The card tables in Ruiyi Hall have been pulled aside, and a table of dishes and two jars of fine wine are placed in the middle of the hall.
Feng Zhou, Chu Liuxiang, Black Pearl and Dian Hong were sitting there, while Leng Qiuhun, the manager of Ruyi Hall, could only stand aside and act as a waiter.
He has a stubborn personality, and of course he doesn't want to be someone who tries to please them, but in front of these four people, he has to do it even if he doesn't want to.
"I heard that Brother Chu is a master of wine. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary." Feng Zhou said with a smile.
Chu Liuxiang drank most of the two jars of fine wine without changing his expression.
Chu Liuxiang chuckled: "Brother Feng has incredible magical powers, why don't you drink even a drop of wine?"
That's right, the other three were all drinking, but Feng Zhou's bowl was filled with clear water.
He is a peerless master and he really doesn't drink. How dare the three of them force him to drink?
Feng Zhou sighed: "Some people are good at reciting poems and composing poems, and some are good at tasting wine and drinking tea. Unfortunately, I am not good at it, so I have to use water instead of wine to express my feelings."
Chu Liuxiang: "It's a pity that Brother Feng is missing from the Jiuxian."
"No regrets, but I am quite concerned about Brother Hong being good at drinking." Feng Zhou unknowingly brought the topic to Yidian Hong again.
"Why can't I drink?" Dianhong asked strangely.
"I once knew a killer. He was very fragile and didn't like his identity. He even hated killing people. Whenever he killed someone, he would run back to his lonely cabin and vomit and cry. Later, he could no longer shed blood.
There were no tears to shed, but every time he saw the sticky plasma on the murderous sword, he still had to hide. Unable to suppress the disgust and disgust that surged from the bottom of his heart, he kept vomiting. So after getting drunk
, I ran to the top of the mountain, lay down on a big bluestone, and looked up at the shooting stars in the sky."
He was chatting there, and Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but touch her nose.
He vaguely felt that he and the fragile killer Feng Zhou mentioned were the same protagonists.
Why does a handsome thief who is playing in the human world and an extremely fragile dark killer feel that he has the same fate?
How amazing.
"What happened next?" Zhongyuan Dianhong asked.
He is not that fragile, because as a killer who charges the highest price, is the most ruthless, and has the most credibility in the world, his psychological quality is very strong. He can neither vomit nor cry. As a killer, he has qualities that others cannot.
Having patience and confidence makes him qualified and confident to drink at the same table with people like Chu Liuxiang.
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "Later, a butler named Afu found him and brought him back to Wayne Hills. It turned out that he was the son of a great hero, Bruce Bu, who was living abroad. Butler Afu taught him a lot.
With his unique skills, he would later wear a thin armor suit with a bat shell, walk in the dark night, do justice everywhere, and eliminate violence, so he changed from a weak-hearted killer to a Batman that everyone respects."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The owner of Wayne Hills is named Bu, and he is called Batman, whom everyone respects. How come we haven't heard of it?" Black Pearl interjected.
This is also what Dianhong wants to ask.
Feng Zhou smiled: "It's not important." He looked at Dian Hong: "Brother Hong's swordsmanship is unique, enough to compete with Xue Yiren Xue Daxia, but it's a pity that you don't have a real swordsman."
The swordsmanship teacher guided you, so that you unconsciously went on the wrong path. The sword is a gentleman among soldiers, nourishing people with virtue, but your sword is full of evil spirit, so that your swordsmanship also went on the wrong path without realizing it.
.Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good, so no matter how talented he is and how diligent he is, he will never reach the top."
He shook his head and sighed: "It's such a pity."
Zhongyuan Yidianhong said: "What's a pity? How many people in the world can be better than Master Xue? I'm not as good as him, is it any wonder?"
Even though he said this, he still felt deeply unconvinced in his heart.
"That's right." Feng Zhou chuckled and did not continue.
To deal with people like Zhongyuan Yidianhong, it is useless to rely on momentary preaching. It takes a steady flow.
Besides, if you find a good talent and want to polish it carefully and teach him according to his talent, you must first conquer him psychologically.
As a good teacher, Feng Zhou had enough patience to let him become his disciple.
Dian Hong was about to say something when suddenly Nangong Ling's voice sounded outside: "Feng Daxia, Brother Chu, Brother Hong, you guys have been waiting for a long time."
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Southeast of Qufu, there is a mountain called Nishan. Although the mountain is not very high, the scenery is secluded and the scenery is full of natural interest. The white rocks and clear springs in the mountains are green, the wind blows the leaves, and the birds are chirping. People walking there make it feel like a fairyland.
"This place has beautiful scenery, and Old Gang Leader Ren will definitely find a place. If I stay in a place like this for a long time, a common person like me will become an elegant person." Chu Liuxiang said with a smile.
Nangong Ling was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Old gang leader Ren always wanted to come here to live in seclusion in a hut before his death. He often said that this place has the solitude of Kuanglu without the tourists of Kuanglu, and the beauty of Huangshan without Huangshan.
It is a pity that he was so busy all his life that this wish could only be realized after his death."
"The world is so big that wherever there are people there are rivers and lakes. When you are in the rivers and lakes, there are many things you cannot control yourself. I am afraid there are only a few people who can maintain their original intention." Feng Zhou said calmly.
Nangong Ling nodded and said: "In the world of rivers and lakes, the survival of the strong and the weak, and the competition are endless. There are some things that I neither have time to think about nor dare to think about them."
Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "Yes, if you think too much about some things, your heart will change, and people who are too soft-hearted will indeed not be able to survive in the world."
Nangong Ling smiled faintly and stopped talking.
I saw only a narrow road, winding up the mountain, with cliffs stretching thousands of feet on one side and dangerous cliffs hundreds of feet high on the other. Although the scenery was secluded, the situation was also extremely dangerous.
Chu Liuxiang asked: "Does Mrs. Ren live on the top of the mountain?"
Nangong Lingdao: "Mrs. Ren is unparalleled and unrivaled in the world, how can she be willing to be inferior to others?"
Feng Zhou glanced at Nangong Ling and asked with a smile: "It seems that Gang Leader Nangong still knows about Mrs. Ren's romantic affairs in the past. Can you tell me something about it?"
Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment before he realized that there was something wrong with his words just now, but this person vaguely grasped it.
"Feng Daxia was joking. I made a mistake and was disrespectful to my elders. I forgive you. I forgive you."
Nangong Ling laughed, pointed ahead and said, "Do you hear the sound of running water ahead? After passing the cliff there, we will be there."
Suddenly I heard the sound of running water coming from far away, and there was another cliff ahead. The water was rushing downstream of the cliff, and flying beads were splashing jade. The south side was more than ten feet wide, with only a stone beam connecting it.
On the stone beam, which was no more than two feet wide, there was a man sitting cross-legged. His clothes were shaking in the mountain breeze. He seemed to be falling down at any moment. If he fell, he would be shattered into pieces. But he closed his eyes, as if he had already died.
Fell asleep.
Chu Liuxiang walked closer and saw clearly this man. He had a sallow complexion, thick eyebrows and a hawk-like nose. Although his eyes were closed, he already felt a sharp murderous aura.
He sat cross-legged, his bare feet exposed under his clothes, and placed a pair of high-toothed ebony clogs in front of him. Next to the clogs was a long black sheath knife with a strange handle.
The mountain wind blew his clothes flying, and on the face of the black silk robe, there were actually eight wild cursive characters woven with gold threads: "The sword that must kill, there will be no mercy for anyone who blocks it."
The empty mountain was silent, and in the melancholy morning mist, there was such a person sitting on the cliff, which made this ethereal valley suddenly filled with a strange and mysterious feeling. Chu Liuxiang took a breath and looked at it.
Nangong Ling whispered: "Who is this?"
Nangong Ling shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Feng Zhou's calm voice came: "That madam's residence is opposite?"
"Exactly." Nangong Ling said.
"In the land of China, there are actually Japanese slaves and bastards blocking the road. I really don't know how to live or die!" Feng Zhou walked forward and continued: "You and other Japanese slaves and bastards not only invaded and slaughtered our Han family's coastal people, but you actually dared to show up.
Do you really think that my sword is not sharp enough when you block the road to Master's hometown?"
As he spoke, a golden snake sword appeared in his hand, and the aura on his body became sharper.
"Brother Feng, do you recognize this friend?" Chu Liuxiang asked.
He had already felt the sudden fierce aura from Feng Zhou, and at the same time saw the strange sword in his hand, he knew that Feng Zhou's killing intent was unparalleled.
"Is a Japanese slave worthy of my acquaintance?"
Feng Zhou smiled coldly and stepped forward. With every step he took, there was a surge of murderous intent. By the time he reached the Japanese people, the murderous intent was overwhelming and unstoppable! And the golden snake sword in his hand was also shining with a dazzling aura.