On the way back to Fushenzui, Hua Fengju was thoughtful and walked very slowly.
It's not that he was worried about his nephew's safety. Even Qishan Baiyi said that the kid was born from some star in the sky. How could he die here so easily? It's just that after the middle-aged man met Xiaoyao Yuanjian, he felt that his heart, which had been cold for fifteen years, suddenly became hot and hot, as if he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something important a long time ago, but what happened? I can't even remember what it was like.
The sky is turning white, which is the refreshing scene after the rain and the sky clears.
Hua Feng walked lazily and unknowingly walked to the street outside Fu Shen Zui.
After last night's incident, a sign saying "Thank you today" was hung in front of the front door. Hua Fengju, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally, pushed the door straight in without taking a second look.
The light in the restaurant was dim and the smell of blood was strong, but the bodies and remains everywhere had been cleaned up by someone.
After Hua Fengju looked around, he found a person sitting upright on a seat by the window in the hall. It was the young man Yan Longyu who had not slept a wink all night.
There was blood oozing from the bandaged wound on the young man's left arm. His face was haggard and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. When he saw the visitor, he stood up slowly and asked calmly: "Uncle Feng, what happened last night?"
Hua Fengju replied truthfully and succinctly: "Someone set up a trap to kill you with the help of Xiaoyao Sect. Fortunately, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect just used the help of Senior He to clean up the sect and has no intention of killing you."
"Is that Duke Chong, Yao Chong?"
"It's not him, there's someone else."
Yan Longyu suddenly asked: "Then Brother Han Jianglong who died because of me died in vain? Did the fourteen innocent guys in this drunken life die in vain?"
Hua Fengju, who was already feeling a little irritable, came to the young man, looked at his bloodshot eyes indifferently, and solemnly said every word: "Yes! It's just a wasted death! Without me, without Senior He, without him Han Jianglong, Huang Wenmang, if those fourteen people had not died before you, your death would have been in vain! But what can you do? Can you avenge them just by yourself?"
Perhaps because he felt that his tone was a bit harsh, the middle-aged man in green shirt laughed to himself, raised his hands and put them on the young man's shoulders, "Okay, don't forget, you are the son of the Sword Fairy of Xishu, a handsome young man that everyone envies. Sir, stop acting like a lifeless little old man and give me a smile."
Yan Long Yupi grinned slightly without a smile, "Uncle Feng, you are coaxing the child!"
"I'm not as fragile as you think. I know I'm indecisive and can't be cruel, but I don't want to embarrass my father. You can beat me more and scold me if you want." At this point, the young man suddenly looked sad, "But, I am a person who holds grudges, and I will definitely avenge them with my own hands in the future."
Hua Fengju suddenly felt a little relieved: the child had grown up.
Xishu Fengjue sighed silently in his heart for a while, and finally yawned and walked upstairs, "That's right, young people should behave like young people, and I, a middle-aged man, should go upstairs to make up for it. Wake up."
"Uh~~ Where are the stairs!"
——
In a first-class private room, he was floating and drunk.
The young man looked solemn and was questioning Wang Sui, the steward who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to raise his head to look directly at him.
This trip to Sichuan for Yan Longyu and his party was a route planned by their Xishu Fushen Pavilion. Only a few people including the old Pavilion owner Gu knew the itinerary. However, they had only been in Guihua Town for more than three days, and the Xiaoyao Sect The person came to the door accurately, and the trick was obvious. Even a shrewd person like Yan Gui, who had not read a few days, could see it.
Under the young man's pressure, Wang Sui, who was greedy for life and fearful of death, told him everything about accepting a hundred taels of gold and leaking the whereabouts of Yan Longyu and others within a matter of seconds.
However, Mo Fei didn't take it seriously.
With Wang Sui's sophisticated, shrewd, greedy and fearless virtues, he must be very familiar with the methods used by Fushen Hall to deal with traitors. If there is no person behind it, how can he dare to knowingly commit the crime and use his own life in exchange for money?
The young man seemed to have a vague answer in his heart. The person behind Wang Sui must be a big shot in the Floating and Sinking Hall who was familiar with him. In other words, there was someone in the Floating and Sinking Hall who colluded with outsiders to stop Yan Longyu and his group. Going to Shu, even wanting their lives.
Mo Fei's voice was soft, but in Wang Sui's ears it sounded like a life-threatening judge, "Master Wang, although I am young, you can't treat me like a child, can you?"
"Tell me, who instigated you to do this? If you tell me now, I can plead with my adoptive father on your behalf, right? I believe Mr. Wang knows his methods better than me."
Wang Sui, who was kneeling on the ground, was already in a state of death. Looking at the young man in front of him, he shuddered suddenly and said in a trembling voice with despair: "Young manager Mo, there is no need to waste your words anymore. Let the hotel send someone to kill him." Get rid of me! You can't afford to offend the guy behind me. Even if the old gym owner knows about it, there's nothing you can do to him."
As the saying goes, if a young man is not frivolous, how can he be called a young man?
Hearing these words, Mo Fei's fair face showed a touch of sarcasm, full of heroic spirit. He slowly came to Wang Wei, bent down and raised his eyebrows and said: "Well, then I have to see what kind of person he is. There’s no big shot I can afford to offend.”
"Do you think I will be afraid?"
…
Last night, in order to protect the safety of the young man Yan Longyu, Jianghu man Han Jianglong and his brother Huang Wenmang took the initiative to meet the powerful fists of Xiaoyao Sect's great master Li Changfeng. Han Jianglong was eventually beaten to death by the Grand Master with his fist, leaving no intact body. However, Huang Wenmang survived by luck because he fell downstairs and broke one of his arms.
At this moment, Fu Shen Zui was in another wing room.
The mute man Huang Wenmang drooped one arm and sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, calming his mind.
In the corner of the room stood a boxy bamboo bookbox oozing with blood, containing the bloody body of his sworn brother Han Jianglong.
Huang Wenmang is a native of Baeksu County, Gyeongju. He was born with aphasia and a cowardly character. In his early years, he made a living by killing pigs and selling meat. He developed a pair of thick round arms. After being married for three years without a son, he accidentally broke up with his wife. The neighbor had an affair, and in anger he used a butcher's knife to kill the couple. They were imprisoned, and were later released from prison by his relatives and friends who scattered all their wealth. After leaving his hometown, he worshiped Mr. Fang. Under a monk, he learned a set of unknown stick techniques and became a lay practitioner traveling around the world. Later, in Gyeongju, he met Han Jianglong, who had grown up by the river since childhood.
The two hit it off and became sworn friends to Jinlan, so they made an appointment to go to Jianzhou to participate in the Yushan Sword Market's five-year competition to recruit disciples.
After they walked together, they encountered things like this.
After entering sedation, Huang Wenmang heard a gradually clearer and leisurely sound of footsteps coming from outside the house, and then suddenly opened his eyes. But he saw a man in green shirt pushing straight through the door and standing in front of him with a frown on his face.
After seeing the person coming clearly, Huang Wenmang didn't dare to neglect. He was about to get up, but was stopped by the person who waved his hand casually.
After waking up, Hua Fengju glanced at the bloody bookbox in the corner and said with some sympathy: "I know you can't speak, but listen to me, just respond."
The mute man nodded.
"You must have been confused these past few days and want to know the identities of those young men, right?"
Huang Wenmang nodded in agreement.
"The name of the boy in white is Yan Longyu, his father is Yan Linxiao, and I am his uncle. As for the identities of the other boys, I have no right to tell you."
The corner of Huang Wenmang's mouth twitched, he was shocked and frightened. At first, he only thought that this group of people were ordinary dignitaries from Xishu, but he did not expect that among them was the son of the Xishu Sword Immortal, who was famous in the world at that time!
Hua Fengju, who always likes to speculate the worst about others, ignored the man's reaction and continued: "No matter what the reason is for you two to get close to my nephew, you took action for him last night. Facts, therefore, I, Hua Fengju, owe you two a favor."
Huang Wenmang smiled naively and was about to wave his hand to show no need, but Hua Fengju took advantage of the situation and put his finger on his wrist.
"I have no strength, but the energy in my body is in disarray."
After giving an extremely pertinent evaluation, Hua Fengju took out a Buddhist mental method called "Gu Yuan Na Qi Sutra" from his arms and handed it to Huang Wenmang, "This book "Gu Yuan Na Qi Sutra" "Sutra" was given to me by the old abbot of Hanchan Temple in Yanzhou when I was young. Although it is not a Buddhist secret treasure, it has its own unique insights into stabilizing the mind and condensing the sea of qi. As long as you are willing to study with concentration, you can enter the six realms. Little Grandmaster, it’s just a matter of time.”
Huang Wenmang stood up and took the secret book, and opened his mouth in shock, as if he wanted to say something.
Hua Fengju said calmly: "Take it with peace of mind, as if it's your brother's life in exchange."
"You originally wanted to go to Jianzhou and Yushan Sword Market, right?"
Huang Wenmang nodded in astonishment.
"I am familiar with Shangguan Qingyang, the second master of the Jade Mountain Sword Market. I can write a letter of recommendation for you. If you go to the Sword Market, you can just go to him directly."
While Hua Fengju was cleaning up the aftermath for his nephew, he also unknowingly paved a way for him to survive in the future. He was planning to make a deal with Huang Wenmang that might or might not be possible.
"But you must agree to one condition."
"That is, on the day you become a Grand Master, you must return a favor to my nephew..."
After Huang Wenmang considered it, he nodded slightly. He walked around Hua Fengju with his arm, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea with one hand, and then dipped his fingers in the tea and wrote a line of words on the table crookedly.
After seeing the words on the table, Hua Fengju acted like a mute, saying nothing, just nodded, then turned and walked out of the room.
Written on the table: "Can you please allow me to take Brother Han's body back to Gyeongju for burial?"
Hua Fengju had to admit that his nephew might still be a little lacking in ability, but he was really good at judging people. Huang Wenmang was a man who valued friendship.
——
Early next morning.
After a night of drunkenness with the teenagers, the mute traveler Huang Wenmang left while the teenagers were sleeping.
He returned home alone with the body of his brother Han Jianglong on his back, and a few days later, he buried his body by the river where he grew up, together with his dead master.
Before leaving, Huang Wenmang, who had been reading for a few days, left eight words for the teenagers and asked Hua Fengju to pass it on to them:
"Drunk with you, I will be blessed for three lifetimes."
A man dies for a confidant, and a woman looks for a man who pleases her. For low-level Jianghu people like Han Jianglong and Huang Wenmang, what really moves them is the young Yan Longyu, not the people who treat them to jade plates of delicacies and wine, but the child. A sincere attitude that comes from the heart.
In the boy's gestures, they felt the long-lost dignity and fearless heroism.
From a certain perspective, it was Yan Longyu's sincerity that cost Han Jianglong his life.
But the young man is not guilty, and sincerity is not guilty. What is guilty is just the muddy world with no dignity at all of the low-level Jianghu people who are high-sounding, downtrodden, flattering, and suppressed.
The day after Huang Wenmang left, Yan Longyu and others also left Guihua Town and continued southbound.
In order to thoroughly find out the "big shot" hidden in the Fushen Pavilion, who wanted to secretly prevent the son of the Sword Immortal from going to Sichuan, the young manager of Fushen did not continue to travel with Yan Longyu and others, and chose to stay in Osmanthus Town.
Mo Fei knew very little about the interests of all parties involved behind Yan Longyu. He only knew that this orphan of the Sword Immortal played a decisive role in the current situation in Western Shu.
But at the same time, as a person of the same age, I am looking forward to what such a young man with an exquisite mind but a simple mind will experience and what will happen after he goes to the rich and charming Jinguan City in Xishu. What kind of action?
In fact, everything about the boy will be seen and experienced with his own eyes in the future.
