Chapter 47#
The Resurgence of Futu Fortress (Comedy Ending Extra)#
The Resurgence of Futu Fortress (Comedy Ending Extra)
Two years later.
Futu Fortress, Mount Wanxiang.
Every night, countless men and women of the Jianghu would come with their swords to break into the main altar of the evil cult that shook the Jianghu. Tonight was no exception. Two people stood at the fortress gate, a man and a woman.
The young and passionate female swordswoman drew her precious sword and shouted at the fortress gate, “Demon, we are the Jade Butterfly Duo from Apricot Blossom Village of Mount Wutong. Come out and meet your death!”
Following this coquettish shout, hundreds of Futu Fortress guards swarmed out from the gate like wasps, ready for battle. The swordswoman had never seen such a scene before. Just as she turned pale with fright, she suddenly remembered that her junior brother beside her had entered and exited Futu Fortress five times without a scratch. Her courage immediately bolstered, and she said in a delicate voice, “Senior Brother.”
The male swordsman was indeed calm and composed. He said, “Junior Sister, don’t be afraid. Watch my skills.” Saying this, he took out a few strings of copper coins from his bosom and threw them forward. The leading guard quickly caught them, weighed them in his hand, and waved his hand. The hundreds of people dispersed without a trace in an instant.
The female swordswoman was stunned and said, “This…”
The male swordsman smiled and said, “Junior Sister, you don’t know. Futu Fortress is too big to fail, and they can’t even pay the salaries. These people have always let people pass as long as they are paid, just to make ends meet.”
The swordswoman shook her head repeatedly. The two of them waved their swords to protect their vital points and strode into Futu Fortress. After walking for about half a cup of tea’s time, they heard a loud shout from the front, and countless Futu Fortress disciples surrounded them like an iron barrel.
These Futu Fortress disciples all had bright eyes, obviously possessing extraordinary skills, unknown how many times stronger than the previous guards. The young hero was fearless in the face of danger and forced a smile, “Don’t hurt us.” Saying this, he took out a purse of broken silver from his sleeve and threw it out again. Seeing the disciples disperse one after another, the two of them had uncertain expressions on their faces.
The swordswoman said with a trembling voice, “Senior Brother, the villains of Futu Fortress are indeed formidable. Let’s go back.”
The male swordsman shook his head repeatedly and said, “I have come five times, and each time I returned without success at this stage, leaving only regret. Fortunately, I borrowed a lot of travel expenses from the village chief this time.”
Seeing him so confident, the swordswoman had to follow him and brace herself to walk forward. After walking for the time it takes to burn four or five incense sticks, they heard a loud shout from the roadside, which shook down several small trees. A towering strong man like an iron tower jumped out, holding two mountain-opening giant axes in his hands, and roared, “Who dares to trespass into Futu Fortress? I am Geng Yong, the Hall Master of Futu Fortress!”
The swordswoman was so scared that tears streamed down her face like pear blossoms bathed in rain. She cried out repeatedly, “Hero, spare my life!”
The male swordsman hardened his heart and took out a small red cloth bundle from his chest. After opening it, there was another small white cloth bundle. After opening that, a small paper bundle was revealed. Inside the paper bundle was a banknote. He handed it to Geng Yong with trembling hands.
Geng Yong looked at the banknote, nodded repeatedly, and strode back.
After this ordeal, both of them looked pale, but the young hero still insisted, “Junior Sister, how can you catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger’s den? A scar is just a bowl-sized mark. I insist on moving forward. If you are afraid, you can escape alone. Even if I go to the Yellow Spring, I will protect you.”
The swordswoman was deeply moved and whispered, “No, I won’t leave. We, the Jade Butterfly Duo, live and die together. If something happens to you, how can I live on!”
The two looked at each other affectionately for a while, then walked forward hand in hand. After climbing a stone step and walking for the time it takes to burn three or four incense sticks, they saw a magnificent building appear in front of them with three big characters written on it: Wuhuan Pavilion.
The Jade Butterfly Duo were both delighted to see the demon’s lair. They quickly approached stealthily. The male swordsman, worthy of having more experience in the Jianghu, extended his index finger, moistened it with saliva, poked a hole in the white paper pasted on the window, and looked inside with his thievish and watery eyes.
Inside Wuhuan Pavilion, that big, big, big demon was currently holding a naked, handsome young man and engaging in lustful acts. The young man was covered in bruises and crying hoarsely, “You said yesterday morning was the last time. Do you think just because I have Ninghua Dew, you’re not afraid of playing me to death? I won’t go crazy with you. Go find someone else to go crazy with.” As he spoke, he struggled to crawl away. The terrifying big demon quickly grabbed his long legs, dragged him back, embraced him again, and lovingly caressed him for a while before repeating his old trick, holding the young man’s hips and thrusting up and down.
The male swordsman had never seen such a scene. The hot-blooded and wealthy young hero suddenly sprayed two streams of red liquid from his nose and fell straight backward. The gentle and affectionate swordswoman didn’t know why. Seeing her senior brother injured, she immediately shed two lines of tears. In her anger, she drew her sharp sword, kicked open the door, and rushed in, shouting, “Demon! Pay with your life for my senior brother!”
Spring scenery, boundless spring scenery, was revealed in an instant. It was so quiet all around that one could hear a pin drop, leaving only the shameless slapping sounds of the demon continuing his thrusts and the gurgling water sounds, which sounded particularly disturbing. Suddenly, the person in the demon’s arms jumped up, slapped the demon four times, and escaped through the window, leaving the big demon alone with a gloomy face, reaching out to ring the copper bell by the bed.
Half a cup of tea later.
The big demon stood neatly dressed outside Wuhuan Pavilion, looking at the large crowd of people kneeling outside.
The demon ground his teeth and asked sternly, “How much silver did you bring in today?”
The captain of the guard kowtowed and said, “A total of seventy-three copper coins.”
The head disciple kowtowed and said, “A total of three taels and a half of broken silver.”
Hall Master Geng Yong bowed and said, “A fifty-tael banknote.”
The demon stomped his feet repeatedly and roared, “Hand it over, hand it all over to the public treasury!”
The head disciple couldn’t help but cry bitterly, “Fortress Master, didn’t we agree on a thirty-seventy split?”
The demon kicked the man over and roared angrily, “Is it easy for me? Do you think it’s easy for me? I’ve thought of so many ways and come up with so many ideas to make money for Futu Fortress. This plan of charging an entrance fee for visiting the fortress is clearly such a masterpiece, but you good-for-nothing fellows messed it up. You only earned this little silver and ruined my good deed, yet you dare to ask for a reward!”
Everyone was silent, only starting to wipe their tears incessantly.
It took a long time for the demon to calm down. Thinking of what had been interrupted halfway just now, his heart itched. He found a secluded place, used his demonic skills to cast a Soul Searching Spell, and instantly conjured a black swallowtail butterfly the size of a watermelon in his palm, which began to fly hard towards the lake. The demon’s eyes lit up, and he quickly followed. The night was still long, everyone was busy, people were in pairs, don’t peek.
Another year later.
At the foot of Futu Fortress, Mount Wanxiang.
The Hall Master led the head disciple, who led the captain of the guard, bringing a large group of disciples and guards to block the intersection. Thousands of people formed a dark mass, robbing anyone they saw and stealing any silver they found. The target set by the Fortress Master this year was way, way, way too huge. Xuanzhou wasn’t built in a day; life couldn’t go on like this.
Because of this shocking robbery and violence, the area at the foot of Futu Fortress gradually became sparsely populated. Later on, snakes and rats didn’t come out, weeds didn’t grow, birds didn’t lay eggs, and dogs didn’t poop.
At the beginning of the fourth year.
The Master of Futu Fortress once again became the richest man in the world by virtue of his money-making skills.
The big, big, big demon smiled wickedly, holding a wine cup in one hand and beating time with the other. Surrounded by gold and jade carvings, the scantily clad dancers below were still waving their water sleeves and singing the song newly composed by the Fortress Master.
“Flowers bloom again before Futu Fortress,
Returning on horseback after twenty-four years.
Whose song and dance can last forever,
Welcoming the spring scenery into the hall again.”
When the last sentence was sung, the handsome young man happened to walk in from outside the hall. Seeing this scene of charming singing and dancing, he couldn’t help frowning. He walked up to the White Tiger Seat in a few steps and covered the man’s eyes with his hand.
END