After entering the city, Feng Jueyu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the figure leaving Juechen, he could probably guess the identity of Hei Wuchang.
Zhu Yizhi's real name is Leng Shisan, because his father killed his mother and took his mother's surname. The man kept shouting "Leng Shisan has not been brought to justice yet", which was exactly what he was talking about.
Leng Youhen was so serious about pursuing his daughter. Feng Jueyu expressed that he was surprised and angry. After all, it was a father-daughter relationship. Since Zhu Yizhi had escaped from Fuyou City, why couldn't he turn a blind eye?
What about one eye?
Tiger poison does not eat its seeds.
Leng Youhen's behavior can no longer be described as excessive. It is simply inhumane and a beast.
As a personal opinion, Feng Jueyu no longer had any good impressions of Leng Youhen, and he began to believe Zhu Yizhi's experience. Walking on the streets of the ancient city, the endless flow of cars and horses did not look as lifeless as the ghosts of the dead.
Quite lively...
There is almost no difference between Fuyou City and the national city of Hongtu. Except that the ancient buildings use more totems and ghost face carvings and portraits, they are basically similar to the human race. There are constant shouting in the avenues and alleys, and everyone is rich.
Stalls with local characteristics are neatly arranged on both sides of the street. Behind the stalls, there are mostly wine shops, teahouses, inns, clothing shops, coffin shops... and other businesses with all the necessary equipment. Businessmen traveling from north to south are on the street.
Wandering around, the clothes are bright and different, which subverts Feng Jueyu's perception that the soul tribe likes to wear black clothes.
Of course, there are some wanted portraits on the walls of houses on both sides of the street. Who else could the person in the painting be Zhu Yizhi?
Seeing the wanted portrait, Feng Jueyu was even more sure that Zhu Yizhi was not lying, and his attitude towards Leng Youhen became even more shameless.
After walking around the street for two times, Feng Jueyu came to the door of a relatively large teahouse. He also carried some scattered soul stones given to him by Zhu Yizhi. This kind of soul stone has always been the most popular among the soul clan.
The currency used for people's transactions is almost the same as silver and gold.
Wine shops and tea houses are obviously the gathering places for gossip in every town. There is no better place to inquire about the news than these two places. Feng Jueyu thought about it and prepared to go to the tea house to check for rumors first.
News worth noting can be exploited.
Walking into the teahouse, there are quite a lot of people inside. The teahouse only has two floors. There are more than thirty wooden tables in the hall. At this time, there are only a few empty seats in the hall, most of which are already occupied by all kinds of practitioners. The middle one is
The stairs lead directly to the second floor. The second floor is surrounded by private rooms. There are partitions but only a bead curtain hanging. You can vaguely see that several private rooms are already there.
Naturally, it was best to sit in the hall to inquire about the information. Feng Jueyu quickly found a seat surrounded by practitioners and called out: "Servant, serve tea."
A groveling young man wearing a small hat and a long rag ran over and said with a smile on his face: "Sir, what kind of tea would you like?"
Feng Jueyu didn't know if the tea here was the same as Hongtu Dashi, so he said, "Just give me a pot of something similar."
"Yijingjian, do you think that's okay?"
Wow, it’s really different. Feng Jueyu sweated in his heart and waved his hand: “That’s it.”
While the waiter was preparing tea, the melodious tune of Hulusi played in the tea room. The player was an old man. He was sitting on the step platform in the middle of the stairs, playing with his eyes closed on a stool.
There was a pleasant-looking female accompaniment, but the hall was obviously not interested in the old man's cucurbits. He was talking about anecdotes and gossip, making the hall very lively.
"Hey, tell me where Miss Thirteen has gone. I've been looking for her for more than ten days and there's still no news."
When "Miss Thirteen" was mentioned, Feng Jueyu perked up and listened attentively without looking back.
I heard the people at the next table talking animatedly.
"Oh, Miss Thirteen is so pitiful. Except for the dead Third Young Master, there is no one who is not arrogant and domineering in the local city lord's palace. Only Miss Thirteen is kind-hearted. I have heard that she has saved several slaves before.
It’s really unfair to think that we have suffered such a tragic change.”
Another person whispered: "Oh, Miss Thirteen's fate is not good. Leng You hates that person who has a heart of stone and never cares about the feelings of his children. He is a person who only thinks about himself."
"Shh, please keep your voice down. Are you getting tired of belittling the city lord like this? Be careful that the walls have ears."
"Why, don't let anyone tell you. In order to marry a girl from Jiang's family, Leng Youhen even killed his own wife. It is simply a sin for such a person to live in this world. Although Fuyou City is a corner of the underworld, it has always been
It’s also peace, look at what Leng Youhen has done these years, what has it become?”
There were four people sitting at the table. After listening to this person's cynical words, they all nodded subconsciously. Although their words were not loud, Feng Jueyu listened attentively, even more so than others.
He couldn't control what he heard, but from this conversation, Feng Jueyu could tell that everything Zhu Yizhi said was true, at least he wasn't lying.
Just when Feng Jueyu was about to continue listening to the topics at other tables, suddenly three people walked in from the door, all wearing clean gray cloth robes. One of them seemed to be the leader of the other two people, walking at the front.
As he walked, he said: "You two listen to me for a while. Let's rest here for a while. I will take you to see Mr. Yin later and I will definitely find you a good job."
When the two people heard this, they were overjoyed and trembled one after another: "We have become brothers through hard work," "We have become brothers through hard work."
Feng Jueyu had no intention of hearing the three people talking, but even though he heard it somehow, he didn't care. He was about to hear any other valuable news when he heard the leader sigh.
He said in a tone: "Oh, what the hell is Brother Han doing? He didn't come even after making an appointment. I won't have such a good opportunity next time."
Just as he was talking, the man suddenly paused, saw Feng Jueyu, and shouted, "Brother Han, why are you here?"
Feng Jueyu didn't even realize that someone was calling him, and he was listening to the messy gossip next to him. At this time, the man walked a few steps, sat next to Feng Jueyu, and patted him on the shoulder: "Han
Brother, you can make it easy for me to find you."
Feng Jueyu was startled, turned around and said, "You... are looking for me?"
The man was also stunned for a moment, and said doubtfully: "Brother Han, you don't know, don't you remember me?"
When he said this, the other two people also walked to the table and sat down. Feng Jueyu looked at these three familiar faces and really didn't know how to answer. Could it be that this young master is so unlucky that he found someone with whom he has no relatives?
Did the guy meet an acquaintance?
Fortunately, he was alert enough and heard the previous conversation. From his memory, he knew that the man's surname was Cheng. He immediately patted his forehead and said, "Hey, look at my mind. I was so lost in thought just now that I didn't notice that Brother Cheng was here.
Han is guilty."
The cultivator surnamed Cheng laughed, patted his shoulder and said: "Nothing, nothing, I was thinking about other things, so I just said, hey, by the way, Brother Han, we didn't agree to meet in front of the city gate.
? Why are you here?"
Make an appointment? Meet in front of the city gate?
Where is this going?
Feng Jueyu's mind was filled with confusion, but he immediately realized that Young Master Han had important matters to meet with the cultivator named Cheng in Fuyou City. He rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, I just met an acquaintance on the street.
We met by chance on the street and couldn't resist, so I had to sit in the teahouse first. I didn't expect that he had left beforehand, leaving me alone. I thought about meeting Brother Cheng, so I simply took a seat and ordered some tea.
Invite Brother Cheng to come with you again."
He was making nonsense, and after he finished speaking, he shouted to the waiter: "Waiter, my friend is here, please add some more tea sets."
The waiter was walking this way with a pot of tea. When he heard Feng Jueyu shouting, he was stunned for a moment, wondering why there were three more people, and then went back to add more teacups.
Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Cheng nodded in approval and said, "Brother Han is so thoughtful. How did you know we would come to the teahouse?"
This question stumped Feng Jueyu, but he reacted quickly enough and immediately answered: "I have something important to do later, so of course I can't drink."
The three people laughed loudly, and the cultivator named Cheng did not have any doubts. He leaned on the table and said to Feng Jueyu: "Brother Han, let me tell you again what I told Brother Li and Brother Jin before.
"
Feng Jueyu said: "Brother Cheng, please give me some advice." The three of them didn't pay attention. After Feng Jueyu said these words, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
The cultivator surnamed Cheng said: "You have been waiting for a few months. The good job I told you before is actually related to the city lord's mansion. After a while, the person I will take you to meet is Lord Yin, the popular person next to Lord Mu.
, you are all in the Realm of Transformation Consciousness, and the conditions are met. Don’t talk too much when it’s over, just get your things ready, do you understand?”
At first glance, Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up. Hearing what the cultivator surnamed Cheng meant, it seemed that Mr. Han had used his connections to find a good job, and this job was actually done by the cultivator surnamed Cheng with the city lord.
This is really a coincidence, a piece of cake fell from the sky. I was worried about how to find out about the situation of the city lord's palace, but I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing.
The cultivators surnamed Li and the cultivators surnamed Jin both covered their pockets after hearing this. Feng Jueyu looked at the cultivator surnamed Cheng in confusion and said doubtfully: "Brother Cheng, what are you talking about...?"
The cultivator surnamed Li patted the table, stared at Feng Jueyu and said, "Brother Han, you don't understand this. Of course it's a meeting gift for Master Yin."
Feng Jueyu suddenly realized it. The cultivator surnamed Cheng looked at Feng Jueyu and the others with a smile and said: "That's right, but don't make any noise. I will give you a wink when the time comes. You must be quick when it's time to give. The better the things, the better."
,clear?"
The three of them nodded at the same time.
At this time, tea was also served, and the four of them sat at the same table, drinking tea while waiting for the arrival of the future.