Three days later, in the morning, the sun was shining brightly in Feiyun Village, Yunshui County.
Feiyun Villa is not on the mountain, but built on the Yunshui River. The villa covers an extremely large area and has many houses, like a village.
At this time, the news that Hero Feiyun Jianye was celebrating his sixtieth birthday had already spread throughout Qinghe, and there was an endless stream of guests coming and going.
There are many boats passing by on the Yunshui River outside the main entrance of the villa, and they are all wealthy merchants carrying swords and swords.
At this time, a light boat came slowly. In addition to the boatman, there was also a yellow-faced young man wearing a blue shirt and wearing two swords.
Next to the young man is a handsome young man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan. It is Song Yurou who is disguised as a man.
Song Yurou looked at the endless crowd and said excitedly: "There are so many people. We will definitely meet many famous masters in the world this time."
Ling Feng said calmly: "Aren't you afraid that your identity will be exposed and a group of martial arts masters will besiege you?"
Liu Men and Jiang Hu are at opposite poles. The daughter of Liu Men's chief catcher came to attend the Jiang Hu hero's birthday party. This was simply a provocation. I don't know how many martial arts masters died in the six-door prison. Once her identity is exposed, she will definitely be besieged. Of course, Ling Feng's reputation would be ruined in an instant, and he would transform from a hero to a court eagle.
Song Yurou smiled and said: "How are you better than me? Aren't you afraid that they will directly attack you for the soul-absorbing sword manual?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "Don't be afraid. The heroes in the world love face most. Even if they want sword manuals, they will pay attention to the statues."
After a while, the two went ashore and came to the main entrance.
At this time, there were many people queuing up at the door to get in.
Song Yurou patted Ling Feng in front of her just as she was about to enter.
A guard in white stretched out his hand to stop her and said coldly: "Stop, where is your invitation?"
Song Yurou pointed at Ling Feng and said, "I'm with him."
Ling Feng took out the red invitation and handed over a gift box.
The guard opened it and saw that it was an old wild ginseng, and he said calmly: "You two, please come in!"
The two walked through the patio and the sedan (tea) hall to the main hall.
At this time, the patio was covered with tables and filled with wealthy people. The two of them randomly found a seat to sit down.
When everyone meets someone they know well, they will gather around a table, say a few polite words, and chat.
The seniors were busy introducing martial arts comrades to their disciples so that they could take care of them in the future. Young men and women would talk to each other when they met someone they admired. This birthday banquet is not only a birthday banquet, but also an opportunity for people in the world to communicate and get acquainted with each other.
Everyone was in groups, talking and laughing, and it was very lively. Only Ling Feng and Song Yurou remained silent, as if they stood out from the crowd and were out of tune with their surroundings.
At this time, Ling Feng was silently doing his exercises to open up the Yangming Large Intestine Meridian in his hands. Now that his Bitao Mind Technique has entered the third level, his main task is to open up the twelve main meridians. His internal strength is getting thicker now. After three days of dredging, most of this meridian has been opened. There are still a few accumulated impurities that need to be dredged slowly to avoid damaging the meridians.
Song Yurou was quietly listening to the story of Ye Feiyun told by an old man in his fifties next to him.
"You are still young and have not experienced our era. At that time, Daxia Ye was only in his twenties. When he first emerged from the martial arts world, he defeated the famous swordsman Ben Lei Jian Zhuo Yifan. Then he went up to Lianyun Mountain alone to destroy Lianyun. Village. His heroic deeds are known to all young and old. I don’t know how many boudoir girls are enamored of him."
Next to him, a young man wearing a sword smiled and said, "Master, what about you? Can you tell us a story about your youth?"
The old man smiled and said: "Master was still driving wooden piles at that time."
The old man was born in a martial arts school and has average cultivation level, which is Ling Feng's current level of internal strength. But after all, he was old enough because of his age, so he was invited. And ordinary warriors from martial arts schools, small sects, family traditions, etc. account for 80% of the martial arts community.
The pretty girl sitting on the same bench as the old man asked: "Dad, how do you think the martial arts of the blue-shirted hero compares with Ye DaXia?"
If an outsider asks this question, the old man will definitely not answer. No matter who is superior or inferior, he will offend one party. However, he wasted half his life wandering around in the world. He didn't get married until he was in his thirties and gave birth to this precious daughter, so he loved her very much. He touched his daughter's little head and said: "Yan'er, although the blue-shirted hero has just debuted, he has killed all famous masters, especially Wu Lie, the Mountain Sword Sword, and Ding Wuyou, the Heartbreaker Palm, are all top masters. . There are also the two heroes of the Yu family who died under his sword. With their combined swords, they have also defeated many top masters. In terms of internal strength, the hero in blue shirt may be slightly lacking, but in terms of swordsmanship alone, he is It is extraordinary and almost unrivaled. And Ye Daxia was a famous master thirty years ago. Now his internal and external skills must be at the top, and his Feiyun Sword Technique is also ever-changing and rarely matched by opponents. In terms of martial arts, Ye Daxia is among the best in the world. Above the heroes in shirts, they are indistinguishable in terms of sword law."
At this time, at the table next to him, a bearded man in yellow attire with a long knife on his waist suddenly stood up, slapped the table and shouted: "Old man Wu, Daxia Ye kindly invites you to the birthday banquet, but you are here talking nonsense! That blue-shirted man A kid who has only debuted for more than a month, how can he comment on Daxia Ye?"
Wu Xiaoyan, the daughter of old man Wu, immediately yelled: "Big Beard, since you said that the blue-shirted hero is not good at martial arts, why don't you go and compete with the blue-shirted hero?"
The people at the tables next to him burst into laughter. Most of the people knew that this big man with a beard weighed a few pounds and was no match for him.
The big man with the beard only spoke out to please Feiyun Village. If he really wanted to compete in martial arts, he wouldn't even dare to borrow ten of his courage. Because that man never survived under the sword. But with so many people watching, he couldn't lose the battle, so he insisted: "If he really comes, I will compete with him."
At this time, Wu Xiaoyan immediately turned around, pointed at Ling Feng, and said with a smile: "The hero in blue shirt will sit here!"
Old man Wu turned around and saw Ling Feng's open indifferent eyes. He was startled and quickly pulled his daughter to sit down, whispering: "Yan'er, you have caused great harm to my father!"
He was regretting the comment he had just made and felt uneasy in his heart.
But what he regretted more than him was the bearded man. He glanced at Ling Feng and his face turned red.
The people next to him followed suit and laughed, "Big Beard, aren't you going to compete with the blue-shirted hero? You must keep your word!"
However, the bearded man was far thicker-skinned than he thought, so he just kept silent.
At this time, a handsome young man in a white shirt with a sword on his waist suddenly stood up, walked over, clasped his fists and said, "Hero in blue shirt, Qinghe Sword Sect Luo Renfeng will teach you some great tricks!"
Everyone was in an uproar. The Qinghe Sword Sect was the largest sect in Qinghe, and this Luo Renfeng was indeed a young master. Now there was something good to see.
Unexpectedly, Ling Feng turned a deaf ear and slowly finished his exercises. He closed his eyes to rest his mind and paid no attention to it.
Song Yurou pushed him and said, "Hey, are you afraid?"
Luo Renfeng said coldly: "You look down on our Qinghe Sword Sect?"
Anyway, first put on a big hat. If Ling Feng says yes, senior masters from the Qinghe Sword Sect will inevitably take action in the future. If Ling Feng said no, it would be a sign of submission, and he would lose face.
Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "My sword can only kill people, not show it to others."
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