Moustache had been in charge of registration here for half a month and had seen at least eight hundred people. This was the first time he had been rebuked like this. When he saw Chen Tang's tattered inner clothes, he thought that he was just a poor scholar. Naturally, he was not in a good mood.
Moustache narrowed his eyes and said with an ugly expression, "Boy, do you know how to speak human language? If you apologize to me right now, I'll consider forgiving you. Otherwise, I'll write a big bad mark on your assessment!
Every year, the Academy will treat this Demon Hunting Meet as the final assessment. With this bad mark, you can forget about studying in the Academy in the future. Pack up your bags and go home! "
After Moustache finished speaking, he crossed his arms with a sneer, as if waiting for Tang Yong to apologize to him.
When Tang Yong saw that a small official like Moustache dared to be so arrogant, his face immediately darkened and he shouted, "Have the officials of the Han and Tang Empires become so corrupt?
How dare a small official judge people by their clothes?
Open your dog eyes wide and see who I am! "
When Moustache heard Tang Yong's scolding, he was so scared that his heart trembled. To be honest, he did not recognize Tang Yong's face at all. However, since he was so arrogant, he could not be an ordinary scholar. He carefully scanned Tang Yong from head to toe and finally saw a Moon Cloud Brocade from his dirty robes. It was a tribute sent by the Song Dynasty last year. Only the nobles in the capital could wear it.
Oh no!
He had hit his master.
This guy was not a shabby scholar, but a noble.
Moustache recalled what he had just said and really wanted to slap himself. His legs trembled and he knelt on the ground with a plop. He said in a panic, "Sir, I was as blind as a bat. Just take what I just said as a fart and let it go!"
Tang Yong looked at Moustache and smiled coldly. "Didn't you ask me to apologize to you?"
"From Huchi's distress + 311 …"
When Moustache heard this, he was so scared that his face turned deathly pale, and he felt his bones tremble. Offending ordinary scholars and soldiers was not a big deal. These poor old people could not do anything to him. But offending a noble was something that even his superior could not protect him from!
Losing his position was a small matter, but he might even lose his life.
Moustache gritted his teeth and hurriedly grabbed Tang Yong's clothes. He begged, "Young Master, please forgive me. I was a snob. My eyes grew on my butt. I sincerely admit my mistake. Please forgive me."
Tang Yong glared at Moustache, broke free from his grip, and said coldly, "This matter ends here. Since you have admitted your mistake, I forgive you. Quickly register. I still have important things to do."
When Moustache heard that Tang Yong had forgiven him, he immediately smiled hypocritically and said, "Young Master, you are so magnanimous. I will register you immediately."
Tang Yong placed the giant python's corpse in the designated place and said, "This is the demonic beast that I hunted. I am Tang Yong of Shenwu Hou Mansion." After saying this, he turned around and left without hesitation.
When Moustache saw the giant python's corpse, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. Then, when he looked closer, his eyes widened in shock. This, this … this was the corpse of a fifth rank demonic beast. Its strength was comparable to a Martial Spirit Realm expert!
The young master of the Hou Mansion was actually so powerful that he could hunt such a ferocious demonic beast!
The moment he saw the demonic beast, Moustache's little thoughts immediately disappeared.
"With his strength, he will definitely be able to reach the top of the younger generation of Han Tang. This is too scary. What kind of person have I offended?"
A chill flashed through Moustache's heart. He suddenly realized that he was completely powerless in front of Tang Yong.
This shock completely changed Moustache's attitude. He respectfully asked Tang Yong's back, "Young Master Tang, I still need a simple registration. How did you hunt the demonic beast?"
Tang Yong waved his hand and said, "Just write that I picked it up on the way!"
Huchi was speechless.
"Ding! From Huchi's distress + 99 …"
Huchi looked at his registration book and then looked at Tang Yong's back as he gradually left. His face was full of worry.
Did he really have to write that he picked it up?
If Master saw this book, wouldn't he kick him to death?
Just as Huchi was arguing with himself, a finger as thick as a carrot knocked on his table. Huchi was annoyed. Seeing that someone had come to find him again, he immediately said in a bad mood, "Knock knock knock, what are you knocking for? Do you think this is your home? Can't you see that I'm busy?"
Hu Qi raised his head and saw Deng Tong, who was wearing a brocade robe, standing in front of him with a dark face. Behind him stood a few fat and strong manservants, who were rubbing their arms and glaring at Hu Qi with an unfriendly expression.
Seeing this scene, Huchi suddenly felt bitter in his heart. Why was he so miserable?
He had just offended a fiend, and now he had offended a god of plague.
Huchi quickly bowed and said with a flattering smile, "So it's Young Master Deng. Come, come, sit down. You must be tired from hunting in the forest these days. Let me massage your shoulders."
For some reason, when Deng Tong heard this, he suddenly remembered his experience of being beaten up by Tang Yong in the forest. His face turned even uglier. He slammed the table and shouted, "Moustache, hurry up and register me. You know the rules!"
Hu Qi was so scared that he trembled. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I know, I know. Young Master Deng, I'll put all the demonic beasts hunted by some poor scholars on your head. I guarantee that they'll all be timid and poor. No one will dare to cause trouble."
When Deng Tong heard this, he smiled with satisfaction, but then he leaned over to Huchi's ear and said, "There's also a trash called Tang Yong. Give me all the demon beasts he hunted. I'll let him get the reward, but he won't get it!"
When Huchi heard this, he suddenly felt bad. He pointed at the words on the book and asked, "Is it Tang Yong from the Shenwu Hou Mansion?"
Deng Tong saw his strange expression and immediately snatched his book to have a look. He was shocked and immediately asked with jealousy, "This guy really picked up a fifth-rank monster beast?
Damn it, this guy's luck is too good! "
The henchman behind Deng Tong immediately took the opportunity to flatter, "Young Master, no matter how good his luck is, it's useless. This guy killed the legitimate son of the Marquis Shenwu Mansion. He will definitely be beaten to death when he goes back, and the demon beasts he hunted will become ownerless.
Young Master can take the opportunity to take it without anyone knowing. "
"Moreover, Young Master, this is a fifth-rank demon beast. Even experts like Zhuge Yu and Liu Chun may not be able to hunt it. If Young Master can get this, you may become the top scholar this year!"
"Yes, Young Master. That trash's fortune is shallow, and he can't afford this. Young Master's fortune is profound."
These two flattery deeply touched Deng Tong's heart. Deng Tong smiled widely. He cast a sidelong glance at Huchi and said, "Now you know what to do."
When Huchi heard the news that Tang Yong killed the legitimate son of the Marquis Mansion, he was shocked to the point of dizziness. However, a trace of ecstasy rose in his heart. Just now he was worried about offending Tang Yong, but in the blink of an eye, the situation had taken a turn for the better.
So this Tang Yong was actually a murderer, and the one he killed was the legitimate son of the Marquis Mansion. Huchi could imagine that even if Tang Yong had a few more lives, it would still be difficult for him to escape death.
Huchi smiled sinisterly, and said fawningly to Deng Tong, "Young Master Deng, don't worry. I guarantee that this matter will be handled well for you."