Nanfeng pulled the horse and hitched the cart, and returned all night to Dexianqing Town. He gave Yan Fengzi the baggage containing the things that Chen Fengzi and the two had given him, and used the excuse to go elsewhere instead of returning to Qilin Town, leaving Yan Fengzi behind. Fengzi returned overnight.
Although the possibility of something unexpected happening was very small, he was still worried. As Cang Xuezi said, it was not advisable to stay here for a long time. He had to go back, pick up the fat man, and leave as soon as possible. The further away the better.
It took three or four days to go back, but it took less than two days to go back. At noon on the third day, I returned to Qilin Town and parked the carriage in front of the inn. As soon as I got off the carriage, I found a group of people from the world sitting in the inn.
There must have been dozens of people in this group of people, and all the seats in the front hall were occupied by them. To avoid causing trouble, Nanfeng did not go in through the front door, but led the horse to go around to the back door.
As soon as I took a step forward, a cry came from the inn, "He is my husband!"
Nan Feng felt that the sound sounded familiar, so he turned around and took a look. He was instantly startled and broke into a cold sweat. The speaker was none other than Zhuge Chanjuan, who had been forced into marriage earlier. Zhuge Chanjuan was sitting in the northeast corner, and there was another person at the same table with her. An elderly couple and several elderly men.
Zhuge Chanjuan's shout attracted everyone's attention to him. At this time, dozens of people in the inn were frowning at him, many of them with evil eyes.
The south wind was anxious and wise, so she thought that Zhuge Chanjuan was not calling him, she didn't say anything, looked around, then pulled her horse forward.
"Stop." Zhuge Chanjuan rushed out, grabbed Nanfeng's neck and dragged him into the inn.
"What are you doing?" Nanfeng tried to resist.
"Run, keep running," Zhuge Chanjuan gave him a backhand slap, then dragged him to the table in the northeast corner and said to one of the elderly men, "He is my husband, and we are already married. The truth.”
The old man has a tall and straight figure, a broad face and broad shoulders. He is wearing a double-breasted Hanfu. He should be between fifty and seventy years old. His hair and beard are all white, but there are no wrinkles on his face. Hearing Zhuge Chanjuan's words, his expression was a little embarrassed. , but the embarrassment disappeared in a flash, and he smiled and said, "Ajuan, don't mess around, let me go."
"Alas, it is the son's fault for not being a godfather, and it is also the fault of the teacher for being unworthy. The disciple's mischief made Head Li and all the heroes laugh." Another elderly man shook his head helplessly.
Nanfeng recognized the speaker as Zhuge Chanjuan's master, the King of Northern Medicine, Wang Zhong.
Nanfeng didn't know the big-faced old man, but when Wang Zhong said this, he immediately thought of one person, the leader of the martial arts world in the Western Wei Dynasty, Li Chaozong.
"No, no, King Yao is serious." When the big-faced old man spoke, he glanced at Zhuge Chanjuan's wife. The old woman hurriedly looked away with a very embarrassed expression.
"Young man, do you recognize this girl?" The big-faced old man asked Nanfeng with a smile.
Nanfeng tilted his head and looked at Zhuge Chanjuan. The big-faced old man looked at Zhuge Chanjuan's mistress earlier to confirm whether Zhuge Chanjuan had identified someone randomly through her expression, and the other person's expression had already let him know that Zhuge Chanjuan had not picked up someone randomly. I came to fill in the hole and asked this question just to confirm again. And he tilted his head to look at Zhuge Chanjuan in order to gain some time to think.
Seeing Nanfeng looking at her, Zhuge Chanjuan curled her lips and glared, "You dare to say that you don't know me. Your mother is so poisonous that she doesn't even recognize you."
"What's going on? Who are you?" Nanfeng neither denied nor admitted.
As soon as Nanfeng finished speaking, someone yelled loudly, "You don't have the guts to dare to stand upright when you see Head Li and King Yao of Ziguang Pavilion?"
"Oh, then I'll lie down." Nanfeng really lay down on the ground.
The scolding man didn't expect that Nanfeng would actually lie down, and he would be unable to take care of himself.
"You spineless thing, stand up." Zhuge Chanjuan stepped forward and kicked Nanfeng, then grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.
"Young man, do you recognize this girl?" Li Chaozong asked with a smile.
Nanfeng could see it clearly. Although Li Chaozong was smiling, his nose was trembling, and his anger was obvious. To be precise, it was a warning. If he dared to say that he knew him, the consequences would be very serious.
Nanfeng was in a good mood after the successful burial. He was excited to come back to meet the fat man and show off, but who would have thought that he would encounter something like this as soon as he came back. He was stunned for a moment before answering, "If I say I don't know her, she will poison me."
"Don't drag people around randomly, let him go quickly." Zhuge Chanjuan's wife spoke next to him.
"Hahahaha, what a daughter's heart is," Li Chaozong waved his hand, picked up the wine glass, and said to everyone, "Thank you for traveling thousands of miles, and Li feels very guilty. Come here, give me a drink and say thank you."
Everyone responded with a roar, holding their glasses, and then looked back, chatting and drinking with the people at the table.
Li Chaozong's move successfully diverted everyone's attention, and no one looked at Zhuge Chanjuan and Nan Feng anymore. Zhuge Chanjuan felt angry, so she slapped Nan Feng again, "You coward, are you scared?"
"It only took you a moment to catch me here, but you have already slapped me twice and kicked me. How can I not be afraid?" Nanfeng said, this is the boundary of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, and Li Chaozong is the leader of the martial arts in the Western Wei Dynasty. He should not have come. Here, looking at this posture, he came here also for the tiger-skinned cicada, and it was not for his own use, but to help Medicine King Wang Zhong.
"Ajuan, this young man is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How can he not be discouraged when he sees such martial arts masters? He is innocent. Let him go quickly. Don't scare him." Li Chaozong said with a smile.
Li Chaozong said this to Zhuge Chanjuan, but when he spoke, he was looking at Nanfeng. There was both approval and intimidation in his eyes. The unspoken meaning was that you are a wise boy. If you dare to say that you know her, you are seeking death. .
Zhuge Chanjuan did not look at Li Chaozong, but softened her tone and asked Nanfeng, "If I don't hit you, won't you be afraid?"
Nanfeng did not answer immediately. To be fair, Zhuge Chanjuan was not his type. To be precise, she was not the type he wanted to be his wife. However, Zhuge Chanjuan was bold and straightforward, straightforward and decisive, without being coy or pretentious. He liked this kind of person the most. Be friends.
If it were for other things, he would have admitted it directly, but this matter was unusual. Although it was not good to offend Li Chaozong, it would not make him wet his pants in fear. He did not think about whether to admit it or not, because once he admitted it, Zhuge Liang would not admit it. Chanjuan became his wife.
"A group of heroes are having a drink here and are disturbing Yaxing for no reason. Why don't you get out of here." Another old man on the side said in a deep voice. In fact, these people are all veterans of the Jianghu. They have long seen that Zhuge Chanjuan is not just arresting people randomly to prevent disasters. They Just pretending to be confused.
"Ajuan, let go. I'll beg you as my master's wife." The old woman shook Zhuge Chanjuan's shoulders.
Zhuge Chanjuan closed her eyes when she heard the sound. She naturally recognized that the master's wife was making a double entendre. After sighing, she let go of Nanfeng's collar.
Nanfeng didn't wait long and moved forward.
"You really don't know me?" Zhuge Chanjuan's voice came from behind.
If Zhuge Chanjuan still had that loud voice, Nanfeng wouldn't answer, but Zhuge Chanjuan's tone was sad and desperate, which made him suddenly stop.
Although everyone in the store seemed to be shouting and drinking, in fact they were all paying close attention to the development of the situation. Seeing Nanfeng stop, the number of voices instantly decreased by 70%, leaving only a few who had nothing to say. People are talking deliberately to support the scene.
"Don't force me to marry you, I will tell the truth." Nanfeng said.
"Want to die?" A middle-aged man closer to Nanfeng threatened in a dark voice.
"Okay, I won't force you." Zhuge Chanjuan agreed.
"I know you, and you even kissed me." Nanfeng said seriously.
The atmosphere in the store was like a thundercloud, but Nanfeng's words were like thunder. After Nanfeng finished speaking, the store was completely silent. At this time, chaste womanhood was very important. Kissing her was like sleeping with her.
"I knew I wouldn't be mistaken, he's a man." Zhuge Chanjuan ran over and punched him.
Nanfeng grinned bitterly, there is a price to be paid for being a man.
At this moment, things began to fall on the street outside. What fell was not raindrops, but people. They were all Taoist priests, all carrying weapons. Due to the large number of people, the sound was like falling rain, and the sound was dense and urgent.
At the same time as a group of Taoists landed, a roar came from the store, "Damn, they really dare to come here, brothers, copy the guy!"
"That bird man Yan Feixue is so ignorant of current affairs, Long Yunzi will be their fate." Someone shouted again.
Hearing everyone shouting, Nanfeng vaguely guessed what had happened. The tiger-skinned cicada was most likely snatched away by Li Chaozong and given to Wang Zhong as a betrothal gift. Although Li Chaozong was a man in the world, his cultivation level was not high. Lower than Yiqian Ziqi Zhenren, he had defeated Yuqing's disciple Long Yunzi who had not yet been enthroned a few years ago. This time he came to the Eastern Wei Dynasty to snatch the tiger-skinned cicada, which was only one of the reasons. The main purpose should be to challenge Shang Qingzong wanted to make a name for himself and shock everyone in the world. If he hadn't had this thought, he wouldn't have stayed there after he succeeded.
"I'm afraid she won't come. It'll be fine if she comes." Li Chaozong looked gloomy.
Seeing that something was not going well, Nanfeng was determined to run away. Just when he was hesitating whether to drag Zhuge Chanjuan along with him, a woman's voice came from outside the door, "The old thief came to the door to provoke me. The inn was surrounded and all were annihilated. No one was allowed to escape... "