Chapter 87: East Evil

The two of them stayed at an inn. After dinner, Hong Lingbo cleaned up and saw Feng Yi sitting at the table, holding a piece of plain paper with a slightly frown on his face.

Hong Lingbo sneered and said, "This is clearly the handwriting of this woman. Think about it carefully. Who do you have a lover who cares about you but is too embarrassed to show up?"

Feng Yi smiled unconsciously and said, "You are my only lover."

Hong Lingbo asked: "Who is this woman, and why is she so kind?"

Feng Yi said: "I do have a candidate in mind, but I'm not sure."

Hong Lingbo laughed and said, "Not sure? Is it because you like her that she ignores you?"

Feng Yi smiled bitterly and said, "The reason why I took you to Jingzhao Prefecture that day and didn't let you show up, and then took you away when you left, was to create a feeling that you were forced.

So the rumor in the martial arts world is that when a master captures a woman, she must be a peerless beauty. But you and I are actually in love with each other, and I am so young.

No one would think of me as an expert at killing officials, nor could they identify you and me, but this woman knew that my last name was Feng, and it was obvious that she had seen everything we did.

However, being able to follow me without me noticing is something that not everyone can do.

But if it was someone behind her, I don't know when he started following us. How much does he know about our conversation?"

Feng Yi thought about it and touched his chin.

When they were flirting that day, they talked a lot about Huang Yaoshi and Mei Chaofeng! Seeing that he was lost in thought, Hong Lingbo stopped asking.

Feng Yi stared at Su Jian, examining her for a while, and suddenly said, "It seems that many masters have gathered in Longju Village, waiting for me to take the bait!"

"Many?" Hong Lingbo frowned and asked, "How good are these masters' martial arts?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "At the very least, he is no less than Li Mochou!"

Hong Lingbo was surprised and remained silent for a while before saying, "How can there be so many masters in the world!"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "The world is so big, but it is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

Hong Lingbo also smiled and said calmly: "If that's the case, are you going or not?"

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, then looked back at Hong Lingbo, stared at her and asked, "What do you think?"

Hong Lingbo said: "Wherever you go, I will go there, this is my idea!"

Feng Yi sighed unconsciously. Hong Lingbo gave the whip to Feng Yi and said, "I've played with this whip enough. We need money for many things. You can exchange it for silver."

Feng Yi was excited, nodded, and said, "You are so nice."

Hong Lingbo said disdainfully: "I think this whip is too dazzling. If I take it out, it will either attract people's covetousness or reveal my identity. I don't have your ability, so what else can I do except give it to you?"

Feng Yi smiled and said nothing.

His gift to Hong Lingbo was a natural thing between lovers, and Hong Lingbo took the initiative to return it without claiming it as her own. Apart from anything else, she had learned the arrogance and conceit from Li Mochou, and had improved a lot from it.

This is a necessary condition for surviving in the world.

When it got dark, Feng Yi changed into his night clothes and said, "I'm going out for a while."

Hong Lingbo said: "Be careful!"

Whenever Feng Yi arrived at a place, he would step on the plates first before taking action. She had gotten used to it.

Feng Yi walked out of the house, gently jumped onto the roof, looked up, and saw the bright moon setting in the west and a strong breeze blowing, which was really refreshing.

Feng Yi displayed his agility, climbed over the wall of the inn, and climbed over the walls of the houses in the city. He walked very slowly, as if he was carefully identifying the way in secret.

After a while, Feng Yi ran straight to the outskirts of the city and arrived at the edge of a forest. He saw dense trees all around him. He ran two steps, landed lightly behind a stone, shrank his body, and hid in the dark.

After a while, a figure flashed towards the moon, as light as a cloud, floating towards him.

The two people were far apart, and Feng Yi couldn't see her face clearly, but the person had narrow shoulders and a thin waist, and a graceful figure. She was clearly a young woman.

Soon the woman also reached the edge of the woods and stopped.

Feng Yi only saw that her face looked like a zombie, but her eyes reflected the moonlight, shining in the darkness. She was the girl in green whom he saw during the day.

Feng Yi's mind turned, and he suddenly chuckled. He picked up a piece of grass and shot it towards her waist.

The woman was very alert, her eyes were still clear, but her body was like a willow branch broken by a strong wind, bent into an extreme arc, and the grass missed her waist by half an inch.

The woman dodged, turned her beautiful eyes and said, "So you wanted to lead me here on purpose!" Her body moved as light as a floating cloud, and she wanted to jump into the woods.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "What a great skill!"

It slowly floated over the girl's head, this time using all its strength, moving like a ghost, using the dragnet style.

When the woman saw someone in front of her, she sank her body, touched the ground, turned around and ran again.

Feng Yi just laughed, without lifting his feet or moving his hands, he suddenly rushed in front of her, pretending not to know: "Oh, you are the girl who made a move during the day!"

The girl quickly turned left again, using her master's lightness skills to run away, but Feng Yi stopped her again and said, "Miss, did you write that plain paper? I have a lot of questions that I want you to answer."

However, the girl stopped talking. While Feng Yi was talking, she changed her position six or seven times, but her eyes were full of Feng Yi's shadow.

The girl felt dizzy and dazzled, and a little bit of fear arose, but she was also inexplicably angry in her heart. Thinking of this, she raised her right hand quickly, swung out the weapon from her sleeve, and pointed it at Feng Yi's "Tan Zhong Point".

This point is also called "Zhongdantian" and is the important area of ​​the heart and lungs. Once it is pierced, the person will be crippled if not dead.

Feng Yi saw the weapon gleaming with light, about three feet long, a silver short stick similar to a tooth flute or jade flute, and the move was graceful and elegant, with a graceful and ethereal appearance. He thought: "It seems to be true. If I don't show my true ability, I won't be able to provoke the peeping Tom!"

At that moment, his true energy turned, and he secretly used the "Shenzhao Gong" to cover his chest. The woman in green thought that Feng Yi would definitely dodge, but Yu Xiao rushed straight in. She couldn't stop in time and shouted, "Retreat quickly..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a "click" sound, and he felt that the place where he was stabbed was as hard as an iron plate. A strong force burst out from the opponent's body, and the jade flute in his hand actually slipped out of his hand.

Feng Yi turned his wrist quickly, grabbed the jade flute again, and stuffed it back into the other person's hand. His feet moved like springs, and he rushed out backwards and stood a few feet away with a smile on his face.

This shock, forward and backward movement was faster than lightning.

The girl understood and took two steps back. Her eyes sparkled. She nodded at him and said in a low voice: "Master Feng, you are indeed a martial arts master. It's me who is meddling!" Then she turned and left.

She saw that Feng Yi was about the same age as her. She had received the true teachings of a famous teacher, but she didn't expect that she would be treated like a toy in his hands, which greatly damaged her teacher's reputation. Thinking of this, her nose was sore and her eyes were hot, and tears flashed in her eyes! When Feng Yi saw her talking, the skin on his face did not move at all. If he hadn't heard the voice coming from her mouth, he would have thought he was a walking corpse, but his voice was extremely soft and crisp.

I don’t know if it’s because the night is gentle and the wind is intoxicating, or what, but Feng Yi feels as if he has forgotten his worries and is awake.

But seeing that she was about to leave, Feng Yi hurriedly took a step forward and stopped the woman. Just as he was about to ask her something, he saw tears in her eyes.

Feng Yi's mind raced with thoughts: "Why are you crying? Alas, Huang Yaoshi's disciples all love to bring honor to their master. Do you feel that you have brought shame to your master?"

Thinking of being shameless, he used his Qi in reverse, coughed several times, and his face turned red. He took three steps back, pointed his finger at the woman, and said in a trembling voice: "What a powerful swordsmanship, I can't do it anymore..."

The woman could see clearly in the moonlight that Feng Yi's face was as pale as a pig's liver and he was having difficulty breathing. Suddenly, he thought of his own Yu Xiao sword technique, which focused on attacking the enemy's acupoints and was a unique skill in the world.

Moreover, I had hit his vital point in a hurry, and he was so angry that he rushed over and said in a trembling voice: "You...you...how are you? Why don't you hide?"

The thought of him dying gave me a chill.

Feng Yi originally wanted to prevent the girl from feeling too embarrassed, but seeing her frightened look, he was immediately delighted. He stared with eyes wide open and stuck out his tongue, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that I, Feng Yi, who has been so successful all my life, would die in the hands of a girl today. It's really fate!" After saying that, he suddenly fell back and held his breath.

Feng Yi was good at acting, after all, Ling Tuisi had been deceived by him before, and now he was using his magical skills to help him. This hard-working performance made the woman unbelievable. Seeing him fall to the ground, she hurriedly embraced him and said a string of "you" but said nothing more.

Because she couldn't feel Feng Yi's breath, she didn't know what to say after she killed someone.

Feng Yi opened his eyes slightly. Although her face was ugly, when he was hugged, he saw that her eyes were full of love and the neck under her ugly face was as white and smooth as sheep fat. Although he was acting, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel his blood boiling and he wished he could stay here forever.

Especially when I felt her skin as smooth as cream through her green clothes, my heart felt a surge of warmth and ups and downs, and a faint fragrance rushed to my nose. I couldn't help but think that such a woman, I don't know how beautiful she is under the mask.

Feng Yi had an idea and reached out to touch her face as if possessed.

The woman suddenly screamed, let go of his hand, and leaped backwards like a fly, shouting, "You lied to me!"

Feng Yi's hand missed by a hair's breadth, and not only did he miss, he also fell directly to the ground, but his back did not touch the ground, and he bounced up with a tap of his heels, laughing and saying, "Girl, I was just kidding.

But your Qinggong and swordsmanship are really good. If my internal strength wasn't a little stronger than yours, I wouldn't be able to defeat you!"

The woman secretly exclaimed that it was a close call, and then she felt slightly happy when she heard him say that he was very good at swordsmanship. But when she thought about his behavior just now, she felt angry and amused at the same time.

It turned out that she was wearing a popular mask, and everyone avoided her when they saw her. However, Feng Yi acted out of character and not only deceived her, but also wanted to touch her face. If it weren't for her strong martial arts skills, she would have been taken advantage of.

The woman stood in silence for a long while facing the evening breeze and said, "Mr. Feng's actions are not like those of a hero."

Feng Yi's black and white eyes turned over her body, and saw that although the green robe she wore was made of cloth, it was finely sewn and tailored to fit her body, which made her figure more slender and graceful. He thought to himself: "Such a gentle and lovely woman, whether Huang Yaoshi is here or not, if I don't see what she looks like, how can I sleep well tonight?"

Feng Yi saw her disrespectful look and said with a smile: "You are wrong!" He shook his head: "I am not a hero, I am just an ordinary man!"

The girl bowed and said, "Master Feng, there is no need to be modest. Mongolia is already recruiting soldiers, training them, and preparing supplies to launch a war of aggression to the south and destroy our Song State.

The vast fertile land of Guanzhong was the top priority for military supplies. Lian Xixian, the envoy of Jingzhao, was a legendary figure of the Uighurs in the Western Regions, but he left a strong mark in the Mongolian court.

He had close contacts with Mongolian dignitaries, and his sudden murder directly shocked the courts and the underworld of both countries, causing an uproar.

You also assassinated officials at all levels in the Sanqin area. Mongolia did not have the right personnel to undertake the preparation and transportation of materials for a while, and officials at all levels were worried about their safety, fearing that they would suddenly lose their heads at night or be stabbed with a poison needle.

The war of aggression against the Song Dynasty had been postponed unknowingly, saving countless common people from the war.

You are a skilled martial artist, and you are a real man who disregards personal fame and danger. Although I am not very knowledgeable, I know that if a man like you is not considered a hero, who else in the world can be called a hero?"

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, and Feng Yi noticed that she spoke seriously and sincerely, so he listened attentively.

Feng Yi doesn't care about his personal reputation, and doesn't care whether he is a hero or not. However, all men are more or less vain, and Feng Yi is no exception.

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Hearing these words, he was very happy in his heart, and immediately waved his hand and said: "I don't care whether I am a hero or not, but I am very happy to receive a compliment from the young lady!"

As he spoke, his expression straightened up and he clasped his fists and said, "I am very grateful for the reminder from Miss Feng Yi about the rumor. Please don't call me Master Feng. If you think highly of me, just call me Feng Yi. May I ask your name, and who is your master in the martial arts world?"

The girl said politely: "My humble name is not worth mentioning. As for who my mentor is, Master Feng will know it in the future.

But what you have done in Shaanxi is of great importance. Both Mongolia and the Song court are under tremendous pressure. The people under you are also under great pressure. They are all eager to know who you are and to get rid of you.

They inferred that you were going to cross Longju Village and then go south through Zijing Pass based on the fact that you set out from Chang'an, traveled all the way south, and killed the commander of Zhulin Pass.

So the Mongolian national master Jinlun, along with his disciples and some unorthodox masters, are waiting for you to fall into their trap. These people are really not to be trifled with!"

As he came closer, he said, "Although Master Feng's martial arts are great, I have been ordered to remind you that you should think twice before you act, and not act rashly."

He took out a thin silk scarf-like object from his bag and said, "This is a human skin mask. After you put it on, it will be more convenient for you to act in the future!"

Her tone was gentle, and Feng Yi felt that she was concerned about him, so he took it and said, "Thank you, young lady. So you are wearing a human skin mask, too. I wonder if you can let me see your face?"

The girl took two steps back and said, "I have completed my mission. I will take my leave now." Then she turned around and walked away.

Feng Yi said angrily, "Miss, you can say I am rude and presumptuous when I ask you your name. But you didn't even tell me your last name or who your master is, and you are in such a hurry to leave. Let me ask you, am I still a hero in your eyes?"

The girl frowned and was silent for a while, then slowly said: "My last name is Cheng, I am not very good at martial arts, and I dare not tarnish the reputation of my teacher.

Her face is even uglier. I am afraid I will scare you, so it is better not to look at her!" Then he left.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "You can tell a person by his voice. How can Miss Cheng, who is so gentle and elegant, be ugly?

Besides, no matter how ugly you are, I want to see what my savior looks like."

As he said this, he stretched out his body and was about to stop her, but he heard a "whoosh" sound and Feng Yi's hair stood on end, knowing that a hidden weapon was coming to attack him.

He didn't have time to turn around to see the hidden weapon coming at him before the force had already hit his back. He knew that the opponent was an extraordinary master, but he was confident in his supernatural powers and had to challenge him to a duel. With a sharp sound, he swung out with his left hand.

The "Shen Zhao Gong" was born out of the situation, the palm muscles convexed and concave, the tendons and veins circulated, offsetting the incoming force, and the hidden weapon was gently grasped in the hand.

When he opened his palm, he saw that it was actually a pine nut with emerald green color, which was still spinning continuously.

Cheng Ying was overjoyed and said, "Master!"

Feng Yi looked up and saw a man in green standing quietly on the top of a tree several feet away. The man had a ghostly expression on his face and said calmly, "Great Kung Fu!"

The voice was vigorous, and his skill had reached a superb level. As soon as he said this, a light flashed between his eyes, and he stepped on the branches with his feet. With the help of the tiny elastic force, he shot up like a rainbow across the sky, and shot towards the forest.

Feng Yi sneered in his heart, "He's really weird, hiding his head and showing his tail!" He flew up and landed on the top of the tree, while the figure was already ten feet away.

Feng Yi stretched out his body, using his Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada's Lightness Skill to the fullest extent, and chased after it on the treetops like a wisp of light smoke.

The man also realized that someone was following him, so he quickened his pace and ran faster than lightning.

Miss Cheng also climbed to the top of the tree and looked up. The trees were endless and the two of them had disappeared into the darkness of the night. She felt puzzled.

It was her master who asked her to deliver the letter to Feng Yi, but it was also her master who said nothing. However, thinking of her master's nickname and temper, she immediately chased after him.

She was none other than Cheng Ying. When Li Mochou was destroying the Lu family, she was captured by him and nearly killed. Fortunately, Huang Yaoshi, the owner of Peach Blossom Island, passed by and saved her life.

After his daughter got married, Huang Yaoshi had been wandering around the world, and he was lonely as he grew old. When he saw Cheng Ying was weak and helpless, he couldn't help but feel pity for her. After curing her of the poison from the Ice Soul Silver Needle, he kept her by his side.

Cheng Ying served him with great care and consideration, far better than the naughty, playful and unruly Huang Rong back then.

Huang Yaoshi fell in love with her out of pity and accepted her as his disciple.

Although Cheng Ying is not as smart as Huang Rong, she is very careful and attentive, and has learned a lot of skills from Huang Yaoshi. This year, she has just mastered martial arts, and reported to her master that she wants to go north to find her cousin Lu Wushuang. However, on the Guanshan Road, she heard about Feng Yi's deeds, but she didn't know who the master was until she met her master, who said his name was Feng Yi.

Delivering the letter and mask to Feng Yi was also assigned by Huang Yaoshi and was not a personal act.

Huang Yaoshi wore a wide scarf with big sleeves, and walked with a graceful and unhurried pace. There was no air of arrogance in his movements, just as if he was strolling leisurely in a courtyard. However, his hair and beard were flying, his clothes were fluttering, and his speed was truly astonishing.

Feng Yi saw that he had mastered the art of Qinggong and was very graceful. He could not help but admire him secretly and thought to himself, "I want to compete with you! Let's see who is faster?"

His competitive spirit was aroused, and he used all his magical powers, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and the strong wind made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

Huang Yaoshi seemed to want to compete with Feng Yi in terms of running speed, but he did not take the right path, but chose to walk quickly along the rugged mountain paths and forests, looking back at Feng Yi from time to time.

He knew that although he seemed calm, he had actually tried his best, and Feng Yi was not one step behind him. He thought that the legend in the martial arts world said that this boy's internal strength, swordsmanship, and lightness skills had all reached extremely high levels. Today, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

I have only seen a few people with such skills in my life, but this kid is only twenty years old this year, and I really don’t know how he trained it.

Feng Yi thought to himself: "No matter how weird you are, I will compete with you today to see how long you, an old man, can hold out!"

The two men were thinking about it, and their steps were not slow. Once they put their rare martial arts skills into practice, they were like two flying birds or two butterflies flying through flowers, passing over trees and climbing over mountains. In a flash, they had run more than thirty miles.

At the beginning, the two were about ten feet apart, and it was still like that now. Feng Yi was so angry that he thought, "I am young, and this old man is at least eighty years old. I can't even get him ten feet away from thirty miles away. Where has my kung fu gone?"

Thinking of this, he gathered his strength, used his ancient tomb-sweeping skills, and quickly chased after him.

This ancient tomb warrior's lightness skill was indeed the best in the world. In less than a cup of tea, he was only five meters away from Huang Yaoshi.

At this time, they were coming to a high peak. The terrain here was flat. There was a large, smooth, and flat red stone about two meters square. Huang Yaoshi let out a long roar, then suddenly stopped and turned around, without moving at all.

Feng Yi stopped running and was as steady as a rock. Looking closely, he was wearing a green Confucian robe and had a slender figure, but his face was expressionless, like a zombie. He must be wearing a human skin mask, so it was impossible to see his face.

Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly and said, "What a powerful kid! If you keep running, I will lose to you!"

Although Feng Yi guessed who the other party was, the other party was unwilling to reveal the truth, and he could not be too careless, so he clasped his fists and said: "I don't know the senior, but you asked me to warn you of the danger. I am very grateful. But I don't know what you want to tell me by bringing me here?"

Huang Yaoshi said coldly: "I thought you were a person of high rank, so I helped you out of good intentions, but I never thought that you were all show and no substance, and you bullied my disciple. Today I must seek justice for her!"

Feng Yi snorted and said, "Are you the East Evil Huang Yaoshi?"

The man laughed and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "The only ones who dare to boast like this in front of me are the East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar and Old Naughty Boy. I can stop thinking of him as a pretentious person.

But there is probably no one else in the world who likes to be mysterious and wears a human skin mask, except Dong Xie!"

The man in green sneered and said, "It seems that you are not only arrogant, but also smart. Yes, I am Huang Yaoshi, take action!"

Feng Yi saw that he had his hands behind his back, his feet were unsteady, and his body was full of flaws, but he was as powerful as a lone peak. He was indeed a top master with dozens of reputations. He raised his sword eyebrows and said, "In this case, use weapons or be bare-handed. Since you are old, please draw a path for me, and I will accompany you without hesitation!"

Huang Yaoshi smiled again and said, "You dare to say such words in front of me, Huang Yaoshi. I really admire you. So I will satisfy you. I heard that you have a precious sword, so show it to me!"

Feng Yi's mind raced with thoughts: "This man has no ill will towards me. He probably wants to spar with me, but he is too old and his martial arts skills are too high. If I fight him with a blood knife, there will be risks. If I injure or kill him, won't Cheng Ying hate me to death?"

He hadn't even seen what Cheng Ying looked like, but he had already developed evil intentions in his heart. As for Huang Yaoshi, he was not afraid of him because he was always strong! Feng Yi laughed loudly and said, "It's not that I don't show this knife. You may not believe it, but when my blood knife is unsheathed, blood will be seen! For Miss Cheng's sake, let's have a fistfight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and sent out his right palm. The wind from his palm blew up the corner of Huang Yaoshi's clothes, and his left palm was like a bird's wing paddling in the water, chopping him on the forehead.

(End of this chapter)