Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 52 - 51 Once You Step Out You’re in Jianghu
52: Chapter 51: Once You Step Out, You’re in Jianghu
52 -51: Once You Step Out, You’re in Jianghu
“After seeing my mother, I intended to go to Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall…
Calculating the time, it was already the second day since Master Dong’s body had been displayed, and it was also today that friends and relatives were to offer their tributes.
A master-disciple relationship.
No matter what, there were always some ties.
Although Zhou Ping’an joined Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall at the age of fifteen as a tuition-paying student, he wasn’t considered a direct disciple.
He hadn’t even learned any true combat techniques.
Overall, Master Dong had been very kind to him, a very responsible old man.
Both emotionally and logically, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t just not go.
Regrettably, ever since Master Dong had had an accident, he had been detained by Yao Zhenbang’s team as a suspect, constantly interrogated, and unable to get away.
By evening, he was once again stepping into the other world.
In the end, he couldn’t make it.
Thinking about how in recent years Master Dong’s household had fallen into decline, leaving only his daughter, who had rushed back from the Capital City to take care of his affairs
It was likely that not many people even came to offer their respects.
At this thought, Zhou Ping’an felt a sudden sense of impermanence in the world.
Speaking truthfully, Master Dong was actually a good person.
He shouldn’t have ended like this.
He also wondered whether his younger martial sister would be able to withstand this and whether she would encounter any danger.
…
Preoccupied with scattered thoughts of the past, Zhou Ping’an arrived at the fifth floor of the inpatient department in Dongjiang People’s Hospital.
The complexions of his mother and younger sister, Zhou Lan, weren’t looking good.
Turning his gaze, he saw on the bedside cabinet a pot of yellow chrysanthemums, thirteen in total.
A surge of anger suddenly shot through Zhou Ping’an’s head.
His eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, suppressed the concerns in his heart, and pretended as if nothing was wrong.
“Mom, Xiao Lan, come have breakfast.”
“It’s got my favorite pork Hun Dun…”
Zhou Lan was a very easily satisfied person.
She wasn’t demanding about food or clothing, nor would she compare herself with others.
Even with academic performance or deciding which school to apply to, she wasn’t much into comparing; close enough was fine for her.
Although she was already very hungry, Zhou Lan didn’t start with her own bowl of Hun Dun but instead propped up her ailing mother on the hospital bed to feed her porridge.
She couldn’t help but mutter under her breath.
“Big brother, that colleague of yours, who knows what he was thinking?
Coming early in the morning to visit the sick and bringing yellow chrysanthemums…
He was spouting nonsense the entire time; what kind of person is this?”
Although the young girl was just a student, she wasn’t ignorant about some of the social courtesies.
In fact, children these days are quite early to catch on.
Although she was upset, she didn’t say much at the time.
It was only after the visitor left and seeing her own brother that she couldn’t help but complain.
“Oh, who came to visit?
What did they say…”
“A man in his thirties, thin and tall, with a piercing gaze that made him slightly uncomfortable to look at.
Oh, and he has a black mole above his left eyebrow,” said Zhou Lan, her hand making a gesture as she spoke, still indignant.
“He even said that big brother might come into a large sum of money or might face trouble.
All sorts of nonsensical congratulations on mom’s future good fortune were made, and that she wouldn’t need frequent hospitalizations for infusions or to buy inhibitor shots, that just one dose of Cell Repair Fluid would substantially relieve her condition…”
The more Zhou Ping’an heard, the more his intent to kill grew.
He had basically understood something.
This wasn’t a greeting at all.
Considering the thirteen yellow chrysanthemums on the bedside cabinet.
It was clearly a death threat.
‘Yao Zhenbang’s gang?’
‘It shouldn’t be; Yao might be aggressive in his actions, but he also cares about appearances; even if he wanted to play dirty, he wouldn’t be so crude.’
‘Then, it must be related to that secret organization involved with Master Dong.
Back then, they forced Master Dong into hiding, and in the end, he couldn’t escape a tragic death; the force behind it must not be weak.’
Unfortunately, in the police dossier, the matter concerning the secret organization involved in the Wenshan case was glossed over, nothing clear was written.
Zhou Ping’an didn’t even know who was targeting Master Dong.
‘I had thought that returning for these ten days to diligently train would divert the attention of Yao Zhenbang and others from me.’
‘But it seems I oversimplified things.’
‘A tree desires calm, but the wind will not cease…’
‘Indeed, in any world, it’s about striking first to prevent others from gaining the upper hand.’
‘How could one plan everything carefully and have it go smoothly?’
Heart Thought after Heart Thought surged.
Zhou Ping’an’s expression grew increasingly indifferent.
The intent to kill in his heart strengthened.
He knew that no matter what he did, he had already stepped into the vortex.
If he didn’t find a way to break the situation,
Master Dong’s today,
would be his tomorrow…
Perhaps, the other party had already grown impatient.
Their methods had changed.
They had surprisingly, reached out to his family.
‘I must find the hidden mastermind, see who is plotting against the artifacts from General Wenshan’s Tomb.’
‘Only by resolving this once and for all can future troubles be avoided.’
“Xiao’an, is work not going well?”
Zhang Yulian coughed lightly, pushed away her porridge bowl, furrowed her brows, and asked with a trembling voice.
Mother and son were connected at heart.
Having watched him grow up, she could guess some of what was on Zhou Ping’an’s mind, even if she couldn’t see it.
Moreover, she was always worried that Zhou Ping’an would neglect everything else for his job.
The child was stubborn like his father.
Knowing well the dangers, yet still saying that some tasks must be done by someone…
It’s just a job, just a few thousand in salary, why risk your life for it?
Three years ago, his father had left and never returned.
The police station only sent a bravery medal and some consolation money, a heart-wrenching end…
Yet now, her son was following the same old path as his father.
Sometimes she really wanted to say that the truth isn’t important, what murderer or not.
Living peacefully every day is better than anything else.
Unfortunately, she also knew that saying more was useless.
She couldn’t persuade that stubborn old man back then.
And today, she couldn’t persuade her own child either.
“Mom, it’s fine.
You’ve met my senior sister before, right?
After graduation, she has taken very good care of me.
I hardly deal with any dangerous matters, not even fieldwork,”
Zhou Ping’an hastily reassured her.
“I’m just in a clerical role, dealing with documents and organizing files, nothing dangerous will happen.
It’s just that, promotions might be slower this way.”
“If it’s slower, then let it be slower.
Mom doesn’t expect you to become wealthy, just find a girlfriend in time, bring her to meet me.
Tang Tang is also not bad, but perhaps her career ambitions are a bit too strong.
If you two were together, I fear there wouldn’t be much time to care for the family or raise children…”
Once she started talking about this, Zhang Yulian felt less sleepy.
She began rambling on about the matters of her future daughter-in-law.
She even started pondering whether her grandchildren should be nicknamed “Yuanyuan” or “Fangfang.”
Listening to all this gave Zhou Ping’an a massive headache.
After joking with her for a few more moments and watching his mom eat her porridge and buns, she closed her eyes to rest. freēwēbnovel.com
He then quietly moved the yellow chrysanthemums away and threw them in the trash.
He wanted to remind his sister Zhou Lan about a few things, but then felt it was actually unnecessary.
He turned and left the hospital.
Zhou Ping’an’s eyes had already narrowed into slits.
The sword was not yet fully donned.
But stepping out the door, he was already in Jianghu.
