護花近衛 - 第3284章 來打醬油的 - 翰墨軒

"Huh?" Qian Boguang was briefly taken aback, then laughed even harder. "Did you all hear that? These three old things say they have a patron, and a very powerful one at that? Hahahahaha, tell me, lads, have any of you ever heard of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect having some great patron behind it?"

"No." Dongfang Badao shook his head without a moment's hesitation.

"And our friends from the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult? Yours is one of the oldest of the ancient sects. Have any of you ever heard that the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect has a patron?" Qian Boguang turned to the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable and pressed on.

"No." The Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable shook his head too.

"Haha, Bloody Garment Ancestor, you really are a piece of work. Even now you're still trying to fool us. Do you think that because we were fools once, because we believed that wretch Wei Zhao could punch above his level, we'll believe it a second time?" Qian Boguang said mockingly. "Since you have a patron, we won't kill you just yet. I'll give you a chance to summon him. Call your patron out here, and we'll have a word with him, see just what sort of brain-dead fool would dare to back you lot."

"Good. That can be arranged." The Bloody Garment Ancestor nodded very solemnly. Then he said nothing more.

Qian Boguang blinked at that, but he reined in his temper and waited for what would follow. He waited and waited, and after a good long while, the Bloody Garment Ancestor still had not said another word. Growing impatient, Qian Boguang demanded, "Well? Where is he? Your patron? Why aren't you summoning him?"

"Far as the horizon, near as your eyes." The Bloody Garment Ancestor made a gesture of introduction, pointing straight at Lin Dongfang.

Lin Dongfang was sitting with his back to the newcomers, and so, all this while they had been in the shop, they had simply overlooked him.

"What?" Qian Boguang's eyes went wide, and then he laughed until he could scarcely catch his breath. "Hahahahaha, don't tell me, you lot, surely not? You grabbed some random yokel from the countryside and told me he's your patron? Don't tell me this old farmer here is your patron?"

"Yes. That is so." The Bloody Garment Ancestor nodded. "This Mr. Dongfang is the man behind the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect."

"Pfft, cough cough cough." Qian Boguang nearly sprayed out his laughter. "Mr. Dongfang? Don't tell me he's of the Dongfang clan? The head of the Dongfang clan, Dongfang Badao, is standing right here."

"Oh, no. His name is Dongfang; as for his surname, you are not worthy to know it," the Bloody Garment Ancestor said flatly. Lin Dongfang had never revealed his full name at the ancient level; only a handful of those close to him knew it.

"Is that so? Well then, Mr. Dongfang, stand up and let us see what great merits you possess that you dare to be the patron of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect. Since you are the man behind it, then this debt of ours will be settled on your head!" Even now, Qian Boguang did not believe that Lin Dongfang was the sect's patron and hidden master. The reason was simple: in his eyes, this old farmer was a scapegoat the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect had dragged in at the last moment. Perhaps the Bloody Garment Ancestor and the others were deluded enough to think that by pushing this man out to be slain by them, they could escape punishment themselves. Hmph, they had gravely underestimated their intelligence.

"Very well. Since you all wish to have a word with me, then I shall have a word with you." Lin Dongfang smiled faintly and rose from his seat. In that moment, all the languor of a country physician fell away from him, replaced by the domineering calm of a man of high station.