Watching the young man in white walking down the mountain gracefully, Feng Yi felt mixed emotions in his heart, including jealousy, doubt, admiration, but mostly yearning...
"What a free and uninhibited young man!" Feng Cong muttered in praise, stroking his gray beard.
Regardless of their age, most people in the Jianghu still like to have a free and bold temperament. This is why Xu Jinye was able to make friends with heroes from all over the world after traveling in the Jianghu for only two or three years, and his reputation for chivalry spread throughout the world.
"Dad, where does he come from? Looking at his appearance, I guess he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he can be on par with Master Faxiang!" The figure of the young man in white disappeared into the vast white snow, and Feng Yinai approached his father and asked quietly .
The two fought against each other, and although the other party only made one move, it created a deep shock in his heart, allowing him to see the gap between himself and the genius.
Feng Cong shook his head slightly and replied in a low voice: "With his identity and martial arts skills, he will become famous in the world sooner or later. Now that he has used a pseudonym, he does not want to involve his master for the time being. I guess it is He came out to practice behind his back. In that case, why do we need to find out the reason?"
From his words, it was obvious that he had seen the details of the young man in white.
"Ah? He just gave a false name? Isn't his real name Bian Zhang?" Although Feng Yi is nearly thirty years old and has been practicing martial arts for twenty years, his martial arts skills and vision are not superior. Previously, the boy in white had exchanged hundreds of moves with Monk Faxiang. He had been watching from the side from beginning to end, but he couldn't tell the difference between the two's martial arts.
Indeed, the skills of drawing inferences from one instance and drawing analogies cannot be learned by teaching.
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Outside Jinzhou City, two riders had just left the city gate and were riding slowly eastward.
Two people rode on, one was a fat-headed monk and the other was a gray-haired man. The fat monk was humming and chirping all the way, wandering around in a small tune and enjoying himself. The gray-haired man said nothing, his face seemed to be covered with wax, and his appearance looked like a withered body.
The snow has melted and the ground is muddy. The breeze was blowing, and the chill was biting. The fat-headed monk's voice trembled slightly, and he consciously tightened his clothes.
"Hey, Mr. Mei, it's so cold, why are you rushing on your way?" The monk turned around and complained, "Look, the horse doesn't want to leave either!"
Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that this is definitely not a diligent and active person.
The gray-haired man glanced at him slightly, but did not say anything. He looked into the distance with a very sad expression.
The fat-headed monk was unwilling to give in. He drove his horse two steps closer and continued: "Besides, the incident with the Mei family happened at the Salt Government Office. If we want to find traces of our enemies, we have to start in Jinzhou. You are so impatient." If you go to the capital and have no clue, how can you investigate? What can you find?"
Speaking of this, the gray-haired man finally reacted. With a little force on his hand, he reined in the horse's reins.
The mount stopped at the suggestion and neighed softly in response to its master's command.
Seeing this, the fat-headed monk stopped his horse and looked to the side, obviously very interested in what he was about to say.
"More than half a year has passed since the incident in the Mei Mansion. Even if the criminals left some clues at that time, finding something useful now is like looking for a needle in a haystack." The man in gray slowly shook his head and replied, "The eunuch said that the victims of the Mei Mansion The body had wounds from knives, hooks, claws, and swords. Judging from this, more than one group of people may have entered the Mei Mansion that night; many people had only one wound on their bodies... The enemy must have been extremely powerful. The killer; the corpse of the thief was piled up and burned, and it is very likely that there was an unknown person among them; Guo Zimu once led the garrison barracks to rush to rescue, but was blocked at the street intersection three miles away from the house... The garrison barracks Two thousand Qingqi, how can ordinary forces stop them?"
Generally speaking, a sect or a yamen uses only one kind of weapon. For example, the Xu family uses swords, the Luomen sect uses swords, and the forward battalion in the army except generals and assistants all use guns.
Killing with one blow in a chaotic battle is something only a master can do. And being able to kill someone with just one strike is obviously a training specifically for killing people. That is the way of the Killer Hall.
Burning corpses after war not only prevents the spread of infectious diseases, but also conceals the identity of the deceased.
Guo Zimu once arrived with two thousand light cavalry, but was held back by the gangsters with roadblocks and poisonous darts. This shows the thorough planning and powerful power of the gang behind the scenes.
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and by the end, fire was almost coming out of his eyes.
"Haha... The enemies of the Mei family must be in the court! The killers who enter the house must be from the Nine Halls!" The gray-haired man said firmly, holding the reins in his hands and making a creaking sound.
After hearing this, the fat-headed monk looked surprised, swallowed his saliva, and said nothing after all. But I thought in my heart: "Some people are really born with intelligence. For fifteen years, I have watched this boy come along. In addition to teaching the children in the village to read and digit, I spent the rest of the time growing vegetables and cutting firewood. , to kill time with daily routine. In recent years, he has followed me to learn martial arts, but he has also been careless, not caring about the gains and losses, and he is said to be dull-minded and congenitally dull. Unexpectedly, what happened to Luomei's family during this time, what was going on in his mind He is so lively, able to discern details, and see the big picture, without the decadence of the past. Alas, he wasted his precious years by sitting in that small place, what a pity! What a pity!"
The meeting was fate, and the acquaintance was even more fate. The two of them were both teachers and friends, neither teachers nor friends. They had been together for fifteen years. This kind of deep fate took several lifetimes to cultivate.
Speaking of master and apprentice, the two are closer than ordinary masters and apprentices. Talking about friends, when they get along, they don't seem to be as casual as ordinary friends.
All and none of them.
"What do you want to do when you go to the capital?" the fat-headed monk asked again.
The blood feud was so deep that he could not dissuade them. Although he knew that the road ahead was extremely dangerous, he had no choice but to ride together and share weal and woe.
"Looking for my nephew." The gray-haired man replied softly, "Find Yuanchen first, and then plan everything else after meeting him." Thinking of the nephew he had only met once, a warm current surged in his heart.
"When he was in my arms, he was just a little baby. Now he is twenty years old and has grown into an adult." From the news in Jinzhou, we learned that Mei Yuanchen was half a day ahead of schedule on the night when the Mei family was exterminated. After leaving the Zhengsi Yamen and recently appearing in Ruozhou, he finally managed to maintain some peace in his heart, which was on the verge of collapse.
"Yuanchen, uncle is back late..." The gray-haired man murmured softly, and two lines of clear tears flowed down his face.
It turns out that the gray-haired man riding on the horse is Bai Lisi's only younger brother and Mei Yuanchen's only living relative - Bai Li En.
At that time, Bai Lien accidentally saw local officials testifying that the Yi Palace secretly solicited martial arts masters and cultivated the power of dead men. The memorial was discovered, and he was detained by Xia Muren for severe interrogation. Fortunately, Bai Liyi, an elder of the same clan, acted as a guarantee and escaped with his life. Get a life back. However, he was also forced to make a solemn oath: he would never enter the capital again, and he would never have any contact with the Mei family again. Bailiyi was worried that King Yi would regret it, so he sent him out of the city overnight, all the way to Tianshuang County.
After arriving in Tianshuang County, Bai Lien cut off his past, changed his name to Mei Si'en, and worked as a teacher in a remote village, where he stayed for nineteen years.
In this life, there is no way to serve the country, no relatives to guard the family, what hope and fun can there be in life?
For nineteen years, he missed his sister, brother-in-law and family who were far away day and night without seeing him. Gradually his hair turned gray and his heart grew old, until he accidentally heard the news that the Meifu family had been exterminated.
As for the fat-headed monk, he is actually not a monk, but a bald Taoist priest.
Once upon a time, he also had a famous name: Taoist Wushi.
