Ye Feng frowned and sat at the table on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the dishes on the table and worrying.

Since leaving Songshan Shaolin Temple, on the way to the capital, every time they go to a town, there will always be a restaurant Xiaoer standing at the entrance of the town to greet them, and then lead them to the restaurant, waiting for them is always a table of sumptuous wine and food.

After a full meal, the men of the horse dealer will bring the horses that have been ordered, and they will be able to change horses and continue on their way. If it's getting late, it's the guys from the inn who come and lead them to the clean and tidy guest rooms that have been booked.

This has been the case all the way, seeing that the capital is already close at hand, no one knows who this person who has been ordering food and booking rooms for them and renting horses at the horse dealership is. This man is really powerful, knows their itinerary well, and can always arrange food and lodging for them in advance, and settle all the accounts.

But whenever they asked the shopkeepers of these restaurants and inns who the mysterious person was, these shopkeepers either said that they didn't know, or laughed and didn't answer, which made Ye Feng and them feel even more mysterious.

However, Ye Feng's worries at the moment are not for this mysterious person. As the saying goes, if you are courteous to people, you must ask for something, and since this mysterious person treats them so politely, sooner or later he will always show up.

What worries Ye Feng now is the dishes on the table.

On the table, there are steamed tofu, mixed tofu, fried tofu, mapo tofu, bear's paw tofu...... In short, there are a variety of tofu, each of which is full of color and fragrance, and it makes people salivate when they look at it. It seems that tofu is the specialty of this restaurant, and this whole thing is a tofu feast.

But Ye Feng doesn't eat tofu.

He doesn't eat tofu not because he's a picky eater, but because he's been eating too much tofu since he was a child.

At the age of eight, Ye Feng was sent to learn swords from his master, the fifth floor of the demon. The rivers and lakes call the fifth floor of the devil the "magic knife", and his knife skills are certainly not ordinary. In the first two years of his arrival, Ye Feng practiced only one thing, and that was to draw a knife.

This drawing is not an ordinary drawing of a knife. There is a side of tofu in front of you, and you have to practice until you can quickly cut the tofu in front of you with a knife, and the tofu is not broken or rotten, and you can't even move a bit. Not only does this require fast movements, but also extremely steady hands. After two years, Ye Feng finally practiced, and the fifth floor of the demon put a raw egg on the tofu, requiring the practice until the egg did not shake, which made Ye Feng practice for another two years to succeed.

In the past four years, the three meals a day were all the sloppy tofu residue and broken eggs left over from Ye Feng's knife practice. Mo Wulou looks like a gloomy person, and he usually doesn't say much, but he can't imagine that he actually cooks a good dish, and almost every meal changes to make all kinds of tofu and egg dishes, and they are all good in color, flavor, and flavor.

But no matter how good it is, it tastes good, and after eating it for four years in a row, anyone will get tired of it. Therefore, Ye Feng will never eat two things now, one is tofu and the other is eggs.

There was only one question in his heart, that is, did Master Mo Wulou also learn and practice knives in this way back then? Why did he never get tired of eating tofu and eggs, and he was willing to spend so much effort to study so many methods, so that every meal was so ingenious?

Unexpectedly, there were all kinds of tofu on the table in front of him today, so that Ye Feng could only sit at the table in a daze, and he didn't even touch the chopsticks.

Zhang Fatzi on the side couldn't care so much, as soon as he sat down, he devoured it, he didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, and kept muttering: "It's delicious, it's delicious, this chef's skills are really good." ”

Cheng Nianzhen didn't know about Ye Feng's things, and looked at him a little strangely, wondering why he didn't eat a bite. But Xie Zhenliang knew these taboos of this righteous brother, and couldn't help snickering on the side, thinking in his heart, it seems that this mysterious person with great powers doesn't know them so well, at least he doesn't know Ye Feng's dietary preferences.

Smile after smile, but his eyes kept looking at the person in front of him by the window.

This person has a long robe and a square scarf, a neat beard, and looks full of books, like a well-educated middle-aged Confucian student. There was no food or drink on the table in front of him, only a cup of tea, and it looked like he was waiting for someone. From the time Ye Feng and the others walked upstairs, this person's eyes had been staring at them without taking a moment off.

The more Xie Zhenliang looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and quietly touched Ye Feng on the side. Ye Feng didn't raise his head, he still looked at the dishes on the table with a sad face, but nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "I've seen it a long time ago." ”

Xie Zhenliang just wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly moved. He stood up, walked straight to Ye Feng's table, and sat down without saying a word.

Ye Feng and the others were all taken aback, and even Zhang Fatzi stopped his chopsticks and looked at the middle-aged Confucian in a daze.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly and nodded to Ye Feng: "Ye Gongzi is invited, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Ye Feng thought to himself, finally here, probably this is the mysterious person who took care of them all the way, but I don't know what his intentions are?

So he also smiled slightly, and said to the middle-aged Confucian student: "I don't know the name of the noble family, what is the matter with waiting for us here?"

The middle-aged Confucian nodded and praised: "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, calm and relaxed, sure enough, there is a great general as rumored." ”

A mysterious smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Under Murong Haohua." ”

Murong Haohua: This name is so familiar. Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned, thinking hard in his mind where he had heard this name.

Oh, I think about it, it was a year ago in Songshan Tingtao Villa, the young man in a yellow shirt, named Murong Wencai, once said that Murong Haohua, the contemporary patriarch of the Murong family in Gusu, was his father. Later, Murong Wen died under Lin Suifeng's sword.

In this way, the middle-aged Confucian in front of him is Murong Wencai's father? Murong Wencai had ulterior motives in Tingtao Villa at the beginning, and now what is his intention when his father suddenly comes to find him?

Ye Feng thought about it, but his face was silent: "It turned out that the patriarch of the Gusu Murong family arrived, Ling Lang had a few encounters with us in Songshan before, and we also regretted his death, I don't know why Mr. Murong came this time?"

"Deploy?" Murong Haohua's smile suddenly disappeared, and his face sank, "I'm afraid you are all still very proud in your hearts, right?"

The faces of several people present changed color, and Xie Zhenliang asked, "What does Mr. mean by this?"

Murong Haohua said coldly: "I think that day in Tingtao Villa, my son died innocently and tragically, but Ye Gongzi became famous all over the world for revealing Lin Suifeng's secret, how can I regret it?"

Before Ye Feng could answer, Zhang Fatzi on the side couldn't help but say loudly: "Your son has ulterior motives in Tingtao Villa, secretly investigating everywhere, and threatening Lin Shoucheng, the young owner of the village, this is what I saw with my own eyes, and was later found and killed by Lin Suifeng, how can I say that he is innocent?

Murong Haohua sneered a few times: "My son has other plans to threaten Lin Shoucheng, what evidence is this? Now that Lin Suifeng is dead, there is no proof of his death, and it was your Ye Gongzi who revealed that he killed him, what proof is this? Not to mention that I heard that my son's corpse has a secret weapon of the Tang family, Lin Shoucheng once said that he died under the secret weapon of the Tang family, yes or no?"

Ye Feng was speechless when he said this.

If it is said that Murong Wencai was listening to what Tao Villa did, the father in front of him knew nothing, and I am afraid that no one would believe it. Then it seems that this Murong Haohua must have come prepared and deliberately came to find fault. It's just that I don't know if he was angry about his son's death to get back face for the Murong family, or if he had some other intentions?

Zhang Fatzi couldn't help but stand up and said angrily: "Then what do you want?"

A smile appeared on Murong Haohua's face, but his eyes stared at Ye Feng with fierce eyes: "I heard that Ye Gongzi actually learned one of the seventy-two stunts in the Shaolin Temple, Yijin Jing, but he is not talented, but he wants to see it." ”

Ye Feng's heart was shocked, could it be that he came for the Yijin Sutra? I heard Murong Wencai boast before that Gusu Murong had collected seven or eight out of ten martial arts secrets in the world, this Shaolin seventy-two stunt is a secret that will not be passed on, and the Shaolin Temple is also a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, and the Murong family must not have a chance to get it. Now that a young boy who was poisoned was able to learn the Yijin Sutra by chance, and now he is far away from the Shaolin Temple, in the eyes of Murong Haohua, it is undoubtedly a living secret book. How could he miss such an opportunity?

However, Ye Feng knew in his heart that although he had studied the Yijin Sutra diligently in the past year, and although Cheng Nianzhen had supplemented him with good medicine every day, his martial arts had only recovered by three or four percent. Even so, compared to the loss of the strange poisonous martial arts in the body at the beginning, it is already a miracle.

But the patriarch of the Murong family in front of him was unfathomably profound, even if he was not poisoned at the beginning, he was not necessarily his opponent, let alone today, looking at the aggressive Murong Haohua in front of him, Ye Feng felt a trace of anxiety in his heart.

Murong Haohua smiled slightly: "If Ye Gongzi doesn't want to hurt the harmony, please go with the old man." ”

Ye Feng asked, "Where are you going?"

Murong Haohua's face was full of pride: "Go to Gusu Yanziwu to live for a year and a half, and wait for the old man to find out the truth about the death of the dog, if it really has nothing to do with Ye Gongzi, Gusu Murong should respectfully send Gongzi back to Beijing." ”

Zhang Fatzi said angrily: "Are you obviously going to kidnap you?"

Murong Haohua smiled proudly: "Don't worry, Ye Gongzi is a member of the Jinyi Guard, my Murong family doesn't dare to offend, I just invited Ye Gongzi to be a guest." ”

At this moment, there was a sound of stairs, and a person strode upstairs and said in a loud voice, "Is Mr. Murong doing this to treat you?"

Murong Haohua was stunned for a moment, and looked at the person, with a gray beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, although he was wearing an ordinary shirt, his gestures were clearly the style of people in the government. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"

The person who came laughed and replied: "The old man's surname is Tie, and Tie is ruthless!"