Passing through the front hall, Su Yang followed Gongsun Jing to the backyard of Fengyun Inn.
Along the way, Fengyun Inn was extremely quiet, with no one around. Although the small courtyard in front of you was not very luxurious, it was extremely elegant.
Although it was already night, there were no stars or moon in the sky, the clouds were light and the wind was high, but windproof lanterns as thick as arms were placed at the four corners of the small courtyard, illuminating the courtyard brightly.
In the center of the small courtyard was an Eight Immortals table with several exquisite pastries placed on it. There was no one serving around it, not even a guard. The courtyard seemed empty.
Gongsun Jing walked to the table and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the young master to come so early. Please sit down for a moment while I go down and order a banquet, and then come and have a drink with the young master."
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Mr. Gongsun, please excuse me." Su Yang retaliated with his fist and sat down at the table carelessly.
It wasn't until Gongsun Jing turned around and left the yard that Su Yang let out a light breath, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
From the outside of the inn to the backyard, the short distance of more than thirty meters seemed peaceful, but in fact it was dangerous and lurking. Not to mention Gongsun Jing, a great master, Su Yang felt at least twenty-six rays of murderous intent along the way.
.
Yes, murderous.
Under the coercion of the strong murderous intent, Su Yang gradually realized what it meant: the power of the spirit.
This is a unique martial arts feature in the ancient dragon world. It sounds very mysterious. If it is expressed in words, it can be said that "spiritual power" is a combination of senses, mood, confidence, belief, etc. and a series of relatively idealistic combinations.
This ability does not directly bring combat effectiveness, nor is it a profound internal skill, but it can greatly improve martial arts, and sometimes it is even mysterious and unexplainable.
In Jin Yong's novels, as long as you learn powerful martial arts, you must be a master, such as Nine Yang Magic, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Yi Jin Jing and other martial arts. Everyone who has learned martial arts is a top master or even the protagonist.
But the world of ancient dragons is different. It's the same little Li flying daggers, with the same mentality and the same moves. For several generations of the Li family, only Li Xunhuan's flying daggers are invincible, while Li Xunhuan's son Li Manqing can only be a first-rate master in the world.
In the world of ancient dragons, many magical kung fu skills require spiritual power to exert great power. For example, Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi finger, a simple two fingers, can clamp any weapon in the world. Another example is Fu Hongxue's sword, which is considered
It is a "magic sword cursed by God", and someone will definitely die if it is used. This is completely unreasonable.
Although he didn't know martial arts, after gaining spiritual power, Su Yang actually developed an inexplicable self-confidence. He even felt a little eager to try when touching the green steel sword, confident that he had the ability to compete with ordinary people in the world.
Gongsun Jing quickly returned to the courtyard and took a seat. Immediately afterwards, the small courtyard suddenly became lively. A row of maids seemed to have descended from the sky, bringing various exquisite dishes and fresh seasonal vegetables to the table at low prices.
After a while, the dishes were served, and all the maids disappeared. Gongsun Jing stood up and poured a glass of wine for Su Yang, and said with a smile: "How can there be food without wine? This wine is barely drinkable. Mr. Su, please."
Su Yang put the wine glass to his mouth, touched his lips a little, and his brows suddenly jumped, and the mechanized voice sounded in his heart again:
"
Drink Fenjiu once every thirty years to unlock drinking skills.
Remarks: The sun and moon are long in the pot, and there is heaven and earth in the cup. I look at the vicissitudes of life with drunken eyes, but I only have a dream.
"
When Gongsun Jing saw that Su Yang stopped drinking, he asked, "What, if this wine cannot enter your mouth? I will have it replaced."
Su Yang reacted immediately, clapped his hands and laughed: "If Fenjiu that has been brewed for thirty years can only be barely tolerated, then there will be no more drinkable wine in the world."
Gongsun Jing nodded and said with a smile: "There are rumors in the world that Mr. Su has three talents: wine, women, and swords. This wine ranks first, and it is indeed well-deserved."
Su Yang's heart trembled: You bastard, you are trying me again! But on the surface, he remained calm and laughed at himself: "Young Master Sanming, he is just a friend from the world who is embarrassed to accuse me of being greedy and lustful in person. It's just Mr. Gongsun who harmed me.
Ah, I drank sir’s wine today, I’m afraid I won’t want to drink those bad wines that are like swill in the future.”
Gongsun Jing's eyes swept across Su Yang's face, and he said with deep meaning: "If this deal is completed today, if the master is willing, he can use this kind of wine to bathe in the future."
When talking about business, Su Yang suddenly realized that he might soon face a second life-or-death test!
When I come here today, Qinglong will actually have a priceless item for sale. After everyone arrives, the people who come will start to bid! It is a cash transaction, real money, if you can't get the money by then
, or something of sufficient weight, it is tantamount to playing tricks on the Blue Dragon Society.
There may be people in the world who can play tricks on, or even challenge the Qinglong Society and still survive, but Su Yang believes that they definitely don't include him. At least he doesn't have the strength yet.
After a period of "getting into the drama" and reminiscing, Su Yang had recalled part of the plot of the Eternal Sword intermittently. Su Yang rolled his eyes and thought of a way to try.
After drinking a glass of wine, Su Yang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not easy to do this as a business. Fortunately, I don't have a headache, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to get in through the door of Fengyun Inn."
"Headache?" Gongsun Jing asked in confusion.
Su Yang rubbed his head and said: "This year, for some reason, headaches have suddenly become popular in the world, especially among those who have received invitations from your gang, so several friends who are coming soon have changed careers.
I have a doctor who specializes in treating headaches."
Gongsun Jing asked: "Oh? Then why doesn't Young Master Su have a headache?"
Su Yang smiled and said: "Fortunately, besides being greedy and lustful, I also learned a few unskilled swordsmanship, so my head will not hurt easily."
Su Yang's words sounded illogical and inexplicable, but Gongsun Jing did not refute, but thought for a moment, smiled with understanding, and asked: "How can I cure this headache?"
"It's simple to say, if you do it, Mr. Gongsun, you may have better medical skills than those friends." Su Yang drank another drink, shook his head and said: "The reason for this, I can't talk about it, I'd better wait for those friends
Let my friends speak for themselves."
Gongsun Jing looked outside the wall and sneered: "No one will have a headache at the Qinglong Club. Unless the young master drinks too much."
Su Yang smiled and said, "If you die from a headache due to drinking too much, I wouldn't mind."
The two drank together for a while. Gongsun Jing suddenly turned around, raised his glass, smiled at a big banyan tree outside the courtyard, and said, "I've heard for a long time that Master Miao has the power of rivers and seas. Now that he's here, why haven't you come down yet?"
Let’s have a drink together?”
In the thick shade of the banyan tree, a burst of strange laughter like a night owl suddenly sounded. A human figure shot down like an arrow and landed on the ground, but it was as light as four taels of cotton and made no sound.
This man has a broad nose and a head full of red hair, but he wears three gold rings in his earlobes. He has fallen down, and the gold rings are still jingling. He is the leader of the Red Hair Gang.
The master of the nine red-haired men, the "Fire God" Miao Shaotian.
Miao Shaotian laughed like an owl in the night, and laughed loudly: "He is indeed the number one figure in the Qinglong Club. He has such a brilliant move."
Suddenly I heard the sound of horse hoofbeats, galloping towards me like heavy raindrops.
Miao Shaotian frowned with his thick, flaming eyebrows and said, "Little Zhang San is here too. He's really not slow in coming."
The sound of horse hoofbeats suddenly stopped, and a person laughed loudly: "Who in the world dares to be late for the appointment of the Qinglong Club?"
Amidst the loud laughter, a man has entered over the wall. He is dressed in a snow-white uniform. He specially opens his clothes to reveal a solid and strong chest, but it is whiter than the clothes.
Miao Shaotian raised his thumb and laughed loudly: "What a white horse little Zhang San. I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are getting younger and younger and more beautiful!"
Zhang San shook his head and said: "In terms of beauty, how can I compare to Young Master Su?"
Miao Shaotian frowned and looked at Su Yang, asking: "Quick Sword Xiao Su?"
Su Yang nodded and raised his glass: "I'm the one who looks like an ordinary ruthless person, but being greedy is my strong point, so I'll pay my respects to the three of you first."
Miao Shaotian frowned again and said, "Three people?"
Before he finished speaking, a person had already fallen into the courtyard.
But Su Yang felt that the first thing he saw was not this person, but a sharp and sharp knife.
The sharp sword, without the scabbard, was inserted into the man's waist. It seemed that the sword had a kind of magic power, attracting more attention than the man. This man was also famous because of this sword.
The white horse Zhang San provoked: "Xiao Su is a fast sword, and Zhao Yida is Taihang, but I don't know whether it is the sword that is faster or the sword that is faster?"
People in the rivers and lakes fight for life and death for nothing more than fighting for fame and fortune. Fame comes before profit. When Zhao Yidao heard this, he immediately looked at Su Yang with an unkind expression.
Strictly speaking, he was looking at the sword casually stuck on Su Yang's waist.
Gongsun Jing's eyes were sharper than a knife, and he scratched their faces one by one, and said slowly: "The Qinglong Society sent out thirteen invitations, but only four of them came tonight. Could it be that there are nine more people who don't know how to do it?"
coming?"
Miao Shaotian smiled ferociously and said: "As well as those nine guests, at least three of them will not come."
Zhao Yidao said: "They are six."
Miao Shaotian said: "I was responsible for the Qingzhu Gang, the Iron Ring Gate and the people from the Li family in Taiyuan."
Baima Zhang continued: "The two seniors from Wanzhu Villa and Feiyutang, I'm afraid they won't be able to come either."
Zhao Yidao said: "Three friends from the Twelve Links of Links, the Yangtze River Waterway, and Chenzhou Yanjiaquan suddenly got a strange disease on the way and had a splitting headache, so..."
Gongsun Jinghan said: "So their heads no longer hurt?"
Zhao Yidao said: "A person without a head will certainly not have a headache."
White Horse Zhang San glanced at Su Yang, then laughed and said: "What a great idea, it's really fun, especially with a sharp knife like Brother Zhao, it's even more fun."
Zhao Yidao asked: "Everyone who should come must have arrived, but I don't know where the goods from the Qinglong Society are?"
