"That's necessary. It must be Master Lei's apprentices and friends who plotted his family's property and collaborated to harm Master Lei. The ghost of Master Lei is still alive and is coming back to seek revenge on them." The aunt said firmly.
"It's well-founded, the logic is perfect, and you're awesome." Ye Qing applauded.
"The young man is discerning, and he is a scholar at first sight." The aunt was very happy: "Okay, young man, the aunt is going to buy groceries. Listen to the aunt's advice and leave quickly. Be careful not to be haunted by the ghost of Lei Guanzhu."
"Thank you, ma'am." Ye Qing thanked her.
After the aunt left, Chu Nianjiu looked at the two of them: "What do you think?"
Lin Yuhuai said: "Master Lei and the others must have been killed by someone. There is no accident in this."
"As for the haunting, someone must be making things up, most likely the murderers."
"Well, I agree with you." Ye Qing said.
"Then what should we do now?" Chu Nianjiu asked.
Ye Qing thought for a while and said: "We don't need to worry about this matter. Even the aunt can think of the problem. As long as the Fengyang government is not a fool, of course it can also think of it. It is useless for us to stay here, so we still leave this matter to Feng Yang." Yang Guanfu and the Chief of Staff will handle it!"
Chu Nianjiu shrugged: "That's right, we have to go to Tianyong, we can't delay here."
"Well, I will tell Gu Sishou about Master Lei later. With Gu Sishou's methods, he will definitely be able to find the murderer of Master Lei." Lin Yuhuai said.
"Okay, then we don't need to delay here." Ye Qing said: "Let's go."
After the three people left Lei's Martial Arts Hall, they were about to leave Fengyang City. However, as soon as they reached a street, they were blocked by a large crowd of people.
"Brother, what happened in front?"
Ye Qing grabbed someone and asked.
"I heard that someone is challenging Young Master Fengyang?" the man said.
"Be confident and tell me what you heard. Someone wants to challenge Mr. Fengyang." A person in front turned around and said.
"Oh, I don't know who doesn't care about life and death, and dares to challenge Young Master Fengyang. Young Master Fengyang is a genius. I heard that he was spotted by the elders of the Huanhua Sword Sect some time ago and accepted him as a registered disciple."
"Really, that's really incredible."
"Master Fengyang? Who is it?" Ye Qing looked at Chu Nianjiu.
"Fengyang Master Duanmuyu was born in the Duanmu family in Fengyang. Due to his talent, he was accepted as a close disciple by the head of the Fuyu Sect in Fengyang County at the age of eight. Since he has achieved success in learning, he has become the best in Fengyang. He is a real disciple. He is the number one among the younger generation in Fengyang, and people in the world call him Mr. Fengyang."
Chu Nianjiu took a sip of wine and said slowly and calmly, as if he didn't care about the so-called number one person in Fengyang.
"It is said that some time ago, an elder from the Huanhua Sword Sect made a special trip to Fengyang and accepted Duanmu Yu as a registered disciple, saying that he has the appearance of a unicorn." Lin Yuhuai added.
"Sounds pretty powerful." Ye Qing touched his nose.
"What does it sound like? Our Master Fengyang is already very powerful." Next to him, a young woman in her twenties frowned slightly when she heard Ye Qing's words.
"That's right, I think Young Master Fengyang is the best."
"Bah, your Mr. Fengyang, shameless, that belongs to me."
"It's mine, you all get out of here."
A group of young and older girls next to the woman started arguing and became extremely lively.
"A bunch of little girls, they don't even have all their hair. How can Mr. Fengyang be the one you care about? He belongs to me." Suddenly, a woman in her forties or fifties, with a big body and a round waist, yelled, immediately overshadowing those little girls. The girl chirped.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?" Seeing everyone looking over, the aunt put her hands on her waist and said angrily.
Everyone turned around silently, "Auntie, you win."
"I didn't expect Young Master Fengyang to be quite popular!" Ye Qing touched his nose.
The eldest brother from before said: "Humph, isn't he just a little prettier? He's just a brat, not mature at all."
"What are you talking about? How dare you slander my Fengyang?"
"That's right. Mr. Fengyang is as tall as a jade tree as the wind blows. How can he be so talented that you can't compare to him?"
"Don't speak ill of our Master Fengyang."
Suddenly, the woman who had been arguing tacitly pointed her finger at the eldest brother.
"That is, you say that my Mr. Fengyang is immature. Why don't you look at yourself? You are so dark and crooked with cracked melons and dates, but you are mature. You are as mature as a washboard. Your face is full of wrinkles. Get out of here. Go to Gada, don’t block my eyes from Master Fengyang.”
It was the old lady again who pushed the older brother staggering with a slap. Like a male lion, she pushed the crowd away and rushed forward with explosive fighting power.
The elder brother, Ye Qing and the others looked at each other and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. They couldn't offend a star-chasing girl, let alone a star-chasing aunt.
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.
"Let's go take a look too."
Lin Yuhuai couldn't resist these "wolf-like" women, so he jumped onto the roof next to him.
Chu Nianjiu and Ye Qing also followed suit and jumped onto the roof beside the road. At this time, besides them, there were also people standing on the roof.
"Hey, it's the little Taoist priest." After jumping onto the roof, Ye Qing was surprised to find that the person who wanted to challenge Mr. Fengyang was actually the little Taoist priest Qi Xuanyun.
Opposite the little Taoist priest, there is a man about twenty-three or four years old, wearing a moon-white robe, tall and handsome, probably the young master of Fengyang, Duan Muyu.
"In the middle stage of God-washing, he is worthy of being the number one among the younger generation in Fengyang. Not bad." Ye Qing found a corner of the eaves, leaned lazily on it, looked at Duanmu Yu on the long street, and took a sip of wine.
"Little Taoist Master, please."
On the long street, Duanmu Yu stretched out his hand, the breeze blew by, his white clothes fluttered, he was gentle and elegant, and he felt quite poetic and picturesque.
"Wow, so handsome."
"Master Fengyang is so elegant and elegant."
"You have a graceful demeanor, you are an immortal in troubled times!"
"That little Taoist priest is also very cute. Look, his face is red. I really want to pinch him."
Suddenly, the crowd burst into cheers.
"Then...then I'm not welcome."
The little Taoist priest blushed and muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, the little Taoist priest put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, curled up the other fingers, and pointed at the sky.
"Edict, thunder falls"
Suddenly, a purple thunder as thick as an arm fell from the sky and struck Duanmu Yu.
Zi Lei was extremely fast and reached Duan Muyu's head in the blink of an eye.
Duanmuyu seemed not to have expected that the little Taoist priest's purple thunder would be so fast. A trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he immediately put away his disdain. He raised his left palm and held it slightly, and the energy swirled and flowed, forming a vortex.
The falling purple thunder struck the whirlpool and disappeared like fallen leaves being swept into the wind and rain.
"Well, Mr. Fengyang's use of the water palm is really wonderful. He can lift a heavy weight as if it were light, and he has mastered it." On the roof, a scholar with a graceful manner praised him in admiration.
"Okay, this thunder technique is wonderful to use. It has the power inside it, and it's so wonderful to lift it lightly as if it were heavy."
Ye Qing smiled lazily.
The scholar glared at Ye Qing, "Hey, what do you mean, are you going against me?" And what's so profound about breaking thunder? Didn't you see that it was crushed by Duan Muyu's palm?
There is no discernment at all, he is sensationalizing, and he does not overestimate his own abilities.
The scholar was just about to say a few words of ridicule when he saw Duanmuyu's expression change suddenly. The vortex formed by the strength of his palm suddenly shattered, and the purple thunder danced wildly, covering Duanmuyu.
Purple Thunder goes as quickly as it comes.
But when Zi Lei disappeared, Duan Muyu, who was originally graceful, turned into a mess, with his clothes in tatters, his hair standing on end, and smoke rising.
On the long street, the cheering crowd suddenly seemed to have been immobilized, with their mouths wide open and silent.
Where am I?
what happened?
What did I see?
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
"Master Fengyang, please be more serious, this is a martial arts competition." On the opposite side, after a thunder call, the little Taoist priest seemed a little dissatisfied with Duan Muyu's performance, and said seriously with a small face.
Duan Muyu's face turned ugly for a while, and there was a fierce look in his eyes, but he wrote in a nonchalant tone: "I was careless before. The little Taoist Master is right, I should be more serious."
"Huh, let me tell you, how could Mr. Fengyang not be able to block a thunderbolt? It turns out he was careless!"
"Don't even think about it, Mr. Fengyang must be not serious!"
"Yes, if Mr. Fengyang were serious, that little Taoist priest would probably fall to the ground long ago."
The onlookers thought they had found the reason and all agreed.
Duan Muyu's face turned green and red. Fortunately, his face was scorched black by the purple thunder just now and no one else could see it.
"Sword comes..."
Duanmu Yu said softly, a sword chant rang out from the restaurant next to him, and a long sword flew out and fell into his hand.
"This sword is called Fuyu, little Taoist priest, be careful."
The next moment, Duan Muyu stabbed out with his sword. The sword light was blazing, interweaving like a torrential rain, covering all directions. There was a feeling of heavy rain pouring down, and there was nowhere to hide. Everyone felt a bit of chill.
"Haha, this is the rain-covering sword technique. Master Fengyang has already understood the rain-covering sword intention. The sword energy interweaves like a torrential rain. Who can be defeated under the rain-covering sword?"
On the roof, the scholar deliberately glared at Ye Qing and said loudly.
Ye Qing leaned on the eaves, sipped his wine and said nothing.
The scholar thought that Ye Qing had given in, and he was even more proud: "That little Taoist priest will definitely lose."
On the long street, facing the rain-covering sword energy gathering from all directions, the little Taoist priest pointed out: "Five Thunder Tiangang Order, Ji..."
"Boom boom..."
The wind and clouds gathered together, and the five-color divine thunder of red, green, black, purple, and white seemed like five pythons rushing towards the sword energy in the air. The sword energy and lightning collided with each other, making a crackling sound. The bluestone ground shattered, and sword marks and scorch marks remained on the bluestone. above.
"The five colors of the divine thunder are fierce and mighty, just like a dragon. It is difficult for a dragon to be trapped by the rain." Ye Qing said with a smile.
"Hmph, that's nonsense. How can a little thunder break Master Fengyang's rain-covering sword intention?" the scholar retorted with disdain.
But just as he finished speaking, the five-color divine thunder gathered together, and five pythons gathered and turned into dragons. A five-color dragon rushed forward along the long street with thunder wrapped around its body.
Wherever it passed, the bluestone exploded and the sword energy was annihilated.
A thunder dragon rises in the long street, and the rain cannot make you sleepy.
