Chapter 90: Body Is Only the Representation Part Two

He chugged the bowl of liquor before him, and he put the bowl down with force.

Bam! The bowl was pressed into the wooden table.

“So frustrating!” he growled, looking fierce.

“Frustrating about what?” The man sitting across from him replied with a gloomy expression, “It has been 15 years, and we don’t need to risk our lives anymore. Is it easy to have a stable life and lean on the big tree named One Qi Daoist Temple? There aren’t many places in Great Sui that can keep us safe, and One Qi Daoist Temple is the best option. Among all those in the beginning, how many of us are still alive?”

This man’s name was Tie Nu, meaning iron slave.

Qi Lin stared at Tie Nu and said, “Without Chen Qingshan, we couldn’t live until now.”

Tie Nu stood up and replied in anger, “Without Fang Jie, we wouldn’t have lived in fear for the last 15 years!”

Qi Lin was stunned, and he couldn’t say anything to counter it.

Among these four men, Tie Nu was the oldest, and he had the most authority. Also, after 15 years, these four men had grown closer than blood-related brothers. They had risked their lives together, and they had become one unit. However, the four of them had split opinions today.

“I still feel like this isn’t moral.” Qi Lin directly chugged liquor from a big jug before saying in a low voice, “Chen Qingshan saved my life.”

“She saved you to save herself!” Tie Nu said while staring at him.

“I don’t care about all that. Since I owe her my life, I need to repay her.” Qi Lin stood up and glanced at the other three people. “I’m going to find Chen Qingshan and Fang Jie; who is coming?”

Tie Nu didn’t speak, and Ye Xiao was also silent.

After a moment of silence, Heng Gun stood up and walked to Qi Lin. “I will come with you. Although we wouldn’t have suffered for 15 years if there isn’t Fang Jie, I like that little guy. To be honest, I miss him a little after not seeing him for more than three years. Before we went our separate ways at Dali in Southern Yan, that kid loved to hear me tell adult jokes. Didn’t you all say that I’m the big pervert and he is the little pervert? Since Da Quan and Mu Xiaoyao could stick by Fang Jie and Chen Qingshan’s sides, there is no reason that I will lose to them. Qi Lin, let’s go. We all have different goals in life.”

Qi Lin nodded and took out a big piece of silver before placing it on the table. “I will pay for this. Perhaps we wouldn’t get the chance to drink together again.”

Then, he walked to the door.

Heng Gun cupped his hands at Tie Nu and Ye Xiao before saying, “Senior Brothers, I will always remember what you did in the last 15 years. Perhaps we will never meet again. This imminent danger isn’t smaller than all the dangers we faced before. Chen Qingshan attacked the Ministry of War and killed more than 100 people. Even if the Emperor of Great Sui is a saint, he wouldn’t let her go. There are many masters in Chang’an. This time…”

Heng Gun smiled and didn’t finish. “Please take care!”

…

After walking out of Floating Cloud Pavilion, Qi Lin who was a little tipsy asked Heng Gun on the street, “Where should we find Fang Jie?”

Heng Gun thought for a moment and said, “You go ahead and take out our weapons from where we live. I feel weaker without my weapon. Since the rules in Chang’an forbid walking around with your weapon, be careful on your way back and don’t be caught by the patrolling soldiers. Since Fang Jie is close to that song and dance ensemble called Beckon of the Red Sleeve, I will go there and ask. Regardless if they know anything or not, let’s meet in front of Beckon of the Red Sleeve in two hours. Then, let’s rest somewhere and leave Chang’an tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good!” Qi Lin slapped his cheeks a little and woke up a bit. He said to Heng Gun, “Be careful as well.”

“You are worried that I will be devoured by those women?” Heng Gun laughed and walked away.

“Heng Gun!” Qi Lin suddenly called out.

“What is it?” Heng Gen turned his head and asked.

“It seems like you are a few years older than me. How about we become sworn brothers? From now on, I will call you my big brother,” Qi Lin said while rubbing his bald head; this tall and muscular man looked a bit shy at this moment.

“Ok!” Heng Gun nodded and said, “After we find Fang Jie, he will become our third brother.”

Qi Lin laughed and nodded before walking away. Heng Gun looked in the direction that Qi Lin disappeared and laughed while murmuring to himself, “This dull head… It is good to have him as a brother!”

Then, Heng Gun looked at the street that only had a few pedestrians and confirmed the direction of Beckon of the Red Sleeve.

Floating Cloud Pavilion wasn’t close to Beckon of the Red Sleeve; it would take close to one hour to walk there.

In the last few days, the four of them had been out frequently. Their biggest joy was eating at each of the nearby restaurants.

After 15 years of moving around and trying to survive, their lives finally were going to be better.

Heng Gun turned at an alleyway. After looking to the left and right and making sure that no one was around, he used his internal force and dashed forward. He was traveling in alleyways so that he could use his light-body skill. If he traveled on the main streets, he would encounter patrolling soldiers soon, and they would ask him questions.