Chapter 91: How good is the master?

Chapter 91: How good is the master?

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 Beggars' Sect and make a careful plan!
If the Beggars' Sect disciples who followed Guo Jing and Huang Rong on the Western Expedition had helped, the result would have been twice as good 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 an owl or a jackdaw, and it seemed like evil spirits were lurking.

Feng Yi was skilled in martial arts and a brave man, 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, so he followed the sound and saw a woman in green holding a jade flute, playing it as she walked. Feng Yi had a strong inner strength, and he 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 about it?"

Feng Yi nodded: "You are very considerate."

He sat down, pointed at 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 another piece for me, 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 by the host and the guest to exchange greetings. The tune was also graceful and courteous, welcoming the distinguished guest with dignity.

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 and said, "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 wrong?
Feng Yi came over immediately, sat down again, and sighed, "Miss Cheng, what's 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. 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 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 this 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 always remembered that scene. When the disaster was imminent, her uncle treated her like that, which was very kind and righteous. How could she not be grateful!
Now I don't know whether my cousin is alive or dead. I have been following a famous teacher for many years, but my martial arts skills are so weak. When can I avenge my uncle's family? I was feeling sad when I suddenly heard Feng Yi say, "Miss, 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. What did you mean?
It’s over, but actually 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 for the Five Supremes will dare to kill her.
She promised herself not to kill anyone, but that didn't mean she wouldn't kill anyone who wanted 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.

Huang Yaoshi is not only a martial arts master, but also a master of music. He introduced music theory into his internal energy and created a song called "Blue Sea Rising Tide". The melody stimulates the blood and qi, and can produce a wonderful rhythm that moves the soul.

Cheng Ying's inner strength cannot be compared with Huang Yaoshi's, but when she plays the flute, it seems that people's hearts fly with the music, and the sound of the flute gradually becomes lower and weaker until it becomes silent.

After Cheng Ying finished playing, she felt so tired that she leaned against the tree trunk and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Yi's heart was filled with emotions: "Yes, Hong Lingbo is Li Mochou's apprentice after all. If I have her, which good woman in the world can accept it?"

Thinking of this, Feng Yi finally began to face himself, thinking: "Alas, Feng Yi, you are essentially a scumbag! You eat from the bowl and look at the pot.

There was no opportunity and no ability in the previous life!
Now that you have some skills, you become arrogant and indecisive every day. As expected, you are not as good as Lu Zhanyuan!"

Feng Yi listened to Cheng Ying not speaking for a long time, turned around and saw that she had fallen asleep. He thought: "She must have been following Huang Yaoshi for a while, and wanted to follow us, and also to find out the situation, so she informed me in advance. Today, she learned about her cousin's situation, and most of her worries were relieved. She was exhausted." Feng Yi naturally couldn't leave, so he sat by the fire for a long time.

The bonfire was burning with a crackling sound. He also felt sleepy and took a nap.

Time passed slowly, and in a daze, I heard a rustling sound of footsteps.

Feng Yi suddenly noticed and opened his eyes. It was already bright in the sky, illuminating a pile of gray embers. Cheng Ying was nowhere to be found.

Feng Yi originally wanted to take a look at what she looked like, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He sighed, shook his head, and prepared to pick up Hong Lingbo to go to Guanzhong.

Suddenly, Cheng Ying said softly, "Why are you sighing so early in the morning?"

Feng Yi turned around and saw her in plain green clothes, with her face masked as before. Their eyes met, and both of them felt a surge of emotion in their hearts.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I thought I would never see you again."

Cheng Ying looked at him, not knowing what to say.

In the Master's words, this person seems neither righteous nor evil, always making it hard to figure out. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly, "If that day really comes, it will be forced by circumstances and I have no choice but to do so!"

"Well said!" Feng Yi sighed.

Cheng Ying took out a gauze package from her clothes bag. When she opened it, the wheat aroma filled her nose. It turned out to be a few white flour buns. She handed them to Feng Yi and said, "I just went to get some water!"

He then poured some clean water from the kettle and shared it with Feng Yi.

Feng Yi took the steamed bun and water, paused for a moment, and then started eating.

He had always felt that the green robe Cheng Ying was wearing was exquisitely sewn and well-tailored, which made her figure look slimmer and more graceful. A cloth robe was far better than a brocade or embroidered robe, and it must have been made by her herself.

The steamed buns, kettle and other items were all arranged properly, showing her meticulousness in every aspect. I secretly sighed in my heart: "A good girl, but in the end she is lonely all her life."

He knew that he was not worthy of Cheng Ying because he already had Hong Lingbo.

In the original plot, Yang Guo, with Xiaolongnu, naturally made people sad.

He suddenly had a feeling that it seemed that the good people in the world did not have a good ending!
Seeing Feng Yi frowning, Cheng Ying couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't you think it's tasty? Eat some first. This place is still more than ten miles away from the town!"

Feng Yi swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun and couldn't help but sigh: "That's good. I'm not picky about food. I'm just thinking about the future. I don't know which boy will get the advantage of a girl like you!"

As soon as he said this, Deng Jue felt a little embarrassed that it was inappropriate to joke with such a serious woman.

Cheng Ying was about to say something when she suddenly heard a sharp cry from the sky. Looking up, she saw a huge white eagle circling in the sky in the distance.

Feng Yi frowned: "Looks like there's going to be some excitement."

Cheng Ying said, "I was fetching water just now when I heard a martial arts master passing by."

Feng Yixi asked, "Master? How good?"

Cheng Ying's face turned red, and she thought, "About the same as me!"

Feng Yi suddenly said: "Let's go and take a look!"

As he said this, he pulled Cheng Ying's hand and ran out.

He moved swiftly and quickly went around a ridge. He could hear the clanging of metal and shouts of fighting ahead.

Feng Yigong focused his ears and heard several people fighting. Judging from the sounds, none of the fighters were mediocre.

Cheng Ying's hand was held by him and she tried to persuade him to let go several times, but she was unwilling to speak, for fear that if she said so, Feng Yi would feel ashamed and their friendship would end.

Feng Yi didn't think so much at this time, he just thought she was too slow. The two of them saw deep white clouds in front of them from afar, and high mountains reaching into the sky. The ancient pines on the mountains whistled in the wind, and the waves were like the ups and downs of the sea.

Feng Yi was a man of broad mind. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw more than thirty people standing densely on a flat ground. Suddenly, he heard a collective cheer from the crowd.

Cheng Ying pulled Feng Yi's sleeve and whispered, "The other side has more people and more power. Let's take a look first."

Feng Yi saw that there were more rocks than trees here, and the rocks were thin and rugged. Feng Yi took Cheng Ying around the mountain, climbed to the top of the cliff and looked down.

Cheng Ying endured for a long while before blurting out, "You can let go of my hand..." But then she stopped talking again, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Feng Yi was startled at this and quickly let go, saying embarrassedly: "Miss Cheng, I'm sorry."

Cheng Ying said, "You will be very kind to me if you don't help Li Mochou in the future."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "That definitely won't happen."

Cheng Ying laughed and said, "You are so dishonest, no wonder you were able to trick a Taoist nun into returning to secular life!"

Feng Yi said anxiously: "How can it be a lie when two people are in love with each other?"

Cheng Ying snorted and looked down.

Feng Yi also looked over and saw that among the thirty or so people, there were quite a few with peculiar appearances, some with high noses and curly beards, some with curly hair and deep eyes. They were not from the Middle-earth, but they all looked tough and strong, with perfect spirits and full of energy. At first glance, they were masters who had cultivated both inside and outside.

They formed a circle and surrounded the two men in the middle.

Two people were fighting fiercely in the field.

One was dressed as a Westerner, holding a scimitar. The blade's light was like snow blowing in the wind, erratic and unpredictable. He was actually a rare knife expert.

The other was a young boy, holding a long sword, wearing a purple-colored robe, with an embroidered brocade hero belt tied around his waist. He had a fierce look on his face, and was full of energy in his every move.

There were a few drops of blood splashed on his cheek. He held a long sword in his hand. His sword moves were simple, but he could often find flaws in the snow-like blade light. He would attack the enemy and save him. Although the opponent's scimitar was fast, it could not do anything to him for a while.

Cheng Yingqi asked, "Is it them?"

Feng Yi asked: "Do you recognize him?"

Cheng Ying said, "The one fighting with a long sword is Wu Dunru, and the one sitting on the ground is Wu Xiuwen. They are brothers. I met them at my uncle's house when I was a child."

Feng Yi said with an "oh" sound, "No wonder."

Feng Yi saw Wu Xiuwen wearing a royal blue robe, sitting on the ground, with his eyebrows raised and eyes glaring, with blood on his legs, obviously injured. He looked at his brother with a nervous look.

This group of people thought it was a rare opportunity to meet such an opponent, and they were excited and pointed at each other. One of the men dressed in Han Chinese clothes smiled and said, "Brother Ma, you still can't win after half an hour. Why don't you take a break and let me meet him?"

The Western Regions man snorted angrily and tightened his sword skills. However, his sword skills became faster and a flaw appeared.

With a clang, Wu Dunru blocked the scimitar with his long sword. With quick eyes and hands, he grabbed his arm and pulled it hard, dragging it half a foot horizontally. He kicked him in the abdomen.

The man from the Western Region vomited blood and flew into the air, but swung his scimitar like lightning. With a "puff" sound, it pierced into Wu Dunru's shoulder. He groaned and took a step back.

The Western Regions man was kicked in the vitals and half-knelt on the ground. He was famous for his swordsmanship in the Western Regions, and it was no surprise that he suffered a loss at the hands of a young man today. He was shocked and admired him, and shouted in stiff Chinese: "Who are you?"

Wu Dunru drew out the scimitar from his shoulder and sneered, "I am Wu Dunru, the eldest disciple of Hero Guo!"

Everyone was surprised to see him letting the blood gush from his shoulder without frowning or changing his expression. Then, when they heard him announce the number, they all stepped back several feet with looks of fear on their faces.

Suddenly, a long howl was heard from afar, so majestic and grand that all the mountains echoed, and then another clear and high-pitched howl was heard.

The two whistling sounds intertwined together, as if a big roc and a small bird were flying side by side, flying higher and higher, and the small bird was always not far behind the big roc.

The two whistles, even though they are miles away, have the power to echo into the sky.

Cheng Ying said in shock: "I seem to have heard the roars of these two people."

Feng Yi said: "Guo Jing and Huang Rong will be here soon."

Suddenly, I heard two people burst into laughter at the same time, and the laughter was quite strange.

Feng Yi saw the others retreating, but these two stepped forward. A man dressed as a nobleman stepped forward and smiled: "I have never heard of your name. However, Guo Jing is a martial arts master, the best in China, but his disciples are cowards.

How dare you come here and ruin my business? Don’t you know who I am?” His accent was impure, and it was obvious that he was not from Middle-earth.

He was wearing a light yellow brocade robe and holding a folding fan. He was about thirty years old and had an arrogant and ruthless look on his face.

The other one was wearing a red robe, a golden crown, and was thin. He was a middle-aged Tibetan monk.

Seeing that the two men had a solemn demeanor, very different from the other enemies, Cheng Ying recalled what his master had said and said, "These two men should be the two disciples of Master Jinlun."

Feng Yi hummed.

Wu Dunru smiled and said, "Of course I know who you are, aren't you Huo Du?
You Mongolian bandits stole my junior sister's horse. If I don't do anything, how can justice exist?"

"Well said." Huo Du laughed while fanning himself. "It seems that this prince has a great reputation. But Wu family kid, you know who I am, yet you are still so arrogant. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wu Dunru raised his thick eyebrows and said coldly: "The country and the nation are in trouble, why should we two brothers care about our lives? Just come over here!"

Wu Xiuwen also supported himself, pointed his sword at Huo Du, and shouted: "Who among you will come up?"

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)