Huang Rong had just returned from dealing with matters within the gang when she heard Guo Fu scolding Da Wu and Xiao Wu. She frowned, but stopped just as she was about to reprimand them.
"I asked you to fight, and you couldn't even beat a little beggar. I asked you to tell stories, and you told them all jumbled up. What else can you do?"
Da Wu and Xiao Wu were extremely embarrassed; they had really lost face today.
" Sister Fu, do you think that little beggar might be a spy sent by the Mongolia?" Wu Xiuwen asked.
"Yes, yes, if he weren't a spy, how could he have such good Kung Fu Hustle?" Wu Dunru quickly chimed in.
"Have you no shame? You can't beat them, so you accuse them of being spies? Go tell my mother and father that Ling Yi is a spy, and see if they believe you!"
"I..."
"I've already inquired around. Ling Yi's parents were from Xiangyang. They used to be small merchants, but they were killed by bandits while traveling for trade, leaving Ling Yi an orphan who then made a living by begging."
"I can find out about something this simple, do you think my parents can't?" Guo Fu grew angrier the more she looked at the two of them.
"You're trying to frame someone? Do you know what happens to spies? You're killing them!"
Although Guo Fu is arrogant and domineering, she can still distinguish between good and evil.
At this point, Huang Rong couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward to ask, " Fu'er, what happened? How can you be so loud and boisterous?"
When Guo Fu saw Huang Rong, she ran over and hugged Huang Rong's arm, saying pitifully, "Mother, Fu'er 've been bullied these past two days."
"Stand still and explain in detail," Huang Rong asked coldly.
Guo Fu didn't hide anything; instead, she recounted the whole story, even including some of the Zhu Xian story that Ling Yi had told her.
"You mean, Da Wu and Xiao Wu didn't put up the slightest resistance in front of that person?"
"Yes, it's absolutely shameful."
"You two, recount the details of the fight, making sure you don't omit anything."
Da Wu scratched his head and said, "Master's wife, I don't know what's going on. We can't even get close to him, and we keep tripping over him. We can't use any of our Kung Fu Hustle or moves in front of him. It's really awkward."
"In that case, this person's agility must be extraordinary," Huang Rong murmured. After all, Da Wu and Xiao Wu were taught by Guo Jing. Although they were a bit crippled, they shouldn't be completely without any chance of fighting back.
Such agility reminded her of a Kung Fu Hustle called the Roaming Dragon Movement Technique.
This is the Kung Fu Hustle that Hong Qigong taught Huang Rong and Guo Jing when they first Hong Qigong.
Mu Nianci was also instructed by Hong Qigong in a few moves of the Roaming Dragon Movement Technique back then.
The defining characteristic of the Roaming Dragon Movement Technique is its unpredictability. Could it be that Ling Yi received some inheritance from Hong Qigong?
It's not impossible that Hong Qigong has been traveling around for years and we might not see him even once a year.
"Tomorrow, I'll go with you to see that person," Huang Rong said after thinking for a moment.
Guo Fu was overjoyed, "Mother, are you going to avenge Fu'er?"
"Hmph, you dare talk about revenge? If you hadn't caused trouble first, why would they be targeting you? It seems I've really spoiled you."
Guo Fu pouted, looking aggrieved.
"Stop making that face. You three go stand in the corner for an Shichen punishment."
"Mother..."
"Go quickly!"
"Oh!" Seeing that Huang Rong was really angry, Guo Fu didn't dare to talk back and obediently went outside to stand with Da Wu and Xiao Wu.
The next day, when Huang Rong and her companions arrived at the old locust tree, they did not see Ling Yi. After inquiring, they learned that Ling Yi had bought the former Drunken Immortal Pavilion and had now turned it into Storytelling House, Storytelling House were performing.
So Huang Rong took Guo Fu to the Storytelling House.
However, upon seeing the two signs at the entrance of the Storytelling House, Huang Rong immediately frowned.
The wooden sign on the left lists the rules for entering the building. "The performance starts every afternoon. To enter and listen to the storytelling, you will automatically pay ten copper coins. Drinks and snacks are at your own expense. Tipping is voluntary."
An arrow is also carved on the wooden sign, pointing to a small round hole next to it.
Ten copper coins are just the price of a few steamed buns; they're not expensive.
The sign on the right, however, reads, " Guo Fu and rats are not allowed inside!"
"Mom, look, we'll definitely teach that guy a good lesson later."
Huang Rong was also very angry. What did they take her daughter Guo Fu for? From now on, wouldn't the whole of Xiangyang City know that Guo Fu was being turned away from people because of her arrogance and domineering attitude?
Huang Rong directly took off the wooden plaque on the right and held it in her hand, but before entering the door, she still threw a piece of silver into the round hole.
At this moment, the Storytelling House was packed with people, but apart from Ling Yi's voice, there was not a single other noise.
Huang Rong led Guo Fu directly to the second floor and found a private room to sit down.
As soon as she sat down, someone came over to ask if she needed tea or snacks. Huang Rong nodded, gave him some money, asked him to bring some, and then sent him away.
Today, Ling Yi is talking about the storyline where Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu officially become disciples of Big Bamboo Peak, and more and more characters are appearing.
Ling Yi described each person in detail, especially their respective magical treasures and immortal techniques.
Huang Rong and Guo Fu quickly became engrossed in the story, falling right into its trap.
I sat there for the entire afternoon, two Shichen, four hours in total.
Wild grasses and idle flowers bloom everywhere, bringing sorrow; when will the struggle between dragons and tigers end? Look up at Wu, Yue, and Chu; look again at Liang, Tang, Jin, Han, and Zhou!
"Smack!"
With a tap of the gavel, Ling Yi chuckled and said, "Those of you who said you'd give me a reward, don't run away, I remember you."
"What if they run away?" someone egged on.
"Aren't you all still here? I'm counting on you guys to make a living anyway. If you all run away, I'll just close down the business."
"Haha!" Everyone laughed.
Despite what people said, those who had extra money were generous with their tips.
Especially Boss Wang, who immediately tipped ten taels of silver, and in the blink of an eye, his money bag was full.
"This money is too easy to make," Guo Fu murmured.
"This book is excellent; the world depicted within is truly magnificent and definitely worth reading."
Guo Fu did not refute this point; she was hooked the first time she heard it.
When Ling Yi saw Huang Rong and Guo Fu, before Huang Rong could speak, Ling Yi said with a smile, "This humble one, Ling Yi, greets Chief Huang."
"Can you tell me why you put up this sign at the entrance? Do you know how the entire Xiangyang City will perceive my daughter from now on?"
"Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't used any tricks yesterday?" Ling Yi countered.
"Everyone knows their identities. If I give in, those who used to listen to my stories will be intimidated by your and Hero Guo's prestige and will never dare to come to listen to my stories again."
"If I can't tell stories, I'll be homeless again, and I might starve to death at any time."
"To your daughter, it might just be a joke, but to me, it's cutting off my livelihood."
The situation is certainly not as exaggerated as Ling Yi described.
Even without storytelling, Ling Yi has countless ways to live comfortably in this world and continue causing trouble.
But when it comes to speaking, people naturally tend to veer towards what is advantageous to them, saying things as severely as possible.
"This was Fu'er's fault, and I apologize to you on her behalf, but this sign must not appear again," Huang Rong said casually, tossing the sign to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi grabbed the wooden plaque and, with a little force, crushed it into powder in Ling Yi hand.
Huang Rong's pupils contracted; this kid has such powerful palm strikes.
Most people can crush a wooden plaque, and so can she, but she needs to Borrow her Internal Energy.
But Ling Yi crushed it into powder with just his palm force, which was quite remarkable in terms of strength and control.
Huang Rong wanted to test Ling Yi's strength, so the moment Ling Yi crushed the wooden plaque, she attacked Ling Yi directly.
A bizarre scene unfolded: no matter how Huang Rong attacked, Ling Yi always managed to dodge in very strange ways.
After a dozen or so moves, Huang Rong stopped and asked curiously, "Your martial arts are so strange; they don't seem to be from the Central Plains Kung Fu Hustle."
"This isn't Kung Fu Hustle at all," Ling Yi explained.
"It certainly doesn't resemble Kung Fu Hustle. Kung Fu Hustle always has a set routine, but yours has absolutely no routine whatsoever."
"Making the most appropriate action at the most appropriate time is simply instinct."
Huang Rong frowned. She didn't believe it was just instinct; without sufficient strength, it was impossible for Ling Yi to do what he did.
This kid is hiding his true abilities.
But she knew that today's meeting hadn't been very pleasant, and it wasn't the right time to ask too many questions or continue probing.
"What you said in your book is quite good. Did Humanity Sect you that?"
"Yes!" Ling Yi found it troublesome and simply went along with Huang Rong's words. With such clever or self-righteous people, just agree with everything they say, and they will soon lose their temper.
"Such a fascinating story, the person who sent the letter must have been an extraordinary individual."
"Yes!"
"How about we let Fu'er's matter drop?" Huang Rong said, frowning.
"Good!"
"If you encounter any trouble, you can come to my residence to find me."
"OK!"
Huang Rong frowned. Ling Yi was clearly just giving her the runaround, which made Huang Rong lose interest in probing further. She said a few more words and then left with Guo Fu.
Ling Yi chuckled, turned around and went to the kitchen. Eating out was too scary; he'd rather cook at home.
"Mother, did I do something wrong?" Guo Fu asked dejectedly when she returned home.
"Yes, how has your father taught you? Your behavior is truly inappropriate."
That being said, they scoffed at Ling Yi's claim of "cutting off people's livelihoods."
Ling Yi, whether in his speech, demeanor, or temperament, whether in his storytelling skills or his own abilities, did not seem like someone who would starve to death.
The more Ling Yi concealed his true abilities, the more curious Huang Rong became about who Ling Yi's the Final Master was.
"Can I still go listen to audiobooks in the future?" Guo Fu asked.
"He runs a business, what's wrong with him going there?"
"Oh, that's good."
During dinner that evening, Huang Rong recounted the day's events to Guo Jing.
However, Huang Rong didn't mention Guo Fu's matter much, otherwise, given Guo Jing's temper, Guo Fu would probably have been scolded.
He bluntly stated that Ling Yi's Kung Fu Hustle was strange and told him to test it out tomorrow.
We need to at least find out the details of Ling Yi's lineage.