boom boom boom
Cheng Wei knocked lightly on the door of Wang Qiong's bedroom.
Years of experience told him that this level of noise was enough to wake up his master.
"Who is it?" Sure enough, not long after, Wang Qiong's half-dream voice came from the room.
"Master, it's me..." Cheng Wei responded, paused for half a second, and then said, "In the courtyard... there are guests asking to see you."
"Ah?" Wang Qiong turned over and glanced out of the window, the sky was completely dark, "What time is it?"
"Back to the owner... Yinshi." Cheng Wei replied.
When ordinary people hear this, they may immediately shout out words such as "You are sick, why are you meeting at four o'clock in the morning?"
But Wang Qiong's reaction was different, and he became sober in an instant.
Wang Qiong knew Cheng Wei very well, and he also knew how strict the defense measures were to protect himself. Therefore, when he heard the answer "Yin Shi", the word "courtyard" that Cheng Wei deliberately included in the previous sentence was the same as "Yin Shi". It seemed a little serious.
Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are only a handful of people who can come to Wang Qiong's courtyard at this time; what's even more strange is that Cheng Wei, one of the guards, actually came to inform the other party? What's happening here
"Hmm..." Wang Qiong murmured for a while, he thought about many things during this breath, and then he said, "Let them in."
"This..." Cheng Wei hesitated, "directly into your house?"
When he asked this question, Wang Qiong in the room had already moved the kang table beside the bed to the bed, and lit the oil lamp on the table with a torch.
"Ah, yes, you can come in too." Wang Qiong replied as he flicked the fire extinguisher.
Seeing that the lights in the room were already on, Cheng Wei didn't say anything more. After replying "Yes", he turned around and led the two "guests" to the front of the room.
Not long after, Cheng Wei opened the door and came in; behind him was a man and a woman.
"Master." Cheng Wei said to Wang Qiong respectfully after entering the room, "The guest brought it here."
"These two are..." Wang Qiong asked while looking at Brother Jue and Ruoyu.
"It's easy to say." Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation to grab the conversation, and cupped his fists at Wang Qiong carelessly, and said, "I'm going to break the sword, the owner of the teahouse, Feng Bujue." He turned to Ruoyu He raised his hand, "This is my junior sister Li Ruoyu."
He didn't give Ruoyu the title of "Madam" this time, not because he didn't want to, but because Ruoyu had told him in advance, telling him not to take advantage of this "slightly childish" advantage.
"Pojian tea house?" Wang Qiong's reaction after hearing these four words was beyond Juege's expectations, "Pojian tea house... Pojian tea house..." He whispered these four words repeatedly. This word revealed a contemplative look, and after more than a minute, he looked at Brother Jue and said, "Are you really Feng Bujue from Pojian Tea House?"
At this moment, Brother Jue was keenly aware of something, and he smiled and said, "Oh~ I never thought that Boss Wang would have heard of my name."
Wang Qiong ignored the other party's temptation, but continued to ask: "Can you prove it?"
"What kind of proof do you want?" Feng Bujue spread his hands and asked.
"It doesn't matter, you can figure it out." Wang Qiong's answer was also watertight.
"Hehe... well... you are very good." Feng Bujue smiled, and the way he looked at Wang Qiong became meaningful.
After speaking, Brother Jue raised his leg on the spot and took a step "up".
His movements were ordinary, like walking up steps; it's just... there were no steps in front of his eyes.
But he still went "up" to use [Taxu]'s ability to stand in mid-air, Jue Ge just stood one step away from the ground out of thin air, and floated there.
Ruoyu was not surprised by this, but Cheng Wei's expression was wonderful.
Cheng Butler's martial arts are not low, and he has seen many miraculous light kungfu, but he can't understand such an ability of "stepping into the air" without any preparation.
"Well... It seems that you may indeed be Feng Bujue." When Wang Qiong saw this scene, he looked quite calm, as if he was watching some kind of trick.
"Is it just 'possible' instead of 'certain'?" Feng Bujue continued.
"I have to ask you a few more questions to be sure." Wang Qiong said.
"You ask." Brother Jue responded very simply.
"Dare to ask Feng Liaozhu... Guigeng this year?" Wang Qiong said.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue almost blurted out with confidence.
"I don't know?" Wang Qiong repeated those three words in a questioning tone.
"I looked like this when Cangling Lunjian; I also looked like this when I was dueling on the top of the Forbidden City; later, when I went sightseeing in Burial Heart Valley, I still looked like this..." Feng Bujue was so witty , he has already understood that age is not the key point that the other party wants to test, but the key point is the information, "If you want to ask me how old I am, I can only tell you... I have lived too long to remember."
"Hmm..." Wang Qiong nodded, "That makes sense." He paused, "But you still can't fully verify your identity."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue asked strangely, "Isn't this enough?"
"Not enough." Wang Qiong replied, "It is possible that you are Feng Bujue himself, but it is also possible that you are just a person who is good at lightness kungfu and who, like me... has read 'Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts'."
The "Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts" he mentioned is a top-secret book, one of the "Three Forbidden Volumes".
According to rumors, these three volumes are all hidden deep in the palace, and only today's emperor has the right to read them; other people... as long as they dare to break the seal, they will be punished for copying and beheading.
Since the secrets recorded in the other two "Forbidden Volumes" are irrelevant to this article, they are not listed here; here we only say that the "Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts" was written in the "Last Year of Ming Shengping" in this universe. The mythical martial arts leader "Yuan Qi" died of illness. In order to compete for the martial arts knowledge he left behind and the position of leader, a catastrophic battle broke out in the martial arts. And the result of this battle is... The martial arts powers lost their vitality greatly, the imperial court seized the opportunity to intervene, the fisherman benefited, and wiped out all the forces (traditional and powerful sects like Shaolin and Wudang are already in the country) It was destroyed at that time, and among the old gangs, only the beggars still left a little incense), and the few remaining gangs can only survive if they accept "incorporation into Zhao'an".
It was that year that the "rivers and lakes" of this world became in name only.
The nature of "Secret Records of Forbidden Martial Arts" is like an epitaph written for that "Jianghu"; most of the information in this book is provided by the undercover agents of the imperial court's intelligence agencies who have infiltrated various factions. It records many unknown anecdotes and secrets.
The things about "Broken Sword Tea House" and "Feng Bujue" are naturally mentioned in the book, of course... As a book written from the standpoint of the imperial court, they did not care much about Cang Ling Lun Jian and Burial Heart Valley. They didn't care that much, instead they focused on the incident where Brother Jue fought a beautiful woman in the Forbidden City...
Closer to home.
Wang Qiong obviously read that book. As for why he read it and how he read it... these are not important.
Because he is Wang Qiong, he naturally has his own way.
In a sense, this also explained from the side why the emperor had to kill him, a businessman.
"It's the first time I've heard of the book you mentioned." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue said again, "But I can roughly guess what's written on it..." He shrugged, "Anyway... that's not important, I still have many ways to prove my identity."
While speaking, Brother Jue lightly raised one hand, and together with two fingers, conjured a black light card out of thin air on his fingertips.
"This...isn't it light work?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.
Wang Qiong stared at the card for a few seconds: "Is this... useful?"
"There are many usages." Brother Jue replied indifferently, "The simplest and most direct usage... is to throw it out."
"How about throwing it out?" Wang Qiong said.
"It can hurt people." Feng Bujue said.
"How much can it hurt?" Wang Qiong asked again.
"At least it can half-mutilate that man on your beam." Feng Bujue still had a smile on his face when he replied.
But Wang Qiong's expression changed a little: "Well..." He thought for a few seconds, and finally made a final judgment, "It seems that you are really Feng Bujue."
Boss Wang didn't need Brother Jue to make any further proofs. When the other party noticed the existence of the "man on the beam", it had already explained everything.
The person hiding on the beam is Cheng Yong, Cheng Wei's younger brother.
As mentioned earlier, Wang Qiong has two personal guards, one is Cheng Wei who also serves as a housekeeper, and the other... is Cheng Yong.
Compared with his elder brother, Cheng Yong is far behind in terms of scheming and etiquette; but there is only one thing, Cheng Yong is more talented in martial arts than Cheng Wei.
Cheng Yong's martial arts is very high, so high that even Wang Qiong can feel "at ease".
No one knows what kind of kung fu he practiced, and no one knows how good he is. People only know that once Cheng Yong makes a move... the opponent will die.
In fact, he didn't have many chances to make shots. The only few times he played against were first-class masters in the Jianghu or the imperial court; and only such first-class masters had the ability and opportunity to come to Wang Qiong.
However, none of these people had gone through five tricks in Cheng Yong's hands.
If Cheng Wei is Wang Qiong's arm, then Cheng Yong is Wang Qiong's shadow; nothing is more reliable than a shadow, because he is always by his master's side.
There were even a few times when Wang Qiong was assassinated in bed, but was saved by Cheng Yong...
Seeing this, everyone must have understood why Wang Qiong dared to talk face to face with so many martial arts masters at close range, but he was not afraid of the other party's sudden cold arrow or sudden attack.
"Then..." Wang Qiong paused for half a second, and then asked, "The legendary Feng Liao... came to find me Wang in the middle of the night, so why?"
"Boss Wang is a businessman." Feng Bujue said, "I'm looking for you, of course to discuss business." As he spoke, he walked forward and sat down on Kang Yan'er indifferently, "As for why? I have no choice but to choose this time to come..." He explained unhurriedly, "During the day, there were some 'conditions' in the town, which made it inconvenient for me to enter the town; fortunately...more than an hour ago, that kind of' The 'inconvenience' is no more."
"Then from more than an hour ago to now..." Wang Qiong didn't care much about Brother Jue's behavior on the kang, and calmly answered, "...what did you and your junior sister do? ?”
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled, "We went to find a person, asked him some questions, then chopped off his head and brought it to you." After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again, He added, "Oh, of course, before we entered your yard, we stunned the guards around your house, and we chatted with Butler Cheng after we entered."
"Oh..." Wang Qiong nodded, "By the way, I haven't asked yet..." He suddenly looked at Cheng Wei, "Old Cheng, what's the wind blowing today? How could you obediently help them pass on the message? ?”
Cheng Wei didn't answer this question, and the person who responded to Wang Qiong was Ruoyu.
"Because he lost." She said in a cold tone.
"Did he fight with you?" Wang Qiong asked.
"No." Ruoyu replied.
"Then how did he lose?" Wang Qiong asked again.
Before he finished speaking, Ruoyu raised his right hand slightly, holding the hilt of the saber.
At that moment, her eyes moved, and fierce murderous aura filled the whole room in an instant.
The murderous look was like a pair of invisible hands, only strangling the throat of everyone in the room, even Brother Jue felt the oppressive feeling that made people breathless.
It was too late to say, but it was so fast, when Ruoyu's murderous intent just arose, he saw a black shadow rushing down from the beam.
The shadow was as fast as a frightened bird, and it was rushing like thunder. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached Ruoyu, and his hands had already grasped the weapon.
Then, his movements stopped.
It wasn't a slight pause, it was a complete freeze.
A bean-sized drop of cold sweat dripped from Cheng Yong's forehead, slid to the bridge of his nose, and split in two.
He stood there with his eyes wide open, looking at the female swordsman in front of him.
She looked like she was only in her early twenties, and her out-of-this-world temperament and beauty were unforgettable at a glance.
But at this moment, these appearances visible to the naked eye have been covered up by the dignified sword intent, and have become things that can be ignored.
Ruoyu's hand didn't move, and the sword was still in the scabbard.
But from Cheng Yong's point of view, the opponent's sword was already on his throat.
He didn't move because he couldn't move.
His hands, his feet, his torso, even his fingers, eyelids... can't move.
One move and he will be beheaded.
This is what Cheng Yong felt at this moment...
There was silence for about ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, Cheng Yong's body relaxed, and his whole body fell limply to the ground like a collapsed building block, gasping for breath.
Cold sweat covered his horrified face.
At this time, Ruoyu, who restrained her murderous aura and sword intent, walked to the edge of the kang with steady steps.
As if nothing had happened, she took out a cloth-wrapped, blood-oozing head from her luggage, and casually placed it on the kang table.
When putting down the head, Ruoyu continued what he hadn't finished before, and replied: "That's how I lost." (..)