Chapter 109 Who Understands Linglong's Heart

However, after this incident, Feng Yi, like Yang Guo, took a learning attitude and paid close attention.

The Nine Yin Scriptures represent the highest realm of martial arts. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng, one positive and one negative, have brought the skills of the Scriptures to the fullest extent. As their physical strength declined, their attack speed was not as fast as before, which made it easier for the other two to see clearly.

Yang Guo is smarter than ordinary people, and Feng Yi's martial arts skills are unrivaled in the world. Both of them have gained a lot of insights at this time.

Yang Guo pondered the three people's moves, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but imitate them, and found them to be extremely mysterious.

Feng Yi saw how capable Hong and Ou were and thought, "No wonder they had to die in the original plot. If any one of them were alive, how could Yang Guo have a chance to present his treasure at the Heroes Conference?"

He knew very well that in the original plot, Master Jinlun was targeting masters of the older generation like Hong Qigong, and in his eyes, Guo Jing was just someone to be dealt with by his apprentice.

But if Hong Qigong didn't die, and Master Jinlun was defeated by him, and Guo Jing defeated Huodu Darba, wouldn't that be relaxing and enjoyable! Even if Ouyang Feng was there, how could his son be bullied? If he didn't tear Jinlun and Huodu apart, it would be because he had adopted a fake son.

So in order to make way for the protagonist Yang Guo, they had to die. If they were alive, the martial arts conference would be so grand, and these two would definitely go.

Xiao Long Nu, who doesn't like crowds, heard about the martial arts conference, and she knew where to find Yang Guo. So these two, one to support his apprentice and the other to find his son, would definitely go there.

The fight between Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng lasted until the evening. Every move of Hong Qigong was well-organized, while Ouyang Feng's moves were bizarre and unpredictable. Every time Hong Qigong had the upper hand, Ouyang Feng would suddenly use a strange move to make the match a draw again.

But Ouyang Feng was sure of victory, but he was determined not to do so. The two exchanged thousands of moves, but still no one was the winner.

Yang Guo was really scared at this time. How could he have thought that the two old men would fight from day to night? Thinking that the two men were not young anymore, they might get hurt if they continued fighting, he shouted loudly to persuade them to stop fighting.

But Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were fighting so hard, how could they stop? Yang Guo realized why Feng Yi wanted him to cheat his adoptive father away, and said, "Brother Feng, I was wrong, please help me, this time I will do as you said and cheat my adoptive father away."

He seldom admits defeat, but he already admires Feng Yi's martial arts, and seeing that he is so knowledgeable and can predict everything, he respects him even more. Every word he says comes from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Yi took down the gourd, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "This place is spacious, unlike the narrow road, you are naturally less worried, which is human nature.

But I can't play anymore. I can't beat two people by myself. I have to help one against another. You don't agree, and they don't agree either. So I have no choice but to respect my personal destiny, right?"

Yang Guo thought about this and it made sense. He was just hesitating when he heard Feng Yi say, "This old senior Hong only loves to eat."

Yang Guo wanted to see Hong Qigong's greedy look when he mentioned eating, and thought that if he tempted him with delicious food, it might be effective. So he dug up a lot of yam and cassava in the mountains, lit a fire and roasted them until they were fragrant.

Hong Qigong smelled the aroma and shouted, "Stinky Toad, I won't fight with you anymore. It's more important for us to eat."

He ran to Yang Guo, grabbed two yams and ate them. Although his mouth was burning with pain, he still mumbled praises.

Ouyang Feng rushed over and chopped him down on the head with a wooden stick.

Hong Qigong did not dodge, but picked up a yam and threw it to him, shouting, "Eat it!" Ouyang Feng was stunned, so he took it and ate it, completely forgetting the fierce fight just now.

Feng Yi found it funny. These two old men were really interesting. He sat next to Hong Qigong and asked curiously, "Old senior, how many fights have you had in your life?"

Hong Qigong was eating and said casually, "There are not a thousand or eight hundred of them, big or small. What's wrong?"

Feng Yi hummed and said, "After so many fights, this should be enough for this life. If you are still not satisfied, do you have to be beaten to death or disabled before you are satisfied?"

Hong Qigong thought for a moment, nodded and said, "You are right. Since ancient times, fame and fortune have harmed people. As the saying goes, 'People are afraid of being famous, just like pigs are afraid of being fat.' There are so many people in the martial arts world. Who doesn't want to defeat a master in one fell swoop to become famous? When I was young, I thought so. Now that I am old, I am tired of it. That's why I want to hand over the position of gang leader to others so that I can have some free time."

Ouyang Feng was sitting nearby eating. After hearing this, he suddenly asked, "Old beggar, do you know Huang Lao Xie and Guo Jing?"

This made Hong Qigong smack his lips. Was this old guy crazy or not? He smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Ouyang Feng said: "Guo Jing took my son to Peach Blossom Island..."

Yang Guo was even more moved when he heard this, and hurriedly said, “Dad, I’m your son, shouldn’t I be here?”

Ouyang Feng rolled his eyes in surprise, and when he looked at Yang Guo, he said happily: “Oh, you are here!”

He hit his head and said, "Why is my brain not enough?"

Yang Guo was afraid that he would think of something else and fight with Hong Qigong again, so he hurriedly said, "Dad, someone bullied your son, can you go and avenge him?"

Ouyang Feng stood up suddenly: "How can this be absurd! How dare someone bully my son?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Hong Qigong and Feng Yi and asked coldly, "Is it them?"

Yang Guo pulled him back and said, “It’s not them, Dad. I’ll take you to find them.”

Ouyang Feng nodded and said, "Okay!"

Yang Guo saluted Hong Feng and took Ouyang Feng away. Just after taking two steps, Ouyang Feng turned back and looked at Hong Qigong: "Old man, your martial arts are very powerful. We will fight again later."

Then he said to Feng Yi: "Little kid, your martial arts are pretty good, but compared to me who is the best in the world, you are still a long way behind. You need to practice more!"

Hong Qigong saw that he was really muddle-headed. Back then he called himself an old beggar, and now he was an old fellow, but he always remembered that he was the best in the world. He was angry and amused. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard Feng Yi laugh and say, "You are right."

Yang Guo smiled at the two of them and said to Ouyang Feng, "Dad, we were too late and the man ran away."

“My son is right!” He pulled Yang Guo and his figure flashed and he was already behind the ridge and disappeared in a moment.

Seeing the two men disappear, Hong Qigong laughed and said, "I don't know if this old poisonous creature is playing dumb or what. It's really unexpected."

He stared at Feng Yi with a frown. He was conceited and had a sharp gaze, but he couldn't see the man's true colors. He smiled and said, "Boy, why don't you let me fight with the old poisonous creature?"

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, then sighed, "You two have amazing skills. If I didn't need the help of the Beggars' Sect, I would like to ask for a favor first. I don't want to disturb your fun!"

Hong Qigong was greatly surprised. He thought that this boy's martial arts skills were not inferior to mine. What could he do that the Beggars' Sect could help him with? But he thought again and said, "Why do you think that you are asking for a favor now? Can the old poisonous creature still defeat me?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "Old Master Hong, although you are as famous as Ouyang Feng, he defeated you twice in the Huashan Sword Contest and went crazy for more than ten years afterwards.

Everyone knows how a madman can regain his former courage.

But you are a sober person. It is a great honor for you to win over him, but you may not feel proud of it.

But if you accidentally lose a move, and the news spreads to the martial arts world, everyone will say, "What the hell is the Northern Beggar? What the hell is the Beggar's Sect's magical skills? They are just so-so. You actually lost to a madman! I won't let you compete with a madman. Isn't this a favor?"

When Hong Qigong heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

In fact, he understood in his heart that Feng Yi was right about the most important point.

More than ten years ago, Hong Qigong hated the evil deeds of the West Poison. Now that he is old, his temper has diminished. Seeing that he is crazy and mad, and with Feng Yi and Yang Guo's repeated mediation, he really has no intention of killing him. But if he fights with him, who will win in the end, I am afraid there will be a fight.

As he was the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, he knew the ins and outs of the situation well. It would be extremely disastrous if he really fell into the hands of a madman like Ouyang Feng.

Feng Yi saw his solemn expression and secretly laughed in his heart: "Since Wang Chongyang's death, these people have been trying to regain the title of the world's number one. He was defeated by Ouyang Feng before, how can he not feel resentful?"

He coughed lightly and said, "Old Master Hong, is your reputation more important, or is the current Han-Mongol issue more important?"

Hong Qigong said without hesitation: "Of course, the Han-Mongol issue is the most important. I have already found out that the five ugly Tibetans committed evil in Guangdong in the name of Mongolia in order to increase panic among the people and the court, so as to facilitate the southern expedition."

Feng Yi nodded and said, "Since the Han-Mongol issue is so important, if you continue to fight with Ouyang Feng, something bad will happen. The Heroes Conference will be missing you, the leader of the world. Who will be the leader of the world's heroes in the future? Who will they listen to? Do we have to have a duel to win the title of leader?"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Little guy, you don't have to flatter me. Without the old beggar, would there be no leader of the martial arts world?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "This is not flattery. Let's make a bet. Even if you don't show up at the martial arts conference, who else can be the leader of the martial arts conference?"

Hong Qigong laughed: "That's hard to say."

He yawned and said, "Well, I haven't slept for four days and four nights chasing those bastards. And then I had this fight with that old poisonous guy. My old bones are almost falling apart. I need to have a good sleep for three days and three nights. You stay with me, and don't let any wild beasts bite my head off." Then he fell asleep.

Feng Yi secretly laughed and thought, "Am I taking over Yang Guo's job?"

But he was thinking about the magical moves of Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong in his mind and did not care. He recalled their various strange moves and magical skills and practiced them one by one.

At this time, the snow was still falling like swan feathers, and Hong Qigong's head and body were covered with a layer of white snow, like cotton. The human body has heat, and the snowflakes melt when they encounter heat, so how could they stay on his face?

Feng Yi was shocked at first, thinking that the old man died of exhaustion, but then he thought that this was not right.

In the original plot, Hong Qigong fought with Ouyang Feng for several days and exerted his internal strength for at least twelve hours before he was exhausted. Now he has only fought with Ouyang Feng for one day, so it shouldn't be the case.

After thinking about it, I realized that he still had magical powers when he was sleeping, collecting all the heat in his body. So a living person could be like a zombie when he was sleeping. This kind of internal power is really amazing and enviable.

Feng Yi thought to himself that if he did it deliberately, he could do it, but if he did it unintentionally, it would never be so perfect.

Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng have both reached the pinnacle of internal and external skills, and they died together in the original plot. The two fought during the day and slept late, and they fought for four consecutive days. They were both exhausted and almost fainted.

Ouyang Feng also competed with Hong Qigong in internal strength. They fought from evening to early morning, from early morning to noon, from noon to noon, and finally to the evening, which led to the two of them being exhausted.

Yang Guo's martial arts and knowledge were too shallow, and he was unable to do a good job of separating the two men. Instead, Hong and Ou were stimulated by his internal force and were seriously injured, and they were unable to use their internal energy to heal their injuries.

Although Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng both feel tired now, they have not gone back to their old ways.

Feng Yi fell asleep after practicing for a while. He didn't believe that he and Hong Qigong wouldn't be able to detect any beast biting his head.

The next day, Feng Yi continued to practice martial arts, and Hong Qigong's posture had not changed at all from the day before.

On the third day, it was still the same, but Feng Yi couldn't take it anymore. He was too hungry. He thought, "Damn, he slept so well. I'm so fucking hungry!"

Yang Guo had finished eating the yams and cassava that he had brought that night. He drank a few sips of wine, and the more he drank, the more empty he felt. He immediately got up and went to the fields to dig for food.

He knew that Hong Qigong was sleeping, but if there was any external force, he would wake up immediately, so he was not worried.

Unexpectedly, when he came back with food, there was no one in the place where Hong Qigong slept, only the snow that had fallen from his body.

Feng Yi's heart trembled, and he understood immediately that Hong Qigong was deliberately testing him, just like testing Yang Guo in the original plot, to see if he could protect him for three days like Yang Guo did.

However, Feng Yi was different from Yang Guo. He knew that Hong Qigong would remain alert when he was sleeping, so he did not take it too seriously. He did not expect that Hong Qigong would leave.

Feng Yi knew that he had transformed into a magical dragon, and he disappeared as soon as he left. Fortunately, he had gained a lot from this trip. He opened the wine gourd, drank it all in one breath, tied the empty gourd around his waist, and floated down the mountain.

Although Hong Qigong didn't get the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Dog Beating Stick Technique, it didn't matter. He had to go to Chang'an to find Hong Lingbo, and then go to Dashengguan.

Feng Yi bought a few pancakes and a gourd of wine at the foot of the mountain, and ate while walking without stopping. He walked along the official road and entered Chang'an city when the sun was setting.

He went directly to the courtyard he rented. This was also the place where he and Hong Lingbo had done their thing, as well as the agreement they had made.

But when he entered the yard, there was no sound. He called "Lingbo" twice, but no one answered.

When Feng Yi opened the door, he saw a piece of plain paper on the long table, with a line of beautiful small characters written on it, which read: "I feel so sad when I meet you. You want to do great things, but I can't help you. From now on, you will travel far away from home. If you encounter misfortune, it will be your own fault. If you want to find a good match again, we can get married tomorrow. Even though we are far away, I will pray for you."

There was no signature on the letter, but there were water marks on it, like tears. Feng Yi knew it was written by Hong Lingbo.

Feng Yi thought back on his experiences over the past few days and felt overwhelmed.

No wonder Hong Qigong remained single all his life. The relationship between men and women is like a big dye vat. No matter who you are, it is difficult to stay clean once you get involved.

That night, the evening breeze was blowing and the crescent moon was rising.

Feng Yi was sleepless, sitting in the courtyard, thinking about everything. He tried his best to figure out why Hong Lingbo left him and how he felt.

Instead, I became even more entangled. It was a tangled mess that could not be sorted out. I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Once upon a time, a beautiful and capable woman like Hong Lingbo was a rich and beautiful woman that was out of his reach. Not to mention having sex with her many times, even if he had the same idea as others and could not get her, he would still enjoy it.

But as I traveled through time and my martial arts skills improved, everything changed.

I have become a person who only values ​​appearance and ignores connotation. I couldn't help but look up at the moon and sighed in my heart, the moon is bright, but people are ruthless! As soon as this thought came up, the shadows of several women suddenly appeared again, and Feng Yi felt at a loss.

In fact, he knew very well that it would be a good thing for him if there were no women around. But as long as those women existed, it was as if he was tied up by an invisible rope, and he couldn't help but worry about them.

However, they were all very cunning, and he could not handle them at all. Cheng Ying failed. He and her did not have much experience. He just said the cheapest words "I like you", so it was normal for them to disagree.

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Although Li Mochou was seen and touched by me, she acted cruelly and I never turned pale, so it was understandable that she left.

But I had told Hong Lingbo that I liked him and we had had in-depth discussions, but he left without saying goodbye.

Why is this? Could it be that they are supposed to be someone else's wife, the mother of someone else's child, and that he is supposed to be a lonely lone traveler? Feng Yi was in a depressed mood, and he punched and kicked to vent his anger. He practiced the "Nine Yin Manual" and the martial arts of Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng, and also practiced the "Blood Knife Manual" and "Liancheng Sword Skills" of Huang Yaoshi. He sweated through his heavy clothes, and his depression was slightly relieved.

Feng Yi stood there blankly for a while, and suddenly remembered Hong Qigong's words, what is the point of practicing martial arts? He also told Yang Guo that he should kill more Tartars, so he should use more outstanding achievements to prove his own value.

Why are you so sentimental every day? I won't mess with women anymore, is that ok?

For now, let's set a small goal. How can we integrate what we have learned and become a master? In order to divert his thoughts, Feng Yi put aside the shadow of women and devoted himself to studying martial arts.

Feng Yi has learned a lot since he met Ding Dian. Later, he got the Blood Sword Scripture, which contains both internal and external skills and weapons. After meeting Jinlun, Guo Jing, and Huang Yaoshi, he also learned the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, the Nine Yin Manual, and other martial arts.

It's just that these martial arts are very different. The external skills can be activated by one's own Shenzhao Gong, but when it comes to the use of strength, it is irrelevant. If you meet a top master, you will be easily restrained. But it is quite difficult to master it.

Feng Yi thought about it and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "Guo Jing, Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, Master Yideng, they all learned the Nine Yin Manual, but when they are not competing for tricks, why do they all use their own unique skills?

Obviously, they all integrated the martial arts concepts in the Nine Yin Manual into their own learning. If they can do this, why can't I do this?

If I extend my martial arts according to the thread in the Nine Yin Manual, wouldn't it be naturally integrated once I have achieved something?" Thinking of this, Feng Yi did it as he thought.

He had already used the Shen Zhao Gong to open up the Ren and Du meridians, and his true energy possessed both yin and yang. As long as he understood the method, any internal or external skills could be performed according to the method.

He first used the boxing theory of the Nine Yin Manual to perform the "Shadowless Divine Fist". This test was beyond his expectations, and he suddenly felt that he could still improve the Shadowless Divine Fist by relying on the ideas in the Nine Yin Manual.

After he finished practicing the Shadowless Fist, he used the fist and kick skills learned from the Blood Knife Sutra for several moves and had the same feeling again.

Feng Yi was surprised, and as he continued to practice, he suddenly discovered that as long as he performed according to the concept of "Nine Yin Power", he could find corresponding variations for any of the moves he knew.

Feng Yi was shocked when he understood this. He put aside everything and devoted himself to studying the Nine Yin Manual. The more he studied, the more he felt that it was broad and profound. It was like a vast ocean that could absorb hundreds of rivers. Any martial arts in the world could be integrated into it and transformed into unprecedented moves.

It turns out that Huang Shang, the creator of the Nine Yin Scriptures, is a rare genius.

In the past, he followed the order of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty to search for Taoist books all over the world and print the Wanshou Daozang, which has 5,481 volumes. He was actually proficient in Taoism and Taoism, and he also realized the profound principles of martial arts. He learned internal and external skills without a teacher and became a martial arts master.

Later, the Ming Cult rebelled, and Huang Shang was ordered to suppress the rebellion. He killed the Dharma King and the envoy of the Ming Cult. He was a member of the imperial court and did not follow the rules of the martial arts. The relatives and friends of these people were all masters of various sects, and naturally did not follow the rules of the martial arts. So they rushed forward, and Huang Shang killed several people, but was also injured. He desperately fled to a desolate and desolate place to study martial arts.

He memorized every move of the dozens of opponents and pondered over how to break them. It took him more than 40 years to finally figure out how to break every weird and vicious move used by every enemy.

Unfortunately, all the enemies died, and the woman became old and frail. Huang Shang gave up the idea of ​​revenge, but he could not bear to bury the martial arts that contained all the martial arts of the world, so he created the Nine Yin Manual.

It contains both internal strength and many martial arts moves. If the practitioner knows the moves but does not understand the Nine Yin Magic Skills, the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual are not invincible, but if the Nine Yin Magic Skills are understood, those martial arts can be transformed into countless wonderful moves.

Therefore, the magic of the Nine Yin Scriptures lies not in its individual moves but in its meaning. Any martial arts that are in line with the meaning of the law can be reborn, and this is the fundamental reason why it can be called the general outline of martial arts in the world.

Guo Jing was able to incorporate the concepts of the Nine Yin Scriptures into the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and his attainments were even better than Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong can heal his wounds with just a part of his strength, proving his martial arts prowess. Master Yideng can use this skill to shorten the time it takes to recover, and Ouyang Feng can reverse his situation.

This is why Huang Yaoshi was able to compile the quick-learning Nine Yin White Bone Claw and White Python Whip techniques, allowing Zhou Zhiruo to almost sweep the martial arts world a hundred years later.

After that, Feng Yi tried to integrate all his martial arts into the Nine Yin Manual and mastered one. He thought that with his own qualifications, it would be difficult to practice it in practice, but he didn't expect that after a try, he was able to do it easily.

Feng Yi was also surprised at first, but after thinking carefully, he realized that after practicing the "Shen Zhao Jing", his mind and spirit had improved, and he could observe things in detail. Now that he was fully immersed in martial arts, how could he be compared to the stupid boy who knew nothing at the beginning?

What's more, Feng Yi's internal strength is superb. He is well versed in the changes of strength, the importance of lightness and heaviness, and has mastered the art of integrating all martial arts into one.

When he attacked, he said he was using Liancheng swordsmanship, but in reality it was not Liancheng swordsmanship. The same was true for his swordsmanship, fists and feet. His speed of improvement was astonishing.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Feng Yi has learned a lot of complicated things, and he has not been able to master everything, but he has made some progress and his strength has improved greatly. Thinking that the day of the Heroes Conference is approaching, he goes out immediately.

He walked onto the street, thinking that he would first go to Taibai Tower for a big meal and then continue on his journey. After all, he had been concentrating on studying martial arts these days, and his meals were just a quick bite, so he was a little greedy.

But before I even reached Taibai Tower, I suddenly heard someone shouting from the street ahead: "Why don't you pay for your food? Do you think you're being unreasonable?"

Suddenly, a voice as clear as a silver bell but coldly replied: "Money? I don't have any money!"

Hearing this, Feng Yi knew who the person was without even looking. He could not help but frown and thought, "This is really weird? The person Yang Guo couldn't find, I suddenly met him."

He saw a crowd of people gathered on the street immediately. Feng Yi squeezed in and took a look. Sure enough, he saw that familiar person in white clothes.

A thin, withered old man, his lips trembling with anger, shouted, "Everyone, please be fair. Is there anyone in this world who eats without paying?"

But no one paid any attention to it and all of the onlookers were looking at the person in white.

Because the woman was so beautiful, so beautiful that even if she didn't pay for the meal, no one would help him blame her.

If the three views can be changed, it is because of the five views.

The girl was as pretty as a peach, but her face was cold and bloodless, yet she looked elegant and beautiful. People often describe a girl's beauty as "as pretty as a fairy", but no one knows how pretty a fairy is. When they saw the girl, everyone couldn't help but think of the words "as pretty as a fairy".

She seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light smoke and mist, which seemed real and illusory. She was definitely not from this mortal world. Such an otherworldly person must be Xiaolongnu.

Someone immediately said, "It's just a meal. It's worth a few bucks. I'll give it to you."

"Yeah, eat something, you're yelling."

The old man was so angry that he cursed himself for being unlucky when he saw that everyone was blaming him. It seemed that he would never get the money back.

But seeing that she was as beautiful as a fairy, he didn't want to make things difficult for her and was about to walk away. Feng Yi secretly laughed at what he saw.

Xiaolongnu turned her eyes and glanced at everyone. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and fixed on a certain place.

Everyone followed her gaze and saw a tall, handsome young man. The woman in white walked straight towards him and said, "Have you seen Er?"

She finally met an acquaintance and was very excited, but her face remained cold.

Feng Yi frowned slightly and asked, "How do you know that I have seen him?"

Xiao Long Nu was startled when she heard this, and suddenly asked, "Have you really seen him?"

It turned out that after she parted with Yang Guo, she dived back into the stone chamber of the ancient tomb.

Before she was eighteen years old, she lived in the ancient tomb, and her heart was as calm as still water, without any ripples. But after meeting Yang Guo and going through all these twists and turns, it was impossible for her to let go of everything as she did in the past.

Whenever she sat on the cold jade bed to practice martial arts, she would remember that Yang Guo had slept on this bed before; when she sat at the table to eat, she would remember that Yang Guo had accompanied her during her meal.

After practicing for only a short while, I felt irritated and could not continue.

After more than a month, he could no longer bear it and decided to go find Yang Guo, but he had no idea how to treat him after finding him. But no matter what, he would find him first.

After coming down the mountain, she saw everything new. How could she know the road? Whenever she saw a passerby, she would ask, "Have you seen Yang Guo?"

So when she asked Feng Yi just now, it was not because she knew that he had met Yang Guo, but she asked this question to everyone she met.

Of course, when I was hungry, I just took other people's food and ate it without knowing that I should pay, which made me laugh.

Feng Yi nodded and said, "I have seen it."

Xiao Long Nu was overjoyed and asked, "Can you take me to find him?"

At this moment, she had a slight smile on her face, just like a blooming spring flower, which stunned everyone. Feng Yi was even a little dazed.

He had seen Xiao Long Nu before, but this was the first time he saw her smile. He thought, "What man can stand living with a woman like this every day? He has to make her smile for fun."

Before Feng Yi could speak, the old man asked, "Sir, are you acquainted with this girl?"

He had originally not intended to ask for money, but when he saw that she knew Feng Yi, he wanted money again.

Feng Yi knew what he meant, so he took out a silver ingot from his pocket, threw it to him and said, "Is that enough?"

“Enough, enough!”

The old man nodded and bowed, then ran away, thinking: "No wonder this girl is so arrogant, it turns out there is a tall and strong young man backing her up!"

Xiao Long Nu sighed softly: "Is that money?"

Everyone was stunned and thought: "Is this girl stupid?"

Feng Yi sighed in his heart: "This is a person who has never been in touch with the world." He nodded and said: "Yes, that's money." He added: "Miss Long, let's talk while we walk!" and walked away.

When Xiaolongnu heard that he knew Yang Guo's whereabouts, she immediately followed him.

Everyone sighed secretly and dispersed.

Because although Xiaolongnu is beautiful, Feng Yi doesn't look like a good person at all.

They just glanced at his face. When they looked at each other, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool. Everyone felt dizzy and dared not look at him again.

(End of this chapter)