"If you have nothing to do, just leave. Don’t get in the way of our business." Tianmiao waved her hand unceremoniously.
The man and his junior sister originally intended to visit Tianmiao’s shop to repay her, but upon seeing the sign, embarrassment appeared on their faces. They awkwardly clasped their hands in thanks again and left.
After the two walked away, the old man looked at the silver on the stall and picked it up to hand it to Tianmiao.
"It’s yours," Tianmiao waved her hand, "These martial artists, always fighting and brawling, if they break the common people’s stuff, the conscientious ones might compensate a little, but most just walk away without a care. This is what you deserve. Take it, and next time, just bring me more fried peanuts to go with my wine."
The old man, having spent some time with Tianmiao, understood her temperament, so he didn’t refuse and accepted it.
After this incident, martial artists never came to this street again to fight and smash shops without compensation.
Because the person Tianmiao kicked away that day was not a nobody. The pair making dough figurines in front of the old man were also not ordinary people. They were disciples of the Kunlun Sect, the third and fourth disciples under the Sect Leader. And the one who attacked them from behind was a Kunlun defector, who was once their senior disciple.
The defector had framed a disciple in a bid for the Sect Leader position and was discovered. The Sect Leader, out of nostalgia, merely expelled him from the Kunlun Sect. The one who exposed him was the third disciple, the senior brother of that pair. Harboring resentment, the defector kept waiting for a chance to take revenge. When he saw the third disciple, he launched a reckless sneak attack.
The outcome, of course, was miserable.
This matter wasn’t big but neither was it insignificant.
Because this defector was once a somewhat well-known figure in the martial world. At the time, he was a popular candidate for the next Kunlun Sect Leader, highly skilled, and when expelled, the Sect Leader didn’t abolish his skills. Yet he was kicked away by a small tavern boss, suffering serious injuries.
Is this a case of a master hidden among commoners?
That noon, Tianmiao sat at a table by the door, eating crispy peanuts brought by the old man, drinking wine from her own shop, and nibbling on various marinated snacks bought from across the street, squinting as she watched the old man make dough figurines.
At this moment, two guests entered the shop.
These two individuals were quite eye-catching in appearance.
One wore a silver-white robe, with a Mystic Iron Fan on one side of his waist and a Jade Flute on the other. Handsome and suave, he exuded a gentle, jade-like demeanor. The other wore all black, with a silver-white Longsword at his waist, his handsome face had a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to speak. A small braid by his right temple looked quite distinctive.
"Do you have any wine, shopkeeper?" the man in the silver-white robe asked with a smile.
"Yes, please have a seat." Tianmiao replied lazily, "What kind of wine would you like?"
"The stronger, the better." The man in black directly took a seat at Tianmiao’s table, grinning with a smile.
"Kong Hou, bring over the first jar on the bottom shelf." Tianmiao turned her head and instructed.
Soon, Kong Hou placed empty bowls on the table and, when the wine jar was opened, both men’s eyes lit up.
"Great wine!" the man in black exclaimed with delight, "I’ve never smelled such fragrant wine before."
"I’ll go get some marinated dishes." The man in white stood up to buy food from the marinated goods shop across the street.
"Get more marinated beef." the man in black reminded him from behind.
The man in white waved his hand, indicating he understood.
"Boss, we came today out of curiosity to see what the owner of such a notorious shop with great skills is actually like." The man in black was straightforward, turning to Tianmiao with a smile and stating their purpose.
"Do you think my place is notorious?" Tianmiao asked with a smile.