Following the instructions of the pharmacy clerk, Feng Shao found Baldy San and others in a tavern.

At this time, four people including Laitou San were sitting at a table with a jar of old wine and two pounds of beef. They were drinking and eating meat while shouting loudly.

There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. The three bald heads are just as their name suggests, with yellow ringworm growing on their heads.

Sitting opposite Lai Tou San was a thin young man with shifty eyes. He held his wine and said with a smile: "Brother Lai Tou's eyesight is really amazing. He actually saw the silver in the little girl's hand from a distance. I don't know where the little girl stole the silver from, it weighs five taels!"

The bald-headed third man smiled and said, "Who cares? Anyway, the silver she stole is just enough to treat us brothers to a nice meal! When we get back, we will go find that girl and ask her where she stole the silver from, so that we can get some money from her!"

Sitting on the left of Lai Tou San was a short man with a fat face. He laughed and said, "But speaking of it, that little girl is also quite pitiful. She stole such a silver ingot with great difficulty, but it was robbed by us brothers! But we brothers were kind-hearted and only robbed her of the silver. If it were someone else, they would have sold her to a brothel!"

"Hey! Old Five, we are thieves with our own code of conduct. This money is the protection fee we collect, so we naturally cannot force women of good families into prostitution. When that little girl can no longer pay the protection fee, then we can consider selling her to a brothel!" A young man who looked fair-skinned but had a rather wretched demeanor and was sitting on the right side of Baldy Third said with a smile.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out to the table and lifted up the jar of wine. The four people were startled at the same time, and then looked at the person who stretched out the hand, only to see a handsome young man with a cold expression. The young man picked up the jar of wine and took several gulps of it, then frowned and said, "What a crappy wine, it's so weak, I'm afraid I won't get drunk even if I drink three jars!"

Lai Tou San and the others were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses.

The short man slammed the table heavily and said angrily, "How dare you mess with me! Put down the wine!"

The young man first glanced at the man's fist, then suddenly asked, "The injuries on the girl were mainly caused by you, right?"

The man was startled at first, then he laughed, "I thought you were someone else, but you came here to vent your anger on that little girl! Yes, it was your grandfather who beat that little girl! If you don't want to follow in her footsteps, put down the wine and kowtow three times to each of us four brothers! We are in a good mood today, if you kowtow well, we won't look for bad luck with you!"

"Oh? So I should thank you?" The young man looked at him with a smile.

"Thanks, but..."

Before he could finish his words, the young man swung his hand and smashed the wine jar hard on the sturdy man's head.

With a loud bang, the strong man was hit on the head and blood was flowing. He screamed and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Lai Tou San and the others all stood up. The tavern owner and the waiter also opened their eyes wide and looked at the young man in horror.

The third bald man was obviously the leader of the group. He stared at the young man and said coldly, "Friend, did we offend you?"

The young man said coldly: "I'm sorry, you have offended me."

"I wonder how we have offended you, Your Excellency?"

The young man pointed at the wine and meat on the table and said, "You used my money to buy wine and meat, and you are enjoying your meal here. You want to ask me for money later. Tell me, have you offended me?"

Several people were stunned at first, then they suddenly understood.

The young man with a clean-skinned face but a wretched look said, "My friend, we didn't steal the money from you. It was stolen by that little girl. We snatched the money away from you, which is a way to vent your anger! You hit someone without knowing the truth, isn't that too unreasonable?"

Perhaps the young man's ferocity frightened several people, so they spoke in a much more polite tone than that of the strong man.

After all, this young man was a stranger, and the three bald men didn't know who was behind him. If they accidentally offended someone they couldn't afford to offend, then their good days would be over.

This is the philosophy of life for people like them. They dare to shake their fists at those who are weaker than themselves, and they can also admit defeat to those who are stronger than themselves without hesitation.

The young man looked at them with contempt, and finally turned his gaze to the third bald man, and said coldly: "The silver that little girl gave was given by me. You robbed the silver I gave her, which means you robbed my silver. I have to teach you a lesson today, so that you won't go out and cause trouble for others!"

As soon as these words came out, they knew that this matter would not end well. They were also quick-witted and immediately picked up the benches and waved them at the young man.

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After a while, the four of them fell to the ground, groaning. They didn't expect that this seemingly weak and frail little white face could fight so well. They were knocked to the ground in one blow.

But the young man was playing with them like mice. He could have beaten them so hard that they couldn't stand up anymore, but he held back. After being knocked down, the three people rushed forward again, and were knocked down again. After several times, they finally understood.

This young man was no match for them.

The third bald man fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, but he kept cursing: "Boy, you are in trouble, you are in big trouble! When my brother comes back, I will teach you a lesson!"

The young man sat casually on a stool and smiled faintly when he heard this: "The brother you are talking about, could it be Ye Chen who joined Taiwei Sect?"

The bald man showed a proud look on his face: "So you also know my brother's name! If that's the case, why don't you apologize to us brothers quickly, and then pay us a hundred or eighty taels of silver? As long as you show your sincerity in apologizing, we brothers will let this matter go!"

The young man walked forward and slammed his foot on the thigh of Lai Tou San. With a "crack" sound, Lai Tou San couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching scream, and everyone present couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.

The young man squatted down, looked at Lai Tou San, and said coldly: "Don't you want your brother to avenge you? Then I will give you this opportunity. Remember, my name is Feng Shao. When you complain to your brother, don't call the wrong name!"

"You...you..." Lai Tou San gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but then a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a possibility that he dared not think about came to his mind, "Could you be...the eldest disciple of the Taiwei Sect, the new Holy Son, Feng Shao?"

"It seems that I am still somewhat famous!"

Feng Shao raised his foot and broke the strong man's limbs one by one. The strong man rolled on the ground and wailed in pain.

Feng Shao turned his head, looked at the few people, and sneered: "You guys are so bold to rely on the name of my Taiwei Sect to do evil outside! Lai Tou San, don't worry, I will definitely discipline your brother for you. After all, I am his senior brother!"

When Baldy Three heard this, he felt dizzy.

It's over! I'm afraid even my brothers will get into trouble this time!

After Feng Shao disciplined the few people, he threw a silver ingot to the tavern owner and said, "Throw them out! If anyone asks, just say that it was Feng Shao from Taiwei Sect who beat them up! Also, if anyone else in this city dares to do evil by relying on the name of our Taiwei Sect, go to Linglong Pavilion and file a complaint. I'll deal with them all together when I come next time!"

After saying that, Feng Shao left without looking back.

Feng Shao had never thought that he would encounter such a thing when he just went down the mountain to buy something. With the nature of people like Ye Chen, if his sworn brother was beaten, he would definitely take revenge. As for who was right and who was wrong, it was not within his scope of concern. This is the characteristic of the son of luck, he and his brothers are always right.

Don't expect to reason with them.

Before Feng Shao beat up these people, he had thought about some of the key points. Obviously, it was inevitable that he would have an enemy with Ye Chen. And who would have an enemy with the son of destiny if not a villain? Feng Shao felt that this might be destined. He and Ye Chen were destined to be enemies, and the hatred between them would only deepen, not end.

In addition, Feng Shao also needs to figure out some other things, such as what the change of luck depends on. Yesterday at the ceremony, Master Qing Yangzi quietly sided with Ye Chen, which once made Ye Chen's luck change from purple to gold. But when Feng Shao defeated him, Ye Chen's luck dropped back to normal, and even became a few points weaker than before.

And when Ye Chen lost the Blood Refined Sword, his luck declined again, and it had changed from the previous dark purple to light purple.

Based on this, Feng Shao deduced that the source of Ye Chen's luck was firstly his connections and secondly external objects. In addition to magic weapons, these external objects may also include natural treasures and spiritual pets that can enhance his strength.

Based on Feng Shao's understanding of fantasy novels, there may be some things that can only be stimulated by the Son of Luck but are of no use to others. For example, the wordless heavenly book that no one has been able to understand for thousands or tens of thousands of years becomes a supreme skill in the hands of the Son of Luck.

Things like this will definitely be of great help in increasing the luck of the Son of Luck.

As for the change in his own luck, Feng Shao also had a vague guess in his mind, but there was no evidence to prove it for the time being. If he wanted to verify his guess, he might need to do a few more experiments.