No one can be indifferent to their own life and death, whether you are an imperial power or a master, you will always be a little flustered when you know that you are going to die.

Shi An is no exception.

He spent a lot of effort to open a gambling stall in this Taiping City, where every inch of land is expensive, just thinking about semi-retiring to the rivers and lakes and enjoying his old age in peace, Feng Cheng's words made him very unbearable.

He didn't want to die, so he had to do something.

The Black Tiger gambling stall is his territory, in addition to the gambling ghosts, there are many of his entourage, in his opinion, Feng Cheng can cultivate to this realm at such a young age, if he does not die, the position of the first person in the rivers and lakes will definitely change in the future, having said that, but it will not be said until later, the current Feng Chengqiang is strong, and he can deal with him alone, but he may not be able to deal with many people.

Under the order, Feng Cheng was surrounded by many big men, and he was impenetrable.

Feng Cheng didn't feel panicked, he was still very calm, if it was in the past, he would have lost his mind a long time ago, but now it was different, he held a wooden sword in his hand, which was enough to give him great confidence.

He believed that as long as the wooden sword was held in his hand, even if the number of people doubled, it would not be a big deal.

Shi An panted, held the knife with his left hand, stared at Feng Cheng viciously, and slashed again, and with his knife action, the big men also shot one after another, some with stools, some with knives, some with sticks, all kinds of weapons, very dangerous.

The wooden sword was still swinging uncontrollably, it was not like Feng Cheng was swinging the sword, but the wooden sword was driving Feng Cheng.

There are people in the world who control swords, and naturally there are people who use swords, and both have their own merits.

The wooden swords moved one after another, and before they knew it, all the people who attacked Feng Cheng had already fallen to the ground.

Each covered a wound, screaming incessantly, very miserable.

Where have gamblers ever seen such a scene? They have already dispersed, and some people take advantage of the chaos to take away some property, originally they were going to be beaten in this situation, but now they can be disciplined by Feng Cheng, and they are all knocked down, so they are allowed to go.

Therefore, there was only one person standing in the gambling stall, and it was Feng Cheng.

Panting slightly, he was a teenager after all, his body was thin, even if he only needed to swing a sword, it would be a big challenge for him, if he hadn't eaten a few buns from the vendor not long ago, I am afraid that he would have collapsed due to physical exhaustion.

Shi An's hands were blurred with flesh and blood, exuding an unspeakable smell of blood, and he fell to the ground, his face desperate, and asked, "Where did I provoke you, so kill them all!"

Feng Cheng seriously told the reason why he came here, and he didn't hide anything, this was also his idea, and he had to make these people die to understand.

After listening to the ins and outs, Shi An felt very unreasonable, he just killed an old man drunk, he didn't expect to pull out such a character, so why didn't he come early, didn't come late, and came at this time?

Feng Cheng walked to Shi An's side, carrying the wooden sword that was already stained with blood, and slowly aimed it at Shi An's neck, regardless of begging for mercy, he resolutely stabbed down with a sword.

When the wooden sword was pulled out, it brought up a lot of blood flowers, and the smell of blood became more and more intense.

Feng Cheng stretched out his free hand to cover his mouth, forcibly holding back the nausea, now speaking, this is the first time he has killed someone, in the past, he has not even killed a chicken, it is inevitable that he will feel uncomfortable.

After killing a person, he came to his senses, and the next thing was much easier, but it was just to take out the sword and collect the sword, and it was good to get used to it, but he didn't kill too many people, he didn't love to kill, and the people he killed just had a grudge.

took off a money bag, walked out of the gambling stall that was already full of blood, and carried the blood-stained wooden sword, Feng Cheng walked towards the way he came.

It wasn't fast, but it was extremely steady.

Pedestrians fled when they saw him, for fear of getting into trouble.

When he reached the vendor's place, Feng Cheng stopped and handed the money bag to the vendor.

The hawker didn't pick it up, but looked at the blood stains on Feng Cheng's body and asked loudly, Feng Cheng still didn't say anything, just smiled and stuffed the money bag to the vendor.

The peddler couldn't excuse himself, but when he opened it and saw the silver stuffed in it, he was shocked and questioned again.

Feng Cheng smiled and said: "Didn't your father let you marry a wife not long ago, with this silver, you can marry a wife in a beautiful style, as for where this silver comes from, you don't have to care, no one will come to you to ask for it, you can take it with peace of mind, just take it as a bride price from me." ”

The peddler was speechless, feeling that the friend in front of him, who grew up together in pants, seemed to be different.

After Feng Cheng saw the vendor solemnly collect the silver, he put his mind at ease, did not stay here for long, and walked in the direction of his house.

But soon, he was stopped by a group of people.

It's a quick catch, and if someone dies in the city, it's natural to come forward quickly, not to mention that the Black Tiger gambling stall can still give them a lot of oil and water every month, so it's even more important.

The head catcher carried a pair of chains, took out a waist card and flashed it to Feng Cheng, and said in a deep voice: "You are suspected of making trouble, come with us." ”

Feng Cheng didn't have any other thoughts, and he didn't care about the words of the head catcher, the young man had just done something big, and the blood in his heart was still there, and he was not afraid of head hunting like ordinary people.

Feng Cheng pursed his lips, feeling a little unfair, when his grandfather died, he also looked for a catcher, but it was not like now, but the rules and regulations were subjected to ten boards, so that he didn't get up from the bed for three days, and he was happy to give him a reason to catch fast, saying that Shi An had a lot to do with them, how could it be because he hacked an old man to death, and there was no such reason in the world.

The wooden sword was still in his hand, and Feng Cheng still didn't say anything.

The head catcher felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

The two sides are at a stalemate like this.

It wasn't until a scholar appeared that he was relieved.

The scholar seems to have a lot of power, although his clothes are inconspicuous, but he only speaks a few words, and the head catcher is full of respect and retreats with people, not daring to say a word more, which is completely different from showing off his might in the past.

The scholar looked at Feng Cheng and the blood-stained wooden sword, his pupils shrank unconsciously, and his expression was inexplicable.

This wooden sword and the boy are particularly interesting.

The reader asked, "How many have you killed?"

The sound is like a spring breeze, which makes people feel good.

Feng Cheng said calmly: "Three." ”

The scholar nodded and said calmly: "The matter of revenge is a matter of course, and no one can find fault with it." ”

Feng Chengmu didn't say anything, the wooden sword in his hand tightened, for some reason, this sudden scholar was very stressed in his heart, but he couldn't say it, so he could only be careful.

The scholar whispered, "Can you take me to meet him?"

Feng Cheng was very smart, he knew who "he" was as soon as he thought about it, he didn't shirk or object, nodded and said yes.

He knew that after the appearance of this scholar, he had no power to resist.

The two walked slowly, Feng Cheng walked in front to lead the way, and the scholar walked behind, contented.

That courtyard was actually not far away, and coupled with Feng Cheng's extremely fast footsteps, it didn't take long to arrive.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Xu Baichuan was still in the courtyard as he expected.

Quickly stepped forward, and after standing still, Feng Cheng said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble." ”

Xu Baichuan shook his head, his tone was soft, and he didn't care about this, but asked, "Holding the sword, what do you think?"

Feng Cheng thought for a while and said seriously: "I don't feel too much, if I have to say it, it is that when I hold the wooden sword, I feel that no matter who is in front of me, I will not be afraid." ”

Xu Baichuan snorted and didn't ask again, but raised his eyes to look at the scholar standing at the door with an indifferent expression.

The scholar smiled with a smile on his face, walked into the courtyard, and nodded to Xu Baichuan.

The reader walked around the courtyard by himself, and then his eyes fell on the coffin, his expression was slightly surprised, it was obvious that this uninvited reader also understood the thoughts of the person in the coffin.

After Feng Cheng finished speaking, he put the wooden sword aside, and knelt in front of the coffin, babbling a lot, sounding a little irritated, but it was also human nature.

Feng Cheng didn't know the inside story, and the two who knew the inside story couldn't help but pull the corners of their mouths when they saw this scene.

The scholar smiled slightly, and said softly, "What are you not going to do? He is a good seedling, are you not tempted?"

After reading the book, I can see the mystery of the coffin, and I can see that Feng Cheng's qualifications are also possible, so I asked like this.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "He will know." ”

Only this sentence seems to solve only one problem, but in fact, both questions have been answered.

The scholar smiled and said: "Your thoughts, it's really incomprehensible, I don't think it's like a cultivator, but like those chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes, the road is uneven and pulls out a sword to help, it does have some meaning, it seems that what Mr. said, there are some differences, you are not as bad as the legend." ”

The corners of Xu Baichuan's mouth hooked up a smile, and replied: "It's not bad for you to say that, we, since we were born, we have been walking in the world, and the most contact is all kinds of rivers and lakes, unlike you, as long as you sit up, there will be a smooth road in the future, you know, the tongue of the world is in your hands." ”

The reader smiled dumbly, thinking that these words were very interesting, according to what he knew in the past, he couldn't speak with a sword, Xu Baichuan made him refreshed.

Sure enough, it is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and the prosperity of this world still has to come out and take a look at it yourself, and you can't always stay in one place and read dead books.

The reader spoke again, "Do you know what I'm doing here?"

Xu Baichuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, but did not speak.

The scholar said seriously: "I have an elder who was killed by your elders, and those of us who are juniors feel very bad, and we have learned so many truths, we must do something, otherwise the truth will be in vain, so I want to ask you for justice, maybe there is no justice in your opinion, but I still want to do it, so I came, what do you think?"

Xu Baichuan said indifferently: "The skills are not as good as others, and if you die, you deserve it, who can blame you?"

The scholar frowned, feeling that he couldn't refute it, this is the truth in the world, you don't deserve it if you die as someone else, just like he is in the academy, he can't compare his knowledge to others, and he is pressed under the feet of others, he also admits that after all, it is his own reason, and he can't blame others.

From ancient times to the present, this truth has always been this truth, and no one can find fault with it.

If you can't figure it out, you just don't think about it.

The scholar let out a breath of miscellaneous air and said again, "But I still want to reason with you." ”