Chapter 28 If a man is not crazy, he is not young

Feng Yi didn't argue after hearing Shui Sheng's words. How could he not know Su Shi, Su Dongpo? He had memorized many of his poems when he was in school in his previous life. He just did it on purpose.

He knew very well that Shui Sheng's fate in the original plot was extremely bad. A journey of chivalry caused her to lose her father and experience the greatest evil in the world.

Feng Yi didn't dare to say that he could change her tragedy, but he also didn't want this girl to suffer the same fate as him.

This is not because he thinks too highly of himself or is too narcissistic.

It’s because Shui Sheng is at the age when she is just beginning to fall in love, and she is blind and reckless about things like love.

He has a good appearance and possesses extraordinary skills. It would not be difficult for him to win the hearts of girls even unintentionally, let alone intentionally.

After all, men are lustful and women admire strong men, which is an unchanging truth from ancient times to the present.

Putting aside the issue of character that everyone cares about, the daughters of officials value talent and learning, while women from martial arts families are more likely to fall in love with men with strong martial arts skills.

Shui Sheng's childhood sweetheart Wang Xiaofeng grew up together and is also a leader among the younger generation.

After all, Wang Xiaofeng had an impressive record of defeating even a practical master like the Blood Knife Ancestor who was unable to stop him after dozens of moves.

Even if the Blood Blade Ancestor made a strategic mistake, he would not be able to defeat him within ten moves. This was enough to establish Wang Xiaofeng's position as the top leader among the younger generation.

Therefore, Feng Yi's move was to make Shui Sheng think that he was an illiterate and stupid person.

Feng Yi and Shui Sheng were here, talking to each other, but everyone else was surprisingly silent, with some having wandering eyes or frowning brows. They had no interest in caring about anything else and were all guessing about Feng Yi's origins.

Wang Xiaofeng was filled with jealousy, but he couldn't show it, so he couldn't help but said, "Sister Sheng, let's go!"

Shui Sheng frowned slightly: "Why do you want to leave?"

Wang Xiaofeng looked at Feng Yi and said, "This man injured someone here. This is the territory of the Yangtze River Iron Net Gang."

Shui Sheng snorted, "Are you scared?"

Wang Xiaofeng was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

If I say I'm afraid, it would be a bit embarrassing, but if I say I'm not afraid, it would go against my true feelings.

But his fear was not about fighting, but something else.

Seeing Feng Yiren was handsome and his martial arts skills were far better than his own, he felt a sense of crisis. After all, although he and his cousin were childhood sweethearts, they were not married yet.

Feng Yi saw Wang Xiaofeng's embarrassment and couldn't help but laugh: "Of course he is afraid. He is afraid that you will fall in love with someone else and won't marry him anymore."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Xiaofeng and Shui Sheng both blushed.

Shui Sheng was so embarrassed that she pointed at Feng Yi's nose and said anxiously: "You, you..."

Her cheeks flushed, and she seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Finally, she stomped her feet and turned away.

Wang Xiaofeng hurriedly called out, "Sister Sheng, wait for me."

Looking at Feng Yi's smiling face again, he became even angrier. He snorted and followed him with a flick of his sleeves.

Feng Yi just wanted to urge the two to leave quickly, to avoid a fight later, where they would think he was ruthless and "chivalrous", and it would be difficult to deal with him.

After all, Shui Sheng and the others are the only people in Liancheng world with bright humanity, and Feng Yi doesn't want to be their enemy.

When the guests in the inn saw this, they all talked about it.

The old man in his family's clothes took out a silver ingot, put it on the table, stood up, followed him, and said to Feng Yi before leaving: "With your skills, this is not what a gentleman should do."

Feng Yi thought that he had good intentions, but people of this era would not tolerate such words, so he smiled and said, "Old man, calm down. If you don't chase them quickly, those two will not be able to catch up."

"Shui Fu, let's go!"

Shui Sheng shouted from outside, "It's as crisp as an oriole and as tender as a young warbler."

Shui Fu walked out quickly.

Then a pleasant and crisp bell sound was heard. Someone opened his eyes and looked. Wang Xiaofeng was riding a tall and long horse with golden hair all over its body. Shui Sheng was wearing a fluttering white shirt and riding a white horse with shiny feathers and not a single stray hair on its body.

The man is handsome and the woman is pretty, they are indeed a perfect match.

But some people can't help but think: "After today, it's hard to say."

At this time, the leader of the Dongting Twins' eyes flickered, staring at Feng Yi, clasped his fists and said, "My brother made a mistake, and it's not unjust. Why should I correct him? The two brothers are known as the 'Dongting Twins' in the martial arts world. May I ask your name?"

Feng Yi turned around and saw that he was taller than Wu Shifei, with a rough face, a sturdy body, thick joints, and knotted muscles. He looked very majestic and could not help but laugh: "Were your names given by your parents?"

He Bi said seriously: "We brothers are doing business without capital. The day we debuted, we changed our name ourselves!"

Feng Yi glanced at him and nodded. His opinion of the so-called Dongting Twins changed. He thought they were both ignorant fools. He thought his brother was a waste and as the eldest brother, he should be better.

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to have a good meal first."

The yellow-faced man next to He Bizheng clasped his hands and said, "I am Wang Shaohua from the Yangtze River Iron Network Gang. May I ask which group you are from?"

He was able to become the most powerful leader in Huarong County not only because of his excellent martial arts skills but also because of his good interpersonal skills. He said these two sentences in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, which not only maintained his status but also showed respect.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I am a young man of the new era walking on Huarong Avenue."

This inappropriate answer made Wang Shaohua very embarrassed.

Wang Shaohua's rat eyes turned, a sharp light flashed, and he said quietly: "You dare to come to our Huarong County to bully people like this, could it be that you are the one who caused the Jiangnan martial arts world to turn upside down?"

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Everyone was startled for a moment, and they all held down their weapons, and some even stood up.

Feng Yi suddenly felt disgusted. He had realized that in this world, some things really don't go the way you think. He wanted to have a good meal first, but he was still guessed by others.

Feng Yi turned around, his eyes shot at Wang Shaohua like cold lightning, and said coldly: "You are so smart, don't you know that if you don't go crazy, you will live in vain?"

Wang Shaohua and the others stared at him intently. Wang Shaohua shouted, "Everyone, come at us together. Why should we be afraid of him? He is only one person. Can he stop us from attacking him in groups?"

Someone was about to pounce, but when he looked around and saw no one moving, he stopped.

Feng Yi sneered and said, "No need to say, I'll just rip you off first!" He pressed his hand on the table, and both the man and the chair floated over into the air. He turned his arm around and grabbed Wang Shaohua's chest.

Seeing that he was still coming at him like the wind while sitting on the chair, Wang Shaohua hurriedly swung his palm to hit his arm. The palm was so powerful that it was like a whirring wind and was quite strong.

He Bi, who was standing beside him, was on good terms with Feng Yi and they also had a grudge for each other because of his brother's broken arm. With a swish, he drew his sword from its sheath, raised his body and chopped at Feng Yi's head.

Feng Yi snorted coldly, and without dodging or evading, his left hand seemed to have eyes behind his head. He grabbed Wang Shaohua's chest directly, and poured the internal force of Shenzhaogong into his right sleeve, brushing it towards He Bizhen's single sword.

Before Wang Shaohua's palm hit Feng Yi's arm, with a whoosh, Feng Yi had already penetrated his palm wind and grabbed his chest.

At the same time, his right sleeve brushed against He Bizheng's sword, and a buzzing sound was heard.

He Bi felt a wave of pain and numbness at the base of his thumb and the sword fell from his hand.

At this time, Wu Shifei also shouted and threw a punch. Although he broke an arm, he didn't want to fall behind since he saw his brothers had all started fighting.

Feng Yi shouted "Go", and then he raised his arm and flicked the single-edged sword lightly with a flick of his finger.

Before Wu Shifei could throw a punch, the knife flashed like lightning, frightening him to death and trying his best to avoid it.

But although he had amazing arm strength and was able to leap and move quickly, these were not his strong points. As he was leaping and moving, he suddenly felt a chill on his right chest. He could not help but scream, his eyes widened, and he staggered back several steps with the single knife that had pierced his chest. He lay on his back on the ground, bleeding like a fountain.

Wang Shaohua was thrown casually by Feng Yi and curled up on the ground like a pile of mud, already dead.

Feng Yi slapped He Bizheng on the chest again.

He Bizheng was numbed by Feng Yi's sword. His brother and Wang Shaohua also died on the spot. He was so frightened that he was stunned, his eyes were wide open, and he forgot to move forward or backward.

Feng Yi could have killed He Wei Zheng with a slap, but halfway through his palm, he thought of something and decided to let him go, but he did not slow down and continued to slap him on the chest.

He Bizheng secretly cried out: "My life is over!"

Feng Yi's palm landed on his body, and with just a little force, both the man and the chair floated back to their original positions, with no change in posture or position.

He Bi was feeling no pain in his chest, but suddenly the clothes on his chest turned into black butterflies and fell to the ground, leaving a palm print on the clothes.

In an instant, his face turned pale and sweat poured down like rain.

(End of this chapter)