In the original plot, Xiang Wentian rescued Ren Woxing from prison, and the first person he killed was Master Xue Xiang.

Moreover, Ren Woxing even took out his heart, which shows how much he hated him.

Xue Ju was very happy that he had captured Xiang Wentian at this time. He ordered his men to keep Xiang Wentian under strict supervision and set out early the next morning to escort him to Heimu Cliff.

One of the subordinates said, "Master Xue Xiang, you have made great contributions this time. I wonder what kind of reward the leader will give you."

Xue Ju smiled and said, "I will never forget all of you for your contribution. We will be traveling early tomorrow morning and will be exhausted. Let's go and take a rest now!"

He knew in his heart that there would be no reward, but as long as he could keep his life and current power in the turmoil of the new replacing the old in his sect, that would be enough.

After all, he was once Ren Woxing's confidant, and Dongfang Bubai was still not at ease with him. Even though he had helped Dongfang Bubai ascend the throne, he only sent him away to be the incense master.

If rewards were truly given based on merit, he would be more than qualified to be an elder, or even a messenger of light.

Xue Ju thought so in his heart, but did not dare to say it out loud. He just laughed a few times with his subordinates and went to the back hall.

Xue Ju walked to the bedroom, which was pitch black, and immediately said with a smile, "Little darling, here I come!"

He told Xiang Wentian that all his family members had been sent away, but his concubine was not among them.

His ninth concubine lived here, but Xue Ju was far-sighted and thoughtful. He knew that Xiang Wentian was clever. If he saw the fire and the woman's voice, the fish might escape from the hook. So he pressed the concubine's acupoints early, waiting to catch Xiang Wentian and then reduce his anger.

Sure enough, the time had come. As the saying goes, one feels refreshed when good things happen to him. Xue Ju pushed the door open and just lit the light when he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.

Xue Ju was immediately surprised.

He is the leader of the Demon Cult, but his martial arts skills are not inferior to those of the elders of the cult, otherwise he would not have made friends with Xiang Wentian. It is worth it for Ren Woxing to kill him as soon as he is released from prison.

This shock was even more extraordinary. With his martial arts skills, he was actually bullied and unaware by someone who was so close to him. It goes without saying that the person's martial arts skills were very high.

Xue Ju also reacted very quickly. When he felt someone tapping his shoulder, he immediately grabbed it with his backhand and turned around. Unexpectedly, his backhand grabbed nothing, and there was no one behind him. Xue Ju felt a chill in his heart: "Could it be a demon or ghost?"

When he turned around again, he saw a man sitting in front of the sandalwood table where he had just lit the lamp. He had a handsome face, a strand of white hair hanging down on his forehead, and he was staring at the candlelight on the table.

Xue Ju saw that this person came silently, and thought: "He came into the room and patted my shoulder, and I didn't hear a sound. When I turned around, he was behind me. If he wanted to kill me, wouldn't it be easy?"

But Xue Ju had been through so many storms and was horrified in his heart, but he remained calm on the outside. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he said, "The white-haired man must be the hero Feng Yifeng, the 'Sword of Death', right?"

To know what Feng Yi looks like, there are thousands of people in Hengshan City who have seen him. After several months of spread, rumors have already spread throughout the martial arts world.

As the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, Xue Ju had heard of his appearance. Adding on the other party's miraculous skills, it was not difficult for him to identify the man.

Feng Yi's eyes turned, like two cold stars, shooting at Xue Ju's face, and he said indifferently: "You are a despicable person, but you still have some vision."

Xue Ju was shocked: "It is indeed him! The rumors in the martial arts world are true, Feng Yi is indeed extraordinary, no wonder he is known as the sword master." He said slowly: "I have no grudge against you, why are you here?"

"No grudges or hatred?" Feng Yi laughed and said, "Since you already said I was a coward, if I don't do something cowardly, wouldn't it be in vain that I was scolded by you?"

Xue Ju was certain that his treatment of Xiang Wentian had been seen by others. He felt his hands and feet go cold and said, "There must be at least eight thousand people who say this in the martial arts world. I just heard it from hearsay."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Don't I know that you just heard it from others? But there's nothing I can do. It's just your bad luck."

Feng Yi is so realistic. Even if he knows that others are right to scold him, he will not suffer it in vain.

So I have to come here to ask for an explanation.

As for what he didn't see with his own eyes, he naturally wouldn't care about it, so this was the reason why Xue Ju had bad luck.

Xue Ju's heart trembled, he drew out his sword with a clang, and shouted sharply: "Come..."

Feng Yi raised his hand and a strong wind rushed towards him. Xue Ju felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest and he didn't even get to shout out the word.

Xue Ju hurriedly swung his sword and stabbed out. Feng Yi smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and clamped the sword.

With a humming sound, Xue Ju felt a chill running down the hilt of the sword, along his arm and straight to his heart. He could no longer hold the sword.

Feng Yi's cold and yin energy is extremely poisonous. Ordinary people don't need to be exposed to it. If his cold and yin energy invades their bodies, they will die on the spot.

Even if a person has great skills, if he is hit, he will be frozen and lose the ability to resist.

The Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt practiced by Xue Ju is, after all, an external martial art. The viciousness contained in Feng Yi's internal strength is exactly its nemesis.

So with just this one move, Xue Ju felt his veins shrink and he felt cold. His internal organs seemed to freeze together. He felt dizzy and almost fell down. He said in a trembling voice, "If you want to save... Xiang Wentian, I am willing to let him go..."

Suddenly, Feng Yi laughed and stood up: "Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth Shirt, it seems that they are nothing more than that."

He casually swung the sword, and with a swish, Xue Ju's head left his body, and his body fell to the ground. But not a single drop of blood flowed out, because his blood had already coagulated together.

Feng Yi turned his gaze to the shaking quilt, smiled and said, "Remember, the murderer is Feng Yi!"

There was a slight breeze, the candlelight went out, and Feng Yi had disappeared into the room.

After a while, a scream was heard: "Murder!"

It turned out that Xue Ju's concubine was watching this scene happen, and in her horror she actually broke the acupoint that Xue Ju had pressed.

After all, Xue Ju's purpose in pointing at his woman was just to prevent her from making any sound. It was not like he was going to use heavy hands against a master like Xiang Wentian.

Feng Yi knew about it a long time ago, but he wanted others to know that he had committed the crime, so he did not kill to silence the witness.

The screams broke the darkness.

Someone exclaimed: "There's an assassin! There's an assassin!"

Of course, the people who exclaimed were from the Sun Moon Sect.

They captured Xiang Wentian and fulfilled their duties at every position that required defense, but they didn't expect that their own incense master would die.

This man's skills were beyond their imagination, so their shouts were filled with anxiety and fear.

Immediately afterwards, countless torches lit up in every corner of the branch, and in the blink of an eye the entire branch became as bright as day.

The torches illuminated more than a dozen black shadows, jumping across the rooftops like the flying bird, with weapons in their hands emitting bursts of cold light as they patrolled everywhere.

Someone shouted, "Feng Yi, you rat, you dare to kill people but dare not show yourself?"

This man was full of energy and his voice could be heard from far away. It turned out that he had learned from his concubine that the murderer was Feng Yi.

He also knew that the other party's martial arts skills were extraordinary, but he believed that the hundreds of people in his sect could definitely kill him.

Suddenly, a sobbing flute sound came from the sky.

It was gentle and slow, but it seemed like a tide pouring into my ears, leaving no chance to resist.

The sound of the flute appeared and disappeared, erratic, and the pitch became higher and higher. Everyone felt annoyed, as if the blood and qi in their bodies were being pulled by the sound of the flute. It felt like the sound was like a furnace, the blood and qi were churning, and their internal organs were like being fried in a frying pan.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Don't listen, don't listen!"

They couldn't tell where the sound of the flute came from and tried to plug their ears, but it was too late.

The sound of the flute suddenly became shrill, like a hot knife cutting into everyone's hearts, causing them so much pain.

A group of people were already shouting and jumping around wildly.

Some people with considerable internal strength hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, calmed their minds, and hurriedly used their internal energy to suppress their blood and energy.

I felt that the sound of the flute became increasingly faint, almost difficult to hear.

They all turned around and looked around, seeing no one, so they listened carefully to where the sound came from so that they could fight back and give the man no chance to play the flute.

But how could we know that this is the power of “Blue Sea and Rising Tide”: the lighter the flute sound, the greater the attraction.

All of a sudden, they felt a chill in the sound of the flute, as if they were naked and wrapped in ice, and they couldn't help shivering.

The sound of the bamboo flute is known for its soft and melodious voice, but at this moment the tone is extremely sharp and murderous, chilling to the bone.

Some people wanted to open their mouths to make sounds, or use weapons to strike out and destroy the sound of the flute, but they found that they could not make any sounds when they opened their mouths, and they wanted to take action but could not even lift a finger.

Feng Yi, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of a big tree, saw everything.

But he originally wanted to kill Xue Ju, but he ended up calling himself a rat.

Then he will blow these people to death this time.

But suddenly, screams of pain were heard from miles away.

Feng Yi knew in his heart that if he exerted all his strength, the sound of the flute would contain his internal strength and could reach more than several miles away.

The members of the Sun and Moon Sect were all martial artists, so being close to them, they certainly felt the pain, but ordinary people would not be able to withstand even hearing a little bit of it.

If he continued to brag, he could take the lives of hundreds of people from the Sun and Moon Sect, but the ordinary people around him would probably either die or go crazy.

Feng Yi thought: "Right now, with the extreme heat and cold, I'm afraid these people will get seriously ill." He had to end the song hastily.

When the song ended, everyone stopped trembling and the whole town fell into a dead silence, so quiet that it was heart-wrenching.

Suddenly someone screamed and was stunned. Everything they saw was unbelievable.

I saw that many of the believers of our religion had lost their breath. Some had ruddy faces and were burning hot all over, while others were pale and frozen into ice.

This flute music not only has the power to thrill people, but also has the power to turn people into burning charcoal or ice cubes.

Is this still a human being? After this battle, the surviving Sun and Moon Cult members understood why Feng Yi did not take Dongfang Bubai seriously.

Who else does a god like him need to take seriously? "Let's go!"

At this time, the bright moon was due west and the morning star was gradually sinking. Feng Yi seemed to be riding the wind and flying eastward, with his clothes and hair flying in the wind, looking very elegant.

He had no interest in intervening in Xiang Wentian's situation.

He knew that Xiang Wentian was an expert in martial arts. In the original plot, when he met Linghu Chong, he was in shackles and was being hunted. It was obvious that he had not escaped for long. So, even without him, Xiang Wentian would have been able to escape on his own. Why should he meddle in other people's business?

If Feng Yi wants to do something, he has to do something that no one else can do except himself, such as saving Liu Zhengfeng's family and Qu Yang's grandparents.

He didn't care what others thought, or whether the Liu family and the members of the Demon Cult deserved to die.

As long as he can do what others cannot do, it is his sense of accomplishment. In this way, it is not in vain for the journey.

Seven days later, Feng Yi entered Jinling City again.

He originally wanted to go to Henan and happened to pass by. For someone like him, coming to Nanjing without appreciating the beauty of the Qinhuai River would be a waste of life.

Although the storms and joys of the previous life are gone, there are still some lingering charms. Unfortunately, I am short of money and cannot afford to act like a big shot, so it can only become a regret.

Now Feng Yi can get whatever he wants.

Money has become the easiest thing to obtain.

At that time, the sun had set and the Qinhuai River had become bustling. The girls had all dressed up beautifully, waiting for the visit of their patrons.

Feng Yi hired a small boat and stood at the bow to enjoy the scenery. He could hear the sound of laughter and joy, and the women in the pavilion were all waving and laughing at him.

Feng Yi also smiled back at these women. Feng Yi was handsome and well-dressed, and he looked like a rich man. When the girls saw his smile, they were really moved and shouted even more happily. They waved their red scarves and green sleeves and called him up in a tender voice.

Feng Yi saw that their smiles were full of hypocrisy.

But I was in a good mood.

Because he felt that this kind of hypocrisy was actually a kind of simplicity.

All I ask is that you pay me some money, and I will give you the service you want. Nothing else needs to be involved.

Feng Yi suddenly understood why those knowledgeable and famous writers were fond of this.

Feng Yi looked at these women, thinking that going to a brothel tonight to listen to music and have a massage to relax would also be a joy in life. Unfortunately, it was too difficult to choose, and it would be a waste if he booked them all.

Feng Yi was commenting on the woman when suddenly a desolate and humming sound of a musical instrument floated in from the riverside. Feng Yi frowned slightly.

Once you hear this kind of music, you will never forget it.

Although Feng Yi was annoyed that his good time was interrupted, he had no choice but to go ashore, and the sound of the piano disappeared.

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After walking only a hundred steps, Feng Yi heard someone say from afar: "This must have been done by Feng Yi!"

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a lot of people gathered in front of him, and he immediately became interested.

Feng Yi didn't care at all about being falsely accused of murder and was actually looking forward to it.

After all, if someone can make people think that he killed someone, the person who did it must be no simple person!

Feng Yi immediately walked over and squeezed into the crowd. He saw two people lying on the side of the road. They were wearing Qingcheng Sect uniforms. They were dead, but they had strange smiles on their faces.

There were more than ten onlookers, including men and women, young and old.

Feng Yi could not see any injuries on the body of the deceased, so he asked, "Why do you say that Feng Yi killed him?"

An old man glanced at him, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was obviously surprised.

After a start, he said, "Sir, have you seen Yu Canghai kill someone?"

Feng Yi shook his head.

The old man said: "No wonder."

He immediately straightened his chest, looked at the other onlookers, and said, "Everyone should know that Yu Canghai is one of the most powerful masters in the martial arts world today. He has mastered the Heart-Destroying Palm to perfection and can kill people without them even noticing.

You see, although this man is dead, he has a strange smile on his face.

In fact, this smile is not a real smile, but a result of the "Heart-Destroying Palm" attack, which tore the heart and lungs of the person being hit, causing the muscles on the face to spasm in severe pain, thus forming this weird smile. "

Someone asked in astonishment: "Is it really the Heart-Destroying Palm?"

The old man said, "If you don't believe me, you can dig it open and look at his heart!"

With a clang, a man pulled out a knife and cut open the chest of a corpse.

In an instant, his internal organs turned into pieces and burst out.

This bloody scene made everyone scream and retreat in fear.

Feng Yi was also afraid of getting blood on his hands, so he took two steps back, but he was also secretly wondering. Although he knew the Heart-Destroying Palm, he had never killed anyone with it, so he really didn't know the symptoms of dying from the Heart-Destroying Palm.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but admire that there are indeed crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the world. An unknown old man is much more knowledgeable than me.

Someone said: "But Yu Canghai is already dead!"

A woman with a sword said, "It turned out that the Qingcheng Sect's fellow disciples were killing each other, and he died at the hands of his own people."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "In the martial arts world, only the Heart-Destroying Palm can make the dead look like this. But the power of the Heart-Destroying Palm is so great that no one else in the Qingcheng Sect can match Yu Canghai!"

The woman asked, "Then why did you say Feng Yi killed someone?"

The old man suddenly said seriously: "Because that day in Qun Yuyuan, Feng Yi used the Heart Destroying Palm to fight against Yu Canghai.

Yu Canghai revealed this matter himself, but Feng Yi did not deny it, which proves that this matter is true! "

Everyone suddenly understood.

"It's not enough to kill Yu Canghai, they also want to kill all his disciples!"

"It seems that it is true that Feng Yi stole the Sword Manual of Exorcism."

Everyone nodded.

"Yes, if he can steal the Heart-Destroying Palm, he can also steal the Sword Manual of Exorcism. It's a pity that this person's martial arts skills are too high.

I heard that he killed a lot of people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang with a deadly song, and hundreds of innocent people died!"

"What do you mean hundreds of people? The whole town is a ghost town!

All dead!"

"This guy is really a devil!"

"If he is not a demon, how could he have a close relationship with Miss Ren?"

Feng Yi felt very bored listening to this. He and Ren Yingying were just having a serious duel in the martial arts world, so there was no point in talking about trivial matters.

I haven't been taught to play the piano by anyone, nor have I been praised by people in the martial arts world. These ignorant people are easily fooled and are surprised by everything they see.

As for the fact that hundreds or thousands of people died, it is pure nonsense. It is obvious that he listened to some untrue rumors and ruined his own reputation.

Fortunately, my reputation is bad enough, so it doesn’t matter!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a green shadow flash in front of him, and Feng Yi followed it with ease and grace, like flowing clouds and running water.

After walking a few miles, he saw the green figure enter a three-story tall wooden building, and he followed him up the stairs.

The restaurant was originally bustling with people, with the sound of toasting and clinking cups incessantly. But as soon as Feng Yi appeared at the entrance, it suddenly became quiet, as if even the sound of breathing was lowered.

Feng Yi looked around and these people immediately turned their eyes away, as if everything that had just happened was just unintentional.

Feng Yi smiled slightly and walked towards a seat by the window.

A ragged old man was lying on the table, and next to the foot of the stool was a huqin, the body of which was dark yellow, showing its age.

Feng Yi had no idea why this old man had brought him here, so he walked over, ordered a few side dishes, asked for a jar of wine, poured himself a bowl, and started drinking.

He is so brave.

Because he felt that the biggest change in himself was that he was less and less afraid of death than before.

That's why he is so arrogant.

There is a kind of people who are so carefree that they would rather die than live for thousands of years.

Suddenly, the man at the table said, "Whether it's a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl or a prostitute, you accept everyone who comes, completely ignoring the fact that you have become a laughing stock because of you. You really are just relying on your martial arts skills to do whatever you want, right?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Sir, don't talk nonsense. I have an equal exchange with any woman, and we both get what we need. You are making it sound like I am unfaithful and unfaithful!"

The man did not raise his head and continued, "Alas, there are as many sins as there are romantic affairs. I really can't stand watching the affairs of the martial arts world."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "You'd better take a closer look at the affairs of the martial arts world. Sir, do you have any clues about the two people who were hit by the Heart-Destroying Palm?"

The tables and chairs beside him made noises, and the man finally raised his head.

He had a wretched appearance, blurry eyes, and a drunken look. He was none other than Mr. Mo Da, also known as "Xiaoxiang Night Rain", the leader of the Hengshan School.

Mo Da smiled gently at Feng Yi and said, "I do have some idea about this."

Feng Yi's voice turned cold: "Who is it?"

Mr. Mo Da sighed and said, "Alas, how come you don't know that people in the martial arts world are full of gossip and that gossip can melt gold?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter!"

Mr. Mo Da sneered and said, "Since it doesn't matter, why do you ask me?"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Although it doesn't matter, I still want to know, just like when someone scolds me, even if they are right. I can't hear it, but if the breeze passes by my ears and hears it, I will have to use my fists and feet to discuss the right and wrong with him!"

Mo Dadao: "Is it that simple?"

Feng Yi asked: "Could it be more complicated?"

Mo Da laughed loudly: "You can handle all the grudges in your hands. Hero Feng is truly a real man."

He raised his thumb, slammed his right hand on the table, and said, "Come, come, I'll treat you to a bowl of wine." Then he picked up the wine jug to pour wine for Feng Yi.

Feng Yi said: "Mr. Mo..."

Mo Da's face turned serious and he said, "You address me as a fellow apprentice and call me sir. Do you look down on me?"

Feng Yi laughed: "Brother Mo!"

Mo Da laughed and said, “Come on, Brother Feng, I am grateful and admire you for helping my Junior Brother Liu Zhengfeng.

Although Mo Da is not a big shot, hehe, but Mo Da is willing to toast him with a bowl of wine, which is unique in the martial arts world!"

As soon as he said this, his eyes became as sharp as a knife, and a domineering look emerged from him.

But this expression disappeared as soon as it appeared, and he became a down-and-out man who had been trapped in the world for a long time.

Feng Yi knew that it was his intention to help Liu Zhengfeng quit the underworld, but after stating his position, he did not want to reveal his actions. It was indeed interesting.

Then he said, "You are too kind. There are not many people in the world who can drink with me, Feng Yi."

The two men laughed at each other and drank the wine in one gulp.

But then a clear female voice was heard downstairs saying, "Send away everyone in the building. We'll take care of it. You won't be short of the reward!"

Feng Yi stuck his head out of the window and saw two big men putting down a green wool sedan chair. Beside the sedan chair were four maids in green. It was one of the maids who spoke.

Feng Yi's heart moved. Who is coming to see such a grand scene?

He even booked the building? He didn't know the way to die with a Heart-breaking Palm as well as others. He obviously felt that his experience in the martial arts world was insufficient and was about to ask Mo Da.

Unexpectedly, Mo Da fell on the table again, mumbling incoherently. (End of this chapter)