(7)
After the Long Ming Sword poked and struck, the hall fell into silence. The young man took off the helmet hanging on the tip of the sword quite freely, put the sword into its sheath, handed the helmet to E Binghuan behind him, and said, "Boss E, please take a look."
E Bing was just as dumbfounded as everyone present. After confirming the newly added holes in the helmet, he put aside his prejudices and doubts, raised the helmet in his hand, showed it to the others, and praised: "As expected of a young hero, this kind of sword power cannot be possessed by ordinary people! "
"That's an award. I have to thank Fifth Miss for her kindness." After Bai Feng said that, he turned back to E Feiying, cupped his hands and thanked her: "Thank you very much for Fifth Miss for throwing the helmet at me, so that I can borrow Miss's strange power. Find a way to break the situation.”
After hearing this, E Feiying became furious, jumped off the dining table, walked up to the young man with her legs clicking, pointed at the young man's nose with her delicate face raised, and said aggressively: "What do you mean by these words?" ? Are you laughing at me?"
"I don't mean to irritate Fifth Young Lady. It's just that I really don't understand why Fifth Young Lady treats me like this..." Bai Feng couldn't help but glance at the other party, only to see resentment and jealousy in E Feiying's frown. He lowered his eyebrows and changed his gaze.
"What? I'm already very polite to you! If it had been any other man, I would have kicked him out a long time ago!" After saying that, E Feiying put her hands in a posture and punched the opponent's door. . There seemed to be only a slight hesitation, allowing Bai Feng to easily catch it with a backhand and restrain an arm.
"Girl! I don't know the girl, so why do I insist on pursuing it as if I have some deep grudge?"
"You...let me go!" E Feiying seemed to have burst into tears, wiping her eyes with her only remaining hand and saying angrily.
This situation caused all the knights and warriors present to start talking again, and everyone had different opinions. Before the visitor could chat a few words, E Binghuan hurriedly stepped forward to separate the two, took his daughter aside, and comforted him: "Ying'er, what's wrong with you? This Mr. Bai has been there recently. Come to the young hero who rose to fame!”
"What's so great about him? Isn't he just a little smart?" E Feiying stroked the arm that was hurt by Bai Feng, walked aside and murmured: "I'm not sure, he can't even beat me. …”
After sending E Feiying away, E Binghuan immediately called on the servants to serve food and wine, and personally invited Bai Feng to come back to his seat and exchange good words and wine. In addition, many diners at the next table came to offer wine and greetings: some came to express their admiration; some came to talk about Fifth Miss E Feiying’s interesting reaction, and some just talked about To the young man's sword.
All in all, the "thorned helmet in front of the hall" that night made the legend of this stranger gradually spread in Jimingyi.
No matter what the legend is, it will eventually be forgotten one day. Only the thoughts entrusted by the flute sounds can last forever in the hearts of those who care about it. The familiar sound of the flute rippled in the night sky again shortly after the meal. The performer is the young man who was still under the envious gaze of everyone earlier.
"Brother Feng, it sounds so nice..." Murong Yan sat in the room, facing the window. Behind you are the silk quilts, silk pillows and satin sheets carefully arranged by the store. Bai Feng was facing the moon just now, stroking the flute and expressing her emotions, all in her eyes.
Seeing that the young man was about to return to his seat, Murong Yan filled the teacup with the brewed tea and brought it to Bai Feng. The two of them treated each other with respect and greeted each other. Then Bai Feng asked: "Yan'er, do you feel better now?"
"It's getting much better..."
"Haha..." Bai Feng smiled, took a sip of tea, and replied: "If the legend of the 'Xianbei Witch' has not deceived us, you and I should be of the same mind. Why do I feel that Yan'er seems to be even more worried? many?"
After Bai Feng finished speaking, he stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth around the table like an old gentleman. After thinking about Shao Qing, he replied: "Is it possible that Yan'er is thinking about the fifth lady? "
After Murong Yan heard this, she followed behind her, with an embarrassed look on her face, and said reproachfully: "Brother Feng doesn't understand other people at all..."
"What? It's not?" Bai Feng saw the other party's sad expression and said without knowing why, "Is your mind still affected by those sick and disabled generals?"
"Well..." Murong Yan nodded slightly, stood up and walked to the window: "I just don't understand why people always like to achieve their goals through bloody means..."
"Yan'er, you don't need to know why. Some things can only be changed through complete destruction. A single kind heart will only become a lamb for slaughter." Bai Feng gently touched the other person's tearful eyes and said softly: "I swear, I will never let you get a trace of blood in this life."
Just when Murong Yan felt happy and moved about the vow she had made with her "destined person", a knock on the door called "destiny" was heard "dong dong".
"Who is it?" Murong Yan looked at the door and asked doubtfully.
"Maybe it's Brother Zhao? I'll go and have a look." Bai Feng left Murong Yan a few rooms away and opened the door latch. He saw a middle-aged man wearing a silk scarf, thin eyebrows, long eyes, a long nose and narrow cheeks, and a goatee. He stood outside the door. Although his clothes are not flashy, he is not slovenly; his figure is not tall, but he is not thin either. He was dressed as a Taoist, with several Bagua patterns printed on the accessories on his body.
"This is Bai Feng, Mr. Bai, right?" The man said without any surprise, and his face did not change. He seemed to be smiling as if he was peeing.
"Exactly! May I ask your Excellency..."
"That Young Master Zhao is indeed right. By following the sound of the flute, we can find you." The Taoist explained the reason, and then said: "I have something very important. I want to talk to Mr. Bai in detail. I don't know if it is convenient." ?" Bai Feng glanced back and saw Murong Yan nodding, and just then she agreed to let the Taoist enter.
Just after Murong Yan met the Taoist's eyes, everything changed in an instant. Murong Yan, who had been in a much better mood and spirit, suddenly became panicked again and was minding her own business making tea and water, and almost spilled the water on the ground.
"Yan'er? Are you okay?" Bai Feng asked confused.
"No...it's okay." After Murong Yan finished speaking, she straightened her hair in front of her forehead, sat down beside Bai Feng dignifiedly, and kept her head buried.
"Hahaha..." The old Taoist sneered and introduced himself: "The poor Taoist's Taoist name is Wugou. Mr. Bai can also call the poor Taoist by his lay name, Sima Tu. That girl next to you?"
After Bai Feng heard the three words "Sima Tu", he was stunned for a moment. In order to prevent the other party from discovering anything strange, I had to pretend that nothing happened and replied: "This is my confidante... Priest Wu Gu, what do you want to do with me?"
"There is nothing urgent. It's just that I just saw your superb swordsmanship in front of the hall, so I feel admiration. I would like to borrow Mr. Bai's sword to have a look. I wonder if you would agree?" Sima Tu said to the extremely slender sword. His eyes seemed to be brewing something all the time, but it also made it unclear what his intentions were.
"Of course... you can..." Bai Feng held the sword in both hands and let him observe it for a moment.
"Absolutely, this must be the famous sword 'Longming' from the past!" Sima Tu's eyes sparkled, as if he had seen something he had not seen for a long time, and said: "Mr. Bai, where did you get this sword? Why did it end up like this?"
"It's a long story..." Bai Feng was afraid that his identity as a disciple of the "White Snake Immortal" would be revealed, so he could only deal with it carefully: "This sword was a gift from a friend. Because of some accidents, it fell. Off the cliff."
"This friend...is the owner of this sword?" Sima Tu looked at Bai Feng intently and asked.
"No, he was also the one who got this sword by accident. It's just that I was kind to him, so I got this sword as a gift..."
"Hahaha..." Sima Tu suddenly laughed again and said, "Then I will disturb Mr. Bai." After that, he stood up and said goodbye. When he came to the door, he didn't forget to ask about Murong Yan and said, "I have one more thing to say. May I ask that girl, has she ever known a man named 'Murong Yan'?"
"No... I don't know the slave family..."
After hearing such an answer, the Taoist had no choice but to give up, look back and leave, leaving only the two people still in shock in the room.
