Chapter 50: The Flower Monk of Daming Temple?
Xue Liang raised his eyebrows, and his whole body looked even more energetic. But for some reason, he always revealed some gloating aura, as if he had finally grabbed Feng Yi's braid and wanted to deal with him impatiently.
"I don't know about this. I just followed the orders of Commander Guo. Commander Guo asked me to investigate, so I will investigate. As for what you, Feng Sanlang, have any thoughts and grievances, go and talk to Commander Guo by yourself." Xue Liang had a smile on his face that he deserved to be beaten and squeezed his eyes at Feng Yi like a provocatively.
Feng Yi's mouth twitched, obviously he was very angry by Xue Liang's unreasonable words. He shouted in anger with some annoyance: "Monkey Xue, don't pretend to be noble. Didn't it be that I snatched your limelight from Wanhualou a few days ago and won the favor of Miss Ningcui? Don't think that I'm afraid of you, the monk Hua, your fists in Daming Temple are powerful, and our long swords in Yunyan Valley are not vegetarians. If you have any vegetarians, please come over."
Han Yong was jumped by Feng Yi's gaze. At that moment, a palpitations surged into his heart, as if he suddenly turned into a fish on a chopping board. If Feng Yi wanted to kill him, he would not even have a chance to fight back.
"What a damn evil, what's this? Is it a peerless martial arts in Yunyan Valley?" Han Yong raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Only then did he understand why Guo Qi had to let Xue Junhou accompany him before he could catch Fengyi.
Originally, Han Yong thought that a family like Feng Yi, who was as delicate as a noble family, was limited even if they were powerful and might not be able to compare themselves. Now he realized that it would be impossible for those aristocratic families to stand for thousands of years without some profound background.
"Fortunately, Uncle Liu stopped him in the afternoon and did not take action directly. If he did, he might not have fallen in the end..." Han Yong no longer dared to think about it. He originally thought that the idea of sneak attacking Fengyi would definitely be able to cut the other party under the knife was like the mist in the night. With the slight blow of the night wind, it dissipated without a trace.
"You damn Monk Hua, I've been reborn long ago..." Xue Liang seemed to have been exposed by someone's scars, and suddenly became furious and cursed at Feng Yi.
While cursing, he didn't bother to show off his airs with Feng Yi anymore and rushed up to punch Feng Yi's face, without any intention of keeping his hand. His fist was whistling with the sound of wind. If it was hit hard, even if Feng Yi could survive, his handsome face would definitely not be able to be protected.
Feng Yi was not willing to be outdone. He slammed his sword and turned into a thin piece of silver light, like a scattered mist, covering Xue Liang's fist.
Han Yong was stunned. He had never seen that the long sword could be used in this way. In his past memory, even the person who made the sword the fastest would flash a few cold lights in an instant. It would never reach the level of Fengyi. In the dazzling light, there was a hint of crisis.
"Yunyan Valley...Daming Temple..."
Han Yong murmured to himself, but suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in a low voice: "Yunyangu, isn't that boy Li Mu's master from Yunyangu? Feng Yi is also from Yunyangu, why do you still chase him? No wonder Uncle Guo said that people from Yunyangu like to fight with each other the most..."
"The team leader, what's going on in Yunyan Valley and Daming Temple?" A Longxiang Guard soldier behind Han Yong asked with a pale face.
"I don't know either. I just heard of it for the first time today..." Han Yong was a little impatient, and he thought of a more serious problem.
If Li Mu enters Yunyan Valley and learns "peerless martial arts", wouldn't his brother-in-law's authority be greatly reduced? He even swears in the morning that if Li Mu treats his sister badly, he will definitely deal with him...
Now it seems that I am afraid that the one I will be dealt with by then.
"Bang" and "slam" sounded a few times. Amid Han Yong's worries, something seemed to be shattered by Xue Liang's fist.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Yi's voice sounded, and he cursed in anger: "Monkey Xue, I will never stop and die. How dare you break the screen given to me by Your Majesty. When you return to the capital, I will report to Your Majesty and see how you explain..."
"I'm so fussy, I'm just a few pieces of rotten wood. There's so much wood in the mysterious forest of Daming Temple. I'll ask Uncle Guo to ask for a few to pay for His Majesty." Xue Liang's voice was full of pleasure, as if he was doing it on purpose.
While talking, his hands didn't stop. Then several sounds of porcelain breaking sounded, mixed with Feng Yi's horrified screams, which came from afar in the night, sounding particularly creepy.
Xue Liang smiled and shouted, "Feng Sanlang, you are not a good person. You even have tears porcelain vases of the Yue people, and they are blatantly placed. Are you clearly telling everyone that you are a dissatisfied man who has cheated the Yue people? Do you want me to promote it for you?"
"You...you...I'm fighting with you..." Feng Yi trembled with his lips, but he couldn't even say a word. He was almost fainted from anger. He could only respond to Xue Liang's intentional distortion of the facts with increasingly fierce sword techniques.
Han Yong was even more puzzled. He had heard of many names of porcelain, such as "Ming Porcelain", "Cang Porcelain", "Blue Porcelain", etc. Even the Yue people's porcelain has only heard of the name "Yue Porcelain", but has never heard of it, and there is something called "Tear Porcelain".
Curious, but curious, is not what you should think about now.
Han Yong reached out and knocked on the forehead, cheered up his spirits, and continued to look into the big tent. He saw that there was nothing intact in the tent. Except for the helmet at the door, everything that fell to the ground was either intentionally or unintentionally stomped, or broken.
Feng Yi stopped talking, and was slashing with his face, attacking Xue Liang with one knife after another. His moves were complex and gorgeous, and the entire tent seemed to be filled with sword light; Xue Liang was just the opposite. He might already feel sure of winning, and whispered something with a smile on his face, constantly dodging Feng Yi's long sword. Only when he could not dodge, he would punch lightly.
However, Xue Liang's seemingly powerless fist can always defeat Feng Yi's sword light, forcing Feng Yi to retreat to defend. It looks like Feng Yi deliberately avoiding it, and it is like the two of them discussing it in advance, which is very strange.
"Feng Sanlang, I have given you a chance for the sake of Marquis Feng. If you don't put down your weapons, don't blame me, Monk Hua..." Xue Liang kicked up a broken wooden board on the ground and shot towards Feng Yi with a whistling sound. Finally, he was cut into several small pieces in Feng Yi's sword light.
At the end of the story, Xue Liang suddenly came to his senses and couldn't help but mutter with an unlucky look: "Bao, you are the monk Hua, I am not a monk, I am Xue Liang, the direct descendant of the Xue family in the Central Plains..."
Just as Xue Liang was slightly lost, Feng Yi's face flashed with a fierce look, and the light of the big bunch of swords suddenly rolled back and instantly turned into a complete long sword, slashing towards Xue Liang as fast as lightning, as if the sword light that was originally as brilliant as a firework was just a dreamy illusion.
The sharp sword light instantly slashed in front of Xue Liang and slashed to his right shoulder obliquely.
A trace of hesitation flashed in Feng Yi's eyes, and in a flash he was replaced by madness. He seemed to have completely lost his reason and must cut the young general in front of him under the knife.
Xue Liang's face showed a horrified look, as if he had not expected Feng Yi's moves. He retreated back with some helplessness, but he could not withdraw from the scope covered by the long sword.
Chapter completed!