The banquet in the Feng Mansion was held until the night when the lights were on.

Tang Da was drunk by the group of heroes, and he couldn't sleep, and the gentleman sword Feng Mingli had no choice but to temporarily place him in the guest room to rest.

Turning around, Feng Mingli couldn't help but complain to the heroes for a while, at such a critical moment, how could he be so indiscriminate and pour Tang Da, one of the biggest helpers here, into this?

Seeing that there are still two days before the deadline issued by the flying bat, if the flying bat comes at this time, wouldn't it be a big mistake?

But after all, he still has the style of a gentleman, and he invited this group of heroes to help, and his dissatisfaction can only be suppressed in his heart and not explicitly stated.

After settling in the guest room, Gentleman Sword Feng Mingli returned to the main hall, but saw Old Man Hua sitting in the hall, his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he was recuperating or asleep.

It seems that the old man Hua is old after all, and he is so strong after only a few drinks, Feng Mingli sighed lightly in his heart, and was ready to wake up the old man Hua to rest.

Just a few steps forward, the old man Hua's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the essence of light flashed in his eyes.

Feng Mingli was taken aback and asked, "Old man, are you okay?"

Old Man Hua snorted coldly: "Do you think these two glasses of wine will be too old?"

Feng Mingli hurriedly apologized and asked, "The old man is old, you should pay attention to your body, you don't go to rest when you are old, what are you doing here?"

Old Man Hua stared at Feng Mingli with his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Now there are only you and me here, you tell you the truth, where is the letter left by the Flying Bat for you?"

Feng Mingli was stunned for a moment, and said with some surprise: "Feng has already said that the letter of worship was torn to pieces by Feng in anger, and now it is gone." Could it be that the old man still has any questions?"

Old Man Hua stared at Feng Mingli, and muttered in his mouth: "Gentleman's sword, really a gentleman's sword!"

Suddenly, he sneered, and that smile looked a little weird at the moment.

He opened his mouth and said: "Everyone in the world knows that the old man and the flying bat have an incomparable hatred for killing their sons, so the old man is also the one who knows everything about this demon. What exactly is written in his letter of worship, I'm afraid Feng Daxia knows it, right?"

Hearing this, Feng Mingli couldn't help but change color on his face and said, "What Feng said is true, does the old man suspect that Feng still has something to hide?"

Old Man Hua looked at him for a long time, closed his eyes again, and said slowly: "The old man is not very interested in your affairs, what he is really interested in is to cut the demon of the flying bat with a thousand knives, avenge my son, and wash away the shame of my Hua family for more than ten years." ”

He even leaned back on the back of the Taishi's chair and said, "So for two days from now, the old man will not go anywhere, just sit here and wait for the devil to come." ”

Gentleman Sword Feng Mingli blinked, and asked with some confusion: "What does the old man mean is that the flying bat will not necessarily wait until two days later, but may appear at any time?"

Old Man Hua snorted with his eyes closed, and said: "Who told you that he will definitely wait until after the date written in the worship post to make a move?" ”

Feng Mingli nodded again and again with some sudden realization: "Exactly, exactly!" I couldn't help but be in awe of Old Man Hua in my heart.

Ginger is still old and spicy in the end.

He originally wanted to say a few polite words to the old man Hua, and say a few words, you are old, you should pay attention

Body, don't overwork or anything like that, but looking at the old man Hua with his eyes closed and recuperating, with a look of reluctance to deal with it, he will no longer be verbose, so as not to be bored.

When he walked out of the main hall, Gentleman Sword Feng Mingli looked back at the old man Hua who was sitting alone in the hall, and his long snow-white beard, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

The old rivers and lakes are the old rivers and lakes, and the experience is indeed rich, but looking at his old dragon clock, even if the flying bat really comes, such an old man, can he still hold a sword?

Shaking his head, Gentleman Sword Feng Mingli left quickly.

At this time, in the corner of the wall, another old man was watching him leave with cold eyes.

This old man is dressed as an old servant, and has been following Ji Wushuang's son, Ruyi, the double knife, Zhang Ruyi!

He stood in the shadow of the corner, completely unnoticed, just watching the conversation between Gentleman Sword Feng Mingli and Old Man Hua with cold eyes.

Seeing Feng Mingli leave, he turned his head to look at the old man Hua who was sitting alone in the hall, but the feeling in his heart was very different from Feng Mingli: This old man is really not simple!

This old man Zhang finished praising the old man in his heart, turned around and walked back quietly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

In the shadows not far behind him, a figure slowly walked out, but it was Chen Tiankui, a master of yin and yang knives, who had been introduced by Feng Mingli in the hall during the day.

Since they met in the main hall during the day, this Chen Tiankui seems to be very interested in Zhang Ruyi, and his eyes have never left him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Unexpectedly, in this night, he secretly followed Zhang Ruyi, but he didn't know what his intentions were?

Zhang Ruyi turned around and saw Chen Tiankui coming out, snorted from his nose, and said, "In the middle of the night, what are you doing secretly with me as a bad old man?"

Chen Tiankui kept staring at Zhang Ruyi, and asked with some hesitation: "This old man looks very familiar, I don't know if my father-in-law is surnamed Zhang?"

Zhang Ruyi smiled and said: "The old man is just an old slave under my son-in-law, the surname is Zhang or the surname Wang, what's the matter?"

Chen Tiankui suddenly smiled: "The world-famous Ruyi double knife Zhang Ruyi is willing to become a slave by someone else's side, I am full of curiosity about your son-in-law, what kind of identity is he?"

Zhang Ruyi frowned, he rarely walked around the rivers and lakes in the past twenty years, and there were not many people who had seen him and knew him, and the young man in front of him was only about thirty, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

So he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

This sentence is undoubtedly tantamount to acquiescing in the identity of the other party, admitting that he is Ruyi and Zhang Ruyi.

Yin Yang Knife Chen Tiankui was overjoyed when he heard this, bowed his head, and said: "Hello Senior Zhang, junior Chen Tiankui, the last advance in martial arts, friends on the rivers and lakes have given a nickname called Yin Yang Knife, meet the seniors!"

Zhang Ruyi was not interested in this kid's name at all, and still frowned and asked, "How do you know the old man?"

Chen Tiankui lowered his head and said: "The seniors and nobles have forgotten things, maybe they don't remember it for a long time. My father's name is Chen Zhenshan, a dart master, and he also had a little fame when he relied on the double knives in his hands. ”

"More than 20 years ago, my father didn't know the height of the sky, and he challenged his predecessors to become famous, and the younger generation was ten years old at that time, and he happened to follow his father and saw the dignity of his predecessors. ”

"Chen Zhenshan?" Zhang Ruyi looked up at the sky, he really couldn't remember this name, it was more than twenty years ago, at that time he was famous, and every day he didn't know how many martial arts people who made the double sword wanted to challenge him and defeat him

, so as to make a name for themselves and shock the rivers and lakes.

This Chen Zhenshan may be one of these countless people, Zhang Ruyi doesn't remember it for a long time.

Chen Tiankui continued: "Back then, my father was immeasurable, and he was defeated by the senior's wishful double knife within three moves. ”

Zhang Ruyi frowned unconsciously again, this Chen Tiankui slapped his face and saw his father defeated, but now he seems to be elated when he talks about it, which always makes people feel a little awkward.

However, he didn't show it, just said lightly: "It is not easy for Ling Zun to be able to support three moves under the old man's knife." ”

Chen Tiankui's face was full of joy: "That's exactly what the seniors said back then, and then the seniors started to love talents, and they also clicked a few knife tricks from my father, and my father benefited a lot after he went back." Now the younger generation is practicing the tricks pointed out by the seniors, so that they can win a little fame in the rivers and lakes, I can't imagine that today I can be lucky enough to see the heroic posture of the predecessors again, how fortunate is it!"

Zhang Ruyi snorted coldly in his heart, after defeating his opponent back then, he would often point out twice at random to show his demeanor as a master grandmaster, but it was actually just a little vanity.

It's all the psychology of being a good teacher!

It's just that he didn't expect that a few tricks that were randomly dialed back then would really be used by someone as a peerless sword technique, as a treasure, and after years of hard practice, he really made a little fame in the rivers and lakes with this, but this was something he never expected.

However, since the other party gave such a big high hat, Zhang Ruyi couldn't refuse, so he could only pretend to be suddenly enlightened, and nodded again and again and said, "Chen Zhenshan? ”

When Chen Tiankui heard Zhang Ruyi say this, he only felt even more excited, and couldn't help but dance with his eyebrows, and said: "The younger generation inherits the great kindness of the predecessors back then, and instructs the martial arts, so that they can have a little fame today, and now they can see their predecessors again, and they are willing to follow and repay the great kindness of their predecessors!"

Zhang Ruyi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that an admirer of his own would suddenly run out here, and he would follow left and right, which was greatly unexpected by him.

He waved his hand a little flusteredly and said, "Some small things, what kind of kindness to talk about? Why bother to keep it in mind, let alone repay it." You can become famous, all by your own hard work, what does it have to do with the old man?"

When Chen Tiankui heard this, an anxious look suddenly appeared on his face, and he fell to the ground at once, and said loudly: "The juniors follow sincerely, but if the seniors don't allow it, the juniors won't get up." ”

This is clearly blackmail!

Zhang Ruyi's brows furrowed, he was naturally unwilling to leave this Chen Tiankui by his side, he was now guarding the son of Ji Wushuang in the Providence Tower, if this Chen Tiankui followed him, the identity of the son would inevitably be known to him.

But if he doesn't allow it, he makes such a loud noise, his identity is exposed, and the disclosure of his son's identity is a big deal, Ji Wushuang's son is rich in the world, I really don't know how many people will beat his idea, and when the time comes, I am afraid that it will be more troublesome.

Zhang Ruyi looked around, fortunately it was night at this time, and it was relatively remote here, no one saw it, so he hurriedly urged Chen Tiankui: "Hurry up, hurry up, what kind of system is this?"

Chen Tiankui looked up at him and said happily: "So, did the seniors agree?"

Zhang Ruyi nodded helplessly, what if he didn't agree?

I really don't know if I'm shrewd or stupid now, but Zhang Ruyi has nothing to do.

Chen Tiankui was full of smiles, and before he could speak, he heard a terrible scream suddenly come from the night sky, like a sharp blade, cutting through the quiet night!