Fang Ke could only clasp his hands in greeting and take his leave.
It wasn’t until Fang Ke had closed the door that Yang Ge flipped over a clean teacup, poured himself a cup of tea, and said without lifting his head, "What’s the matter? Do I need to go up there and personally invite you to come down?"
"Pop."
A crisp sound rang out as the window was flung open from the inside out, and a figure clad in apricot-yellow tight-fitting clothes, wearing a small silver coronet, and stepping on moon-white satin boots flipped in through the window, "I didn’t expect it, but you actually have the surname Yang!"
When Yang Ge saw the visitor, there wasn’t the slightest hint of surprise in his eyes.
Just now, he had felt someone on the roof and was about to speak out when he sensed the ’Sun-Eclipsing Sword Qi,’ so he didn’t point it out.
After all, their discussions weren’t exactly matters of state secrets...
Besides, Yang Tiansheng might be a bit foolish, but he did possess a certain chivalrous spirit.
He pushed the teacup forward, replying with a smile, "I’ve always said ’even a dog would shake its head at your brains,’ but you still won’t admit it!"
Yang Tiansheng took a seat at the table and gasped in admiration, "Who knew you were so good at playing the game? Truly ’hiding in plain sight,’ I racked my brain, but never guessed that you might be an imperial secret agent!"
Yang Ge snatched the teacup back, retorting, "Did you just eat shit? What do you mean ’secret agent’? What foolish things have you done, and what great things have I done? You have the nerve to call me a secret agent?"
Yang Tiansheng "tsked" and, taking back the teacup to drink, hesitated right before it touched his lips, then looked at Yang Ge suspiciously, "This water isn’t poisoned, is it?"
Yang Ge, with an indifferent face, replied, "Yeah, it contains poison that seals your throat on contact and eats away at your guts!"
Yang Tiansheng "tsked" again, picked up the teacup, and guzzled it down mightily, exhaling contentedly, "That was thirst-quenching. Why do you guys always talk so much crap?"
Yang Ge spread one hand open, and a mass of misty True Qi gently rose from his palm, slowly rotating like an old man finishing a game of iron ball, "I’ll give you another chance to rephrase... What are we?"
Looking at Yang Ge’s palm, Yang Tiansheng suddenly went rigid, his lips quivering for a long time before he managed to utter, "You are the nobility... Does saying ’nobility’ work for you?"
Yang Ge withdrew the True Qi and, still smiling, picked up his teacup to drink, "You know how to play along!"
Yang Tiansheng put down his cup, his head wagging back and forth as he sized up Yang Ge, his eyes twinkling with a clear but foolish light.
Yang Ge: "Stop staring; I’ve just had a breakthrough too... Aren’t you quick as well?"
Yang Tiansheng shook his head like a rattle-drum, "But that’s different, how old are you, and how old am I? How could you get ahead of me?"
Yang Ge finally couldn’t help but roll his eyes: "If you really can’t talk properly, you might as well donate your mouth to someone in need!"
He actually had little fondness for the people of the Jianghu.
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But it was really hard to feel animosity towards such a goofball.
Yang Tiansheng: "For real, how did you manage to break through?"
Yang Ge looked at him, "Don’t worry about how I made the breakthrough for now, why are you here?"
Yang Tiansheng scratched his head, "Young Master I was simply enjoying myself in the Jianghuai area when a few days ago, I got news that the Right Protector ’Eight-Armed Arhat’ Dong Ping of Lianhuan Fort wanted to break away and set up his own faction. How could I miss such excitement?"
"But before I even got to Lianhuan Fort, I heard that a knife-wielding Imperial Guard bastard... a big shot, defeated Lianhuan Fort’s six fort masters known as ’Jianghuai Dasher’ Ma Jichang in ten moves, using a move called ’Dew Removal with Frost’, as powerful as drawing a blade and severing water!"
"As soon as I heard that, I thought it might be you, so I chased you here to have a look..."
"Heh, who would’ve thought, it really was you, kiddo!"
He was as delighted as if he thought of the old sow at home birthing piglets, laughing while slapping the table.
Yang Ge scratched his head and muttered lowly, "Damn, you could recognize that? I’m never shouting out my moves during a fight again!"
Yang Tiansheng banged the table, "Let’s cut the crap, when I heard you guys talking earlier, are you heading south this time for the Changfeng Gang?"
Yang Ge, "Yeah, didn’t the Changfeng Gang send people to mess with me at Lu Ting before? I’ve got to take back the turf somehow!"
Yang Tiansheng gave a thumbs-up, "That’s the spirit! Someone messes with you once, you wipe out their whole clan. Everyone says we from the Ming Sect are a devilish cult, but I think it’s you Imperial Guards who are, right?"
Yang Ge twisted the thumbs-up in front of him, "Familiarity aside, spout nonsense about me and I’ll still sue you for slander! My grudge against the Changfeng Gang, is it just for revenge? It’s because they act as lapdogs for the three major grain merchants, bullying the good and fleecing the people! Without these dirty tricks, even if I’m furious, I couldn’t wipe out their entire clan!"
Yang Tiansheng thought for a moment and replied, "They say ’official’ is a word made of two mouths. If someone else said this, I wouldn’t believe it even if I were beaten to death, but coming from you, Zhang Mazi, I’m willing to believe a bit of it!"
Yang Ge picked up the teapot to refill his cup, "I haven’t mixed in Jianghu matters and don’t understand much about them. What’s the deal with the Changfeng Gang? How come such a big gang doesn’t have any grandmaster to hold the fort?"
"What do you think a grandmaster is?"
Yang Tiansheng gave him a dead fish eye, "A woman’s belly? If you say there is one, there will be one?"
Yang Ge thought about it and answered, "I was thinking, refining essence to convert to True Qi and returning to the original state seems easy, I barely put any effort and succeeded... Why, is it hard?"
Of course, he was bragging.
But Yang Tiansheng actually fell for it, grinding his teeth in frustration, "If we weren’t friends, I’d really want to beat you to death!"
Yang Ge dug at his ear, "Do you want to hear about the kind of violent language you’re using?"
Yang Tiansheng had no comeback.
If they weren’t friends, he really couldn’t beat Yang Ge...
Yang Ge enthusiastically slung his arm over his shoulder, "What do you say? Should the ’Twin Devils of Ice and Fire’ make their comeback and do another big job?"
Yang Tiansheng rolled his eyes vigorously trying to push his arm away, "Do you really think I am the foolish son of a landlord?"
Yang Ge, "Aren’t you?"