It would take a lot of time to deal with the funeral at Jimo Villa. Li Ye and others couldn't stay here for too long, so they could only gather up the corpse hastily. Cui Keli wrote to Cui Shulin, asking him to arrange for the Cui family to come as soon as possible to take over Jimo. The matter of the villa.
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When leaving Jimo Villa, Cui Keli bowed three times to the villa in front of the gate. When this Confucian scholar raised his head, his expression had returned to normal, but what kind of vows did he make in his heart? Li Ye and others Unable to know.
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In the cargo convoy, Yang Feng held a grass stalk pulled from the side of the road in his mouth, rested his hands on pillows on the cargo piled up in the carriage, watched his fellows follow the carriage to eat the ashes, the corners of his mouth curled up. A tiny smile.
Those guys were all carrying knives, some were young, only in their teens, and some were older, in their thirties and forties, and the sun was scorching on their heads, and each of them was almost sweating profusely.
Two days ago, Yang Feng was the same as them. He was not qualified to sit in a carriage, let alone ride a horse. He could only eat ashes behind the cart, and when the road surface was uneven, he had to push the carriage forward. It's summer, and the heat from the ground rises continuously, and it's like a steamer under the sun, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.
Yang Feng, who has been in the car dealership since he was a child, has been on the road for almost ten months since he was thirteen years old. The skin was also tanned.
But since two days ago, Yang Feng didn't have to follow the carriage to eat dust, because he had already successfully promoted to the Martial Ancestor realm the night before, and he was only one step away from achieving Qi training!
For the transportation of various goods and materials, there are water gangs for water transportation, and river gangs for river transportation. Naturally, there are carriages and horses on the road.
Yang Feng felt very satisfied. Among the 50 or 60 people in the car and horse dealership, there was only the big boss who was over forty years old and a qi practitioner. Wu Zong had several, but Yang Feng was the youngest.
Yang Feng turned his head and took a look. He was walking at the front of the convoy, and he was also the only one in the convoy who was qualified to ride a horse. He was looking around warily. Yang Feng curled his lips secretly, in broad daylight, and on the flat and open official road, it is impossible for there to be thieves. He has been in the rivers and lakes for six or seven years, he can barely be regarded as an old man in the rivers and lakes, and he only encountered troubles in remote places and mountain roads.
However, the boss treats Yang Feng very well, and always treats him like his son, because in the entire car dealership, Yang Feng is the only one who is young and promising, and he was brought up by the boss, with deep affection.
Yang Feng didn't remember how he got into the car dealership, but later he overheard someone saying that he was sold by his parents planting weeds on the side of the street. That year was a year of severe drought, and the plague of locusts was severe. Many people died of starvation, especially the refugees who had left their homes, at least tens of thousands died.
Yang Feng doesn't like being treated as a son by the head of the family, if possible, he would prefer to be treated as a son-in-law... Hehe, the little junior sister was born with a beautiful face, he took her to play with her since she was a child. The first time I went with the car immediately, and when I came back, I used all the copper coins I earned that trip to buy a high-quality fragrant purse for my junior sister. When the junior sister took the purse, she smiled until she lost her eyes. Don't mention it, Yang Feng. how happy.
It was because his head was beaten by the master, that is, the master, and it hurt for a long time.
"Feng Yang, why are you smirking? Don't need to follow the carriage to eat ashes, isn't it very comfortable to lie on the truck? Otherwise, you won't be in broad daylight and have a big dream, right? Look at you, all the shit is coming out! Tell me , Who have you dreamed about, could it be the little junior sister? Hehe... "
A guy as thin as a monkey ran up to Yang Fengche from the front and winked at him.
Yang Feng touched the corner of his mouth, but he didn't touch Ha Lazi, only then did he realize that he was tricked by the thin monkey. He was furious and wanted to teach this guy a lesson. Guys, laugh too.
"The boss told you to come over, my word has reached!"
Before Yang Feng jumped off the truck, Shouhou slipped away.
"What's so funny!" Yang Feng glared angrily at those guys who were making fun of him, but he was always kind to others in normal times, this stare didn't have any power at all, instead it aroused constant jokes from everyone.
"Feng Yang, I think what Shouhou said is right, you just have thoughts about Junior Sister, why do you react so strongly?"
"Feng Yang, you have to be more careful. I heard that my junior sister was attracted by the son of a rich family. The other party is a Qi training master. You have to work hard!"
"Feng Yang, come, come, Bo He will teach you some experience, so that you can capture the heart of my niece and niece..."
Yang Feng was thin-skinned, how could he bear this, he fled immediately, and without accident, he aroused another burst of laughter.
Yang Feng curled his lips while running, a bunch of guys who didn't have women to warm their beds, all of them boasted brazenly, talking about themselves as if they went to Zuiyue Tower to sleep with an oiran...
Feng Yang is the folks of the car dealership. Yang Feng doesn't know why they call him that, Feng Yang Feng Yang. It's not just a casual name, it's clearly calling him a crazy sheep.
Yang Feng didn't agree with being called that at first, but he got used to it over time.
After trotting to the side of the big master horse, Yang Feng raised his head and said, "Master, did you call me?"
The boss is a man with a weathered face. He looks very old, and his back is a little hunched. He is only in his forties, and he looks like he is fifty years old. There is no way, life is not easy. Okay, in the territory of Pinglu, it belongs to the lowest level of the rivers and lakes forces, and it is not easy to take over the job.
"This is Mr. Li." The head of the family introduced the young man beside the horse to Yang Feng.
Mr. Li... Yang Feng curled his lips secretly, he had already seen that young man in black robe who had chatted with the head of the family for a long time. The children of a rich family, not to mention the clothes, but the jade pendant around the waist, cannot be bought with Yang Feng's salary for a year.
Yang Feng didn't like this kind of rich man the most. He wasn't jealous of their rich clothes and food, but these rich men were all short-sighted, and all of them were arrogant and domineering.
This time Penglai held the Immortal Dao Conference, there was an endless stream of rivers and lakes cultivators traveling across the sea, and Yang Feng had seen many such wealthy sons along the way, it wasn't like when he was resting at the post station last night, a guy in the carriage and horses, just because he didn't know He accidentally bumped into a young man in brocade clothes, and was beaten severely by the other party's people, and his leg was broken on the spot.
At that time, Yang Feng was furious, and he drew his sword. The young man in brocade clothes who looked so arrogant was an idiot with only the cultivation level of a martial artist. He was beaten into a pig's head by Yang Feng at that time, and several teeth were knocked out. Hey, didn't they cry like a pig in the end, put down the cruel words like "you wait for me to destroy your car and horse business", and were carried away in a desperate manner
"Your name is Yang Feng? Good name." Young Master Xuanpao smiled at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng straightened his chest, that's not the case, it doesn't matter who chose the name, the master gave it to him, do you know the name of the little junior sister? Yang Yun. Yang Feng, Yang Yun, Fengyun, this is clearly a couple...
"Young Master Li is a distinguished guest of the Cui family. In the next few days, we will be traveling together. Please receive me." The head of the family ordered Yang Feng.
Yang Feng's face immediately collapsed. Of course he knew what Master meant. Well, the Cui family, one of the four major families in Qingzhou, if this time they can take the opportunity to get acquainted with the distinguished guests of the Cui family, then how can they drive in the future? Can't you take over the Cui family's business? That's a big deal, a great opportunity. Moreover, the car and horse shop is located in Qingzhou. If we can build a good relationship with the Cui family in the future, we can enjoy the shade under the big tree. The car and horse shop will grow and develop.
The overall situation is the most important thing, although the young and vigorous Yang Feng doesn't like flattery and flattery, but for the sake of driving, he can only sacrifice himself. Yang Feng suppressed his inherent aversion to the rich man, tried his best to smile, followed the Xuanpao man next to the horse, and waited for the other party's orders.
"Brother Feng Yang is in the realm of Wuzong? It's not bad to be able to reach the realm of Wuzong before he reaches the crown." The young man in Xuanpao immediately smiled softly and spoke without airs.
"My lord, I'm so ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm..." Yang Feng laughed along, he couldn't curl his lips clearly, he could only curl his lips in his heart, I'm a monk in the realm of Wu Zong, and I'm by your side Waiting, grievance, you rich and well-clothed guy, I'm afraid you haven't reached the Martial Ancestor Realm yet, right? Samurai or warrior? Alas, the morals of the world are not fair, so these sons and gentlemen are just born.
When Yang Feng thought of this, he didn't close his mouth, but he couldn't speak. His eyes fell on the back of Mr. Xuanpao, and he couldn't move away. Oh my god, is this a fairy descending to earth
A female Taoist priest wearing a navy blue Taoist robe was riding a horse and following behind the young man in Xuanpao. She looked only in her twenties, with picturesque features and a demeanor, with an air of otherworldliness If you say that this is not a fairy descending to earth, Yang Feng doesn't even believe it.
Next to the female Taoist priest, there was a round and fat man with a mahogany sword on his back, looking at Yang Feng with a smile.
Yang Feng knew he was impolite, he quickly looked away and lowered his head, but his heart was already in turmoil, there is such a beautiful woman with such an outstanding appearance in the world? How to say that poem, there are beauties in the north, peerless and independent, looking at the city of Qingren, and then looking at the country of Qingren... Isn't it talking about the female Taoist priest in front of me
Yang Feng compared the little junior sister who was haunted by his dreams with this female Taoist priest, and then found out very reluctantly that there was no comparison at all. There is still a world of difference between a female priest...
Yang Feng felt sore in his heart, it's alright for this young man in Xuanpao to be born with a dignified appearance, although Yang Feng knew he was not as good as him, but he was not jealous, after all, a man is a man, his looks are nothing, but you are followed by such a fairy , that would be unreasonable, I, Yang Feng, is a teenage Wuzong, I...
Yang Feng stopped thinking about it, wouldn't that just sprinkle salt on his wound
By the time they rested at noon, Yang Feng had become quite familiar with that young man in the black robe. He found that this young man was a little different from the domineering young men he had seen before, he was very easy-going, and he was obviously well-educated and behaved very politely, which made Yang Feng feel less uncomfortable. Although people are jealous because of their good birth and low cultivation level, they can still have angels to follow them, but their virtues are not bad, so there is nothing to be sad about.
Just as Yang Feng thought so, seeing the scene in front of him, he immediately became unbalanced again.
Just as everyone found a place to sit down, the priestess, who obviously didn't eat the fireworks of the world, brought wine and food from the carriage behind, offered to pass it to the young master Xuanpao, and offered to pour wine for him, just like a maid serving the young master. Make pie.
Yang Feng just wanted to vomit blood, raised his head and asked the sky speechlessly, if someone else is lucky enough to get such a beautiful woman, such a Taoist priest with a transcendent aura, it will be too late to make offerings like a bodhisattva, for fear that they will be tired, that is really a mouthful She's afraid of melting, holding her in the palm of your hand for fear of falling, and you actually treat her like a maid...
What else did Yang Feng see? When Master Xuanpao turned his head to thank him, the Taoist priest who was full of immortality actually lowered his head in embarrassment, Xia Fei's cheeks were in a mess, but this appearance, he was obviously shy, shy... You put down your body to serve others, what's wrong with them thanking you, you are a fairy who overwhelms the country, you are so shy, what about your dignity and your pride
Yang Feng decided to keep his eyes out of his mind and his mind buried in the shriveled pie. This world is really chaotic and he can't understand it.
"Brother Feng Yang, how about having a drink together?" Young Master Xuanpao issued an invitation.
Yang Feng wanted to refuse at first, you guy who doesn't treat pearls as a treasure, I feel annoyed when I see you, can you do such nonsense if you have money? But as soon as he smelled the aroma of fine wine, Yang Feng was stunned for a moment. The aroma of the wine is so rich and mellow, what kind of good wine is this? Never seen it in my life... No, Yang Feng, you are an indomitable old man, how can you bend your waist for a glass of wine
Yang Feng was about to shake his head, but he saw the sincere and eager expression of the young man in Xuanpao. It was a look of sincerely treating his friends, just like the spring breeze melting ice and snow. He is also a son of an extraordinary family background, and he is familiar with each other, and it is a kind invitation, so it is not good to refuse it? Besides, what scene did I, Yang Feng, never see? What happened to a glass of wine
Yang Feng didn't know how he took the wine bag, he raised his head and took a sip, his pupils dilated immediately, good wine!
"Good wine!" After wiping his mouth and returning the wine bag to Master Xuanpao, Yang Feng couldn't help admiring. There are many temperamental people, and Yang Feng is no exception.
"Since it's good wine, then drink more." Master Xuanpao beckoned, the Immortal Daoist got up on his own initiative that day, went to take out a wine bag from the carriage, and handed it directly to Yang Feng this time.
This time Yang Feng got up directly to take it, but kept his eyes down, and didn't dare to look at the Taoist priest, for fear that he couldn't help blushing. Wouldn't it be bad if it made people feel rude and abrupt? Besides, I, Yang Feng, am not a womanizer.
After drinking too much, Yang Feng also gradually let go, chatting freely with Mr. Xuanpao.
He waved his hand, hiccupped, and said to the rookie Jiang Hu who he believed had no experience in Jianghu: "Everyone says Jianghu is good, what's so good about Jianghu? You may have heard the storyteller say that this How powerful is the sword fairy, how domineering is that mountain village, how is this sect out of the dust, and the sword hut where people make swords all their lives, in fact? How is this possible! No matter how powerful a monk is, he still has to eat, right? The higher the level of cultivation, the more resources are needed for cultivation, right? No one in the family is going to work, where does the money come from so that you can make swords all day long? You don’t need money to buy iron? You don’t need money to eat? Buy a magic weapon?"
"Dharma artifacts, how expensive they are. The big family doesn't have one. If you are poor and rich, and your family doesn't have thousands of acres of fertile land, don't try to be romantic. The master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual, so you have to be led by the master. There is no master to teach, no matter how talented, how to cultivate? Those scholars also have to be taught to read, right? Those who are poor have to lie on the window of the school and eavesdrop, right? Otherwise, how can they understand the profound scriptures? , you have to invite famous teachers and big monks to teach you, and you have to practice superior exercises, how much will it cost?"
"So the great powers in the Jianghu are either noble families, or have someone in their family who is an official. No matter how bad they are, they are the existence of the wealthy. Those people are really romantic. Our kind... After all, they are ordinary people , Cultivation and so on are all for the sake of eating! And this bowl of rice is not delicious, not to mention the four big families in Qingzhou, who can barely be called dignitaries, they all have to flatter and flatter them, the worst thing is to meet them, You have to be patient and retreat, and you can't argue with them, you can't afford to provoke them."
"Jianghu, where is the unrestrained place, it is a secular place. Little fish like us, we have to act cautiously, not to mess with those big forces, big forces, we have to be careful not to mess with military officials, otherwise No matter how powerful you are, you will be wiped out as soon as the elite cavalry and iron armor come over. How do you say that, if a chivalrous man breaks the law, if a quack cultivator kills someone, it is not a murder? You must also be wanted by the government and hide in the mountains I don’t dare to come out and show my face! The real unrestrained spirit is only a small group, like Wudaomen, like Penglai... Of course, there are young masters like you... For the rest, who doesn't want to eat, who doesn't want to be urged by their family to start a family and start a business, how can they fly around all day long... "
Yue Mo felt that he had said too much, so Yang Feng smiled awkwardly, and pointed to those car and horse dealers who lived in the wind and slept in the open, "I don't want to talk about these things, young master, just look at these people and you will know. Don't talk too much In a word, if your cultivation is not high, you shouldn’t join in the fun at the Penglai Immortal Dao Conference. It’s all done by big shots. You can go and have a look, and then go back, lest you offend someone you can’t afford. I heard that , there are real immortals in Penglai! They don't care about your son's family background, if they don't match each other, life and death will be divided when they meet, and they only care about their cultivation strength, and the government dare not control them!"
Young Master Xuanpao smiled, didn't say much, just drank with Yang Feng.
Yang Feng endured it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, he leaned in front of Master Xuanpao, and said in a low voice: "My lord, I see that fairy-like Taoist priest has been secretly watching you, just while we're drinking, I count After that, she peeked at you nine times! Has the Taoist priest moved Fanxin and fell in love with you?"
His voice was suppressed enough that he thought that only Young Master Xuanpao could hear him.
I don't know if they are familiar with it, but the Taoist priest next to him was stunned, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
Yang Feng turned around in astonishment, and saw the Taoist priest, blushing up to the neck, and flew away... just flew away... flew away... gone.
Looking at the Taoist priest who flew out more than ten feet away, Yang Feng was dumbfounded, and swallowed with difficulty: "Still... you are really a fairy?!"
Before Yang Feng could say anything more, suddenly, a shrill scream sounded beside the truck.
Yang Feng turned around in astonishment, and saw at a glance that the thin monkey had fallen into a pool of blood.
A stream of light flashed by, and the left arm of the head of the family immediately left his shoulder and flew up!
A group of menacing men, surrounded by a young man in brocade clothes, rushed over murderously.
Yang Feng's limbs were stiff.