Chapter 91: How good is the master?

Feng Yi originally wanted to go to Mongolia to poison people and create a plague, but this was easier said than done, but it was extremely difficult to actually do it.

He didn't know the way, nor did he know how many water sources there were on the grassland. He couldn't throw too little, otherwise it wouldn't work, but he couldn't throw it randomly, because the plague didn't discriminate.

Therefore, this cannot be accomplished by one person alone. We can only rely on the help of the Beggars' Sect and make a careful plan! If the Beggars' Sect disciples who followed Guo Jing and Huang Rong on the Western Expedition can help, it will be twice the result with half the effort.

Therefore, he originally wanted to turn Guanzhong upside down and make a name for himself, and then wait for the Heroes Conference to negotiate with Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Unexpectedly, in the vast world of Jianghu, he could get what he wanted without any effort.

Feng Yi had expected that Guo Jing would not agree to something that was against the harmony of nature, but he still had a backup plan.

The enemy can take advantage of the principle that a gentleman deceives others with his own tactics, so why can't Feng Yi do the same?

Anyway, Guo Jing and Huang Rong's family lived and died with Xiangyang, and it did not change the situation of Mongolia's rule over the Central Plains, so it would be better to try his own plan.

Feng Yi was just concentrating on competing with Huang Yaoshi in running speed and ran more than thirty miles in one breath. So when he was walking back this time, he naturally did not run as fast as he could.

He walked through the woods and around the rocks, and came to a forest. He saw thick shade blocking the moon, and the shadows of the trees were swaying. There were endless strange sounds in the forest, like owls and jackdaws, and it seemed like evil spirits were lurking.

Feng Yi was skilled and brave, so he was not afraid. But suddenly he heard a faint sobbing sound in his ears, and Feng Yi couldn't help but shudder.

But he was curious and followed the sound, and saw a woman in green holding a jade flute, playing it as she walked. Feng Yi had deep internal strength and knew at a glance that the woman was Cheng Ying.

Feng Yi saw that her martial arts skills were not weak, and the jade flute sounded so beautiful when she played it.

Huang Yaoshi and Feng Yi were so fast, how could Cheng Ying catch up with them? In the dead of night, their eyesight could not see far, and they soon lost track of them.

She could only walk and play the flute, waiting for her master to hear her and convey the message to her.

Cheng Ying was playing the flute with her brows lowered when she suddenly felt the wind blowing her clothes behind her. She was startled and immediately stopped playing the flute. Just as she was about to fight back, she heard someone say in her ear, "Don't be afraid, it's me!"

Cheng Ying turned around and saw Feng Yi standing under a tree several feet away, looking at her with a smile.

Cheng Ying knew he was talking in her ear, and she immediately backed away. In her heart, she admired his excellent Qinggong skills, but she said calmly, "It's you, where is my master?"

Feng Yi said: "She met her daughter and son-in-law, so they probably had a conversation."

Cheng Yingxi said, "That's great!" After saying this, he turned and left.

"Miss Cheng." Feng Yi smiled bitterly: "Don't you want to ask what happened?"

He didn't know why the woman hid when she saw him, but he didn't eat people.

Cheng Ying said quietly, "My master asked me to remind you that he obviously has no ill will towards you. Since you know that and you are not an ignorant person, how could you be his enemy?

You are just excited to see the prey and want to learn martial arts from each other."

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Then why don't you ask about the outcome?"

Cheng Ying said, "There is nothing to ask. I don't want to know if you won. My master won. He is a martial arts master who has been famous for many years. Isn't it natural? There is nothing to brag about. Why ask it?"

Feng Yi nodded: "You are very considerate."

He sat down, pointed to a stone opposite and said, "Miss Cheng, your flute is so beautiful. We don't know when we will meet again after today's separation. I would like to ask you to play one more tune, okay?"

Cheng Ying hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

Feng Yi took out a flint and lit a bonfire to illuminate the surroundings. Cheng Ying sat under a tree and began to play the jade flute.

The piece she played was "Welcome the Immortal Guest", which was a piece of music played between the host and the guest. The tune was also graceful and courteous, welcoming the distinguished guest.

Feng Yi sat there poking the fire, not saying a word.

Although he did not know the music, the magic of the Shenzhaojing was that it cultivated the divine will, so he could hear the other person's thoughts.

Knowing that she was intentionally hiding her inner feelings, even though she played this song, it was like completing a mission.

In an instant, Feng Yi lost all his thoughts, even his curiosity about how beautiful the face under the mask was.

When the song was over, Feng Yi stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you, young lady. See you later!" Just as he was about to take a step, "What's wrong with you?" The woman stood up gracefully, "Do you think my playing is not good enough?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "That's not the case, it's just that you not only wear a mask on your face, but also in your heart. I'd better be more knowledgeable and tactful, so as not to annoy others!"

Cheng Ying said nothing more. When she saw Feng Yi's figure was about to disappear, she suddenly called out, "Mr. Feng, I have something to ask you. Is it convenient for you?"

"What?"

Cheng Ying asked softly, "Is the woman next to you Li Mochou's apprentice?"

Feng Yi was stunned, stopped and looked back, wondering: "How did you know?"

Cheng Ying pursed her lips and said, "Five years ago, she came to my uncle's house to kill someone. I saw her!"

Feng Yi was shocked, and in an instant, he understood everything.

Why did Cheng Ying either hide or run away when she saw herself, and she looked like she was worried about something?

Although Feng Yi knew that Li Mochou killed the Lu family, Hong Lingbo didn't, otherwise how could she have such a good relationship with Lu Wushuang?

Could it be that I remembered it wrongly? Feng Yi thought of this and immediately walked over, sat down again, and sighed: "Miss Cheng, what is going on? Who are you? Why don't you tell me? Who is your uncle?"

Cheng Ying said sadly: "My name is Cheng Ying, my uncle is Lu Liding, the owner of the Jiangnan Lu family, and my cousin is Lu Wushuang."

Feng Yi nodded and said, "I know about the Lu Family Manor and Li Mochou, but Ling Bo didn't seem to kill any of the Lu family members!"

Seeing his stunned look, Cheng Ying smiled and said, "Don't think too much. She came to my uncle's house on the orders of her master and didn't kill anyone, so she was beaten back by Madam Wu. I just wanted to ask her about the whereabouts of my cousin who was captured by Li Mochou."

It turns out that Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang are cousins. Cheng Ying is the daughter of Lu Liding's brother-in-law, and her parents entrusted their daughter to him for upbringing before they died.

Hong Lingbo followed Li Mochou's order to go to the Lu family to kill people, but was beaten back by Wu Santong's wife.

Later, Li Mochou personally killed Lu Liding and his wife. When she attacked Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, she saw the brocade handkerchief she had given to Lu Zhanyuan tied around them. She felt soft-hearted and wanted to take the two women away. Cheng Ying was rescued by Huang Yaoshi, and Lu Wushuang was taken away by Li Mochou, but her whereabouts were unknown.

Cheng Ying had mastered martial arts and wanted to go look for his cousin.

When I saw Hong Lingbo today, I felt that she looked familiar. When I thought about it later, wasn't she the little Taoist nun who was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, carrying a long sword, standing on the roof of the Lu family, and claiming to be following the orders of her master Li Mochou?

Cheng Ying wanted to find out whether her cousin Lu Wushuang was dead or alive.

Two people facing the fire, one talking, the other listening,

Cheng Ying's voice was gentle and melodious, and as she spoke, she began to cry for some reason.

Feng Yi sensed her sadness, but he also murmured in his heart that this woman was so weak and didn't look like Huang Lao Xie's disciple at all.

This was because Cheng Ying was a smart person. Before Lu Liding died, he wanted to give the life-saving handkerchief to her, completely ignoring his own daughter. The aunt loved her daughter so much that she fainted in anxiety when she saw her husband ignoring his own daughter.

She remembered that scene all the time. When the disaster was imminent, her uncle treated her like that, which was very kind and righteous. How could she not be grateful? Now she didn't know whether her cousin was dead or alive. She had followed a famous teacher for many years, and her martial arts were so weak. When could she avenge her uncle's family? She was feeling sad when she heard Feng Yi say, "Girl, your cousin is still alive and has learned good martial arts."

Cheng Ying was delighted and stood up: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"

Feng Yi said: "She was begged by Ling Bo to let Li Mochou accept her as a disciple! Although I often lie to people, I always lie to my enemies, and I will never lie to you!"

Cheng Ying looked at him deeply, then suddenly smiled and asked, "Are you and Hong Lingbo married?"

Feng Yi couldn't help but be silent. How could he say that? It's over, but actually it's not.

They didn't get married, but they were actually husband and wife.

No matter how you look at it, it's unfair to Hong Lingbo.

Cheng Ying said coldly: "Hong Lingbo was only a teenager at the time, and she had no grudges against my Lu family. It is not my place to interfere in whether she married you.

But Li Mochou is her master. If you are on good terms with her disciple, will you help her? I need to ask this clearly first, otherwise we may become enemies because of this, which would be bad. "

"Miss Cheng." Feng Yi sighed softly: "Li Mochou expelled Hong Lingbo from the sect, so whether you seek revenge on Li Mochou or others, it has nothing to do with me. How can I help her?"

Cheng Ying nodded.

Feng Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Cheng, if you really want to seek revenge on Li Mochou, you have to practice martial arts for a few more years, and don't act rashly."

He knew that Li Mochou had an extraordinary heritage and was highly skilled in martial arts. Although her internal strength was greatly damaged, it was still beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Especially now that she has obtained the Chongyang Legacy, who knows where she is practicing. Once she comes out, no one in the world except the Five Supremes will dare to say, "Kill the other party?" She promised herself not to kill people, but that doesn't mean she won't kill those who want to kill her for revenge.

Cheng Ying snorted and struck the jade flute in his hand hard, causing sparks to fly. He thought to himself, "He's right. With my current martial arts skills, how can I compare to Li Mochou!"

Feng Yi sensed that she was filled with anger, which was due to both her cruelty to Li Mochou and her own incompetence.

Cheng Ying thought about how even when Master Yideng's disciple Wu Santong and the flying bat Ke Zhen'e joined forces, they were still no match for Li Mochou.

So many years have passed, and her martial arts have improved a lot. She probably won't have this opportunity again in this lifetime.

Cheng Ying was secretly discouraged and unconsciously pressed the holes to play the flute again.

The sound of the flute is mournful, sad and desolate. In the quiet night, the birds are silent and only the sound of the flute fills the air.

黄药师不但是一代武学宗师，更是精通乐道。他将乐理引入内功，创了一首《碧海潮生曲》，那曲调引动气血，能够生出一股牵魂荡魄的奇妙意韵。

程英的内功修为自然不能与黄药师相提并论，可她吹奏起来，俨然让人心随曲飞，箫音渐低渐弱而至无声。

程英吹罢，倦意如潮，竟然靠着树干沉沉睡去。

风逸胸中也如翻江倒海一般：“是啊，洪凌波终究是李莫愁的徒弟，我有了她，世上的哪个好女子能够接受？”

想到这里，风逸这才开始正视起了自己，心想：“唉，风逸，你特妈本质上就是个渣男啊！吃着碗里的，看着锅里的。

前世没有机会，没有能耐！现在你有了点本事，就飘了，天天三心二意的，果然哪，你真不如人家陆展元哪！”

风逸听程英半天不说话，转头一看，她竟然已经睡着，心想：“她肯定是这段时间跟着黄药师，又要跟踪我们，还得打探情况，给我提前报信，今日知道表妹情况，心结去了大半，累着了。”

风逸自然不好离去，自己对火坐了半晌，

篝火燃烧，毕剥有声，他也困倦起来，打起了盹。

时光慢慢流去，迷糊间，就听一阵沙沙脚步声传来。

风逸一个机灵，张眼望去，已经天光大白，照着一堆灰白余烬，程英已经不知所踪。

风逸本想瞧一瞧她模样，这一来不免有些失望，叹了口气，摇了摇头，准备接上洪凌波去关中。

突然就听程英柔声道：“大清早的，唉声叹气干嘛？”

风逸转过头来，见她一身素净青衣，蒙面如故，两人目光相遇，心中均起波澜。

风逸笑了笑道：“我以为我再也见不到你了。”。

程英望着他，不知说什么才好。

用师父的话说，此人似正非正，似邪非邪，总是叫人捉摸不透，沉默片刻，轻轻叹道：“若真有那一天，也是情势所迫，不得不尔！”

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“说的好！”风逸悠悠叹了口气。

程英从衣囊中取出一个纱布包裹，掀开时麦香扑鼻，却是几个白面馍馍，她递给风逸，说道：“我刚才去取了些水！”

又用水壶倒了清水，分给风逸。

风逸接过馍馍、清水，呆了一呆，吃了起来。

他本就觉得程英所穿青袍缝工精巧，裁剪合身，穿在身上更衬得她身形苗条，婀娜多姿，一套布衣实远胜锦衣绣服，而这必然是她亲自做的。

这馒头、水壶等物，无一不安排妥善，处处显得她心细如发，心下暗叹：“好女儿家，最终却是一生孤苦。”

他知道，自己有了洪凌波，配不上程英。

原剧情中的杨过，有了小龙女，自然也就徒惹人伤心了。

他突然有了一种感觉，貌似世上的好人，结局都不怎样好！程英见风逸愁眉不展，不由笑道：“嫌不好吃吗，你先垫垫，这里离镇子还有十多里呢！”

风逸将一口馍咽了下去，不禁叹道：“这就很好了，我不挑食，只是想着以后，你这样的姑娘，不知得便宜哪个小子！”

话一出口，登觉和这样的正经女子，开玩笑不太合适，有些不好意思。

程英欲言又止，突然就听天上传来一声锐叫，抬头望去，一只硕大的白雕在远处天空盘旋。

风逸皱了皱眉：“看来有热闹了。”

程英道：“我刚才接水就听见有武林高手路过。”

风逸喜道：“高手？有多高？”

程英脸色一热，心想：“和我差不多吧！”

风逸忽道：“我们去看看！”

说着一拉程英小手，奔了出去。

他身法迅快，很快绕过一处山脊，只听得前面传来几下“叮铛”金铁交鸣，以及吆喝酣斗之声，

风逸功聚双耳，是几人正在厮杀，听其声音响动，动手之人无一庸手。

程英被他握住了手，几度想劝他松手，可又不愿开口，只怕这一说，让风逸羞愧，两人的交情就此决裂。

风逸此时倒没想那么多，只是嫌她慢罢了，两人远远望见前方白云深深，高山直插云霄，山上古松因风而啸，波涛阵阵，状如大海起伏。

风逸胸襟大阔，到了山下，一方平地上密密匝匝立着三十多人，忽听阵中齐齐喝一声彩。

程英一拉风逸衣袖，低声说：“对方人多势众，咱们先瞧瞧。”

风逸见这里石多树少，瘦石嶙峋，风逸带着程英绕过山岭，爬到崖顶上向下俯看。

程英忍了半晌，才迸出一句：“你能松开我的手……”便又不由住口，心中百味杂陈。

风逸这才惊觉，急忙松手，不好意思道：“程姑娘，对不住。”

程英道：“你以后不要给李莫愁帮忙，就很对得住我了。”

风逸笑道：“那肯定不会了。”

程英笑道：“你这样不老实，难怪能将一个道姑骗的还俗！”

风逸急道：“两情相悦的事，怎么能是骗呢？”

程英哼了一声，俯视下方。

风逸也看了下去，就见这三十多人中，形貌特异者颇为不少，或高鼻虬髯，或曲发深目，并非中土人物，但个个形容剽悍，神完气足，一看就是内外兼修的好手。

他们围成一圈，将两男子围在中间。

场内正有两人激斗。

一个是西域人装束，手持弯刀，刀光如惊风吹雪，飘忽绝伦，竟是罕有的用刀高手，

另一个是个年轻少年，手持长剑，身穿紫酱色袍子，腰间束着绣花锦缎英雄绦，神色剽悍，举手投足之间精神十足。

颊上溅了几点鲜血，手中一口长剑，剑招朴实，但往往能从如雪刀光中窥出破绽，攻敌必救，对方弯刀虽快，一时也奈何不了他。

程英奇道：“是他们？”

风逸道：“你认得？”

程英道：“这个手持长剑对战的，叫武敦儒，那个坐在地上的，叫武修文，他们是两兄弟，小时候在姨丈家见过。”

风逸哦了一声，道：“这就难怪了。”

风逸见武修文身穿宝蓝色袍子，坐在地上，扬眉瞪眼，腿上一片血迹，显然是受了伤，目光看着哥哥，颇为紧张。

这群人想是难得遇上如此对手，瞧得兴奋，指指点点，其中一个汉人装束的汉子笑道：“麻老兄，这半晌还胜不了，要么你歇一歇，让我来会会他？”

西域人怒哼一声，刀法更紧，然而他刀法一快，破绽便生，

当啷一声，武敦儒长剑挡住弯刀，眼疾手快，扣住他的手臂，大力一拽，横拖半尺，飞起一脚，正中对方腹部，

西域人口吐鲜血，凌空飞出，却将弯刀一甩，如电掷来，“噗”地一声，没入武敦儒肩头，当下一声闷哼，退了一步。

西域人被一脚踢中要害，半跪在地，他在西域以刀法称雄，不枓今日在一个少年人手中吃亏，心中又惊又佩，以生硬汉语叫道：“你是何人？”

武敦儒反手拔出肩头弯刀，微微冷笑道：“我乃郭大侠大弟子武敦儒！”

众人见他任由肩头血流如注，眉不皱，色不改，本就心中诧异，再听他一报号，顿时呼啦一下，纷纷后退数尺，面上透出惊惧神气。

突然就听远处传来一声长啸，雄浑盛大，群山皆响，继而又是一声清亮高昂的啸声响了起来。

两道啸声交织在一起，有如一只大鹏、一只小鸟并肩齐飞，越飞越高，小鸟始终不落于大鹏之后。

这双啸齐作，虽然在数里之外，也有回翔九天之威。

程英骇然道：“我好像听过这两人的啸声。”

风逸道：“郭靖黄蓉马上就到了。”

突然就听有二人同时打了个哈哈，笑声颇为怪异。

风逸就见余人退后，这两人反而上前，只见一个贵公子打扮的人，飘然上前，微微一笑：“你这名字没听说过。不过郭靖武功高强，乃是中华第一高手，可手下弟子却是脓包。

你这小子敢到这里，坏我的事，莫非你不知道本王子是谁吗？”口音不纯，显非中土人氏。

只见他身穿浅黄色锦袍，手拿折扇，三十来岁左右年纪，脸上一股傲狠之色。

另一个身披红袍，头戴金冠，形容枯瘦，是个中年藏僧。

程英见这两人气度沉穆，与余敌大不相同，想起师父说过的话，说道：“这两人应该便是金轮国师的两位徒弟。”

风逸嗯了一声。

武敦儒笑笑说道：“我自然知道你是谁，你不就是霍都吗？你们这群蒙古强盗，抢我师妹的马，我若不管，天理何存？”

“说得好。”霍都击扇大笑：“看来本王子威名不小。不过武家小子，你明知我是谁，还这么大口气，你们就不怕死么？”

武敦儒浓眉一扬，冷冷地道：“国家民族尚且遭难，我兄弟二人此身何惜？你就放马过来吧！”

武修文也撑持着身子，长剑一指霍都，高叫：“你们谁再上来？”

Wu Dunru patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have a disability, so leave it to me for now!"

Wu Xiuwen's face was filled with shame and anger, but the current situation did not allow him to fight any longer, so he could only retreat to the side, broken and limping.

Huo Du said with a smile: "At such a young age, you don't understand what it means for the country to be in trouble!"

Wu Dunru sneered and said, "Stop talking nonsense and come up to teach me!"

Huo Du laughed loudly and said, "Your master has made an agreement with me, how can you be so arrogant! Haha..."

Regardless of whether they understood or not, everyone laughed along.

(End of this chapter)