Cheng Wei gently knocked on the door of Wang Qiong's bedroom.
Years of experience told him that this level of noise was enough to wake up his master.
"Who is it?" Sure enough, not long after, Wang Qiong's half-asleep voice came from the room.
"Master, it's me..." Cheng Wei responded, paused for half a second, and then said, "There are guests in the courtyard who want to see me."
"Ah?" Wang Qiong turned over and glanced out the window. The sky was completely dark, "What time is it now?"
"Back to the owner of the village...Yinshi." Cheng Wei replied.
When ordinary people hear this, they may immediately shout something like, "You are sick, why are you seeing guests at four in the morning?"
But Wang Qiong's reaction was different and he woke up instantly.
Wang Qiong knew Cheng Wei very well and how strict the defensive measures were to protect him. Therefore, when he heard the answer "Yinshi", the word "in the courtyard" that Cheng Wei had specially mentioned in his previous sentence meant that
It seems a bit serious.
Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are only a handful of people who can come to the courtyard where Wang Qiong is at this time. What is even more strange is that Cheng Wei, one of the guards, actually informed him? Is this
what's the situation?
"Well..." Wang Qiong groaned. He thought about many things during this breath, and then he said, "Let them come in."
"This..." Cheng Wei hesitated, "Go directly into your house?"
When he asked this question, Wang Qiong in the room had already moved the kang table next to the bed to the bed, and lit the oil lamp on the table with a fire stick.
"Ah, yes, you can come in as well." Wang Qiong replied as he tossed the fire extinguisher.
Seeing that the lights in the room were already on, Cheng Wei said nothing more. After replying "Yes", he turned around and led the two "guests" to the front of the house.
Not long after, Cheng Wei opened the door and came in; behind him, a man and a woman followed.
"Master of the village." After Cheng Wei entered the house, he respectfully said to Wang Qiong, "Bring the guests here."
"These two are..." Wang Qiong looked at Brother Jue and Ruoyu and asked.
"Easy to say." Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and grabbed the topic. He clasped his fists and raised his hands to Wang Qiong nonchalantly, and said, "I am the master of Pojian Tea House, Feng Bujue." He turned to Ruoyu again.
He raised his hand and said, "This is my junior sister Li Ruoyu."
He didn't call Ruoyu "Mrs." this time, not because he didn't want to, but because Ruoyu had told him beforehand not to take advantage of such a "slightly childish" thing.
"Broken Sword Tea House?" Wang Qiong's reaction after hearing these four words was beyond Brother Jue's expectations. "Broken Sword Tea House... Broken Sword Tea House..." He whispered repeatedly.
These four words revealed a contemplative look. After more than a minute, he looked at Brother Jue and said, "Are you really Feng Bujue from the Broken Sword Tea House?"
At this moment, Brother Jue noticed something keenly. He smiled and said: "Oh~ I didn't expect that Boss Wang has heard of my name."
Wang Qiong ignored the other party's temptation and asked: "Can you prove it?"
"What kind of proof do you want?" Feng Bujue spread his hands and asked.
"It doesn't matter, you can figure it out yourself." Wang Qiong's answer was also flawless.
"Haha... ok... you are very good." Feng Bujue smiled, and the look in his eyes at Wang Qiong became meaningful.
After finishing speaking, Brother Jue raised his legs on the spot and took a step "upward".
His movements were very ordinary, like walking up a step; but... there were no steps in front of him.
But he still "went up" and used the ability of [Taxu] to stand in mid-air. Brother Jue stood one step above the ground out of thin air and floated there.
Ruoyu was not surprised by this, but Cheng Wei's expression was wonderful.
Butler Cheng's martial arts skills are not low, and he has seen many miraculous light arts, but he cannot understand the ability to "stand in the air" without any preparation.
"Hmm... It seems that you may be Feng Bujue." When Wang Qiong saw this scene, he seemed quite calm, as if he was watching some magic trick.
"Is it just 'possible', not 'certain'?" Feng Bujue answered.
"I still have to ask you a few questions to make sure." Wang Qiong said.
"You ask." Brother Jue responded simply.
"May I ask the master of Fengliao...what is Geng worth this year?" Wang Qiong said.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue almost blurted out, and he was confident.
"Don't know?" Wang Qiong repeated those three words in a questioning tone.
"I looked like this when Cangling was discussing swords; I looked like this when we were dueling on the top of the Forbidden City; and later when we went sightseeing in the Burial Heart Valley, I still looked like this..." Feng Bujue didn't think so.
Wit, he has already understood that age is not the key point that the other party wants to test, the key point is this information, "If you want to ask me how old I am, I can only tell you... I have lived too long to remember."
"Hmm..." Wang Qiong nodded, "That makes sense." He paused, "But I still can't completely confirm your identity."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue asked curiously, "Isn't this enough?"
"Not enough." Wang Qiong replied, "It is possible that you are Feng Bujue himself, but it is also possible that you are just a person who is very good at Qinggong and, like me... has read the 'Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts'."
The "Secret Record of Forbidden Martial Arts" he refers to is a top-secret book and one of the "Three Forbidden Scrolls".
It is said that these three volumes are hidden deep in the palace, and only the emperor has the right to read them; anyone else who dares to break the seal will be punished by being executed.
Since the secrets recorded in the other two "Forbidden Scrolls" have nothing to do with this article, they are not listed here; here we only say that the "Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts" was written in the "late Ming Dynasty" of the universe. In that year, it was
The mythical martial arts leader "Yuan Qi" died of illness. In order to compete for the martial arts skills he left behind and the position of leader, a catastrophic battle broke out in the martial arts world. The result of this battle was... the powerful martial arts leaders
After the fight was depleted, the imperial court saw the opportunity to intervene, and the fishermen benefited, wiping out all the forces without leaving a trace (traditional powerful sects such as Shaolin and Wudang had all been destroyed at that time, and among the old gangs, only the Beggars Gang remained.
Leave a little incense), the few remaining gangs can only survive if they accept the "Incorporation Zhaoan".
It was that year that the "jianghu" of this world became existential in name only.
The nature of "Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts" is like an epitaph written for that "Jianghu"; most of the information in this book was provided by the undercover agents of the imperial court's intelligence agency who had infiltrated into various sects.
It records many unknown anecdotes and secrets.
The matters of "Broken Sword Tea House" and "Feng Bujue" are naturally mentioned in the book, of course... As a book written from the standpoint of the imperial court, they discussed the matter of Cangling's sword and Heart Burial Valley.
They were not that concerned. Instead, their focus was on the incident of Brother Jue fighting with a beautiful woman in the Forbidden City...
Back to business.
Wang Qiong has obviously read that book. As for why he has read it and how he has read it... these are not important.
Because he is Wang Qiong, he naturally has his own methods.
In a sense, this also explains why the emperor had to kill him as a businessman.
"This is the first time I've heard of the book you mentioned." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue spoke again, "But I can roughly guess what's written in it..." He shrugged, "Anyway... that's not it.
It’s important, I still have many ways to prove my identity.”
As he spoke, Brother Jue raised one hand slightly and put his two fingers together to create a black light card out of thin air at his fingertips.
"This...isn't it Qinggong?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.
Wang Qiong stared at the card for a few seconds: "This...is it useful?"
"There are many ways to use it." Brother Jue replied calmly, "The simplest and most direct way to use it... is to throw it out."
"What can I do if I throw it out?" Wang Qiong asked.
"It can hurt people." Feng Bujue said.
"How much can it hurt?" Wang Qiong asked again.
"At least I can make your dear brother Liang Shang half disabled." When Feng Bujue replied, he still had a smile on his face.
But Wang Qiong's expression changed a little: "Well..." He thought for a few more seconds and finally made a final judgment, "It seems that you really are Feng Bujue."
Boss Wang no longer needs Brother Jue to provide further proof. When the other party noticed the existence of the "man on the beam", everything was explained.
The man hiding on the rafter is named Cheng Yong, and he is Cheng Wei's younger brother.
As mentioned before, Wang Qiong has two personal guards, one is Cheng Wei who also serves as the housekeeper, and the other... is Cheng Yong.
Compared with his brother, Cheng Yong is far behind in terms of scheming, conversation and etiquette; but there is only one thing, Cheng Yong is more talented in martial arts than Cheng Wei.
Cheng Yong's martial arts is very high, so high that even Wang Qiong can feel "at ease".
No one knows what kind of kung fu he practices, and no one knows how powerful he is. People only know that once Cheng Yong takes action... the opponent will die.
In fact, he didn't have many opportunities to take action. The only few times he faced off against were all top-notch masters in the world or the imperial court. Only such top-notch masters had the ability and opportunity to come in front of Wang Qiong.
However, none of these people have survived five moves in Cheng Yong's hands.
If Cheng Wei is Wang Qiong's arm, then Cheng Yong is Wang Qiong's shadow; nothing is more reliable than his shadow, because he is always by his master's side.
There were even a few times when Wang Qiong was assassinated on the bed, but was saved by Cheng Yong...
After seeing this, you must have understood why Wang Qiong dared to talk face to face with so many martial arts masters at close range, but he was not afraid of sudden cold arrows or sneak attacks by the other party.
"So..." Wang Qiong paused for half a second and then asked, "The legendary feudal lord... came to see me, Wang, late at night. Why?"
"Boss Wang is a businessman." Feng Bujue said, "I'm looking for you, naturally, to discuss business." As he spoke, he walked forward and sat down on the edge of the kang nonchalantly, "As for why
There was nothing I could do about choosing to come at this time..." He explained unhurriedly, "During the day, there were some 'situations' in the town, which made it inconvenient for me to enter the town; fortunately... more than an hour ago, that
This 'inconvenience' no longer exists."
"Then from more than an hour ago to now..." Wang Qiong didn't care much about Brother Jue's behavior of getting on the kang, and calmly took over the conversation and said, "...you and your junior sister did some more
what?"
"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled, "We went to find a man, asked him some questions, then cut off his head and brought it to you." After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again.
, added, "Oh, of course, before entering your yard, we also stunned the guards around your house, and after entering, we had a few words with Butler Cheng."
"Oh..." Wang Qiong nodded, "By the way, I haven't asked yet..." He suddenly looked at Cheng Wei, "Old Cheng, what kind of wind is blowing today? How could you obediently help them pass on the message?
What about?"
Cheng Wei did not answer this question. The person who responded to Wang Qiong was Ruo Yu.
"Because he lost." She said in a cold tone.
"He started fighting with you?" Wang Qiong asked.
"No." Ruoyu replied.
"Then how did he lose?" Wang Qiong asked again.
Before he finished speaking, Ruoyu raised his right hand slightly and grasped the hilt of the sword.
At that moment, her eyes moved, and the fierce murderous aura instantly filled the whole room.
That murderous aura was like a pair of invisible hands, just strangling the throats of everyone in the room. Even Brother Jue felt the oppressive feeling that made people breathless.
It was too late to say that, but it was too soon. As soon as Ruoyu's murderous intent arose, he saw a black shadow scuttling down from the beam.
The shadow was as fast as a startling giant and as powerful as thunder. In the blink of an eye, it had reached Ruoyu, and his hands had already grasped the weapon.
Then, his movements stopped.
It wasn't a slight pause, but a complete freeze.
A large drop of cold sweat dripped from Cheng Yong's forehead, slid to the bridge of his nose, and split into two.
He stood there, eyes widened, looking at the female swordsman in front of him.
Her appearance looks like she is only in her early twenties, and her extraordinary temperament and beauty are unforgettable at a glance.
But at this moment, these visible appearances have been covered up by the solemn sword intention, and have become something that can be ignored.
Ruoyu's hand didn't move, and the sword was still in the scabbard.
But from Cheng Yong's perspective, the opponent's sword was already at his throat.
He didn't move because he couldn't move.
His hands, his feet, his torso, even his fingers, eyelids... couldn't move.
If he moves even once, he will be killed.
This is what Cheng Yong felt at this moment...
Silence lasted for about ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, Cheng Yong's body relaxed, and he fell to the ground like a collapsed building block, breathing heavily.
Cold sweat covered his horrified face.
At this time, Ruoyu, who had restrained her murderous intent and sword intent, walked towards the kang with steady steps.
She nonchalantly took out a human head wrapped in cloth and still bleeding from her bag, and placed it on the kang table.
When the head was put down, Ruoyu continued what he had left unfinished and replied: "That's how we lost."
