"I didn't want to help him at the time. I had already inquired about those people in Wuji City. I was interested in the money of those people. If they didn't take action, nothing would happen to them. If I did, then I would be fine.
Just keep the oriole behind."
Long Ke didn't say it because he had long recognized that Zhi Yue was a disciple of the Chengtian Sect. After all, Zhi Yue had not acknowledged his identity yet, so it was inconvenient to explain now.
Zhiyue shook his head helplessly and said: "They are certainly hateful, but it is too hasty to end their lives without saying a word. If they were given a chance to change their ways, would the outcome be different?"
Long Ke turned his head and didn't want to talk.
Feng Zi chuckled and said: "It may be different, but Senior Brother Zou has ever thought that they are so skillful in telling you words and behave in a very orderly manner. They are obviously habitual offenders. Besides, Junior Brother Long has investigated their character, otherwise
You will not kill anyone. If Junior Brother Long was not here that time and you were not strong enough, at this moment, would you still be alive in the world?"
Zhiyue frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Feng Ziqing continued: "The best outcome is that you will be robbed and let go, and the worst outcome is that you will be killed on the spot.
On the other hand, if you let them go, what will happen to the next victim if they continue to cause trouble next time? You have the ability to stop or terminate, or punish lightly, or punish severely. After letting the tiger go back to the mountain, if they anger others because of this, then
What about others?”
Zhiyue raised his head and asked, "The reason is that it's me? I shouldn't reveal my wealth?"
Feng Ziqing looked serious and said sternly: "No! The fault is that they are not with you, the fault is the malice in their hearts, the fault is that they want to bully the weak, the fault is that they have crooked ways.
Both you and Junior Brother Long are not wrong. After all, everyone has different behavior styles. Therefore, Junior Brother Long is not wrong in killing people because he is killing people who want to kill you. You are also not wrong because the money is your own and the decision is yours."
Zhiyue suddenly had a glimmer of understanding and said: "We don't have the right to accuse each other of each other's faults, because he is him and I am me?"
Feng Zi chuckled and nodded, and said: "Correct answer. But that was before we met, and we didn't understand each other. But now we are traveling together, and tacit understanding is the most important. We need to rely on each other. When we have mutual opinions, we should not speak out.
, let’s talk calmly and get along with each other, only then can we become friends.”
Liu Fu echoed from the side: "Yes, yes, master said that friends should trust each other and accommodate each other, so that they can go a long way."
Feng Ziqing opened his hands, put them on their shoulders, and asked confidently: "Everyone, are we friends?"
Zhiyue thought for a moment and said warmly: "That's right."
Long Ke crossed his arms over his chest and said nothing.
Only Liu Fu kept nodding and Feng Zi sighed softly, but it had little effect. Liu Fu was more obedient. Forget it, the road is still long, let’s talk about it later.
The next day, a group of four people headed for the dense forest. The dense forest was different from the barren mountains. It was inaccessible and a real place for killing people and stealing goods.
Feng Ziqing walked in the front, some distance away from the two people behind, Zhiyue was in the middle, and Liu Fu was behind, to create the illusion that the three of them were not familiar with each other, and that Zhiyue needed to be protected, while Longke was far behind.
Behind you.
Feng Ziqing once asked Zhi Yue why he didn't want to hide his realm. His answer was that the masters have taught us that we only act in an honest and fair manner, and there is no need to hide our clumsiness and kill the enemy by chance. In this regard, Feng Ziqing felt helpless. This Chengtian
Are the sect's rules a bit rigid?
On the second day after entering the dense forest, as Long Ke said, he met an old man in red who was resting halfway.
Seeing the three people appearing, the old man in red smiled and said: "I really have a fate with these three little friends. Come on, it's getting dark, why don't you sit down and rest. I have some good wine here, how about you guys try it?"
Feng Ziqing grinned, sat directly opposite the old man in red, took off the wine bottle from his waist, shook it, and said with a smile: "Junior, there are some here too, why don't you try them instead? Those two people are really boring, both of them are sour.
Qi, they are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, if it weren’t for the sake of money, I would ignore them without any hesitation.”
The old man in red smiled slightly and said, "Oh, you are not the same as those two?"
Feng Zi smiled scornfully, "Of course not, he is just a third-level warrior with two fake tricks. If it weren't for the money, then I would have completed my mission anyway."
Whether they live or die then is none of my business."
The old man in red turned his head and looked at the two people standing not far away. The scholar frowned, and the little girl pretended to be calm, but her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes. Her poor acting skills made it obvious that she was covering up.
something.
The scholar seemed to sense that something was wrong, and walked away with the little girl carrying the sword.
The young man drinking next to him made a "cut" sound, quite disdainfully, and complained. His voice was so small that if he hadn't been careful at all times, he would have missed it.
"It's really unlucky that a business thief suddenly came in the middle of the journey."
The old man in red thought, "Come together? Then give him a try."
He held a sheepskin water bag filled with wine, casually walked up to Feng Ziqing, handed the water bag over, and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you have the guts to try it?"
Feng Ziqing took it and said, "Why don't you dare?" Then he threw his wine bottle over and said, "Senior, do you dare to have a taste?"
The old man in red laughed, "Of course."
Just like that, the two started chatting.
The old man in red claimed that his surname was Hong. Knowing that there was no hope of success, he thought of going to the imperial court to serve as a priest and enjoy his old age in peace.
The Yunze Kingdom has a vast territory, and warriors of their level are naturally looked down upon. Although the Liwu Kingdom is not big, it is heavy on martial arts. It is unlikely that you will find much comfort there, so in the end, you chose the Wenlin Kingdom. This trip was
I went to Yunze Country to pick up my friend and go to Xidu together with him, hoping to find another worship position for my friend.
Feng Ziqing also told the story he had compiled in advance.
He went out to travel when he was young, doing many jobs to earn a living. In order to increase his credibility, he also simplified the explanation of what happened in Crouching Tiger Mountain. Of course, his identity was the small bandit leader.
The incident of suppressing bandits in Xihe County happened to coincide with the Xizhou Cultural Banquet, so it spread widely, and everyone would have heard about it, and the old man in red had probably heard about it.
He had been a bandit and was forced to flee southern Xinjiang. He happened to meet those two unlucky guys, so he returned to his old job, pretending to be an escort, but actually committing robbery and murder. It seemed to make sense.
The old man in red continued to ask some indirect questions. The young man in front of him could not see any flaws, but he was still a little hesitant, so he found an excuse and walked towards the two people in the distance.
The old man in red didn't talk too much, and directly told the two of them what Feng Ziqing said, while watching their expressions and reactions.
The little girl was obviously quite surprised. The scholar's brows furrowed even more tightly, but he couldn't feel the slightest hint of panic. This made him doubtful. Could it be that they were all fake? Or was the scholar relying on something? Now
His only hesitation was whether the scholar was an ordinary person or an expert.
Then he would wait. So he stopped testing and chatted with the three of them peacefully. Early the next morning, he said goodbye to them and left.