As for Feng Yanlang, he and Fang Lingyan were searching for Zeng Jinyi's whereabouts that day. He was originally in a happy mood along the way, but he didn't want to make Fang Lingyan angry if he didn't pay attention.
Thinking back, it is actually just a small matter, but young people tend to get entangled in small things and eventually make small things become big things.
"Master Feng, do you think I should call you Alang or Junior Brother?"
"Anything is fine," Feng Yanlang replied habitually.
"It's really boring. Then I'll call you Mr. Feng!" Fang Lingyan pouted.
Feng Yanlang also felt that what he said was not very flattering. It would be better if he said it to others. But he felt a little embarrassed to say this to Fang Lingyan, so he said again: "Is it okay to do whatever you want?" He didn't know Fang Lingyan. I don't understand that she just wants to have a more intimate title with him.
Who would have thought that Fang Lingyan would be even more unhappy, "You are not a cat or a dog. Can you just bark as I please?"
Feng Yanlang felt baffled when he heard this. He wanted to please him, but unexpectedly he made him even more angry. He didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head and walk forward.
Fang Lingyan immediately regained her smile and said anxiously: "Yanlang, wait for me, I don't know the road."
"Hurry up, how can we find Junior Sister Jinyi like you?" Feng Yanlang didn't notice that Fang Lingyan had already called himself Yanlang.
"I'm thirsty and want to drink water." Fang Lingyan acted coquettishly at the wrong time.
"Women are really troublesome." Feng Yanlang muttered.
Fang Lingyan was offended now. She didn't like it when others looked down on women. "You...you actually think I'm a burden, huh...don't think that I can't find Junior Sister Jinyi without being with you."
"I didn't invite you here either." Feng Yanlang was also unforgiving.
Fang Lingyan was angry and resentful, and simply refused to leave. Unexpectedly, Feng Yanlang looked back and continued walking forward. By the time Fang Lingyan caught up, no one was in sight.
Feng Yanlang and Fang Lingyan separated after a quarrel. Although he felt regretful in his heart, he just walked forward because of his masculine appearance. When he looked back, Fang Lingyan had disappeared. At that moment, he felt very regretful and walked into a restaurant unconsciously. , I realized that I was also thirsty. I really shouldn’t have said that to Fang Lingyan just now. In the meantime, I saw a girl in purple clothes lying on the ground in ragged clothes, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and several fierce men were kicking her fiercely. Holding her. Feng Yanlang went over to take a look, and after hearing the man's scolding words, he realized that the woman had stolen a plate of leftovers from a table of guests in the restaurant and ate it. He thought to himself that this woman was really pitiful. After a closer look, he felt that the girl was just He was fifteen or sixteen years old and had a pleasant appearance. He felt compassion for her, so he walked forward and shouted "Stop". The men were surprised and said, "Hey, who dares to meddle in other people's business if they don't care about their lives?"
Feng Yanlang didn't answer, and walked forward without even looking.
"Hey, where did you come from, didn't you hear me?"
"Huh," Feng Yanlang answered with his nostrils and walked straight towards the girl.
The leader grunted, and the boys started to greet Feng Yanlang with their fists and kicks.
Feng Yanlang attacked from left and right, knocking the boys to the ground with just one move. The leader was so frightened that the swinger led a group of people to run away with their heads in their hands.
Suddenly, a black figure rushed down from upstairs and said: "Boy, your skills are good. Tell me your name, I will let you die a little easier."
Feng Yanlang looked at the man standing in front of him and saw that his skin was as white as milk, which was in extreme contrast with the black robe he was wearing. Could it be that the melodious voice just now came from him? He couldn't help but shrink his body subconsciously.
"I will not change my name in office, nor my surname in office, Feng Yanlang." In order to be brave, Feng Yanlang said loudly.
"Oh? Mr. Feng, the head of the Songshan Sect, that's really disrespectful." There was no disrespect in the voice.
Feng Yanlang was startled, how did this person know my identity?
The man seemed to have read through Feng Yanlang's thoughts, "If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be so surprised." His expression was full of pride.
"Who are you?"
"There is nothing in the world that I don't know." The man seemed to be answering Feng Yanlang's previous question.
Feng Yanlang suddenly had an idea, "Know-it-all?" It was said that this man was nearly seventy years old, but he looked to be no more than thirty. He was wearing a black robe, and his skin was as fair as breasts...
"Haha... how about it, do you regret it?"
"You should be the one regretting it." After saying this, Feng Yanlang started to become alert.
Sure enough, Wan Shitong rolled his eyes upwards and struck Feng Yanlang with his right palm like lightning and thunder.
Feng Yanlang was prepared, but he didn't know the details of Wan Shitong yet, so he could only avoid the palm sideways. However, he saw that this palm was close to his left chest, and he felt that the blood in his body was moving with the wind of the palm. Feng Yanlang couldn't help but be shocked. Such strange martial arts was really unheard of.
Wan Shitong's left palm turned into a horizontal sword. Feng Yanlang felt a surge of blood in his blood vessels. He did not dare to activate his true energy, so he had to turn twice to avoid his neck.
Wan Shitong sent out his right palm and hit Feng Yanlang's right chest. Feng Yanlang retreated sharply. When he was near the base of the wall, he kicked off the wall with his left foot and flew up, flipping over Wan Shitong's head. Wan Shitong suddenly turned around and struck out nine palms with lightning speed.
The face of the woman in purple clothes changed slightly, and her figure seemed to shake for a moment but then she immediately returned to calmness.
Hearing Wan Shitong burst out laughing, Feng Yanlang looked back and saw nine more transparent holes on the pillar behind him. He thought to himself that he would definitely not be able to avoid death if he was exposed to this.
"What does Master Wanzhuang mean by this?" Feng Yanlang was not a person who was afraid of death after all, so he asked directly.
"Haha... I just want to ask Mr. Feng for advice, I have no other intention."
"Thanks to Master Wan Shitong, since I have given you my advice, I will take my leave first." Feng Yanlang knew that Wan Shitong had not used all his strength, and he heard that Master Wan Shitong of Jimu Villa was familiar with every sect in the world and even the affairs of all famous figures, and had a eccentric personality. , specializes in looking for people to cause trouble, as long as it is convenient for him, if not, he will be manipulated by him, some will be ruined, and some will disappear from the world. Kuangjimu Villa has hands and eyes, and is strong. Because of his fame for more than 30 years, no one dared to mess with him. Feng Yanlang had no intention of continuing to entangle with him, so he turned around and wanted to get away.
"Master Feng, I said I wanted to ask for advice, but I only asked for advice once. I have to ask you to accept it the second time!" Wan Shitong sneered.
Feng Yanlang knew that he was deliberately provoking, and he felt bad, but he didn't want to lose the first advantage, so he had to turn around.
Wan Shitong said loudly: "Let's change places this second time. This restaurant can't help but fight." Before the sound was heard, the man had already rushed out ten feet away.
Feng Yanlang had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow him. If he tried to escape, not only would his own life be in danger, but the restaurant might also be in trouble.
The purple-robed woman suddenly stood up and followed Feng Yanlang from a distance of seven feet.
The two of them arrived at an open space in the north of the city. Wan Shitong stopped and asked Feng Yanlang, "Boy, is your father really Feng Ji?"
Feng Yanlang couldn't help but be stunned. Didn't he know this earlier?
"How old are you this year?" Wan Shitong asked impatiently.
"What?..." Feng Yanlang couldn't believe that this was asked by Master Wan Shitong, the owner of Jimu Villa.
"Answer whatever I ask you. I will find out if you don't tell me."
"You can check it yourself if you can." Feng Yanlang felt that his words were particularly arrogant.
"Good boy, just like your mother."
"What...my mother? Do you know my mother?" Feng Yanlang was caught off guard by the question, and his psychological defense suddenly collapsed.
"Tell me, have you met your mother?"
Feng Yanlang remembered sixteen years ago. At that time, he was four years old and had just remembered things. He vaguely remembered that his parents often quarreled. After another quarrel between his father and his mother, his mother left alone. His father took him to chase him, but he didn't expect that he was halfway there. They met many black-robed killers who wanted to kill their father. At the most critical moment, their mother died tragically, saving the lives of both father and son. He has always blamed his father for not quarreling with his mother, so that her mother would not die. Over the years, he has been brooding, thinking that his father was sorry for his mother, so his relationship with Feng Ji and his son has not been very good. Thinking of this, Feng Yanlang suddenly remembered that the man in black robe was dressed the same as the know-it-all, wasn't it?
"Did you kill my mother?" Feng Yanlang suddenly became violent and stabbed Wan Shitong with his sword.
Wanshitong could barely avoid it, "Xiaolou is my daughter, how could I let it go?" But he couldn't hide the guilt in his eyes.
Feng Yanlang clearly remembered that Xiaolou was his mother's nickname. Of all the information about his mother, this was the only thing he remembered most clearly. "You are...what did you say? Are you my grandfather?"
"Yes, I am your grandpa. Your mother's name is Wan Louming, we all call her Xiaolou. She is my only daughter. She has been the apple of my eye since she was a child, but..."
"But you killed her, you devil." Feng Yanlang suddenly remembered that the person who killed his mother might be someone from Jimu Villa. So who was the instigator if he wasn't a know-it-all? Seeing the mutual killings within the Five Sacred Mountains, he had downplayed family ties a lot. With hatred, his sword swings became more and more rapid, and his tactics became a bit messy.
Wan Shitong just avoided and did not fight back, but he shouted: "Lang'er, don't get excited, listen to what I have to say, at that time..."
"Okay, tell me, how can you clear yourself of the crime?" Feng Yanlang suddenly threw down his sword and stuck it in the soil.
