Chapter 178 Meeting the Legend

Feng Yi went back to Tongbai City again, sneaked into the county government office and stole several hundred taels of silver. He left the city and used his lightness skills to run as fast as lightning. Just after dawn, he ran more than a hundred miles and arrived in Bianliang.

It can also be called Kaifeng or Tokyo, and was the capital of the Song Dynasty.

Feng Yi went straight into the east gate, found a pawnshop, and asked an official named Huang Shang for information.

Yes, it is Huang Shang, the author of Nine Yin Scriptures.

There may be other people who are proficient in Sanskrit and can translate the Yi Jin Jing, but none of them can make Feng Yi feel more at ease than Huang Shang.

He had already inquired about it from Qiao Feng and Azhu. It was the seventh year of Yuanyou at that time, and the son of Song Shenzong was the emperor. He certainly knew that this was the reign title of Song Huizong's brother, Zhezong.

With Feng Yi paying a large sum of money to pave the way, he soon learned Huang Shang's information and address.

Because although Huang Shang realized the magical power during the reign of Emperor Huizong of Song, it was still twenty years away from now.

However, he passed the imperial examination and entered the officialdom during the Yuanfeng period, which was the reign of Song Shenzong, the father of Song Zhezong and Song Huizong.

There are tens of thousands of officials in the world, but there have only been a handful of number one scholars over thousands of years. He is also a celebrity and his information is not difficult to find.

Huang Shang had served as the assistant judge of Yuezhou, doctor of the Imperial College, proofreader of the Secretariat, and chancellor of the Grand Chamberlain. He is currently serving as the deputy minister of the Ministry of Examination and his home is in the capital.

After Feng Yi found out, he went to the street to have a meal, changed into new clothes, bought a folding fan, went to the bathhouse to take a bath, got a haircut, combed his hair, and dressed himself up.

Feng Yi knew that the Song Dynasty valued culture over military power, so if he was going to meet an official, he should dress decently, which would be good for everyone.

When Feng Yi came out of the bathhouse, night had already fallen. He gently waved his folding fan and walked leisurely towards Huang Shang's residence.

Feng Yi walked along the way. On both sides of the street, there were sounds of hawking. The riverside was crowded with tourists and there were rows of pleasure boats on the river.

In the brothels, red sleeves were waving, orioles were singing, children were playing, girls were parading, lanterns and red hairpins were swaying. It was a scene of prosperity and joy everywhere, which perfectly reflected the prosperity of the Song Dynasty.

Feng Yi thought that once this famous city fell into the hands of the Jin people, the grand scene of music and singing would no longer exist.

I don’t know if my preparation will be useful.

Because if Xiao Feng had not followed the original trajectory and gone outside the Great Wall, Wanyan Aguda would have been killed by Yelu Hongji.

If Xiao Feng went, he also promised to kill the other party.

So it's double insurance.

As for whether it can be done as you wish.

It means man proposes, God disposes.

Who can see the future? Feng Yi followed the information given by the dentist and asked passers-by. He walked to a house and looked up.

Compared with other official houses with huge red doors and flying eaves, the facade of this house was a little smaller in scale, but it also had weeping willows in front of the house, and the word "yellow" was written on the lantern above the door.

The plaque on the door reads "Huang Mansion" with a calm and unrestrained stroke. At the end of the plaque, there are the three words "Written by Huang Shang". Feng Yi was startled. These two words were actually written by Huang Shang himself. He couldn't help but admire this martial arts genius even more.

There is also a little more desire.

Feng Yi straightened his clothes, walked forward, and knocked on the door latch lightly, "ding ding" a few times.

The door creaked open a crack, and a servant poked his head out and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

Feng Yi held the fan and clasped his fists, saying in a clear voice: "Please tell Mr. Huang that I, Feng Yi, would like to see you."

The manservant opened the door and said with a smile, "Do you have a visiting card?"

To get involved in the officialdom, the business world, and the underworld, one must have a name card. If one wants to see someone, one must first hand in a name card or a visiting card. Feng Yi knew this, but after he became a martial artist, he was able to roam the world. Wherever he went, he gave face to the other party. How could there be a visiting card? Feng Yi had no choice but to say, "Please inform me, big brother." He gave him a silver ingot.

The male servant took it and looked Feng Yi up and down. Seeing that he was dressed elegantly and handsome, he did not dare to be too neglectful. He turned around and said, "Uncle Huang, someone wants to see the master, but he doesn't have a visiting card. Give me some money."

Feng Yi's face darkened. Is he so rude?

At this time, a thin old servant came out, looked at Feng Yi, his eyes flashed, and said: "Master is very busy, how can he have time to see idle people?" Then he threw the silver to him and closed the door.

Even though Feng Yi knew that the literati in the Song Dynasty had a high status, he did not expect that his effective way of opening the door with money would also be rejected.

Feng Yi sighed slightly, walked away slowly, and when he reached the west wall, his figure flashed and he jumped in.

If the main entrance is blocked, just sneak in.

If necessary, he would dare to go to the imperial palace, let alone here.

Although Feng Yi saw that there were many rooms in the Huang Mansion and didn't know which room Huang Shang was in, it was night and he had plenty of ways.

While observing and searching on the roof with Qinggong, he suddenly heard an old voice: "Is the master still in the study?"

A servant replied, "Yes!"

Feng Yi recognized the voice of the man as that of the old servant from before. Knowing that the man was skilled in martial arts, he held his breath and followed him. He saw the man walking towards a bright room.

Feng Yi approached the study silently, stretched out his finger and licked it in his mouth, wetting a small hole in the window paper. He stretched his eyes and looked inside, and saw a man in a brocade robe, writing furiously at the desk.

The old servant came in and reported, "Master, a young man named Feng Yi asked to see you just now."

The man looked up and saw that he was about fifty years old, with delicate features, three long beards, and a dignified look. He said, "Feng Yi? I haven't heard of him!"

The old servant said, "He doesn't have a name card. I have already sent him away."

The master hummed, and the old servant retreated.

As soon as Feng Yi saw the man in the room, he guessed that this person was Huang Shang. This kind of demeanor fully demonstrated his wealth of knowledge and elegance. If he had learned the magical skills through Taoist scriptures, his appearance with three strands of white beard would make him look like an immortal.

After the old servant walked away, Feng Yi could no longer wait to meet this martial arts legend, so he suddenly opened the window, jumped in, and said, "Mr. Huang, I am sorry for coming here uninvited. Please forgive me!"

Huang Shang was startled and stood up suddenly. He looked at Feng Yi carefully, but he saw that he had an extraordinary demeanor and admitted his fault right away. His anger also subsided a little, and he said, "Okay, the person who asked to see you just now is you, sir?"

"That's right!" Feng Yi said, "Are you Huang Shang, the top scholar?"

Huang Shang said sternly: "Yes, it is me. What do you want?"

Feng Yi bowed and said, "I have heard that Mr. Huang is knowledgeable and well-versed in both Chinese and Western cultures, so I have a favor to ask of you."

Huang Shang said, "You are a very handsome man, but I have never heard of you. You sneaked into the house as fast as a cat, which must be martial arts. You must be a martial artist. I am a civil official, how can I help you?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "To be honest with you, Mr. Huang, I am indeed a martial artist. I have a Sanskrit book that I would like to ask you to translate. Unfortunately, I don't have a name card, so I can only ask you to translate it. Please forgive me."

Huang Shang's impression of warriors was that they were rude and impolite, but seeing Feng Yi's humble and polite words, coupled with his handsome appearance and calm demeanor, he liked him at first sight, and once again diluted some of his vigilance and hostility. He smiled slightly and said, "I wonder what book it is."

Feng Yi said: "Please have a look, Master Huang."

As he spoke, he took out the oilcloth of the Yi Jin Jing and tore it open. Without moving his arm, the secret book lightly fell on the desk, as if it was handed to Huang Shang by an invisible hand.

Huang Shang couldn't help but admire him and said, "This must be the legendary martial arts. Master Feng is indeed extraordinary."

Feng Yi said with a smile: "It's just a trifle. Please forgive me for making fun of you. You can call me Xiao Feng or Xiao Yi, but you can't call me Master Feng. I feel unworthy of that title!"

Huang Shang said with a smile: "How dare I, Master Feng, please take a seat and talk."

Feng Yi sat down. Huang Shang was about to ask the servants to serve tea when she heard a sweet voice: "Daddy!"

The voice can be heard before the person arrives, and it is as beautiful as a nightingale.

“Daddy…”

I saw a girl of about sixteen or seventeen running in from the door. She had a slender and graceful figure, a pretty and fair face, and was a real beauty.

The girl ran into the hall and said to Huang Shang with a smile, "You have a day off tomorrow, so you should take me to Fanlou, right?"

Huang Shang said with a serious expression: "Wan'er, we have distinguished guests here, so we must not be rude!"

When the girl heard her father speak, she realized that there was someone there. She couldn't help but look at Feng Yi and bowed.

Feng Yi also hurriedly stood up to return the greeting, but when their eyes met, Huang Wan'er suddenly had a dazed look in her eyes, her face turned red, and she quietly turned her head away.

Feng Yi just thought that she was shy as a girl, which was normal.

Huang Shang felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.

Because his daughter is impetuous and carefree, and she never dares to look a man in the eye.

Huang Shang said, "Wan'er, ask Mr. Huang to serve tea!"

"Oh." The girl ran out.

Huang Shang smiled and said, "This girl has been spoiled by me since she was a child, please don't be surprised!"

Feng Yi said, "No, no, your daughter is beautiful and has a lovely personality..." He wanted to say "lovely" or "lovable", but he felt it was inappropriate, so he kept silent. He thought, "Huang Shang's family was killed later, maybe this girl was involved, how could she pass the Nine Yin Manual to him?"

Huang Shang thought about it, picked up the scripture, flipped through a few pages, frowned slightly and said: "This is Indian language."

"Yes!" Feng Yi said: "Master Huang is indeed extraordinary!"

As she spoke, Huang Wan'er walked in with a few bowls of tea and handed a bowl to Feng Yi.

Huang Shang said, "My humble abode is simple and I hope you won't mind my neglect."

"You're welcome." Feng Yi picked up the bowl and took a sip. Huang Wan'er sat quietly beside him.

Huang Shang glanced at his daughter and was about to speak when he heard his daughter say, "Daddy is talking to the young master, I will serve you tea and water."

Huang Shang shook his head helplessly, looked at Feng Yi, and said: "Master Feng, I think this book seems to be a Buddhist thing. It records the names of acupuncture points, and seems to teach people how to practice Qigong. Maybe I am not well-educated and I think too much."

Feng Yi was delighted: "Huang Shang is indeed knowledgeable!"

He said, "No, sir, you are not suspicious. With your intuition and knowledge, this is definitely correct. This is a martial arts secret book."

Huang Shang saw that he spoke with confidence, as if he knew him better than himself.

But Huang Wan'er asked happily: "Mr. Feng, do you know martial arts?"

Feng Yi smiled and nodded: "A little bit."

Huang Wan'er said, "Then what rank are you in the world? I heard from my father that last month General Helian Tieshu of Xixia came to meet His Majesty and the Empress Dowager, saying that they, the First Rank Hall of Xixia, are all the best in the world, showing off their power. Compared with you, who is better?"

Helian Tieshu, the general of the Western Xia expedition, met the emperor and the empress dowager in Tokyo before leading the masters of Yipintang to the Luoyang headquarters to look for the Beggars' Gang. Coincidentally, the Beggars' Gang went south to the south of the Yangtze River because of Ma Dayuan's death, so they rushed to Wuxi and captured the Beggars' Gang with "Beisu Qingfeng". All this happened not long ago.

Huang Shang also turned his gaze to Feng Yi: "Haha. My daughter is very curious, and so am I.

I heard from my colleagues that there is a strange man in Yipintang of Xixia who can bewitch people without even opening his mouth to speak.

I have heard that he has committed many evil deeds and is known as the greatest villain in the world, but he has never been punished. Is he the best martial artist in the world?"

Feng Yi laughed and said: "The way of martial arts is ever-changing, with all kinds of interactions, so who dares to claim to be the best?

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Duan Yanqing's method was to speak with ventriloquism because he was injured and could not speak. The reason why he could bewitch people's minds was because of his deep internal strength. But when he met a master, he dared not speak, for fear of being injured by the internal strength.

Therefore, the reason why he, the world's greatest villain, can survive to this day is not just because of his martial arts."

Huang Shang heard this and didn't know the taboos in the martial arts world, so he couldn't help but ask bluntly: "So this number one villain in the world is a bully who only fears the strong and only lives to this day, but I wonder what are the chances of Feng Ye winning if he meets him?"

Feng Yi was not modest and said with a smile: "I don't want to bully the disabled. If he is more sensible, he can live longer."

Huang Wan'er's eyes lit up and she looked full of joy.

Huang Shang thought to himself, "The little kid still doesn't know how to be humble. Duan Yanqing is known as the number one villain in the world, so I'm afraid he's not easy to deal with." He said, "Master Feng, you look young and have such martial arts skills. Don't you want to take the imperial examination and serve the court?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "To be honest, sir, I only like martial arts, fame and fortune are not what I seek."

Huang Wan'er said, "Mr. Feng, no wonder you are so good at martial arts. Come on, come to my room and tell me some strange stories in the martial arts world."

Feng Yi smiled but said nothing. Huang Shang snorted, "Wan'er, as a woman, how can you behave like this?"

Huang Wan'er also felt that it was inappropriate to call a man into the room in the middle of the night, and stuck out her tongue.

Huang Shang said, "Master Feng, even if I want to translate your book, it will probably take more than a day!"

Feng Yi pondered and said, "I know this, so I will come back in seven days, okay?"

Huang Wan'er said anxiously, "Dad, we have so many houses, can't we just let Master Feng stay here?"

Feng Yi was frightened when he heard this.

He actually wanted to stay so as not to lose the secret book, but when this woman said it, it didn't sound right.

He knew very well how wary a father was of "yellow-haired" children.

Although he did not underestimate himself, he also knew that in front of officials, Jianghu people were just yellow-haired people, especially the civil servants in the Song Dynasty.

While she was thinking about it, she heard Huang Shang say with a smile: "Master Feng, I wonder if you can accept my daughter as your disciple and teach her some self-defense skills?"

Huang Wan'er shuddered all over and her mouth opened slightly.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "It is my duty!"

From what he said, we can tell what he meant. It's obvious that Huang Shang doesn't want his daughter to have anything to do with people in the underworld.

Huang Shang saw that he understood the situation and smiled. Huang Wan'er was still standing there in a daze. Huang Shang suddenly shouted, "Wan'er, why don't you kneel down and become my disciple!"

Huang Wan'er said reluctantly, "Who cares?" She turned around and ran out of the house.

Instantly, the room returned to silence. After a while, Huang Shang slowly said, "Sir, don't blame me!"

Feng Yi laughed: "Why do you say that, Master Huang? Parents who love their children will make far-reaching plans for them. The martial arts world is dangerous, and warriors have many grudges. It is indeed not a good match for children. But the court is also like this!"

Huang Shang was even more pleased to see that he had such insight and nodded slightly. At this time, the old servant walked in.

Huang Shang said, "Mr. Huang, take Young Master Feng to rest. Don't treat him badly."

"Yes." The old servant looked at Feng Yi and said slowly, "Please come in!" and led the way.

Feng Yi said goodbye to Huang Shang and left.

The old servant led the way and came to a corridor. He looked around, but seeing no one was there, he suddenly stopped and clapped his hands backwards.

Feng Yi felt a gust of wind coming at him. His martial arts skills were not weak, almost at the level of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist. He said lightly: "Old man, I have no ill intentions."

The old servant used to be a gangster, and became a servant after being saved by Huang Shang.

But he had never thought that a person's martial arts could be so high. He felt his wrist tighten, as if an iron hoop was added, and he could not move at all.

Feng Yi waved his hand lightly, and the old servant flew out of the corridor.

The old servant landed smoothly again. It was obvious that Feng Yi had mastered the skill to perfection. He stared at him, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Boy, no matter how good your martial arts are, if you do something wrong in the Huang family, I will fight you to the death."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I dare not!" He thought to himself, "If I play tricks, can you stop me?"

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant laugh was heard. A slender figure was reflected in the moonlight.

There was continuous laughter, and a woman came out from behind the pillar. It was Huang Wan'er.

She changed her clothes at this time, wrapped in tight clothes, with a firm chest and a thin waist, which made Feng Yi's heart moved. He heard her say: "Uncle Huang, you really can't beat him, right?"

As she moved forward, a scent made Feng Yi even more intoxicated.

The old servant snorted, "Boy, with your martial arts skills, you are extraordinary in the world. I hope you keep your word." After saying that, he turned and left.

Huang Wan'er said, "Mr. Feng, please follow me."

She walked about twenty steps with Feng Yi and came to a room. It was small, but it had everything you need for food, clothing and daily necessities.

She sat down and said, "You can rest here."

Feng Yi sighed and asked, "How old are you?"

Huang Wan'er blushed and whispered, "Almost sixteen."

When Feng Yi heard this, he immediately gave up the idea. If he had any more thoughts, he would have committed a crime. He said, "Go back, girl."

Huang Wan'er said: "No, I want to hear you tell me stories about the underworld."

Feng Yi saw her big eyes were crystal clear, like pearls, and smiled: "Okay, I'll tell you about it."

So he told the story of Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua, but skipped the incident of his intrusion.

This result really scared the girl.

Because Ling Tui Si is an official, Ding Dian is a gangster, and Ling Shuanghua is also a lady from an official family.

The ending was so chilling that Huang Wan'er didn't dare to listen anymore and went back to the house.

During the remaining days, Huang Shang was busy handling official business during the day and usually returned home very late.

Huang Wan'er would run to Feng Yi's room every day, calling him "Brother Feng" left and right, which made Feng Yi's heart flutter.

Huang Wan'er was at the age of first falling in love, and Feng Yi's extraordinary martial arts and handsome appearance had already made her remember him in her heart.

After all, it is not an empty talk that women like to be captured by scheming or powerful men.

Feng Yi also clearly felt that the little girl had developed feelings for him, but he really didn't dare to touch such a girl, nor did he want to touch her.

He immediately taught her the "Chapter on Changing Muscles and Strengthening Bones" from the Nine Yin Scriptures.

This is a miraculous feat. Huang Shang created this skill during the reign of Emperor Huizong of Song, which is nearly 20 years away from now. He is already a 70-year-old man, but he has still become a master. This shows how miraculous this set of skills is.

Feng Yiyan said that this was a skill for strengthening the body and asked her to pass it on to her father. Huang Wan'er was naturally happy.

Feng Yi taught carefully, on the one hand to change the subject, and on the other hand he felt that returning the item to its original owner so that the Huang family could protect themselves was also a good thing.

That evening, Feng Yi and Huang Shang were drinking and talking in the pavilion. Although Huang Shang was knowledgeable at that time, he was not the same Huang Shang who had read all the Taoist scriptures and realized the magic skills by himself. His martial arts concepts were not enough, so Feng Yi had to teach him.

Huang Wan'er came up gently, holding a wooden tray, and said shyly, "Brother Feng, I made bird's nest and lotus seed soup, please try it."

Huang Shang said, "I didn't know my daughter was so clever and skillful. I wonder if I am so blessed..."

Feng Yi smiled slightly, but Huang Wan'er rolled her eyes at her father and said crisply: "I have never cooked for you, but I learned it myself. Why are you being so sarcastic? Humph..." She suddenly put down the plate, paused, and turned away.

Huang Shang was startled. He looked at his daughter, then at Feng Yi, and stammered, "Uh... this..."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I have been in Tokyo for a few days, but I haven't been out for a walk. It's a good opportunity to go out for a walk!"

Huang Shang let out a long sigh when he saw his back disappear.

People with different ideals cannot work together!

(End of this chapter)