Chapter 309 A good show

Chapter 309 A good show

Chapter 309 A good show

The Liu family has been wealthy in Hengshan County for generations. By the time of Liu Zhengfeng's generation, they had become very powerful in the martial arts world, reaching the top. The wealth of their family property was beyond the imagination of a small wealthy family. The front garden hall alone was so spacious that it could accommodate thirty-six square tables, and more than two hundred martial arts heroes could sit down one after another.

"So grand and luxurious!"

"If I could save up this much, why would I still be in the underworld? I would at least retire and retire from the underworld."

"Hahaha, Mr. Dai, don't let your wishful thinking get you there! His family has been in business for four or five generations, and his estates and fields are spread across several counties. He has a horde of slaves and maids. How can you and I, who are all alone, compare to him?"

"Oh, that's it, that's it..."

The hall was filled with pearl curtains, antique vases, and other displays that were dazzling. Servants carrying wine and food came in from the west corridor and left from the east corridor in rows. After nearly half an hour, the table was set out and there was no end in sight. Everyone present was shocked.

Zhang Yu mingled among many Jianghu heroes and found a table close to the wall to sit down. The table was full of Hengshan local specialties, including Jade Lin Fragrant Kidney, Hibiscus Pearl, Emerald Gourd Chicken, Steamed Sea Egg...

He was too inconvenient to pick up his chopsticks and only drank two glasses of light wine.

"Just talking about this table, if we put it in a restaurant, it would cost at least eight taels of silver. How could you and I be willing to spend that money normally..."

The people sitting at the same table came from all over the world. The man who envied the Liu family's wealth was Dai Dadan, a swordsman from eastern Zhejiang. He learned martial arts from a wanderer from Japan and had done several things to kill horse bandits. He paid a small amount of money to the "storyteller" and was able to join the ranks of the righteous heroes of eastern Zhejiang.

Above the innermost room of the flower hall, there are five empty chairs, which were set up for the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

In the orthodox martial arts world, apart from Fang Zheng and Chong Xu, the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect can be ranked among the best in terms of reputation and influence. Liu Zhengfeng has a great reputation, but it is far from enough to attract the two Kuixings to descend to the earth. He knows his own limitations, so he only set up five special positions.

At this time, there were four families sitting in the hall, all of them were influential figures in the martial arts world. Normally, when they met each other normally, they would be in a good mood, whether they were being polite or pretending to be worldly-wise. However, today, the atmosphere seemed a little off.

The Huashan Sect and the Hengshan Sect sat at the same table, staring at each other with cold brows.

The Qingcheng Sect watched coldly. The middle-aged Taoist priest in the room was wearing a black Taoist robe and a Hunyuan scarf on his head. He was less than five feet tall, but he was very imposing. Because he had vowed to be a vegetarian for many years, Liu Zhengfeng specially asked the kitchen to prepare a table of top-quality vegetarian dishes, fearing that he would not entertain him well enough.

"Master..."

Hong Renying came from outside and whispered a few words to him. Yu Canghai's eyes changed slightly.

At another table, a beggar with a big beard led a group of disciples with eight bags of cloth, drinking wine, eating meat, and fighting with each other. They were having the most fun. The Beggars' Gang still carries the reputation of being the largest gang in the world, but it has long been unworthy of its reputation. Among the disciples walking around the world, there is only one deputy gang leader, Zhang Jin'ao, who is a master who can hold his own.

"Oh!"

Ding Yi raised his palm and placed it on the table, making a loud noise. Inside and outside the hall, there was silence.

"Does it take so long for nephew Xiang to call Linghu Chong out? Could it be that you have deliberately let him go?"

Mi Weiyi stepped forward to apologize: "Uncle Master, what are you saying? Brothers and sisters from the Hengshan and Huashan sects are all honored guests of our master. If there is any misunderstanding between the two sides, just talk it out face to face. Although Senior Brother Xiang has little experience, how can he not understand this principle?"

Yu Canghai picked up the teacup, chuckled, and said in a thick Sichuan accent, "Is that so? A monk should be calm and sensible. Master Dingyi has something important to ask Linghu Chong, but there is no need to rush. Why bother a junior here?"

The Qingcheng Sect and the Huashan Sect have been fighting openly and secretly for the past two years to fight for the Hanzhong martial arts world. Although they have stopped at a certain point, there have been many conflicts. The eldest disciple of Huashan has superb swordsmanship and has defeated the Four Beauties of Qingcheng several times. Many people in the martial arts world have heard of this, but no one knows why Yu Canghai suddenly started to work for the Huashan Sect.

Ding Yi sneered, "Humph, Master Yu is so light-hearted. Anyway, the missing person is not a disciple of Qingcheng Sect, so of course you don't have to worry."

Yu Canghai put down the teacup and smiled lightly. Hengshan Dingyi was indeed a reckless nun. He had just heard the news from the eldest disciple Hong Renying. He only asked her a few words to test her and she told him the whole story.

Mi Weiyi also became anxious. Seeing that the atmosphere at the banquet was becoming more and more tense, he tiptoed to look and finally saw several figures coming from the side door of the flower hall. The one walking in front was Senior Brother Xiang, followed by two people. They were none other than Huashan's chief Linghu Chong and the host of this place, Liu Zhengfeng.

"coming!"

"It's finally here!"

Ding Yi stood up quickly and took three steps forward, her figure moving with the wind. Just when everyone thought she was going to attack Linghu Chong, the old nun lightly stopped, glanced at the young man with a square face, and turned to bow to the host.

"Hengshan Dingyi has met Mr. Liu Sanye!"

Liu Zhengfeng was short and fat. He wore a silk robe and a headband. Judging from his appearance, he was not outstanding. His status was not consistent with his position as the leader of most of the Hengshan Sect, although he was not the head in name only.

In comparison.

Tianmen Taoist of Taishan Sect is thin and gaunt.

The left leader of the Songshan Sect, very powerful and influential.

Mr. Yue from the Huashan School is a refined scholar.

The three states of Hengshan are: one is lofty and elegant, one is peaceful and quiet, and one is upright and honest.

Liu Zhengfeng seemed to be a person without any characteristics. If you didn't look at his deep and calm eyes, he really looked like a local rich man. He bowed and smiled and said, "Goddess of Hengshan Sect, your presence is truly an honor to our humble home."

Ding Yi chuckled and said, "It is a great event in the martial arts world that Mr. Liu San retired from martial arts and retired to seclusion. The head sister wanted to come and visit in person, but she happened to be in seclusion and couldn't get away. So she asked me to bring my disciples to Hengshan to ask Mr. Liu San for a few cups of tea."

"I have tea, I have tea. I'm just afraid that Master Dingyi doesn't like southern tea. A friend just happened to give me a can of Yunwu Xian Tea from Pingyang Prefecture in Shanxi. If Master Dingyi doesn't mind, I'll ask Da Nian to deliver it."

Dingyi glanced at Linghu Chong, who was standing at the Huashan Sect's table and was surrounded by his fellow disciples, who were asking him all kinds of questions.

The smile on her face gradually faded: "Mr. Liu San has quite a few friends!"

"Haha, Liu has been given a false reputation in the martial arts world. Now that I am no longer strong, I have no choice but to retire and give way to others. I am honored to be respected by my friends and they are willing to come to Hengshan to see me. To be honest, I am both happy and ashamed. I am worried that I have not entertained you well and let you all go home disappointed."

Liu Zhengfeng walked to the center of the flower hall, his voice full of energy. His humble words were addressed not only to Hengshan Dingyi, but also to the people in and outside the flower hall. He was extremely humble and polite, and no one could find any mistakes in his words, just like the banquets prepared by the Liu Mansion in the past few days.

Zhang Jin'ao laughed and said, "Master Liu is generous and generous, helping those in need, and being sincere to his friends. Who doesn't know this? We poor brothers in the Beggars' Sect have also received many favors from the Liu Mansion. Regardless of whether Master Liu has retired or not, if anyone dares to disrespect you in the future, you don't need to inform me. I, Zhang Jin'ao, will take the Beggars' Sect's hundreds of thousands of disciples all over the world to have a good talk with him."

Yu Canghai chuckled and said, "Whenever Mr. Liu comes to Sichuan, he is always my honored guest. The whole Qingcheng Sect will treat him like an honored guest."

"When we get to Zhengzhou, no matter what the matter is, Mr. Liu San can find Xia and handle it."

……

Retiring from the world, putting away the sword and retiring is what people in the martial arts world call it. In the officialdom, it is called retirement.

The most frightening thing is that people forget about you after you leave. This kind of psychological gap is extremely difficult to accept. Power and fame are opium. Those who have never tasted it think they can stay sober and out of control, but those who have tried it will all fall into it. If there is no restraint, it will be until death.

Therefore, when Liu Zhengfeng, at the age of fifty, which was considered the prime of his life among martial artists, suddenly announced his retirement, there was bound to be a lot of discussion in the martial arts world. Many people attributed the reason to the discord between him and his senior brother, Mr. Mo Da, the head of the sect.

Liu Zhengfeng had a smile on his face and thanked everyone present for their kindness. However, if he really cared about these false reputations, he would not have chosen to retire. This is a well-known truth. How could Zhang Jinao, Yu Canghai and others not understand that it is nothing more than a few light words to win a few pounds of fame for themselves, without losing any weight.

You support me and I support you, our fame grows and profits roll in.

Ding Yi saw that Liu Zhengfeng had finished his polite talks and was already impatient. She walked impatiently to the Huashan Sect's table and stared at the young man sitting in the middle with her eyebrows raised and angry.

"Linghu Chong, if you don't give me an explanation today in front of your Uncle Liu, don't blame me, Hengshan Dingyi, for bullying the younger generation!"

Seeing that there seemed to be a rift between the two families, Liu Zhengfeng did not quite understand what had happened when Da Nian invited Linghu Chong. He thought it was just that Linghu Chong was young and hot-tempered and occasionally said something rude, which reached the ears of the Hengshan Sect. After all, Dingyi was a woman with a sensitive mind, so he had to take it into account.

But from what Dingyi said, it seemed that there was something else going on. Before the matter was clarified, it was not convenient for him to try to mediate.

Linghu Chong was daring enough to take responsibility for his actions. He stood up from the table and said, "Master, do you want to ask about what happened at the Northern Suburbs Tavern this morning?"

Ding Yi sneered, "You are good at avoiding the important issues. Let me ask you, where is my disciple Yi Lin? Where did you take her to?"

Linghu Chong was completely confused. He thought he had done a great thing, but he had no idea there were other things involved behind the scenes.

"Junior Sister Yilin? I have never seen her before."

"You dare say you've never seen it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell inside and outside the flower hall. Ninety-nine percent of the people present were men, except for the Hengshan Sect. They were born with a love for listening to romantic stories. When the Hengshan Sect's young and beautiful nuns were out walking around the world, there were many people who secretly teased them and told dirty jokes about the Buddhist nuns. However, they were afraid of the power of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and only dared to fantasize secretly.

"Linghu Chong, the chief disciple of Huashan, showed his bestiality and kidnapped the disciples of Hengshan Sect..."

That is truly the biggest topic in the underworld this year, perhaps even more so than Liu Zhengfeng's retirement from the underworld.

Many people were ready to listen attentively. The Five Mountains Sword Sect had been the most powerful sect in the orthodox world in the past two years. As the saying goes, "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind," it was inevitable that this would arouse the secret hatred of some people, and there were many who hoped that they would make a fool of themselves.

"I swear to heaven that I have never seen Junior Sister Yi Lin, let alone robbed her. Even if I were a beast, I would never dare to do such a thing. I hope that Uncle Senior will understand."

When Ding Yi saw Linghu Chong, he was indeed a dissolute man, and reeked of alcohol. He did not quite believe what he said, and when he thought of the fate that his beloved disciple might face, he could not suppress his anger.

"Well, I don't know who taught you this skill of lying with open eyes."

As this matter concerned innocence, Linghu Chong was also angry at Ding Yi's sarcasm and his attempt to vent his anger on his master. He cupped his hands and said, "If I have done anything wrong, please let Uncle Ding Yi know."

Ding Yi snorted coldly: "Explicit? It seems that you want to challenge me? Well, let me ask you, who was the man who drank with you in the North City Tavern this morning? Why did you help him deal with Yihe?"

Linghu Chong sighed and said, "Uncle Master, you don't know that man's martial arts are very powerful. His lightness skills and swordsmanship are both top-notch. I fought him for seventy or eighty moves, but was defeated. Junior Sister Yihe... Although Junior Sister Yihe has received the true teachings from Uncle Master, she is still young and lacks strength. She was no match for him. When I saw that man was about to kill me, I separated the sword and blocked him in a hurry to protect Junior Sister Yihe."

"Hahaha~"

When Dingyi heard this, he suddenly laughed out loud, with anger in his laughter.

"You're full of lies. Since you've decided to make up a story, why don't you make it more convincing?"

Linghu Chong said helplessly: "Every word I said is true."

"Really? Well, let me ask you, since you had a big fight with him, why are you sitting down to drink with him?"

Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "I was no match for that man's sharp sword. He had the chance to kill me, but he spared my life. He only said that the money he had was plundered by the wicked in the mountains and he was starving, so he asked me to treat him to a drink. I agreed. Apart from that, I have nothing to do with that man."

Ding Yi sneered, obviously not believing it, but continued to ask: "The lightness and swordsmanship are both top-notch. Who is the person you are talking about?"

Linghu Chong's expression changed slightly. He was silent for a while before he asked, "Is that man Tian Boguang, the 'Thousand Miles Alone, Wild Wind Swift Blade'?"

When these words were heard, everyone was shocked.

Liu Zhengfeng was also a little surprised: "Tian Boguang, this is the most notorious rapist in the world. How could Junior Brother Linghu sit down and drink with such a person?"

Yi He's face suddenly changed when she heard this. She hurried forward and said, "Linghu Chong, did you know that when Tian Boguang was drinking with you, the rosary hanging around his neck was Sister Yi Lin's?"

Linghu Chong was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect there was such a connection.

"Junior Sister Yihe, why didn't you tell me earlier? If this is the case, if this is the case... I will help you capture the evil thief even at the risk of my life."

"I thought you..."

Yihe stopped talking halfway through her words, but everyone knew that under that circumstance, she had already determined that Linghu Chong, who was known for his frivolousness, was in cahoots with Tian Boguang.

Ding Yi did not believe Linghu Chong's words at all, and said in a cold voice: "At this point, you still want to shirk your responsibility? If you can hand over Tian Boguang and send him back to Yi Lin, for Yue Buqun's sake, I will only abolish your martial arts and spare your life."

Yue Lingshan had long been fed up with Dingyi's arrogance and domineering behavior, and she didn't believe that Linghu Chong would do such a thing as abducting the female disciples of the Hengshan Sect. After listening to her senior brother's explanation, all her doubts were gone, and she believed it completely. She stood up and walked to Linghu Chong's side, speaking up to defend him.

"Uncle Dingyi, my senior brother is a true gentleman who is upright and aboveboard. With so many heroes present today, you insulted his reputation. If he had not kidnapped Junior Sister Yilin but saved Senior Sister Yihe, how would you deal with it?"

Outside the flower hall, everyone felt like they were just listening to a good show.

"The same explanation, when heard by different people, is as different as heaven and earth, like heaven and earth."

Zhang Yu gently put down the wine glass and drank the wine. Seeing Yue Lingshan's almost unconditional trust in Linghu Chong, he felt an indescribable feeling.

"If I were in her shoes, would she trust me like this?"

He seemed to have no answer in his mind.

(End of this chapter)