Chapter 223 One of the Ten Great National Scholars
There is a kind of madness.
Not afraid of the sky falling apart, not afraid of the mountains and rivers changing color, and not afraid of being oppressed by the strong.
This is courage, which cannot be learned or understood. It is born with courage. Sima Zhantian is such a person. He even dared to lift people up to show them in front of them.
"Zhan Tian, let him go."
Sima Zhantian, who originally had a fierce look on his face and was ready to fight to the death, immediately surrendered like a kitten after hearing Ye Feng's words, letting him go as he was told without any ambiguity.
"Grandpa, you have to make the decision for us."
"This group of bad guys come to ask my father to give up his martial arts. If he doesn't listen, he will massacre our entire Feng family. They are all a bunch of bastards. Beat them to death!"
A girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty appearance, ran over and squatted beside Feng Yansong, sobbing bitterly. Her words were filled with hatred.
"My Feng family has been established for more than thirty years. I consider my younger brother to be a decent family member. I wonder who my little brother is and why he is here to seek revenge?"
The one-armed old man turned around.
This is an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, with a round, pointed face, a thin and gaunt face, and a big bald head on his head.
"Senior, is Feng Zhen?"
Ye Feng did not answer, but asked the old man's name. In fact, after Feng Yansong used the Fengquan style, he had a guess in his mind.
Feng Zhen, as soon as the name came out, the air became eerily quiet.
That was when the people on Ye Feng's side became quiet. Even Sima Zhantian, who was still arrogant just now, lowered his head at this moment.
"I am indeed Feng Zhen."
The old man took a deep look at Ye Feng, his expression full of doubts. He had lived in seclusion for so many years, but he didn't expect to be recognized.
"Ye Feng, the King of the North, pays homage to Senior Feng Zhen."
"Xiao Chuanqiang, commander of the First Army in the North, pays homage to Senior Feng Zhen."
"Sima Zhantian, commander of the Fourth Army in the North, pays homage to Senior Feng Zhen. I have just contradicted you. I hope you will forgive me."
…
Four in a row, all expressed their most sincere respect to the old man in front of them.
Senseless!
At this moment, the Feng family was confused. Isn't this just asking for trouble? Why did the attitude change so quickly? Is the old man's reputation so great?
Not only everyone in the Feng family was confused, but Feng Zhen was even more confused. The King of the North, the commander of the First Army of the North, what kind of fucking lineup are these? How could the majestic King of the North come to a small town in the East?
Already?
Wind Fist Ryukyu Master, Feng Zhen.
In the last century, Xuanyuan Country was a well-known figure, and he was also a great martial arts master. This alone was certainly not enough to make Ye Feng respect him. In fact, it was not just Ye Feng, but those who still remember Feng Zhen’s name.
They will give him enough respect.
Because Feng Zhen was one of the top ten scholars of Xuanyuan Kingdom.
In the last century, the land of Yanhuang experienced more than half a hundred years of war, and the people's lives were in dire straits and miserable. In that war-torn era, batches of people with lofty ideals were born. It is precisely because of their dedication and sacrifice that one after another,
Only in exchange for the birth of Xuanyuan Kingdom.
After the Xuanyuan Kingdom was established, ten generals with outstanding military exploits were selected, but at the same time, ten people were also selected and awarded the National Medal.
Each of these ten people had participated in no fewer than dozens of wars, and their military merits were sufficient to serve as generals. However, they knew that their cultural level was limited. After the founding of the country, they quietly left the stage and were not even allowed to make the matter public.
Among the top ten national warriors, Feng Zhen ranks third (the ranking is only based on the number of wars he has participated in).
Before Ye Feng became the King of the North, he had admired the ten generals and the ten national warriors for a long time. How could he be unfamiliar with their portraits? Therefore, when he saw this face, the answer in his mind was already close to ten.
Already.
But Ye Feng didn't understand, didn't Feng Zhen die during the whirlwind beheading operation in the East twenty years ago?
"Isn't the King of the North Ning Wuya?"
Feng Zhen looked as usual, then asked about the doubts in his heart.
Uh! One by one
Now it was Ye Feng's turn to be silent. He sighed and said, "My master has accumulated a lot of illnesses due to years of fighting and has been dead for many years."
Feng Zhen's eyes darkened when he heard that. He paused and sighed: "Alas! After all, time is merciless. Compared with General Ning, I am nothing more than a national scholar."
"It's a pity that Xuanyuan Kingdom, since the Ten Great Generals, has refused to add any more portraits for future generations."
Since ancient times, it is easy to conquer a country, but more difficult to defend it.
Feng Zhen is someone who has been here before, and he knows what kind of difficulties Xuanyuan has gone through since its founding to get where it is today.
Everything depends on the human heart.
"When my master was still alive, he often told me about the ten national warriors. He said that you are the real heroes. I only wish I could have a drink with you."
Ye Feng didn't want to comment too much on this matter, so he cleverly changed the subject.
"Song'er, what's going on?"
Feng Zhen didn't even look at Feng Yansong's injuries, and changed his expression and asked sternly.
"Grandpa, they bullied people too much."
Feng Qingwu pointed at Ye Feng and the others, her lips still pouting angrily.
"Qingwu shut up!"
"If you dare to bend the truth even a little bit, I will treat you as my son."
Feng Zhen didn't ask Ye Feng. The position of the King of the North was a kind of trust for him, and he could even be entrusted with his life.
Among the ten great national warriors, there are four from the Northern Territory, and Feng Zhen is one of them, so his feelings for the King of the Northern Territory are also deeper.
It's a pity that not all of the top ten national warriors have Kung Fu foundation like Feng Zhen. The remaining nine either died for the country or have died of illness long ago.
Of course, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ye Feng would still have thought that Feng Zhen had died twenty years ago.
Feng Yansong told everything in detail.
"The traitor!"
"How did I teach you that you must not bully men and women or do evil things? I have only been in seclusion for less than two years, and you dare to openly order people to kick out other people's restaurants. Do you want to make me angry to death?
"
Feng Zhen slapped Feng Yansong on the face, which was very cruel. The latter's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Grandpa, why do you still speak for outsiders?"
Feng Qingwu's eyes were watery, and her face looked stubborn and unbearable.
"outsider?"
"Do you know who he is? He is the King of the North; do you know that this resounding name carries so many things that you cannot see? It is glory, but it is also accumulated with blood and pain.
Glory; do you know that the young man in front of you, who is less than ten years older than you, has made contributions to Xuanyuan Kingdom that you will never be able to achieve even if you spend your entire life?"
Feng Zhen asked several questions in a row whether he knew or not, and Feng Qingwu's face turned pale. She wanted to refute but didn't know what to say, because she really didn't know anything.
However, after Hong Qingyan listened to Feng Zhen's words, her heart kept trembling. She knew that Ye Feng was the King of the North, but after all, the title of King of the North meant nothing to her.
So strange!
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, my family's misfortune has made you laugh."
"Kill or behead, it's up to you."
After saying that, Feng Zhen made way and ignored the pleading looks of everyone in the Feng family.
"Do you still want the position of leader of the Dongyun City Martial Alliance?"
Ye Feng asked Feng Yansong.
"In no mood."
"Hahahaha, Lord Ye, you are too underestimated by Feng. How can I take the position of leader of the Dongyun City Martial Alliance in my eyes? What I want is Li Tiegang's position."
Anyway, when death was imminent, Feng Yansong did not hesitate to expose his ambitions.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Afraid!"
"Don't use it if you're afraid. My father won't care about me anymore and I'll be dead."
Feng Yansong spat out a mouthful of blood, which was struck by the wind.
"You are very ambitious, and you are also brave and responsible."
"Feng Yansong, I can give you a chance. As long as you can help Li Tiegang secure his position as the leader of the Eastern Border Martial Alliance, come to the Imperial Capital and follow me in two years. I will give you a broader world when I introduce you."
Ye Feng said seriously.
"Why would your lord do this for me?"
Feng Zhen turned his head. How could he not know that the king of the north has always been ruthless in his killings and would not leave any worries behind?
"Senior has paid so much for Xuanyuan Kingdom and has never asked for anything. I, Ye Feng, am the King of the North, but I am also a human being. This little thing is nothing."
Ye Feng waved his hand, indicating to Feng Zhen that he didn't need to continue talking.
Ye Feng didn't know how to evaluate this old man who persuaded him to kill his son.
"Prince Ye really did show mercy for my father's sake."
"I, Feng Yansong, have lived for so many years. I don't seek fame to surpass my father, but the son of a hero must not become a bear. I will take this path you gave me, but I also ask Lord Ye not to forget what I said today."
"In two years, I will go to the Imperial Capital."
The latter sentence also expresses Feng Yansong's inner confidence. In fact, his hands were only broken and could be recovered.
"Hmph! Your Majesty's words are always true. You'd better remember what you said today. If you dare to do anything wrong, I, Sima Zhantian, will come and mess with you."
Sima Zhantian made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Wait!"
"Sima Zhantian, two years later I will go to the north to challenge you for a duel. If I lose, I will kneel down and be your dog to ride on. If I win, I will call me daddy."
Feng Yansong said a word and entered the Feng family compound without looking back.
"Your Majesty, now that it's over, we can turn our hostility into friendship from now on."
"Why don't you come to my Feng's house for a night, have a drink and chat with my old man?"
Before Ye Feng could say goodbye, Feng Zhen spoke first.
“What I wish for!”
Ye Feng smiled.
It's really a turn of events, it's really time to be a guest at Feng's house, but this guest is no longer the original murderer.
Being able to drink and chat with the last living national scholar reduced one of the regrets in life, and it’s an endless aftertaste!
"Senior, weren't you dead twenty years ago?"
The two of them quickly walked together. Ye Feng asked, and the three people behind him all pricked up their ears.
"Of course I'm not dead. How could you see me if I was dead? I guess someone deliberately hid it for me."
"In that operation twenty years ago, I temporarily broke through King Wu and defeated my opponent, but my left arm was chopped off by Asanobayashi, a ronin who came later. Although I escaped by luck, I don't want to mention such embarrassing things.
That’s fine.”
"After I broke my arm, I came back here and stopped caring about worldly affairs from then on."
Uh! One by one
The ronin who died in his own hands was named Asano Lin, was it him?
