Chapter 203: Obliterating Conscience

Ah Zi and the Xingxiu Sect's people were looking at this in disbelief. These people had just learned Feng Yi's name and looked frightened, but now they were all scrambling to fight Feng Yi. They really didn't know what they were doing.

In their opinion, the most correct thing to do should be to kowtow to Feng Yi and beg for mercy or run away immediately, and be a hero who knows how to deal with the current situation!

Only people like Xuan Nan, Xuan Tong and the Eight Friends of Hangu, who know how to respect their teachers and are loyal to their parents, can see the painstaking efforts of Deng Baichuan and Bao Bu Tong.

The story of Feng Yi and Murong Fu was widely spread in the martial arts world. If Feng Yi was really a useless person, it would not be worth mentioning. But after seeing him today, it was obviously not the case.

How could he swallow this humiliation when he was carrying such an art? If he met Murong Fu today, there would be a moment to clear his name.

However, how good is Feng Yi's martial arts, whether Murong Fu can defeat him, others do not know the foundation, naturally just have doubts, but as Murong's retainers, they are greatly shocked! Deng Baichuan and others are all heroes, and they are loyal to Murong Fu, so they simply risk their lives to test it out, so that when Murong Fu fights with them, they can also understand more and increase their chances of winning.

Bao Bu Tong was unwilling to let his elder brother take risks, so he deliberately boasted that he could block Feng Yi's hundred moves. In fact, he hoped that Feng Yi would use all his strength to attack him in a rage.

Even if he died at that time, he would be able to see Feng Yi's ability and make plans for the future.

After all, wasn't it Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e who tested Qiao Feng's martial arts skills that day? How could Feng Yi not see what they were thinking? He slowly stood up, sighed, shook his head and said, "Bao Bu Tong, except for your foul mouth, you are also a character. It's a pity that you have become a servant of the Murong family, so your life is not so good."

Bao Bu Tong smiled and said, "No, no, I am not a servant of the Murong family, but a retainer of the Murong family. Only people like those of the Xingxiu Sect are your servants."

Feng Yi said calmly: "Bao Bu Tong, you said that I can't defeat you with a hundred moves. If I get angry and kill you with one move, aren't you afraid? Don't you regret it?"

"No, no!" Bao Bu Tong said with a smile: "It's not that I'm not afraid, but I don't regret it!

As the saying goes, a real man does what he should do and does not do what he should not do!

Since you and my son Murong have a grudge, how can I turn a blind eye and ignore it? Even if I die in your hands, it will be an honorable death! "

Feng Yi chuckled and nodded: "How could the Murong family have such righteous and loyal subordinates like you? Well, let me see if you can last a hundred moves!"

Without any movement, he had already flown out of the pavilion.

Bao Bu Tong's heart sank. He lifted his robe, walked out of the pavilion, and bowed to Zheng Rong, saying, "I know that I can never match your martial arts even if I practice for ten lifetimes, but I just don't accept it. But because you can stand up to greet me, I respect you as a person and a hero!"

Feng Yi said calmly: "It's not your martial arts that deserve me to stand up, but your brotherhood, which is precious! If I sit down and fight with you, it would be a blasphemy to the word 'friendship', so you should attack!"

Bao Bu Tong laughed loudly, his figure flashed, and his palms flew towards Feng Yi.

Bao Bu Tong is the owner of Jinfeng Manor, a subordinate of Murong. In the past, dozens of people from Qinjiazhai and Qingcheng Sect came to "Tingxiang Water Pavilion" to seek revenge, but were easily subdued by him. He even fought with Elder Song, one of the four elders of the Beggar Gang who was armed with a weapon, to a draw. His martial arts skills are really amazing.

It was precisely because he and Feng Bo'e were so powerful in martial arts, yet they were Murong Fu's subordinates, that made Qiao Feng think even more highly of Murong Fu.

At this moment, the two palms struck, and the strong wind whistled, but Feng Yi neither dodged nor resisted. However, when Bao Bu Tong's two palms hit him, he felt Feng Yi's muscles sag inwards, and his palms were empty, and there was nowhere to exert force. Just as he was about to exert force again, he suddenly felt a wisp of cold air flowing through his palms into his meridians, and Bao Bu Tong shuddered.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Sorry for the offense!" With a slight shake of his body, Bao Bu Tong flew out a few feet away, fell heavily to the ground, and curled up into a ball.

Feng Yi, however, stood still, looking extremely relaxed.

With his martial arts skills, plus the ice silkworm's cold poison, if he used all his strength, he could kill all ten Bao Bu Tong with just one move.

But he had no intention of killing anyone, he just wanted to make Bao Bu Tong suffer a little, and also to see what state the other party would be in if he was hit by someone. Now it seems that this cold poison can still hurt people! Deng Baichuan flew out and stretched out his hand to help Bao Bu Tong up. Seeing that his brother looked exhausted and cold all over, he couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Third brother, how are you?"

Bao Bu Tong took a few deep breaths, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but..." He glanced at Feng Yi and said miserably, "I can't feel... his depth." Suddenly, his teeth chattered.

Deng Baichuan sighed, "Brother, you are already this old, why are you still fighting with me?" Then he stretched out his palm and placed it on the "Zhi Yang Point" on his back, using his internal force to help him expel the cold poison.

Deng Baichuan was the leader among the subordinates of Gusu Murong clan. He was proficient in martial arts and had strong internal strength. Bao Bu Tong felt relieved immediately.

Suddenly, Gong Ye Qian shouted, "Young Master Feng, please come in!" He jumped into the air, and his palm came out like the wind, covering Feng Yi.

Gong Ye Qian looks gentle, but his palm power is really powerful. He is known as the "Second Best in Jiangnan" and is the owner of Chixia Manor. On that day, he competed with Qiao Feng in drinking and palm strength. He fought three palms in a row. Although he lost, Qiao Feng respected him very much, which shows that he has extraordinary attainments in internal strength.

At this time, he was high above, and his weight plus the power of his palm were so heavy. Feng Yi saw that his palm was pressing, and said with a smile: "Good!" He raised his palm upwards and hit it with both palms.

There was a loud bang, like the collision of wood and stone. Gongye Qian felt a cold current rushing through the palm of his hand straight into his lungs. He somersaulted out and retreated three steps in a row, his face turning blue.

Feng Yi acted as if nothing had happened, his handsome eyes turned, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is very capable!"

Feng Yi looks down on the martial arts world, and to say that he has great skills is a great recognition of him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Gongye Qian also sat down on the ground. He felt a chill rising from his heart and spreading throughout his body in an instant, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Both Xuan Nan and Deng Baichuan were proud of their martial arts skills, but Feng Yi's several attacks were all understated, without any worldly airs.

The so-called exploration of Feng Yi's martial arts is purely wishful thinking. There is only one word to describe it: "Unfathomable!"

Feng Yi gently clapped his hands, sighed and said, "If I take action, I will inevitably hurt someone, which is not what I want. You are willing to risk your lives for Murong Fu, and this seemingly foolish passion is indeed remarkable. I just wonder what Master Murong will do for you subordinates, I am extremely curious."

He had a cheerful and friendly demeanor, not at all like the gloomy look on his face. Murong's subordinates felt fond of him and bowed to him.

Feng Boye jumped up and said, "Although your martial arts skills are better than mine, I am not convinced by your defeat just now!"

Feng Bo took the Shaolin Temple's "Six Yang Righteousness Pill" and after eating this meal, his shivering gradually stopped.

The brothers were relieved to see that he was full of energy.

Feng Yi looked at Feng Boye deeply and smiled slightly: "Since you want to test my background for Murong Fu, your actions are commendable. Don't test me any further. Why don't you just come together!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Feng Boye's single sword that was inserted in the pavilion jumped into Feng Yi's hand with a whoosh.

This act of taking the knife from the air was as fast as lightning, causing everyone's faces to change drastically, as if they had encountered a ghost.

Xuan Nan was invigorated by what he saw, and blurted out: "Dragon Capturing Technique!"

Feng Bo asked hurriedly, "Did Qiao Feng teach you this?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I guess so!"

Although Feng Yi did not learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from Qiao Feng, it was passed down by Qiao Feng after all.

Feng Bo'e looked solemn and said slowly, "With our martial arts skills, we brothers can't find out your background even if we risk our lives. It's a pity that my second and third brothers have to suffer with me!"

The four brothers have lived and died together for many years, and their friendship is even deeper than that of any compatriots. So in the original plot, even though they were loyal to Murong Fu, when Murong Fu killed Bao Bu Tong, the three of them immediately broke off their friendship with him.

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said, "That's a very clear statement, but your ability to judge people is not that good!"

As he said this, he threw the sword casually, and it turned into a stream of light. With a swish, it went straight under Feng Bo'e's feet. Only one sword was left. In an instant, everyone held their breath in shock, and only the sound of mountain wind blowing against clothes could be heard.

Even the people of the Xingxiu Sect, who always loved to brag, forgot to cheer and kept their lips tightly shut for fear of accidentally making a sound.

After all, on this kind of hard mountain road, Feng Yi threw his sword casually and it almost sank into the ground. This man's internal strength is so deep that it is beyond human power.

Ah Zi clapped her hands and said, "Big brother is invincible in the world, unrivaled in the past and present!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Don't flatter me in front of the Shaolin monks." He was secretly happy in his heart, because as his internal energy circulated, a layer of cold poison was dissolved, and with the harmony of yin and yang, his internal energy was deepened. This kind of gain was very substantial.

Feng Bo sighed angrily, "Forget it!" Just as he was about to bend down and reach out to draw his sword, his legs went soft and he suddenly sat down on the ground, saying, "Master Feng, what... kind of Kung Fu is this? It's so weird..." His teeth were chattering with coldness. It turned out that the cold poison had flared up again.

Deng Baichuan hurriedly used his internal energy to help.

At this time, Bao Bu Tong and Gong Ye Qian closed their eyes and practiced Qigong, still trembling. Xuan Nan brought ten "Six Yang Righteousness Pills" and gave them to Gong Ye Qian and Bao Bu Tong to take.

Bao Bu Tong refused to take the medicine, saying, "My fourth brother didn't use it, so I'm afraid it won't work for us either!"

Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong wanted to help Bao Bu Tong and Gong Ye Qian to expel the poison with their internal strength, but the other party did not ask for help. If they volunteered, it might seem like they were looking down on their internal strength, which was a taboo in the martial arts world.

Feng Yi thought: "Su Xinghe should be able to save them." Then he asked: "Old Monster Ding, is this Leigu Mountain?"

"Humph, this is Leigu Mountain. If you don't send someone to pass the message, how would Su Xinghe's deaf-mute disciples know that we are here?"

An old voice sounded, and Deng Baichuan and others looked over, only to see the old man who was tied up. He had messy silver beard and a pair of eyes like a wild beast, emitting a bright light.

Feng Yi pointed at the two of them and said, "You two go and report that Feng Yi and Old Monster Ding have arrived."

Deng Baichuan said: "Could he be Ding Chunqiu?"

Ding Chunqiu said leisurely, "It is me! Murong Fu thinks highly of himself, but his disciples are all useless rubbish!"

Deng Baichuan smiled and said, "It's better to be a waste than to betray the master and bring shame to the ancestors!"

Everyone was shocked. The Eight Friends of Hangu did not expect that Murong's disciples also knew about Ding Chunqiu's past?

It turned out that Bao Bu Tong and others had heard that Ding Chunqiu was a traitor to his master when he was young. He not only abducted his master's lover and daughter, but also stole a large number of martial arts secrets, including the martial arts of various schools in the world. He built a library in Suzhou, called "Langhuan Jade Cave".

When the daughter grew up, she married a young man named Wang, who was Wang Yuyan's mother, Madam Wang. The young man named Wang had an older sister who married Murong Bo.

However, they despised Ding Chunqiu and that woman for being too shameless. Although they were relatives, in the eyes of Murong's family servants, they were ashamed. But this marriage was arranged by the previous generation, so they had no say in it.

Before his death, Murong Bo had gone to the 'Langhuan Jade Cave' to read books, and Murong Fu knew that he should call Ding Chunqiu "Grand Uncle", but he despised him as a person and never mentioned it.

Mrs. Wang once advised Ding Chunqiu to teach Murong Fu martial arts for Wang Yuyan, but Ding Chunqiu disliked Murong Fu's arrogance and was unwilling to do so. Therefore, neither family was willing to submit to the other.

Ding Chunqiu felt that he was just a dragon swimming in shallow water and was exposed by Murong's family servants. He snorted coldly and said nothing.

The Eight Friends of Hangu had a lot of questions in their minds: when did the secrets of the Xiaoyao Sect become known to everyone? But at the moment, in front of so many outsiders, it was not convenient for them to ask Deng Baichuan.

Gong Yeqian and his companions were feeling very cold when they suddenly saw four people running towards them on the mountain path.

The first two were the Xingxiu Sect disciples that Feng Yi had just sent to report, followed by two young men in farmer's clothes.

They walked up to Feng Yi, bowed, and presented him a letter.

Feng Yi opened the letter and read it, then said with a smile, "Old Monster Ding, Su Xinghe said that he wants to fight you to the death again." Without moving his hand, the paper floated towards Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu glanced at him casually and sneered, "He hasn't given up yet. If he wants to fight to the death again, I will accompany him." He then looked at Feng Yi and said, "Your Excellency should keep your word, right?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, my fart is more accurate than your words. I will let you go after I see Su Xinghe."

Then he gestured to the two deaf-mutes.

The young man took out a firecracker from his arms, lit it, and with a bang, the firecracker flew into the sky.

Ordinary firecrackers make a "bang" sound, followed by a "pop" sound in mid-air, exploding into pieces. However, this firecracker made three consecutive "pop" sounds after flying into the air.

Feng Asan whispered to Kang Guangling: "Brother, this is indeed made by our sect."

Soon a group of people came down the mountain path. They were all dressed like farmers, and each of them carried a long weapon in their hands. When we got closer, we saw that these long objects were not weapons, but bamboo poles. Between each pair of bamboo poles there was a rope net, which could be used for people to ride on.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Ding Chunqiu, your senior brother is still good to you!" Then he threw him into the rope net.

Gongye Qian, Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e were also unable to walk and had to sit on the net.

The young men carried one person in pairs and ran up the mountain at great speed.

Feng Yi held A Zi in his arms and performed light skills, walking ahead, followed by Xuan Nan and others.

Ah Zi said bitterly: "Brother, since these people are from the Murong family, why don't you kill them so that you can vent your anger."

Feng Yi looked at her innocent face, but she looked ruthless when she spoke, and couldn't help sighing: "How can you be so cruel at such a young age? The rumors about me and Murong Fu in the martial arts world were definitely not instigated by him. They were just some people who were nosy and followed the crowd, spreading rumors.

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But I am much stronger than these people. It's not that they are unaware of this. In fact, they know it very well in their hearts. However, they have to show great courage just to fulfill their duties as subordinates and out of brotherhood. This spirit of sacrifice is worthy of recognition and is the most indispensable for any country and nation.

I have no grudge against them, so how could I kill them? Is it because I am stronger than them?

If one day we meet someone stronger than you and me, and he kills us without asking any questions, is that wrong? Why is it that the good and evil of the people in the underworld are often just a matter of thought? That is, human life is the most important thing. We cannot take advantage of our strength to deprive others of their lives at will, otherwise there will always be a mountain higher than the other, and sooner or later we will suffer retribution! Ding Chunqiu is an example. In the eyes of others, he is unattainable, but there is always someone stronger than him, and he will suffer retribution!

This person doesn’t have to be me, it could be someone else.

To put it simply, you have also traveled alone in the martial arts world. So, are you safer with more people like them, or with more people like the Xingxiu Sect? I was once robbed by the Xingxiu Sect. If I hadn't been better at martial arts than them, twenty thousand taels of silver, what is this number, do you understand?

That is a number that many people cannot even afford even if they spend all their money! The so-called good and evil, right and wrong, is actually very simple. It is just to see whether what a person does is beneficial or harmful to most people in this world! More benefits are good, it is good, more disadvantages are evil, it is bad! Do you understand?"

He wanted to change Ah Zi's personality, and this was well-intentioned. But Ah Zi suddenly burst into tears after hearing this, and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, I understand, you just look down on people from the Xingxiu Sect?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Why are you so unreasonable? Besides, you are no longer a member of the Xingxiu Sect." He hurriedly wiped her tears.

Ah Zi was born to be intolerant of being wronged. Feng Yi looked down on the people of Xingxiu Sect, so naturally he looked down on her. Hearing this, he angrily said, "I am like this. If someone doesn't offend me, I will just want to punish him when I am in a bad mood. If someone offends me, I will definitely take revenge. I don't care about right or wrong, good or evil!"

Feng Yi laughed out loud after hearing this: "You are such a hot pepper!"

He teased in his mouth, but his deep fear of A Zi rose up in his heart again. He had originally wanted to see if he could pass Wuyazi's power to A Zi, as Xu Zhu didn't come, but now he had to think carefully.

Ah Zi pouted and said, "It's better to be a little hot pepper than to suffer losses without knowing it, like a silly papaya!" She wiped away the tears with her right hand, broke free from Feng Yi's hand with her left hand, and ran up the mountain by herself.

Feng Yi saw that she was unhappy, so he didn't force her, but a trace of bitterness could not help but show between his brows. Women! Sure enough, they are not reasonable creatures! If you want to change her mind, I'm afraid there is still a long way to go! Suddenly, he raised his foot and crossed several feet. He was already behind Ah Zi, like a blue bird, floating and dissolving into the bamboo forest.

Deng Baichuan and others saw Feng Yi's light work from afar and admired him. Feng Bo said suddenly, "Old Monster Ding is full of poisons, and his power transformation method is feared by the martial arts world. How come he was tied up like a dumpling? Does anyone know the details?"

When he asked this, Xuan Nan, the Eight Friends of Hangu and others ignored him, but several Xingxiu disciples were very excited. They immediately talked and gestured, and recounted the process of Feng Yi beating up Ding Chunqiu with exaggeration.

From what they said, Feng Yi's martial arts were unmatched in the world, and even all the martial arts masters since ancient times, such as Bodhidharma, were far inferior to him. The flattery they said was so intense that no one had ever heard of it.

What's even more ridiculous is that Ding Chunqiu is their master, and they flatter Feng Yi without any guilt at all.

Bao Bu Tong smiled and said, "My fellow brothers, Feng Yi's martial arts are indeed high. But in my opinion, the martial arts of your Xingxiu Sect are truly unprecedented and will never be surpassed. In the future, what will Feng Yi be?"

When they heard this, they were naturally overjoyed.

One person asked, "In your opinion, which is the most powerful skill of my sect?"

Bao Bu Tong said, "There are more than one, at least three." The others were even happier and asked in unison, "Which three?"

Bao Bu Tong said: "The first one is flattery.

The second skill is the conch skill, and the third skill is the shameless skill. If one does not negate conscience and be shameless, how can one master the two great skills of flattery and conch skills? "

After he said this, he thought that all the disciples of Xingxiu Sect would be furious and beat him up, but these words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't feel relieved until he said them out.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, several people nodded silently. One person said: "Brother, you are very smart and you know the extraordinary achievements of our sect very well. If you don't practice this flattering skill, I'm afraid you won't survive a day in our sect.

If we don’t brag about our martial arts and virtues, not only will our master not value us, but our fellow disciples will also exclude us. We won’t be able to gain a foothold, and if we want to survive, we will naturally have to be shameless.”

Another person said: "But these three magical skills of flattery, conch shells, and shamelessness are also very difficult to practice. Ordinary people are deeply tainted by worldly views and always think that some things are good and some things are bad.

However, as long as you have such boring thoughts about good and evil, and right and wrong in your heart, you will get half the result with twice the effort when practicing the Thick Face Skill, and often fail at the critical moment. Therefore, the foundation of these three magical skills is the law of confusing right and wrong. "

Bao Bu Tong originally meant to ridicule, but he never expected these people to be so calm and to speak so coherently. He was very surprised and said with a smile, "Your sect's method of confusing right and wrong is extremely profound. I admire it very much and would like to ask the Immortal to enlighten me a little more."

When the man heard Bao Bu Tong call him "Great Immortal", he immediately became proud and said, "You are not from our sect, so I cannot teach you the secrets of these magical skills. However, I can tell you some basic principles.

The most important secret is, of course, to worship the person who needs to be flattered as a god, for example, my master, even if he farts..."

Bao Bu Tong rushed to say: "Of course it smells good too. We need to breathe loudly and praise it with all our heart..."

The man said seriously, "What you said is true in the main, but a little flawed in the details. It's not 'breathe loudly', but 'inhale loudly, exhale softly'."

Bao Bu Tong said, "Yes, that's right, the Immortal is right. If you exhale loudly, it will sound like you are disliking Master's fart... This doesn't smell very good."

The man nodded and said, "Yes, you are very talented. If you had joined our school, you would have achieved considerable accomplishments. It's a pity that you went astray and joined a side sect. Although our martial arts are ever-changing, the basic skills are not complicated. You just need to remember the four words 'obliterate conscience' and that's about it."

Another person said, "This eight-character formula of 'confusing right and wrong' is certainly difficult for outsiders to practice, but once anyone enters my school, it will become natural and not difficult at all."

Bao Bu Tong nodded repeatedly and said, "Hearing your words is better than reading ten years of books. I am yearning for your sect and I wish I could become your disciple. I wonder if the Immortal can introduce me to you?"

The man immediately put on airs, smiled slightly, and said in an unfathomable manner: "You want to join our sect, but how easy is that? I don't think you, with your aptitude, can withstand all these hardships and tests."

Another disciple said, "Mr. Bao, if you really want to join our sect, you can't count on Old Monster Xingxiu. Now go and ask Miss A Zi who is beside Hero Feng for help. She has Hero Feng's support, so she is naturally the head of our Xingxiu Sect.

"The female knight Ah Zi has a childlike nature and loves to play, but now the number of people in our sect has been drastically reduced, so she will definitely recruit more disciples in the future to enhance her prestige. We have the support of the great sage Feng, who is the best martial artist in the world throughout history. Isn't it easy to make a living in this martial arts world? I see that your physique is not bad, and you may be able to achieve something in the future."

Bao Bu Tong said seriously: "Thank you very much, thank you very much! Great Immortal, your kindness and virtue will be unforgettable to me."

Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian and others could not help but feel angry and amused when they heard Bao Bu Tong teasing the disciples of Xingxiu Sect. They thought, "How can there be such a despicable and shameless person in the world? Not only does he take pride in boasting, but he also doesn't care about the safety of his master at all. He even boasts about defeating the enemy who punished his master. Where is the loyalty between master and disciple? It's really rare."

But on second thought, the foundation of their so-called three magical skills is to confuse right and wrong, which is understandable. Isn't it just like the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam is crooked? Feng Yi and A Zi entered a valley in the mountains. The valley was full of pine trees. The mountain wind blew and the pine sounded like waves. After walking for a few miles in the forest, they came to three wooden houses. Under a big tree in front of the house, there was a short, thin and shriveled old man sitting. Suddenly, Li Kuilei made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, as if he wanted to speak, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Feng Yi knew that this person must be "Mr. Smart and Eloquent" Su Xinghe.

The eight Hangu friends bowed to the ground, and Kang Guangling said, "You are healthier than ever. The eight of us are extremely happy."

After being expelled from their sect by Su Xinghe, the Eight Friends of Hangu no longer dared to address each other as master and disciple.

Fan Bailing said, "The two Shaolin masters Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong are looking forward to your coming."

Suddenly, the old man stood up and said in a gentle voice, "The two masters Xuannan and Xuantong came from afar, and Su Xinghe failed to welcome them. He is very sinful, very sinful."

Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong clasped their hands together and said, "We have come here uninvited, and we hope you will forgive us."

Su Xinghe glanced at everyone, then at Ding Chunqiu, then turned to look at Feng Yi, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "This must be Hero Feng."

Feng Yi saw that although he was old, his eyes were very sharp and his internal strength was extraordinary, so he said, "I dare not!"

Su Xinghe said: "I heard that Master Feng is an excellent martial artist. Are you interested in playing a game of swordsmanship with me?"

Before Feng Yi could answer, Ah Zi had already stepped forward and saw a large piece of bluestone carved with a knife and an axe, leaving 19 straight lines vertically and horizontally, which was exactly a chessboard. On the east and west sides of the chessboard, there were several round stones, convex on the top and flat on the bottom, with clear black and white, and sparkling.

Ah Zi rolled her eyes, tilted her head and looked at Su Xinghe, and asked curiously: "Old man, did you really invite people here just to play chess?"

After hearing what the old man said, Su Xinghe couldn't help but look at her, then glanced at Feng Yi, and saw that he was standing with his hands behind his back, watching the chess game leisurely, as if he didn't hear it.

The Eight Friends of Hangu were greatly shocked and angry. Fan Bailing shouted, "You girl, when you see this old man, why don't you call him Uncle Master?"

Ding Chunqiu sneered, "Fan Bailing, where did you get the word uncle?"

Fan Bailing then realized that A Zi was no longer Ding Chunqiu's apprentice.

Ding Chunqiu said: "Su Xinghe, what trap did that old thief set up..."

Su Xinghe glanced at him and said, "Why do you call me Master?"

Ding Chunqiu said: "He is an old thief, so I will call him an old thief!"

Su Xinghe said: "The deaf-mute old man is no longer deaf and dumb today. I think you know what that means."

Ding Chunqiu looked at Feng Yi and said, "Sir, can you let me go?"

Feng Yi had been watching coldly, thinking that Su Xinghe would definitely kill Ding Chunqiu today? He waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew out from his robe sleeves. Wherever he passed, the weeds all fell down with the wind. Ding Chunqiu suddenly felt a cold force drilling into his body, and his acupuncture points were immediately unblocked, but what followed was a bone-chilling cold. He said angrily, "Feng Yi, you are so despicable!"

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said: "It's not mean, it's you who asked me to unblock the acupuncture points. In this situation, I can't do anything."

Ding Chunqiu felt dizzy and almost fainted. Feng Yi was afraid that he would not die, so he tortured himself to such a state. How could he be a match for Su Xinghe now?

Su Xinghe glanced at Ah Zi, his eyes like a knife, passing across Ah Zi's face, and said, "Do you want to play this chess game?"

Ah Zi felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. Her curiosity immediately disappeared without a trace. She turned her head to look at Feng Yi and said, "If you come, I can't do it!"

Feng Yi chopped down with his palm, breaking the tendons that bound Ding Chunqiu, walked to the side, sat cross-legged, waved to Ah Zi and said, "Come here, this chess piece is called Zhenlong, let's watch others play first!"

Su Xinghe frowned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)