Chapter 179 Gusu Murong

The moonlight is faint, curved like an eyebrow, and the stars are like jade.

The city of Kaifeng is full of mansions and noble houses, with tall buildings all over the city. The long river is deep blue, the moon is hovering, and there are crowds of people, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and merchants gathered together. It is a dazzling sight, just as the saying goes, "The prosperity of the world is all in Bianliang."

Feng Yi walked slowly along the bluestone street, looking left and right.

You can say the Song Dynasty was weak, but you cannot say it was poor.

Especially the city of Bianliang.

He had been here for several days, but he had never really appreciated the prosperity of the city on a moonlit night. He only wanted to stay with Huang Shang, learn the martial arts secrets, and find a place to practice diligently.

But today was really embarrassing.

Feng Yi thought it was natural for Huang Shang to prevent his daughter from contacting him as much as possible, and it was nothing.

Because a playboy like him, who has no fixed place to live and is always in trouble, might get into big trouble at any time, and getting entangled with any woman would harm her.

It is better for those women who have a miserable fate to die with me than to die. With the mentality of doing good deeds, I can feel at ease no matter what.

But he really had no intention of provoking a little girl like Huang Wan'er, otherwise, with his methods, he would have taken advantage of her long ago. However, these girls were young and ignorant, and did not understand their parents' painstaking efforts. Instead, they thought they were the most accurate in judging people.

From ancient times to the present, most girls follow their own hearts, but end up being troubled and regretful.

The number of those who have found their ideal husband is very small, and it is not worth emulating them.

Simply put, if Feng Yi had a daughter, he would never let her be with someone like himself.

But he also understood that in this kind of thing, the more parents try to stop their children, the more they won't listen, and this rebellious mentality is also a problem that cannot be overcome.

Feng Yi thought about it and decided that he could only wait until he and Huang Shang had a thorough understanding of the Yi Jin Jing before quietly leaving.

After all, girls' feelings usually come and go quickly.

Feng Yi strolled wherever he wanted, wandering in Tokyo City, and before he knew it, he arrived at Donghua Gate.

There is a saying from the Song Dynasty: "Only those who sing the names outside the Donghua Gate are good boys." It not only illustrates the highlight moment of the literati in the Song Dynasty, but also illustrates the status of Donghua Gate in the Song Dynasty. There are crowds of people and it is noisy. It has to be said that the Song Dynasty had no curfew and was quite open.

Feng Yi was strolling leisurely when he suddenly felt five strong winds coming from behind.

With Feng Yi's ability, he could naturally ignore it and repel the opponent, but his martial arts had reached this level, his movements were faster than his thoughts, and he subconsciously turned his hand and grabbed a white jade wrist and lifted her up.

The person snorted softly, with a very coquettish look.

She was wearing a men's green gown, her cheeks were smooth like jade, her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, and under her eyebrows, there was a pair of black and white eyes. Who else could it be except Huang Wan'er? Feng Yi loosened his five fingers, took a step back, clasped his fists and said, "It was an unintentional mistake by Feng, I hope the lady will forgive me!"

Huang Wan'er touched the sore spot on her wrist and sneered softly: "What do you mean by waving five strings with your hands to break the body's protective Qi? How come you are fine? You almost broke my wrist. What a lie."

The flick she made just now was indeed the 'wave of the five strings' from the 'Nine Yin Manual'. Her fingers seemed gentle, but they were specifically designed to break all kinds of protective Qi. However, her skills were not good enough, and Feng Yi's skills were much more advanced than his. How could she succeed?

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I am a great martial arts master, there are only one or two people in the world who can hurt me.

You have only practiced for a few days, so your skills are not strong enough, so you can't hurt me, but it's not because your martial arts skills are not good enough!"

He had to let the girl know that martial arts was a good skill, but she had to practice more, and it might save her life in a few decades. If he didn't make it clear, he was afraid that the girl would lose confidence in martial arts.

Huang Wan'er snorted, "Bragging?" She didn't believe it, but she did in her heart, because Feng Yi's expression gave people a feeling of being convinced from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Yi also smiled and stopped explaining, saying, "Why did you come out again at this late hour? Aren't you afraid that your father will worry about you?"

Suddenly, Huang Wan'er whimpered, her voice choking with sobs: "I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I have never cooked for others. How could you do this to me?"

Feng Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Silly girl, do you know what love is? At your age, love is the cheapest and most common thing in the world.

Besides, I might be killed at any time, and I might cause you to be killed as a result.

I can't give you anything except martial arts, so why do you have to do this?"

What Feng Yi said was true. People like him, because they have great abilities, can no longer endure the frustration that others can endure, and they act without scruples, which makes it easy for them to get into grudges.

And with a master like him, he must be a master wherever he goes, and no one can guarantee her safety.

Huang Wan'er snorted coldly, "It sounds like it's for my own good, Mr. Feng. Then what crime should you be charged for abducting me?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "How did I kidnap you?"

Huang Wan'er also smiled and said, "If I go to Kaifeng Prefecture to sue you, will the government believe me or you?"

Feng Yi was speechless after hearing what she said, and said, "Miss, please don't argue with me and don't make things difficult for me."

Feng Yi taught her martial arts, and logically he should be the elder, but she either acted like a spoiled brat or talked back and fooled around, and Feng Yi couldn't do anything about it. Because even her father couldn't do anything about it.

Huang Wan'er put her hands behind her back and said with a smile on her face: "I don't mind making things difficult for you, but you have to accompany me to Fanlou. Dad wanted to take me there, but you disturbed his schedule. You have to accompany me!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "This is not really a compensation, that's exactly what I meant."

This is compensation, not that of compensation, and both of them are dissatisfied.

But Huang Wan'er was extremely happy to see that he agreed, and clapped her hands and said, "Okay, then we'll go together."

The two turned into the alley and around a corner. A gentle breeze blew towards them. Lights were dim on both sides of the river. Boats were floating up the river, and the lights on the boats were swaying in the wind. From time to time, the sounds of zithers, flutes, and pipes and the laughter of men and women could be heard.

Huang Wan'er smiled and said, "Is Tokyo City good?"

Feng Yi said quietly, "How can Tokyo, the most prosperous city in China, not be good? But it's not easy to live in Tokyo!"

He said this with a long sigh, expressing great regret.

Huang Wan'er didn't know that he sighed because decades later this place was burned, killed, looted and destroyed by the Jin people. How miserable would the people who lived happily here in the past be. She thought that he was like his father said, and his heart was not here, so she thought about how to change his mind.

The two stopped in front of an extremely magnificent building with four high roofs.

This building stands out among the numerous luxurious restaurants in Bianliang. It is the famous building among the 72 official restaurants in Tokyo Bianliang, the Baifan Building, also known as the Fan Building.

Ask anyone in Tokyo with a working pair of ears and they will have heard of this name.

There are inns, restaurants, gambling houses and brothels here. It is the largest den of money-spending in the world and a must-go place for people in Bianliang to interact with each other.

If you want to ask someone to do something for you or to show your affection, but you don't come to Fanlou, it means you are not sincere enough.

For example, before Lin Chong was killed, he was invited to a meal at Fanlou.

The two of them leisurely went up to the building and saw that it was indeed luxuriously decorated. The halls, corridors and private rooms were all hung with pearl curtains and embroidered foreheads, which made it elegant and warm.

Standing by the window on the third floor, you can have a panoramic view of the night view of Beijing.

The buildings with double eaves look like thousands of birds flying high in the sky, the candlelight flickers, and a long river below winds around the foot of Bianliang, still and quiet. The moonlight pours down, giving the surface of the river a layer of light frost.

Feng Yi was in a good mood, pointed at the river and said, "What river is this?"

Huang Wan'er said, "This is the Zhangwei River. The night view here is the most beautiful, especially on the first night of the first lunar month, when a colorful lantern is lit in each tile ridge on the eaves, which really makes people feel like they are in a fairyland on earth."

Accompanied by the romantic songs and dances, poetry and laughter, Feng Yi couldn't help but think of a poem, and said leisurely: "The songs and dances in Liangyuan are full of romance, and the good wine is like a knife to relieve sorrow. I remember the happy times in my youth, and the lights on in the alum tower late at night, hehe..."

Huang Wan'er clapped her hands and said, "Such a good poem that fits the occasion. Big brother, you can write so eloquently. I admire you!"

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "I don't have that ability, this was done by someone else."

We have to admit that people in the Song Dynasty knew how to have fun. This place really lives up to the saying "Remembering the many happy times in my youth, and going to the alum tower with lights on late at night", a super casual aesthetic atmosphere.

The two of them quickly went up to the third floor, where they saw a bustling scene with people everywhere. Huang Wan'er had hoped that she would never finish walking up the floor, but in the end she was disappointed.

Feng Yi took a quick look around and saw that there were a lot of people here, most of whom seemed to be reading. He originally wanted to find a table by the window to watch the night view of Bianliang and drink in the breeze, but there were no empty seats, so he could only sit at a table nearby.

Huang Wan'er took the menu from the waiter and said, "I'm the host today, don't snatch it from me."

Seeing her excited face, Feng Yi didn't want to spoil her fun, so he nodded with a smile.

Huang Wan'er thought that she had to make Feng Yi feel nostalgic for Tokyo today, so she called to the waiter, "Serve all the signature dishes first, and if they are not enough, order more."

She was still childish, with a clear voice, and her words were spoken with great heroism, causing everyone in the hall to turn their heads and look at her.

The waiter had probably never heard of anyone ordering food this way, and seeing that the boy was a teenager, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Young sir, would you like to have one of our signature dishes?"

Huang Wan'er knew that Fanlou's signature dishes were too much for the two of them to finish. But when she heard the waiter add the word "young" in front of the guest, she felt very uncomfortable. She slapped her silver bag on the table and said, "Are you taking advantage of my young age and are you afraid that I will eat your food for free?"

These words should have been said with confidence, to be considered heroic. But her family was not wealthy after all, and they only spent three or five taels of silver a month.

Even though I got the money for my father's coffin today to treat Feng Yi to a banquet, I'm afraid it won't be enough to pay the bill.

In this way, wouldn't my first dinner party in my life become a joke? He lowered his voice.

Feng Yi guessed her thoughts and whispered, "Don't worry, Mr. Huang. I have some money here. You can use it first."

Seeing that Huang Wan was full of childishness and childishness and in a very good mood, he jokingly called her "Hero Huang".

The waiter wanted to say more, but Feng Yi glanced at him. The waiter felt inexplicably cold in his heart and dared not say more. He just apologized and started to make arrangements.

Huang Wan'er was still not satisfied, so she called out again, "Bring two more kilograms of the best wine." She turned to look at Feng Yi and said with a grin, "Wait for me to toast Master Feng."

She even joked with Feng Yi and called him a hero.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi's gaze was directed towards a table by the east window.

Because he just heard the name "Feng Yi".

There were two women and one man sitting at the table. One of the women was wearing a lotus-colored gauze shirt, revealing her black hair, which was gently tied up with a silver ribbon. It not only outlined her slender waist, but also made her look graceful and radiant. Her every move revealed an indescribable charm.

The other woman in green was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with an oval face. Her appearance was not absolutely beautiful, but her fair complexion gave her an indescribable elegance and beauty.

The two of them were chatting and laughing quietly as if they were alone, completely unaware that they had become the focus of Feng Yi's attention.

Their eyes drifted towards Huang Wan'er from time to time, and then they burst into laughter again.

When the woman in lotus-colored clothes turned around, Feng Yi saw her face clearly at a glance. She looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with calm curved eyebrows, delicate features, a straight nose, and fair cheeks. Her expression seemed to be cold, playful, melancholy, and stubborn, giving people a different kind of stunning feeling.

But at this time, his eyes were more focused on the man sitting at the same table.

The man was sitting opposite the two women, wearing a large straw raincoat on his head. He was slowly pouring a glass of wine into his mouth, but his back was facing away from him, so he couldn't see his face clearly. Even Huang Wan'er's nouveau riche behavior just now did not make him turn back.

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Huang Wan'er saw that Feng Yi's eyes were not on her, so she gently poked him. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a commotion downstairs, and a hoarse, old voice shouted, "Why don't you let me in? I didn't say I don't pay for meals."

A waiter immediately followed up with an angry scolding, as if trying to stop someone from going upstairs.

Everyone heard it clearly, but no one cared.

Soon, there was a sudden noise on the stairs, followed by an old man rushing up with unsteady steps.

Everyone upstairs was startled by this man's appearance.

The old man had a pale face, as if he was seriously ill. He was wearing ragged grey clothes, and it was hard to tell how old he was.

Everyone was just wondering when a sturdy man ran up the stairs, grabbed the man's arm and pushed him downstairs, cursing as he pushed him, "Old man, how can you be so ignorant of the rules? Didn't I tell you to wait outside the door and bring you some leftovers? Why did you come upstairs by yourself?"

The old man did not take it as an insult, he laughed dryly and scolded: "When did the master beg from you? Don't look down on others with your dog eyes."

When the man saw the old man scolding him, he immediately raised his fist to hit him.

I heard a noisy quarrel upstairs. A fat old man came upstairs panting with seven or eight people, cursing, "You beggar, don't you know where you are?"

He waved to his men and shouted, "Take him to the government and punish him."

Upon hearing that, the people rushed forward and started beating the old man with their fists and feet.

Sending the fight to the authorities is what Fan Lou does.

The old man murmured, "Is there no one in the Song Dynasty who can uphold justice?"

Before he finished speaking, a few hissing sounds were heard, and the seven or eight people who had surrounded him were all speechless, waving their fists and kicking their feet, standing still, like wooden or stone carvings.

As the diners upstairs were surprised, they heard a few "knock knock knock" sounds and a few more chopsticks appeared under those people's feet.

Feng Yi saw clearly that it was the man wearing a bamboo hat who grabbed the chopsticks in the chopstick holder, shook his wrist slightly, and seven or eight chopsticks flew out of the holder like meteors and hit the acupoints of these people.

The man said leisurely: "I've treated him as a guest, why should I be violent?" His voice was very clear.

As he spoke, he swung his hand and another pair of chopsticks flew out, unblocking the acupoints of the thugs who were grinning and had weird expressions.

Huang Wan'er was dazzled by what she saw. With her mouth wide open, she murmured, "Is this acupuncture? Big brother, do you know how to do this?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly.

The shopkeeper's face darkened, anger was hidden in his eyes, and he said, "Would you please leave your name?"

The man didn't even turn his head and smiled gently: "You are not qualified to ask my name!"

He pressed acupuncture points and unblocked the acupuncture points lightly, and did not leave any room for ambiguity in his words. It seemed that he did not buy Fan Lou's idea.

The fat old man sneered and was about to speak when he saw the woman in green standing up and said, "Old man, harmony brings wealth, right? Why are you so angry?"

Her voice was clear and gentle, with a Jiangnan accent, and her tone was soft and glutinous, very pleasant to the ear. As she spoke, she handed an ingot of gold to the fat old man.

The fat old man weighed the gold, snorted coldly, and led his men downstairs.

He also knew that the other party had such miraculous means that he was not easy to deal with. No matter how powerful Fan Lou's backers were, they were not his, so he had to take advantage of the situation.

The upstairs finally quieted down, and the man bowed to the old man and said, "If you don't mind, please come and sit with us."

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "I never accept charity from anyone!" Then he walked to an empty table and sat down.

While he was thinking, he heard the woman in green say, "Old man, my young master helped you out, but you don't even want to thank him?"

The man in the bamboo hat said, "Abi, why are you meddling in other people's business?" He was obviously very dissatisfied.

The lotus-clothed woman said softly, "Cousin, this is the capital, why do you have to cause trouble? Let's go."

It was quiet upstairs at this time and everyone could hear her voice clearly.

To say it is as delicate as a yellow oriole, as crisp as a silver bell, or as clear and bright as the collision of jade stones seems appropriate.

Because it sounds so beautiful.

This made some people lose their minds and they couldn't help but think that even if they were scolded by this voice, they would be willing to do so.

But the man's face darkened, and he shouted, "Helping the weak and punishing the strong is the duty of a hero. Even if I were to meet evil men like Qiao Feng and Feng Yi, I would not give in, let alone this insignificant Fanlou!"

His words were so loud that everyone was shocked.

As long as one has been in the martial arts world, few people are unaware of the reputation of Qiao Feng. Even Feng Yi's performance at Juxian Manor has also increased his reputation.

As for the scholars, it was because his words showed even more contempt for Fan Lou, which was tantamount to contempt for the Song Dynasty.

Huang Wan'er's heart couldn't help but tremble, and she couldn't help but glance at Feng Yi, because she didn't understand why her lover was a demon? Feng Yi looked calm, as if he didn't hear anything, but he cast his eyes on the old man in gray.

It turned out that when Feng Yi heard his hoarse voice, he knew that he was using his superior internal energy to squeeze the sound out of his throat, and it was not his original voice.

Moreover, he looked like skin and bones, but his cloudy old eyes flashed with a sharp light when the thugs' fists fell, and it was obvious that he had a very high level of internal strength. His face was expressionless, and the whiteness seemed not to be its real color, but as if he was wearing a human skin mask.

As for those people, Feng Yi determined from their names that they were Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, and A-Bi.

Feng Yi didn't care about their appearance here.

Murong Fu thinks about restoring his country every day. It would be strange if he came to Zhongzhou but not to the capital.

Huang Wan'er had no choice but to control her temper, using the internal energy taught to her by Feng Yi and listening attentively.

Wang Yuyan was embarrassed by her cousin's rebuke and said, "My cousin is right, but Qiao Feng and Feng Yi have joined forces. Let's go home first and then make a long-term plan."

There was something else in her mind that she hadn't said: "I don't know who is better, Feng Yi, but how can your martial arts be compared to Qiao Feng, let alone the two of them!"

Ah Bi also whispered: "Yes, Master, maybe Qiao Feng is stronger than you now, but in a few years, Master's martial arts will definitely be the best in the world!"

Both women were in love with Murong Fu, so they praised him as much as possible.

Suddenly, there were three "hehehe" cold laughs, the sound was very harsh, like the collision of metal.

This smile immediately surprised everyone. It turned out to be the old man who was rescued by Murong Fu.

Ah Bi said angrily, "Why are you sneering?"

The old man said coldly: "I just didn't expect that it would be so easy to be the best in the world. All it takes is a few beautiful women to flatter me. It seems that before I do anything big, I have to bring a few more girls with me."

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned at first, and Huang Wan'er couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Her smile immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Wang Yuyan and A-Bi's cheeks flushed red, they knew that what they had just said had been heard by someone and they had embarrassed themselves.

Ah Bi's eyes were filled with anger, and she couldn't help but say, "At your age, you are not ashamed to listen to others talking!"

Murong Fu frowned and waved his hand, saying, "If you argue with a fool, you will lose your status for nothing!"

Just as he finished speaking, the old man sneered, "Pretentious person? Identity? Do you think they are right? Do you not take Qiao Feng and Feng Yi seriously?"

Murong Fu said proudly, "Qiao Feng is fine, but Feng Yi just killed Yun Zhonghe and he dared to speak so arrogantly. If I meet him, I will ask for advice. You don't need to worry about it!"

At this point, Huang Wan'er could no longer hold back, slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "I think you are the one who is talking nonsense and looking down on others!"

Murong Fu suddenly turned around and said coldly, "Miss, are you going to stand up for justice?"

(End of this chapter)