Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1091: The Old Man

“Hmph, now you know fear, huh? Serves you right for always caet, a chill ran down her spine. His eyes flashed with an indescribable ferocity, sending a shiver down heusing trouble behind your grandpa’s back.” The words had barely left his lips when a figure appeared on the street.

Cheng Yaojia looked up and saw a kind-looking old man with white hair and beard, smiling eyes and a kind face. But the moment their eyes mr spine.

Sensing her fear, Song Qingshu gently patted her shoulder. 

Cheng Yaojia felt a surge of warm, mellow internal energy flow into her body, slowly calming her down.

“You brat, is it you who dared to spout nonsense and try to teach my precious granddaughter a lesson?” The old man approached, subtly protecting the girl, glaring at Song Qingshu with hostility.

Song Qingshu replied calmly, “This young lady is willing to disfigure people at the slightest provocation. She’s far too vicious for her age. If she’s not disciplined soon, she’ll surely cause trouble in the future…”

Before he could finish, the old man impatiently waved his hand, “I hate hearing these sanctimonious platitudes. The martial world is a dog-eat-dog world. If others can’t beat her, it’s because they’re not skilled enough; if she’s not good enough and can’t beat others, that’s her own fault. What else is there to say?”

Song Qingshu nodded: “What you say makes sense.”

“Young man, you know what’s good for you.” Seeing his agreement, the old man smiled broadly, but his expression quickly changed. “However, we need to settle this matter properly regarding your bullying of my granddaughter.”

“Your granddaughter injured my men and almost hurt my companion. How should we settle this score?” Song Qingshu helped the other two Golden Dragon Gang members to their feet. He discovered that although they looked seriously injured, they were actually just dislocated bones and would recover after some rest. His expression softened somewhat.

“Hmph, can these people compare to my precious granddaughter? You brat, do you even know who I am?” The old man fiddled with a pipe, taking a deep, savoring drag.

“The Old Man of Heavenly Secrets?” Song Qingshu frowned, tentatively asking. 

A pipe in hand, a granddaughter, and such a confident tone—all these characteristics did indeed resemble the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets, ranked first in the weapon rankings of Little Li Flying Dagger. 

“Cough cough~” The old man almost choked, unable to catch his breath. “What kind of damned Old Man of Heavenly Secrets? My surname is Ding, my given name is ‘Not’ above ‘Three,’ and I have a nickname in the martial arts world: ‘No More Than Three a Day!ʼ” (G: Ding Busan = Ding Busan.)

“Tch, so it’s Ding Busan. I thought it was the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets. Such a show-off.” Song Qingshu couldn’t help but chuckle. No wonder he hadn’t recognized him at first. 

The Smiling, Proud Wanderer is relatively obscure among Jin Yong’s novels; the characters aren’t as well-known as those in the Condor Trilogy or Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Ding Busan’s nickname, ‘No More Than Three a Day,’ came from the fact that he had killed too many people in his youth. Later, he reformed and set a rule that he could not kill more than three people a day.

The girl was his granddaughter, so it must be Ding. In The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Ding originally possessed all the characteristics of a female protagonist from Jin Yong’s novels: beautiful, alluring, and devoted to the protagonist… In some ways, she was similar to Huang Rong. However, unlike Huang Rong, she committed an extremely cruel crime, challenging the bottom line of all readers.

That was murdering Shi Potian’s personal maid, Shijian, and staging the scene to look like a r@pe and murder. It was incredibly vicious. Furthermore, she loved Shi Zhongyu, and the protagonist, Shi Potian, was merely a substitute. Therefore, she ultimately became the second female lead and one of the most hated main female characters among readers in the previous life.

“No wonder she was so quick to ruin a young lady’s appearance. Ding’s heart is truly wicked.” Song Qingshu looked at the girl not far away. Despite her beautiful appearance, he couldn’t feel any goodwill towards her.

Seeing Song Qingshu’s reaction, it was now Ding Busan’s turn to be stunned. He was a highly skilled martial artist, ruthless in killing, and feared by many in the martial world, who all kept their distance, unwilling to associate with him. Yet, he demanded kindness from those around him; the slightest fear or disgust would lead to his swift execution. But in all his years, he had never encountered such a situation.

“Grandpa, why waste your breath on him? Release my pressure points first!” The girl, feeling as if she had been forgotten, stamped her feet anxiously, but unfortunately, her pressure points were sealed, preventing her from moving.

“You brat, I haven’t even settled the score with you for stealing my Xuanbing Bihuo Wine for my lover! And now you dare to throw a tantrum?” Despite his words, Ding Busan still went to his side and reached out to release his granddaughter’s pressure points.

“Huh?” Ding Busan casually tapped a few times, only to find his granddaughter still staring blankly at him, the acupoints showing no sign of opening. His face flushed, and he quickly composed himself, using all his strength to try and release the pressure points.

However, after several attempts, his efforts seemed to sink without a trace; the acupoints remained unopened. 

Ding became indignant: “Are you even capable? You always boast about how good your martial arts are, and you can’t even release the acupoints pressed by a young upstart!”

Cheng Yaojia had also heard of Ding Busan’s reputation, knowing him as a notorious villain in the evil path. Seeing his arrogant and overbearing demeanor upon his entrance, only to discover he couldn’t even release acupoints, the stark contrast made her chuckle.

Song Qingshu also smiled slightly. The Dali Duan family’s One-Finger Yang Divine Skill was renowned throughout the land. While it might not be the strongest finger technique in terms of sheer power, its effectiveness in acupoint pressing was unparalleled.

With Song Qingshu’s current skill level unleashing the One-Finger Yang Skill, it would be a miracle if Ding Busan could undo the acupoint strikes.

Mocking him by his granddaughter and then ridiculed by a beautiful young woman, Ding Busan was instantly enraged: “Grandpa isn’t the best in the world, so what’s so strange about not being able to undo acupoint strikes? This kid’s acupoint striking technique is a bit strange. Wait until I capture him, then I’ll make him undo your acupoint strikes himself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged at Song Qingshu: “Boy, taste this Grandpa’s power!”

Song Qingshu stood still, a half-smile on his face, showing no sign of moving.

When the two were less than three feet apart, Ding Busan opened his mouth, and a puff of smoke shot towards Song Qingshu’s eyes like a sharp arrow. 

Those nearby gasped in surprise. Those with keen eyesight recognized that this was the smoke Ding Busan had just inhaled, imbued with profound internal energy and fired at his enemy. If hit, both eyes would likely be lost. This old devil’s attack was indeed ruthless.

To everyone’s astonishment, the young man neither dodged nor avoided the smoke arrow, but instead opened his mouth and exhaled, sending the smoke arrow flying back towards Ding Busan at an even faster speed.

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