Listening to the old man's words, Xiao Qingfeng was shocked and then shook his head:
"If it's for the sake of the child, there's no need for the clan uncle to do this."
Of course he could understand the meaning of the old man's words.
However, deceiving Wei Zhengxian in order to kill that kid is definitely not a cost-effective deal.
The person in front of me is named Xiao Zhan. He is the most respected member of the Xiao family in the Qingzhou Army. His status in the army is second only to Wei Zhengxian.
It's just because it's been stationed at the border all year round that it's not famous.
"Hahaha!"
The old man couldn't help but laugh out loud and shook his head:
"Qingfeng, please remember that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. It has not been an easy journey for us, how can we put ourselves in danger just because of a muddy leg?"
"Is something really going to happen outside the customs?"
Xiao Qingfeng was slightly surprised.
Everyone else thought that Wei Zhengxian led his team to Tianlang Pass because of the commotion outside the pass, but they naturally knew that he was trying to avoid the battle for the heir in Longyuandao.
It's not that there is really any turmoil outside the customs.
"good."
Xiao Zhan had nothing to hide:
"A few days ago, a spy came to report that there were masters fighting at the foot of Liuji Mountain. They were suspected to be from Dali's Kamikaze Tower, and they had lost their traces."
"Kamikaze platform?"
Xiao Qingfeng's expression changed: "Li Yuan?"
Shenfengtai is one of the largest sects in Da Li, and its status is almost the same as that of Lanke Temple, Xuankong Temple and Zhujian Villa of the Ming Dynasty.
Li Yuan, the god of the Great Li Army, is the master of the Divine Wind Platform.
According to legend, he had become a martial saint as early as fifty years ago and had a great reputation.
"Fifty years is not a short time. It is enough for the other two countries to recuperate and recuperate. In recent years, the border has really been getting ready for trouble. It seems like a small friction, but who knows?"
Xiao Zhan smiled coldly, said nothing more, and turned to give instructions:
"Qingfeng, you are the seed that the clan has devoted all their efforts to cultivate, waiting for the right time. You are more important than me! You can secretly direct this matter, but you must not take action!"
Xiao Zhan looked serious, and Xiao Jingfeng and others also believed it.
"Don't worry, my nephew still understands the importance."
Xiao Qingfeng was a little reluctant, but still nodded in agreement.
Everything has pros and cons.
He was supported by his family, and received and asked for all kinds of material things. At the same time, many things were beyond his control.
Never take any personal risks, this is the advice he has heard most in the past thirty years.
In fact, even the most dangerous fights he has experienced in these years were all under the watchful eye of the family.
"As long as you know."
Xiao Zhan patted him on the shoulder with a gentle tone:
"Compared to the decades of planning in the clan, your forbearance at this moment is nothing but humiliation. When the sky changes, nothing will be able to stop you!"
"The sky changes..."
Chewing this word, Xiao Qingfeng felt a little complicated in his heart.
"If the people I invite don't come, you must not act rashly. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not do anything inside the pass!"
With a final warning, Xiao Zhan turned and left.
Looking at his leaving figure, Xiao Qingfeng suddenly turned around, glanced coldly at Xiao Jingfeng and others who had sarcastic expressions on their faces, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
After this conversation, he still didn't know that this clan uncle came here just to beat himself up.
…
…
Work as the sun rises and rest as the sun sets.
Looking at the smoke from the kitchen in the autumn wind, taking a medicinal bath and thinking about it all night, Yang Yu felt a rare peace of mind.
Tianlang Pass, which was full of military atmosphere, was actually the most life-like city he had ever seen.
This is really an irony.
None of the cities he had experienced before, whether it was Heishan County, Mulin Mansion, or Qingzhou City, had such an atmosphere.
Even in the most prosperous area of Qingzhou City, there are still ruffians, and gang fights are common.
But in Tianlang Pass, such things rarely happen.
This is a military pass, and most of the people there are family members of the military. Even if there are descendants who have settled outside, they must be very law-abiding.
The merchants who come and go are very disciplined.
Of course, no matter how good a place is, there will inevitably be darkness, but Tianlang Pass is indeed the city with the best security that Yang Yu has ever experienced.
none of them.
The autumn morning was slightly chilly, and apart from the smoke from cooking stoves, there were only soldiers patrolling the streets and few pedestrians.
Most of the shops along the street have just opened.
Most of them are shops selling breakfast.
"Huh?"
Yang Yu, who was going to the blacksmith shop to pick up custom-made iron, suddenly felt something in his heart while walking somewhere.
His five senses were extremely sharp. As he walked here, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. The eyes secretly watching him suddenly disappeared after he walked into this street.
"Give up? Or..."
Yang Yu was a little surprised and couldn't help but look around.
“Freshly baked pancakes, steamed buns, and tofu puffs!”
Seeing Yang Yu stop walking, the shouts of nearby vendors suddenly became much louder.
"Ten cakes and a bowl of tofu."
With his peripheral vision, Yang Yu seemed to realize something and simply sat down.
In these days, there are many people who are hungry, but this does not hinder the variety of food. There are more than ten kinds of food in the small stalls.
It also comes with many side dishes.
"I want something salty."
"Okay!"
The vendor smiled and agreed.
Not long after, it was delivered to you, along with three dishes.
Yang Yu carried the rice plate and came to the table pretending to be unintentional:
"Is there anyone here?"
Opposite the table was an old man wearing a dark green coat. He was of normal height and very thin. Hearing Yang Yu's question, he nodded:
"It's whatever you want."
Yang Yu sat down and began to feast.
After practicing martial arts, his appetite increased greatly, and he ate several times more than an ordinary person every day. This was because he would regain his strength when he swallowed gold and iron every day.
Otherwise, it may be dozens of times larger than an ordinary person.
The old man at the opposite table put down his bowl and chopsticks at some point, but he didn't leave either. He just looked at Yang Yu lightly and followed him to finish the meal in a hurry before speaking:
"How does it taste?"
"Salty and delicious, tender and delicious, it is a rare delicacy."
Yang Yu nodded slightly.
"What kind of delicacy is this?"
The old man smiled dumbly:
"Really good tofu brains must be ground with the brains of hundreds of birds. A small bowl can hold thousands of them. When you take a spoonful of it, it feels like a thousand birds are chirping in your ears. That taste is the most delicious thing in the world."
Yang Yu wiped the corners of his mouth and responded coldly:
"That's not tofu noodle."
“But it’s delicious.”
The old man casually pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, causing the soup to spill out.
Yang Yu could see clearly, but he didn't eat a bite, and couldn't help but sneered:
"Your superficial skills are too poor."
This old guy is waiting for him.
The first time he saw him, Yang Yu knew it.
The old man was not annoyed and asked with a chuckle:
"The little beggar in Heishan County must have suffered a lot and put in a lot of hard work all the way to where he is today, right?"
"Another bowl of tofu puffs!"
Yang Yu suddenly spoke and asked for another bowl of tofu:
"Want something sweet!"
"Haha~"
The old man's smile dimmed slightly:
"If I were you, I would drink fine wine, eat delicious delicacies, sleep with beautiful women, and wake up with great power! Otherwise, how can I be worthy of the hard work I have endured along the way?"
"Wine wine and delicacies are what everyone wants."
Yang Prison nodded.
There are options, which one wants to eat dirt?
There are countless delicacies and fine wines in this world. He is not an ascetic, so he has always had appetites.
"You should have some guesses in your mind about who I am."
The old man smoothed his long beard and said calmly:
"I still have a daughter in my family, her name is Yan, she is twenty-eight years old, she is dignified in appearance, she is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is only missing a good match..."
"Gold, silver, wealth, delicious food and fine wine, women's rights... just based on these, you want to win over Yang?"
There was no emotion in Yang Yu's heart, but he wanted to laugh:
"It seems that Mr. Xiao's temperament is still a little small..."
With his current martial arts skills, whether it is gold, silver, wealth, or the power of women, as long as he wants to, it is not something that is within easy reach, but it is definitely not out of reach.
What made him want to laugh even more was the old guy's attitude.
Perhaps he has been in a high position for a long time, or he was born into a noble family, and he simply does not know how to win over people.
Even though he promised many benefits, Yang Yu didn't feel any kindness from him.
There is only indifference and contempt, as well as a hint of murderous intention hidden by him.
"Your talent is not bad, and you have some minor skills, but so what? How does your weight compare to the accumulation of more than ten generations like me?"
The smile disappeared from Xiao Zhan's face, replaced by a mountain of solemn oppression:
"You have made great achievements several times, but you only get a bronze medal. Do you know that with the same merit, I can send you to the Six Gates Headquarters in Kyoto?"
The old man's voice was neither high nor low, but it seemed as if no one else could hear him at all. Only the vendors handling the food were trembling with sweat on their foreheads.
It goes without saying that the diners on this street are all his subordinates.
"Power, status..."
Yang Yu gently stirred the tofu in the bowl:
"so what?"
"A rotten scholar who has lost his position cannot give you what you want, but I, the Xiao family, can give you, and much more."
Xiao Zhan tapped the table and said calmly:
"You are a smart person and you should know how to choose."
As he spoke, he was always looking at the young people across the table.
He had seen too many young people who came from poor backgrounds but were extremely talented. No matter how they appeared, these people had a desire for power and status that was beyond ordinary people.
But what made him frown slightly was that the person opposite seemed unmoved.
"Indeed, I always thought that I was a smart person, and you are right."
Yang Yu nodded in agreement.
When Xiao Zhan's expression softened slightly, the conversation changed again:
"However, I refuse!"
reject!
"Everyone has his own ambition, and he can't do it reluctantly."
Xiao Zhan sighed slightly, as if he didn't want to persuade anymore, he lightly pressed the table and stood up:
"Eat slowly, the chance is running out!"
After that, he turned and left.
Many of the diners who were seated also stood up, glanced at Yang Yu coldly, and followed closely behind.
"You asked before, but I haven't answered yet."
Xiao Zhan paused for a moment, turned around indifferently, and looked at the young man who was eating tofu noodles unhurriedly.
"oh?"
"You ask me, how does the weight of me compare to the accumulation of more than ten generations of you? I answer you..."
After slowly finishing the last bite of the cooking cake, Yang Yu put down the broken silver and stood up. He swept past everyone and landed on Xiao Zhan.
The tone is light and like a heavy stone falling to the ground:
"You are worthy of competing with me?!"
call!
It suddenly became so quiet on the long street that you could almost hear a pin drop.
The eyes of several vendors turned horrified.
The eyes of all the diners flashed with shock, anger and murderous intent.
Xiao Zhan looked at him coldly, and after a long time, he turned around and left. He didn't see his face, but heard loud laughter echoing:
"Hahaha! This sentence will be engraved on your tombstone!"
call!
The long street was quiet for a long time.
Xiao Zhan and others had disappeared, but the eyes of all the vendors and diners were still fixed on Yang Yu, as if they were looking at a dead person.
In Tianlang Pass, killing is strictly prohibited.
But it doesn't mean that no one will die.
Involuntarily, some discussions started.
"Who is this person? Dare to talk to Mr. Xiao like this..."
"Oh, it's such a pity. A young man is going to die. I'm afraid that the old man in the family will send someone with white hair to someone with black hair."
"Master Xiao dares to offend these young people now..."
…
Yang Yu's hearing was very good, so he could naturally hear the discussions coming from behind him.
But he didn't care much. After leaving the long street, he went straight to the many blacksmith shops where he had placed orders yesterday.
There are many more blacksmith shops in Tianlang Pass than in Qingzhou City. They have all kinds of ore and iron, and the blacksmith's skills are also very high.
However, Yang Yu naturally does not need them to build weapons.
After arriving, I chose a furnace and started repairing the arrows.
Yes, fix the arrows.
The effect of the Bingjia Psychic Technique must be accumulated continuously, and frequent replacement will not work.
Therefore, the founder of the Qixuan Sect practiced the 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword' instead of the 'Flying Arrow'.
"After this incident, it's time to build a knife for myself instead."
Amidst the beating sounds of sparks flying around, Yang Yu had a thought.
The weapon psychic skill may seem inconspicuous, but in fact, a weapon with the same spirituality can greatly enhance a warrior's combat power.
Just like Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in Xifu.
Under his punch, he tried his best to block and still managed to survive. Even though he was injured like that, it was impossible to survive.
But once he has the gold-plated phoenix wings in his hand, even if he strikes casually, he will not be able to take it no matter what, and he will die quickly.
In the days that followed, Yang Yu continued to go back and forth between the inn and the blacksmith shop, leaving at sunrise and returning at sunset.
During the day, he beat arrows and collected mysterious thunder stones. At night, he practiced various martial arts in the Cauldron of Gluttony and used secret techniques to spit out arrows.
At this point, his progress in martial arts has inevitably slowed down, but he will not slack off at all.
At the same time, the energy stored in the Cauldron of Gluttony is gradually approaching the threshold.
"call!"
Another day passed with the sound of sparks flying around.
Yang Yu left the blacksmith shop with the arrows and the Xuan Lei Stone. He came out a little late today and the sky was already dark.
The curfew is approaching, and the streets are quiet with very few pedestrians.
"Ha~"
Glancing at the blacksmith shop with the door closed, Yang Yu seemed to feel something, and he slowly put down the iron ore and arrows in his hands.
I heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the night breeze.
Yin and Yin are pitiful, like a child crying at night.