Chapter 45 The world is dangerous and unpredictable
On the mountain trail, Ling Feng held Song Yurou in one hand and rode the horse wildly with the rein in hand.
Suddenly, Ling Feng hugged her tightly, tapped the saddle with his toes, and flew up the mountain.
But the horse was still galloping forward, heading forward.
Even if someone is following him, he will be temporarily thrown away by this move.
Ling Feng only touched the ground with his toes and continued to use light skills to fly until he reached the depths of the mountain forest.
At this time, Song Yurou's pretty face turned red and she said bitterly: "Where are you grabbing?"
Only then did Ling Feng suddenly feel the softness in his hand and hurriedly let go.
At this time, he paid no attention to Song Yurou. His mental strength was consumed too much. It was as if he hadn't slept for three days. He felt very uncomfortable and fell asleep leaning against a tree.
After about an hour, Song Yurou finally opened her acupuncture points. The corners of her mouth raised slightly and she said with a smile: "I finally got a chance!"
She quietly approached Ling Feng, reached out and groped for a moment on Ling Feng's face, and then started to tear off the human skin mask, which was halfway done.
Suddenly, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and with his fingers, he sealed several key points in front of her.
Song Yurou immediately regretted it. She should have tapped his acupuncture points if she had known earlier.
Immediately, Ling Feng put on the mask, took off the water bag from his waist and drank some water, then took off the small bag on his back, took out two large cakes and ate them.
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In the afternoon, the sun is shining brightly in Qiufeng Town, Yuxi County.
The streets are very lively with busy traffic and many vendors shouting and selling fruits.
A young man with a yellow face wearing a blue shirt and carrying two swords walked slowly on the street, followed behind him was a delicate scholar with thin skin and tender flesh.
Ling Feng turned around and said, "Can you stop following me like a candy? I have unlocked your acupuncture points now, you can go!"
Song Yurou smiled and said: "Who said I would follow you? Can't I just go along the way?"
At this time, a dirty little boy of about eleven or twelve years old came over, holding a broken bowl in his left hand, and said pitifully: "Uncle, I haven't eaten all day, please be kind.
Give me something to eat!"
"Okay, wait a minute!"
Ling Feng smiled slightly, lowered his head and took off the money bag from his waist, about to take out some broken silver.
A dagger suddenly fell from the cuff of the little boy's right hand and stabbed Ling Feng in the chest quickly.
The dagger had no flickering cold light and was completely black. You didn't need to think about it to know that it was caused by quenching poison. Once blood was seen, it would be difficult to survive.
However, Ling Feng seemed to have expected it. He suddenly tightened his abdomen and bent his waist to avoid the fatal blow. He then reached out and hit the boy's right wrist, knocking the dagger away.
The little boy's expression suddenly changed drastically and he fled in a hurry.
Ling Feng had no intention of pursuing him and slowly put away the money bag.
Song Yurou looked at Ling Feng in shock. She asked herself, maybe she would have fallen under the dagger in her place, so she asked, "Have you known that he was a killer for a long time?"
Ling Feng shook his head and said calmly: "This little boy has never killed anyone, so he has no murderous intention. Moreover, he should have received special training and his murderous intention is restrained. I didn't find anything unusual. It's just that I always like to be malicious.
He speculates on people’s hearts and the world.”
Song Yurou hummed: "Don't be complacent, this is just an appetizer, there are some vicious tricks behind it. If you are afraid, you should follow me to Liumenmen!"
Ling Feng smiled and said nothing. He had experienced far more plots in the sword fight than this.
After a while, an inn appeared in front of them.
Before entering the inn, Ling Feng heard the noise. It seemed that the place was full of guests and it was very lively.
When the two of them walked into the inn, they saw an old man in white with half-white beard and hair but a red face, telling a story. His words were spitting, but the guests next to them didn't mind at all. They all listened attentively, because the old man in white was telling a story.
It is the legendary story of the blue-shirted hero reappearing in the world, killing many masters of the White Tiger Gang, and killing the Four Evils of Qingling and the two heroes of the Yu family.
Ling Feng just turned a deaf ear and found a seat to sit down casually.
Song Yurou sat opposite Ling Feng naturally and said with a smile: "It seems that your reputation has become a household name."
Ling Feng did not feel proud at all, because public opinion was too easily swayed by public opinion. Now he was a hero in the eyes of others, but maybe after a while, he would become a criminal thief and a murderous maniac.
Then the waiter came over and said, "Young hero, what do you want?"
Ling Feng put down a piece of silver and said calmly: "One roast duck, two kilograms of beef, and three dishes of side dishes."
The waiter took the silver and took a bite. He looked happy and said with a smile: "Okay, just wait a moment, we'll be here soon."
Song Yurou smiled and said: "Another pot of good wine!"
At this time, the old storyteller continued to talk.
"Seeing that the bright swords of the two heroes of the Yu family were only a few feet away from the body of the blue-shirted hero, it was too late to say, but soon, I saw a brilliant blue sword light flashing past, and the Yu brothers' necks were close to each other.
If there is an extra blood line, he will fall to the ground and die. Do you think he is powerful or not? The blue-shirted hero is probably only in his twenties. Even if he practiced martial arts in his mother's womb, his skills will not be as good as those of the top masters who have been famous for many years.
He is profound, but why can he kill the two heroes of the Yu family who have defeated many top masters with one sword, and Wu Lie, the mountain-splitting sword?" When the old man said the critical moment, he stopped and whetted everyone's appetite.
A shirtless burly man with a big knife on the table said: "Old man, why do you think you are doing it?"
The old man smiled and said: "My mouth is a little dry. If any of you invite me to drink some wine, I will tell you."
The burly man suddenly shouted: "Xiao Er, why don't you go get a bottle of wine for the old man!"
The waiter immediately smiled and said: "Okay, I'll come right away!"
After a while, the old man drank a sip of wine, his eyebrows were flying, and he said with a smile: "Of course it is because he has learned the legendary Soul-Capturing Sword Technique. It is said that more than two hundred years ago, there was an evil master who called himself the Soul-Capturing Demon Lord.
He developed a soul-stirring sword technique and used it to kill countless masters of the righteous way. The power of this sword technique has little to do with internal strength. What is important is that killing kills to cultivate the evil spirit and murderous intention. Before the sword edge arrives, the evil spirit precedes it.
It seizes the soul and soul, making people fall under his sword without any resistance."
Everyone suddenly realized, and the burly man said: "If I practice this set of swordsmanship, I will definitely become a great hero!"
The people next to them immediately laughed and said, "Old Hu, you are just a banker, but you only bully those defenseless women and children, and you still want to be a hero!"
After the old man finished speaking, he took the wine, drank it, and staggered away.
At this time, Song Yurou suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Do you want to know how to practice the soul-stirring sword technique?"
Ling Feng looked at Song Yurou with wide eyes, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
Sure enough, Song Yurou said: "The hero in blue shirt is sitting opposite me. If you want the sword manual, just go to him directly."
Ling Feng could only smile bitterly. It turns out that women have the most poisonous hearts. The more beautiful a woman is, the more evil-hearted she is.
Everyone glanced at Ling Feng, but all turned away, showing a lack of interest.
Song Yurou looked puzzled and said, "Why don't you believe it? He really is the hero in blue!"
At this time, the shirtless burly man said: "You scholar, if you don't study hard, you have to pretend to be the hero in blue shirt and cheat! The hero in blue shirt is my idol. If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful and I will chop him down."
you!"
Ling Feng also had a look of astonishment on his face. The customers in these inns must have gotten the wrong script. How did he become a fake?
Song Yurou asked: "Then how do you know he is a fake?"
"Of course I know. An hour ago, I saw him drinking in this inn and killing several people from the White Tiger Gang."
The burly man said proudly, pointed at Ling Feng, and said with disdain: "The hero in blue shirt is nine feet tall, tall, mighty, and handsome! Just like him, five feet tall, with a sallow complexion, he looks like a
Farmer."
"Hahaha!" Song Yurou chuckled, her stomach hurt from laughing, and she lay on the table. Although she didn't achieve her goal, it had the same effect. She just couldn't stand Ling Feng's indifferent and calm look.
As long as she can hit him, she is happy.
And Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, hey, things are unpredictable!