"Dare to come to my Qiao Sangui's happy event to make trouble, break two legs and throw it out!" After Qiao Sangui gave the order, the eight loyal dog-like servants rushed up.

Chen Feng withdrew his sword from its scabbard, stretched out his palm to grab the arm of a family member, and twisted it vigorously.

"Click."

"Ah!!h The man screamed in pain, his arm bent into an eerie arc.

The rest of the family were stunned, they have always bullied the small, how could they ever encounter such a ruthless character.

Qiao Sangui's brows tightened, and after knowing that the other party was not an ordinary person, he was not afraid, but directly clenched his fists and ran towards Chen Feng.

His self-confidence comes from the fact that he is also an early martial artist, and in his early years, he studied kung fu with a martial arts master for several years.

Just as Qiao Sangui ran in front of Chen Feng, a flash of silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and there was a deep sword wound on his neck, and blood gushed out.

Qiao Sangui had already fallen to the ground before he touched Chen Feng, his eyes widened, and the happy event of marrying a concubine turned into a funeral.

Several family members were about to escape, but they were also killed one by one after being caught up by Chen Feng, these dog-legged people are all people who work for the tiger, and it is not a pity to die.

"Childe's great kindness is beyond repayment, please accept my worship!" Li Lian'er kowtowed, her eyes were full of tears, and the rest of her life was almost ruined.

Feng smiled lightly and helped up, "It is the duty of our Wudang faction to be chivalrous and righteous, the girl doesn't have to take it to heart, the girl should be Li Lian'er, the daughter of Uncle Li's family, right?" ”

"Yes, it turned out to be the Taoist of the Wudang Sect!" Li Lian'er suddenly realized.

"You go find your father, and then call all the people in the village." After Chen Feng finished speaking, he went to the interior of Qiao's Mansion and found a large box under the bed in a bedroom, which was full of gold, silver, jewelry, and celebrity calligraphy and paintings.

"These ill-gotten gains, the surname will be Chen in the future!" Chen Feng was satisfied with ninety percent of the money into the ring, and the remaining ten percent was ready to be distributed to the villagers.

The villagers of Shiqiao Village gathered at Qiao's mansion and saw Qiao Sangui's hands dancing happily after his death, and Chen Feng immediately distributed the remaining 10% of the money to the villagers.

It was getting late, so Chen Feng decided to stay overnight in Shiqiao Village, but the villagers rushed to invite Chen Feng to live in their own homes.

The woodcutter's house was a dilapidated stone house, but it was very clean, Chen Feng didn't care much about it, and fell asleep not long after lying down.

The next day, Chen Feng asked from the villagers about the location of Hongmei Villa, and spent two hundred taels of silver to buy a yellow sideburns horse from a villager, and then prepared to hurry.

When leaving, the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village and were reluctant, but Chen Feng really didn't want to delay, so he said to the villagers, "If you encounter ruffians and hooligans in the future, you can go to Wudang Mountain for help, and our Wudang faction will definitely do our best to help!" Then he took his horse and went away.

Chen Feng was still a little jerky at the beginning of riding, and he always had to be careful not to be thrown off the horse, but after riding for a distance, he completely mastered equestrianism and was able to control the horse very easily.

After two days of traveling, I finally arrived at the middle capital in the mouth of the villagers, as long as it is a hundred miles east of the Hongmei Villa.

The sun was hot, Chen Feng and the horse had empty stomachs, so the horse found an inn to rest for a while.

Zhong is worthy of being a famous county town in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, a prosperous scene, Chen Feng, who was resting in the inn, suddenly thought that if he brought the things of this era to reality, wouldn't it become an antique?

But as soon as he thought of this, Chen Feng thought of another question, that is, antiques are formed after years of tempering, if you put these things in, and they are still the same as new ones in the real world, how can they be called antiques?

"The host doesn't need to worry, the items in the ring can choose whether to pass through time according to the host's own wishes, and when the host completes the task and returns to the real world, they are still antiques." Tinker Bell explained.

Chen Feng was amazed, this system design is too humane, thinking that the price of precious antiques in reality fluctuates tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, he couldn't help but be moved.

Chen Feng, who couldn't help it, began to sweep the purchase, walking through the calligraphy and painting shops and porcelain shops, and in a few hours, all the gold and silver in his pocket were replaced by picture scrolls and exquisite blue and white porcelain.

Just as Chen Feng was about to return to the hotel, suddenly a fast horse galloped through the street, and a boy in the middle of the street was stunned in fright.

Seeing that the horse was about to collide with the boy, Chen Feng instantly picked up the ladder and jumped over as fast as he could, saving the child from under the horse's hooves.

On the other hand, the man on the horse did not have the slightest intention of slowing down the whole time, and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when Chen Feng rescued the boy, he saw the face of the horseback rider, who turned out to be the son of the seventh prince in the play, and the other identity was Zhao Min's suitor.

The boy cried later, and his parents hurriedly came over to take the child away, and then thanked Chen Feng non-stop.

"What a scum!" Chen Feng scolded at the departing Zha Yazhu, if it weren't for his lack of strength now, he would definitely catch this little prince and beat him up.

"Where is the Taoist going?" A voice that could be muffled came from behind him.

Chen Feng couldn't help but turn his head when he heard this strange voice, and realized that it was another character in the plot, this person was wearing a beige robe, with long graceful hair tied behind his head like a man, and a paper fan in his hand.

At first glance, what a handsome boy!

"Zhao Min?" Chen Feng secretly said in his heart, he didn't expect to see Zhao Min here, and the real person is a little more beautiful than on TV.

Zhao Min lowered his head and coughed lightly, "Dao Chief, I'm not a woman, what are you staring at me all the time?" After speaking, he raised his head and asked, "By the way, you haven't answered my question yet, where is the Taoist chief going?" ”

"I am an idle crane with no destination." Chen Feng will not reveal his whereabouts, if the matter of Jiuyang True Scripture is known, then what will happen?

Zhao Min rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Dao Chang is so light skill, if I am not mistaken, what you just performed should be the Wudang faction's Tiyun Zong, and it really deserves to be the light skill of light skills." ”

"If Childe is fine, I'll go first." Chen Feng didn't break Zhao Min's identity, at this moment he just wanted to find the Jiuyang True Scripture as soon as possible, instead of continuing to entangle with this eccentric Zhao Min.

"Dao Chief, please slow down, I still have something to ask for." Zhao Min shook the paper fan lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What?"

"Please teach me the Tiyun Vertical Light Skill, I will be rewarded with a lot of money!" Zhao Min clenched his hands into fists, no joke.

Chen Feng couldn't help frowning, and said, "Tiyun Zong, my Wudang's secret kung fu, please forgive me." ”

"That's not up to you." Zhao Min clapped his palms, and the second elder Xuan Ming appeared out of nowhere, blocking Chen Feng's retreat.