Chapter 71: Shura Field is still not satisfied, she raised her hand again, and rewarded more...

Shen Changfeng knelt down, but the people on Huayu didn't say anything. The sweat on Luo Shanchang's forehead rolled down to his eyelids, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. He had already cursed Shen Changfeng a hundred times in his heart.

Just when Luo Shanchang thought he was doomed, a voice as clear as the sound of nature rang out: "Your Highness, please calm down. My brother has been a very naughty boy. He was reckless and impulsive when he bumped into the guard of honor today. I failed to discipline him properly, and I accept the blame!"

Luo Shanchang cast a warm glance at Chuqi, filled with gratitude and a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, "These two actually have a brotherly bond! Why didn't you say so earlier? With Master Song around, what could possibly go wrong?" Wait? There's only one legitimate descendant of the Song and Li families right here, so where does Song Xingzhi get such a big brother? Ah... Chen Du's last name is Shen!

Luo Shanchang's expression changed as he looked at Shen Changfeng, a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. "So, my subordinate is the renowned Shen Changfeng! I was wondering how such a brilliant talent, both in literature and martial arts, could emerge from this desolate place!" But, he clearly wrote "deceased" in the parentage column!

Someone said first, "Ah, he is Shen Changfeng." More and more people followed suit, saying, "Ah, so he is Shen Changfeng."

The tone of these people was either mocking, joking, or indifferent, but more often they were gloating.

They folded their arms, shook their heads, trembled their shoulders, and whispered to each other, with certain words being magnified.

“…It smells good.”

"My wife abandoned me..."

"Why aren't you dead?"

“Serves you right!”

Shen Changfeng was like a prisoner stripped of his clothes, nailed to the spot by the burning malicious gazes of these people, unable to move.

He never expected that this name would one day become a burden to him.

Every time the name "Chen Changfeng" came out of these people's mouths, the shame weighed on his back like iron shackles, weighing down his shoulders. He felt bones snapped again, scabbed wounds ripped open, the pain unbearable. Even his breath carried the stench of blood. Just as Chu Qi lifted his robe to kneel and apologize, a middle-aged man emerged from the carriage, supported Chu Qi, and said, "My dear, you are wrong. This man is only a commoner now. How can you, a Second Rank Junior Tutor, accept the punishment for him?"

Chu Qi looked ashamed. "Although Shen Du and I are not from the same family, we are sworn brothers. Even if he has become a commoner, he is still my sworn brother. Now that he has acted erratically and offended Your Highness, as your sworn brother, I am ashamed and uneasy, so I apologize to the prince and accept his punishment!"

Chuqi remembered Li Jieyi's kindness to him. On the surface, he was Shen Changfeng's sworn brother, so it was impossible for him to ignore her under such circumstances. However, he also always remembered Shen Changfeng's bad treatment of Lin Meizhu, so he only said that he was uneasy in an official tone, but did not plead for Shen Changfeng.

The King of Chu would not punish him, but he would definitely punish Shen Changfeng.

Shen Changfeng listened to the half-truths and half-false words, slowly curled up a strange smile, and moved his eyes down to the dark purple and gold hem of the King of Chu's clothes.

Luo Shanchang bent over and listened carefully to every word the King of Chu said. After confirming that he was not implicated, he breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed to the ground. After the King of Chu left, he took the badge on Shen Changfeng's belt and sighed deeply: "You! There are still thirty military sticks! I will settle the score with you later!" After that, he and a group of tourists chased after King Chu Huayu to see him off.

As Shen Changfeng was about to stand up, he was knocked back to his knees by the crowd. Several pairs of footprints pressed against his clothes, and a dense barrage of collisions assaulted him. People intentionally or unintentionally elbowed him in the back of the head. Someone carrying a basket brushed past him, the sharp edges of the basket's bottom causing pain in his arm.

Shen Changfeng endured the dull and long pain, his fists were clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds, and the joints between his finger bones turned bluish-white. His breathing also became extremely heavy, rising and falling slightly, like the undercurrents on the seabed before a storm.

He looked up at Chuqi, who was the center of attention, and watched him approach Lin Meiju step by step. Suddenly, he felt a sense of unreality and absurdity.

For a moment, Shen Changfeng felt that his life had been stolen by Chuqi.

His identity, parents, fame and reputation have all become his. Now even the Jade Lion Zhaoye is standing by his side. Perhaps in the near future, his ex-wife will also be taken by him.

With a "clang clang" sound, a spinning copper coin appeared in front of Shen Changfeng.

The thin copper coin lay quietly before him, silently mocking his destitution. He looked at it with a distorted smile on his face.

Shen Changfeng propped himself up on one knee and slowly stood up. His slightly hunched back straightened inch by inch, making a dull "click" sound as the bones were dislocated and rearranged, just like some kind of long-dormant beast waking up in the darkness and stretching its muscles. His wrinkled black clothes were bulging, revealing the strong muscle lines on his back.

The firelight illuminated the faintly bulging blue veins on the side of his neck, like a serpentine bloodworm crawling up his jaw. His shoulders stiffened again, and when he raised his face again, his dark eyes shone with a fierce edge. He looked at Chuqi's back and said word by word, "It's mine."

The sound was not loud, but Chuqi heard it accurately and his pace gradually slowed down.

Tourists kept coming and going between the two of them, and there was constant noise all around, but it did not hinder the exchange of swords and sabers.

Shen Changfeng tightened his jaw, his voice restrained, yet with an undeniable thunderous force, "They are all mine!"

Whether it is Zhaoye Jade Lion, Lin Meizhu, or others, they all belong to him, Shen Changfeng!

Chuqi stopped on the bridge, tilted his face slightly, nodded gently, indicating that he heard it, and then showed a decent smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely indifferent. He did not answer, but stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture in a generous manner.

Shen Changfeng was already a powder keg that could explode on its own, and Chuqi's reaction was like throwing the powder keg directly into the Yanhuo Mountain, intending to make Shen Changfeng explode with anger.

Luo Shanchang, who had just returned, saw the entire scene. He hissed softly, suspecting he had seen it wrong. Master Song was usually elegant and easy-going, so how could he look so cold and aloof?

Another glance further intensified his suspicions. Those slightly narrowed eyelids, the half-smile at the corners of his mouth, why did they have such a sinister air... like a challenge? He really, truly deserved a beating.

On the other side, Shen Changfeng used all his strength to suppress the violence and impulse surging in his body. He used his finger as a whistle, and before the whistle fell, the sound of a horse neighing echoed from the opposite bank of the river. The long neighing was filled with trembling joy, becoming clearer and clearer, and then overlapped with the sound of galloping horses' hooves. A snow-white jade horse rushed out from the forest path.

Shen Changfeng looked at the Jade Lion of Night, galloping towards him. The heart that had been hanging in the air for many days finally settled down, and he seemed to have found a trace of comfort. He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and the cold and hard lines on his face finally showed signs of loosening. He took two steps forward.

However, at this moment, the Jade Lion Zhaoye, which was running across the bridge, suddenly slowed down and turned to look. Chu Qi exchanged a glance with it, nodded slightly, and said gently, "Go."

The gentle pupils of the Zhaoye Jade Lion blinked with soft watery light, and then shook its head slightly in the direction of Chuqi, as if to express its reluctance to leave, or perhaps only Chuqi and it could understand some kind of delicate feelings.

In fact, it was saying goodbye to Chuqi and also thanking him for his care.

During the days since being abducted, Chuqi had been the person who treated it best. Most importantly, it recognized a familiar scent on him—Li Jieyi's—which inexplicably reassured it. Unaware of the complexities of human grudges and hatred, it thought that by following Chuqi to find Li Jieyi, it could return to Shen Changfeng. And indeed, it found Shen Changfeng after just two days of following him! Chuqi was incredibly capable!

But in Shen Changfeng's eyes, the two moments it paused were undoubtedly a betrayal.

Shen Changfeng's expression became extremely stunned, and his outstretched hand became stiff, feeling only disbelief.

He slowly shifted his gaze from the horse and met Chuqi's harmless amber eyes. He heard the person opposite him say, "What do you think?" Chuqi asked calmly, as if they were just discussing a trivial matter, but these words were like a knife piercing his heart.

Zhao Ye Yu Shizi had been with him for over a decade, and now, after just a few days with him, he'd been completely bewitched by this male fox demon! And what about Lin Meizhu? They'd been together for over a decade, so what could he possibly use to fight her?

What shall I do! What shall I do!! What shall I do!!!

An overwhelming murderous aura burst out from Shen Changfeng. He pounced out like a wild leopard breaking free from its chains, rushed towards Chuqi, and swung his arm to punch him.

Lin Meizhu had been waiting for Chuqi under the bridge, but when she saw the King of Chu hadn't returned yet, she couldn't help but feel a little confused. She suddenly thought of Shen Changfeng's dark, stubborn eyes, and the way he looked at Chuqi with suppressed anger, and she gradually felt uneasy.

This feeling of feeling completely turbulent and unsettled was all too familiar. She had experienced it once before, during the Wanshou Festival last year. First, at the banquet, nothing seemed to please her, and she was so irritated that she couldn't concentrate on anything. Then, Lu Qingyan hurriedly informed her that Shen Changfeng was going to compete in a horse race with Chuqi. She was so frightened that she almost fainted and hurriedly sent Chen Yue to report to Li Jieyi.

The sudden commotion on the bridge brought her back to reality. She looked at the crowd that had begun running for unknown reasons, and a sense of foreboding grew heavier in her heart. She quickly grabbed someone and asked, "What's going on up there?"

The man said excitedly: "Shen Changfeng and Master Song are fighting! Go and see!"

Lin Meizhu wailed inwardly: No way! ! Again!

When Shen Changfeng goes mad, he's like a vicious dog. Now that Li Jieyi is not here, who can stop him?

Despite this, she still rushed towards the bridge, skirt in hand. The bridge wasn't particularly spacious to begin with, and now it was packed with onlookers, men, women, young and old, all curiously peering out. Many even climbed onto the railings to watch. Others, whose seats had been taken, cursed and blamed each other, with children crying loudly nearby. The scene was chaotic for a while.

Lin Meiju arrived late and couldn't squeeze in at all. She was struggling to make a way through the crowd when she suddenly heard those people shouting, and then she heard the dull thud of fists hitting flesh. An old man standing at the front said with reluctance: "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" He said this but refused to give up his seat.

Lin Meizhu's face turned pale. Although Chu Qi had a martial arts test at the county school, it was only a supplementary subject after all. How could he beat Shen Changfeng, who had practiced martial arts since childhood? She imagined the scene of Chu Qi being beaten and bleeding, and her voice was so anxious that it was almost crying: "Move aside! Move aside quickly!"

However, her voice was quickly drowned out by the noise.

The two men on the bridge were fighting fiercely and ignoring all the noise outside.

When Shen Changfeng rushed over, Chu Qi dodged his punch with the advantage of his position, twisted his waist and kicked him hard in the heart with his knee. However, Shen Changfeng's body was like a solid wall, and after receiving such a heavy kick, he only shook off the dust from his clothes, and rushed over again like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

Chuqi is also very clear about his weaknesses. Shen Changfeng has strong explosive power and good endurance. If he wants to win, he can only find another way.

He found that Shen Changfeng particularly disliked being near the bridge railing, so he deliberately forced him to go to the corner near the water.

Shen Changfeng hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days. He was hungry and his physical strength was not as good as before. He was also confused by Chuqi's little tricks. Chuqi hated and was angry at Shen Ben, and his fighting spirit was very high. After a while, the two of them ended up in a draw.

This was a huge shame and humiliation for Shen Changfeng! He thought he could win with one move, but he didn't expect that after seven moves, he still couldn't defeat a weak scholar!

Shen Changfeng calmed his mind, dodged the palm wind that was heading straight for his face by turning sideways and at the same time bent his right elbow and thrust forward. Chuqi groaned, his steps were unstable, and his back hit the carved stone bridge railing with a "bang". Shen Changfeng turned his wrist like lightning, grabbed Chuqi's collar tightly and pinned him in place, raised his right fist high - the fist was swift and fierce, and was about to hit Chuqi's face, when a graceful figure suddenly flashed out from the side, protected Chuqi tightly under her body, and used her slender back to block the thunderous attack for him.

Chu Qi felt the softness in her arms, his mind wandering, frozen in place. A few strands of hair fell on his neck, and warm breath sprinkled on his face, gently itchy, with a warm and wet feeling. His heart seemed to have turned into a fluffy dandelion crown, and when she held it in her hands, a tingling sensation spread out.

Shen Changfeng froze, his movements abruptly halted in mid-air. The wind from his fist had left a shallow dent in the fabric of her plain gauze jacket. He could clearly see that Lin Meizhu was terrified. She closed her eyes tightly, her shoulders hunched slightly as she trembled, yet her back remained straight, like a Hsinchu bracing itself against a sudden downpour, as if she wouldn't flinch a single step.

Even though he'd anticipated Lin Meizhu would side with Chuqi when he attacked, his heart still broke when he saw her resolutely protecting him in her arms. He thought: She's so scared, yet she's still protecting this evildoer! His mouth was filled with bitterness, and the rage he'd suppressed with such difficulty suddenly surged higher. But seeing her trying so hard to hold on, the flames of anger waned again.

It was strange that the first thing he wanted to say at this moment was to tell her not to be afraid.

He had fallen asleep on the same bed with her delicate shoulders, like the trembling butterfly wings, in his arms countless times. But now, she was so close to him, so close that he could smell the faint sweet fragrance on her body. How could he resist touching her?

Chen Changfeng changed his fist into a palm, wanting to reach out and gently touch her shoulder. The moment he was about to touch her clothes, Lin Meiju turned around abruptly, pursed her lips, and seemed to be extremely angry, and raised her hand to slap her!

Still not satisfied, she raised her hand and slapped him again!

In an instant, the whole room was in an uproar.