As soon as Yang Qiufei followed Ge Dafeng into the main hall, the Chuangtianmen guards on both sides of the main hall surrounded him and followed behind.
Yang Qiufei noticed that these guards were slender and lean, unlike the Chuangtianmen gang who all had fat bellies. He also saw that their movements were neat, their eyes were twinkling, and they didn't have a good understanding of each other. He knew that they were counting their own routes on the fly. A good hand selected from among the bandits.
Behind him, Gongsun Yao chased into the main hall, still holding a piece of broken cake in his hand, and ran behind Yang Qiufei. When he saw Yang Qiufei and Ge Dafeng looking back at him, he didn't know how to react.
On the way to Dayang Mansion, everyone had discussed not to eat anything in Dayang Mansion. Gongsun Yao came after him with cakes, but he just didn't want Yang Qiufei to be in danger alone. He looked at the cakes in his hands and said, "Ah , I was crushed..."
"It doesn't matter, there is plenty of food in the rooftop garden." Ge Dafeng laughed and led Yang Qiufei upstairs. The group passed the banquet hall on the third floor and the exhibition hall on the fourth floor. The group turned into a corridor and suddenly heard Ge Dafeng laughing loudly and said: "Sword King, you are really wise and brave. We have always admired you."
"Really?" Yang Qiufei responded casually. He looked at the bead lamp hanging on the wall on the left side of the corridor, and then looked at his own reflection reflected in the large landscape paper window on the wall of the antique hall on the right, and couldn't help but smile. But said nothing.
Ge Dafeng continued: "I wonder what the Sword King's next plan is? Looking at the lake, no one in the world can be on an equal footing with you, the Sword King. Forgive me, I dare to say it bluntly. You are the only one who can take the position of our common master. competent."
"Really?" Yang Qiufei still answered like this, laughing. He followed Ge Dafeng and headed towards the open-air garden leading upstairs. Ge Dafeng turned around and said, "Today there is a Wuyao City acrobatic troupe, a group of guests. They’re all watching the show up there.”
"Really?" Yang Qiufei laughed and said, "I love juggling the most."
The group of people walked up the stairs, and Ge Dafeng opened the white door leading to the garden on the top floor. It was already bright, and the bright white sunlight spread on the stone floor and green turf of the open-air garden.
On a stage in the center of the front garden, there was a troupe of fifty or sixty acrobats with their faces painted in colorful colors. There were a few fake guests sitting behind long tables around them.
There were some real guests among the fake guests, most of whom were wealthy businessmen who came to the lake city. These wealthy businessmen originally provided funds to suppress bandits and also participated in this grand event in the lake. Unexpectedly, they were kidnapped by the bandits and drugged. , at this time, each of them had a face like a dead fish, their feet were bound, and the guards had sharp knives on their backs, so they did not dare to say anything.
Su Liuniang came to greet her in all her glory, and Ji Xiaozhi followed behind, carrying his family's black gun on his back.
Ge Dafeng raised his hand and introduced, "These two are the new distinguished guests last night. They are Su Meizi from Shuiyue County and the youngest son of the Sharpshooter League."
Yang Qiufei snorted, sat down by himself, looked at the rich man beside him who was shaking non-stop, then looked at Su Liuniang and Ji Xiaozhi, suddenly burst out laughing and said: "A Liu from the Qinghe Gang in Shuiyue County, Jianghu No one knows this; the reputation of the Black Spear Gang is higher than that of the Sharpshooter Alliance, so why should you pretend to be someone else’s son? The old leader of the Sharpshooter Alliance is over seventy years old, old and ugly. Don’t you feel aggrieved by calling him your father?”
Ge Dafeng also laughed, clapped his hands a few times, and said: "The King of Swords is indeed the King of Swords. He speaks quickly, so... let's eat and drink first before getting down to business." Ge Dafeng raised his hand slightly, and a guard immediately held a bowl. The white porridge was placed in front of Yang Qiufei's table.
Yang Qiufei stared at the bowl of clear porridge in front of him, smiled, and said, "It's too bland, too bland. I eat roast pork every morning on the mountain, and I can't get used to this white porridge."
"Too bland?" Ge Dafeng smiled, glanced at the acrobatic troupe, and then said to Yang Qiufei: "It's not that there are no strong side dishes, but I'm afraid that you, King Sword, won't be able to eat them."
Before Ge Dafeng finished speaking, the acrobatic troupe dispersed, followed by about a dozen guests kneeling on the ground, most of whom were middle-aged and elderly people. Some of them were businessmen coming to the lake, and some were senior swordsmen. What they had in common was that they were similar to Yang Qiufei has various friendships.
Yang Qiufei remained silent. He only saw the acrobatic troupe guarding the group of kneeling guests on the left and right, and a few guys holding big swords behind them.
"Sword King, do you want to try human ear porridge, human liver fried rice, or human blood wine?" Ge Dafeng laughed, then gradually faded his smile and said, "It's better to eat plain porridge. Sword King, you take a sip of the porridge, and I Let someone go."
Yang Qiufei looked at the group of hostages and guests, and then at the bowl of white porridge on his table. His face was indifferent, he stirred the bowl with a spoon, took a spoonful and blew it close to his mouth, blowing up steaming steam. .
There was a minion standing behind Yang Qiufei, who suddenly whispered in a breathy voice: "There is only the antidote in the porridge. The Sword King should take the antidote first, so there is no harm in taking it." This minion was obviously Bei Xiaolu in disguise.
"Do you keep your word?" Yang Qiufei looked at Ge Dafeng.
Ge Dafeng looked at the acrobatic troupe and said: "Let one go first." A guy from the acrobatic troupe untied a kneeling old man and kicked his butt. The old man was so frightened that he rolled and crawled and fled behind Yang Qiufei. , still trembling.
"Every time you take a bite, one person will be put away. The first one is given to you. The second one's head will be left on the neck or rolled on the ground. It is up to the sword king to decide." Ge Dafeng said, One member of the acrobatic troupe picked up a big knife and put it on the back of the second hostage's neck.
Yang Qiufei scooped up a spoonful of porridge and ate it.
"That's refreshing!" Ge Dafeng chuckled, nodded, clapped his hands, and the second hostage crawled to Yang Qiufei's side and thanked him repeatedly. Yang Qiufei finished the porridge one bite after another, and a bunch of hostages were already crowded behind him. I saw only six hostages being held by the acrobatic troupe, and there was not much porridge left in the bowl.
"The Sword King's stomach should be full by now." Ge Dafeng said suddenly.
Yang Qiufei patted his belly, nodded and said, "I'm a little full."
"These six will be exchanged for the sword on your waist."
Without saying a word, Yang Qiufei took off the long sword from his waist, threw it lightly, and landed at Ge Dafeng's feet. Then he pointed at Gongsun Yao and said to Ge Dafeng: "Let my friend send them down."
Ge Dafeng wanted to pick up the long sword. Then he looked at Gongsun Yao and saw that he also had a long sword tied around his waist and was quite close to Yang Qiufei. He nodded in agreement and asked the acrobatic troupe to pick up the remaining ones. After the hostages were released, a group of guards were sent to monitor Gongsun Yao as he escorted the hostages downstairs.
On the other side, Yang Qiufei asked for a toothpick to pick his teeth, looking at the clear sky slightly lost in thought.
Ge Dafeng watched Gongsun Yao leave, then strode towards Yang Qiufei and said, "Sword King, I will help you stand up." As he said this, he suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at Yang Qiufei's shoulder and neck.
Yang Qiufei ducked sideways, flicked his middle finger, and the toothpick in his hand whirled into Ge Dafeng's face. Ge Dafeng jumped back, shouting for danger. The toothpick hit his right eyelid and bounced off. , bounced into the eye, and even if it failed to penetrate, it would have been extremely painful.
Yang Qiufei suddenly jumped up, put his feet on the long table, kicked the porcelain bowl of porridge, and lifted the bowl into the air. He caught it in the air, held it in his hand, and put it on Ge Dafeng's forehead.
Ge Dafeng lowered his body and took half a step back, then stood up straight again and slashed with his saber from bottom to top. Yang Qiufei let go of the bowl and let it be smashed to pieces by the saber. When he landed, he kicked the tip of his toe and hit Ge Dafeng's knee. Ge Dafeng made a sound and stepped back.
"Hit!" Ji Xiaozhi, who had been waiting for a long time, thrust his spear at Yang Qiufei's waist and abdomen. Yang Qiufei turned around to avoid it, and at the same time grabbed the heavy black gun and said, "This thing is good."
Ji Xiaozhi was slightly surprised. He felt that although Yang Qiufei was old, his hand holding his gun was quite strong, and his strength was weird. No matter how he twisted and pulled out, he still could not withdraw the black gun.
This Ge Dafeng attacked again, slashing horizontally with his sword. Yang Qiufei pulled the black spear to block the knife, then took a vertical step and touched Ge Dafeng's left hand. His middle finger, index finger and thumb were dug up and down into the flesh of his palm. Pulling and releasing, Ge Dafeng was thrown upside down.
"The little thief wants to harm me too." Yang Qiufei shouted loudly and raised his foot to step on it. He suddenly felt dizzy. His body shook as if struck by thunder, so he stepped on the wrong foot. The hand holding Ji Xiaozhi's black gun also quickly Released, Ji Xiaozhi withdrew the black gun, shouted, raised his energy and stabbed again.
Yang Qiufei stepped back continuously, his legs were slightly weak, and he felt that there was a block of air in his chest, which forced the black gun to retreat again and again.
