The Demon Lords

The scholar wanted to move forward, but the sword in the female warrior’s hand suddenly trembled.

The scholar hesitated for a moment and stopped.

The drunkard watched this scene and, unusually, did not speak again, as if the endless commentary earlier wasn’t from him.

The female warrior held her sword and saluted,

and said to the Sword Saint:

"Sir, the sword is an instrument of righteousness and shines brightly; why conceal it?"

The Sword Saint ignored her and continued eating.

Lord Zheng couldn’t be bothered with Zheng Fanli, and naturally, the Sword Saint wasn’t inclined to chat with a little girl on the road wielding a sword.

The female warrior still pressed on,

and said:

"Sir, all swords under heaven have their luster. Now, you wrap it with something so its brilliance can’t shine. Have you not heard the lament of the sword?"

The Sword Saint continued eating and picked up a serving of food with his chopsticks.

Zheng Fan, having started eating first, also finished the fastest. People who stay long in the army tend to eat quickly.

Xiong Liqing immediately put down her chopsticks, took out her other handkerchief, and carefully wiped Zheng Fan’s mouth.

The Sword Saint saw this scene out of the corner of his eye,

and felt a bit wistful for a moment.

Zheng Fan looked at the Sword Saint and said, "Thinking of your wife?"

The Sword Saint nodded and said, "I didn’t think about it when I had no ties. Even after getting married, I didn’t feel it. But as soon as I set out, I started missing her."

"Heh heh."

Zheng Fan chuckled.

The female warrior, like the scholar, was left hanging.

The woman looked up, showing an amused expression,

and said again:

"Sir, have you not heard the lament of the sword?"

Lord Zheng looked up at the female warrior and said:

"Can a sword shine?"

The female warrior replied, "Naturally."

"Oh," Lord Zheng nodded and said, "It’s not that I don’t want you to see it shine, but I’m afraid it might blind you."

After a pause,

Lord Zheng took the toothpick passed to him by Xiong Liqing,

and said again:

"If you want to see it, go outside, open your eyes wide, and look at the sun; it’s the same."

"So, according to this young man, this gentleman’s sword would put us all to shame?"

Lord Zheng pondered for a moment,

and rubbed his chin,

and said:

"You have no chest."

"What?"

"Also, too skinny."

The female warrior then realized that the black-clothed man in front of her was commenting on her figure. Her face immediately showed a mixture of embarrassment and anger, saying:

"Do you know just for your two recent comments, I have a reason to cut off your hands? Yes, the Yan people have entered Jin, but you Yan people are here in the wild still acting so recklessly. Do you really think there are no people in Jin land?"

Lord Zheng shook his head and said, "That’s not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you’re not my type; you look like a stick. Move a little, and you might poke yourself.

Men are generally lenient towards women, but since you don’t look good enough, my leniency is limited.

So,

now,

sit back,

eat your meal quietly, and don’t bother me anymore."

Xiong Liqing took out an iron box, opened it, pulled out a cigarette, and brought it to Lord Zheng’s lips:

"Don’t be angry, husband, have a cigarette."

Because this time Xiong Liqing accompanied Lord Zheng to the capital, although she had to use her status to spread Lord Zheng’s name, she was by no means just for show.

She herself didn’t want that, and Siniang wouldn’t allow an extremely aloof ornament to appear in the house.

Even Liu Ruqing was asked by Siniang to practice the Eighteen Touches melody with a flushed face.

For Xiong Liqing, Siniang told her all the life details and hobbies of Lord Zheng to take good care of him.

The princess took out a match and lit the cigarette for Lord Zheng.

And this scene,

was entirely caught by the drunkard’s eyes,

causing his hand holding the wine bowl to tremble slightly.

Afterwards,

his gaze fell on the Sword Saint in white, and the wine in the bowl spilled out.

The female warrior, however, drew her sword,

and said:

"This is the first time someone has spoken to me like that."

"Miss, that’s because the people you usually meet are too below standard."

The female warrior smiled slightly,

and said:

"Is that so? These years, I’ve been mostly with my master. Perhaps in your eyes, my master too is considered below standard?"

Lord Zheng exhaled a smoke ring,

and said:

"May I ask who your esteemed master is?"

The female warrior proudly said:

"My master’s surname is Yu and is the Sword Saint of Jin land!"

"......" Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint put down his chopsticks; he had finished eating.

Lord Zheng then laughed:

"Then, that monk master should be Shakyamuni, right?"

"Amitabha, benefactor, one must not insult the Buddha."

The young monk stood up and solemnly admonished Lord Zheng.

"This is interesting indeed."

Lord Zheng said to Xiong Liqing:

"Settle the bill."

Xiong Liqing took out a piece of broken silver and placed it on the table.

Lord Zheng stood up, and so did the Sword Saint;

seeing these three people preparing to leave,

the female warrior immediately blocked them with her sword,

and said:

"I haven’t seen the sword yet. I’m obsessed with swords, today, I must see it!"

Lord Zheng’s gaze grew somber.

He didn’t mind people using the name "Zheng Fanli" because the street was vast; he couldn’t control it.

What he minded was that these three people had surpassed the scope of keeping him entertained during his meal, and he had previously reminded her that her appearance wasn’t that great.

Not wanting to stoop to your level is because of his high threshold now, but does he genuinely think this earl, built on military and heads, has a good-natured temper?

"I’m annoyed," Zheng Fan said.