In the dilapidated courtyard, the uninhabited firewood house, the injured suddenly woke up, and in front of him was the figure of a young man.

"Who are you?" Although he realized that he had been saved by the young man, the injured still did not dare to let down his guard easily.

The young man took a bowl of well water scooped outside, drank it slowly, and the afternoon sun came from outside the firewood room and became his back. Glancing at the injured lightly, he said, "I'm a friend of the Flying Star Martial Arts Shao Dong's family, I want to ask...... What the hell is going on here?"

The sun was slowly moving westward, and the voices in the firewood room were low and weak.

About an hour later, Yi Feng left here, and again, alone, walking on the road.

The wounded told him everything that had happened in the city...... In fact, there is nothing to hide.

Although in these years, the Chaogang has been disordered, but in Caifeng City, it was originally quite stable. Taishou Zou Tongfeng is quite virtuous, honest and honest, well-governed, in the martial arts, Zhao Bo, the leader of the Flying Star Martial Arts, together with the well-known gangs around Caifeng City, fully cooperate with Taishou and jointly maintain the law and order of the city.

It's a pity that the good days are not too long, with the large-scale expansion of the Baking Gang on the rivers and lakes, and the chaos that ensues, Caifeng City will inevitably be affected, and there will be more and more crimes. The Flying Star Martial Arts cooperated with the Taishou and vigorously rectified it, but the newly rising Divine Eagle Sect united the surrounding Nine Streams to create chaos and take the opportunity to become bigger.

Until a month ago, because of a snow disaster, many people suffered, and Zou Tongfeng, the Taishou who went out of the city to check the disaster, was killed by a group of Jianghu people of unknown origin, and the murderer fled, and the mastermind behind the scenes naturally had no way to verify, even if everyone knew that at this time I was afraid that it had an inseparable relationship with the Condor Sect, but there was nothing to be done.

Taishou was killed, the imperial court was already weak, and the new Taishou had not even decided on a candidate. During this period, the Condor Sect tried to control the entire Wind Picking City, but it was constantly forcing the various forces in the Wind Picking City and its surroundings to stand in line, and those who did not collude with them would be subjected to various blows.

Some weak sects, in desperation, had to ask the Flying Star Martial Arts to come forward. Zhao Bo, the leader of the Flying Star Martial Arts, is upright, respectful of rules, and moral, and has won the trust of everyone. In order to avoid Caifeng City falling into chaos due to large-scale conflicts in the rivers and lakes, Zhao Bo led people to come forward to talk with the Divine Eagle Sect, and then under the provocation of the Divine Eagle Sect, he agreed to make an appointment with Cao Tai, the sect leader of the Divine Eagle Sect.

Zhao Bo, the leader of the Flying Star Martial Arts, and Cao Tai, the sect leader of the Divine Eagle Sect, both have pivotal strength, Zhao Bo is steady, and people generally believe that his strength is better than Cao Tai. Who knew that in the duel, Cao Tai took advantage of Zhao Bo's unwillingness to do everything and always left people with a way out, in the battle, he first deliberately showed weakness and goodwill, and then took advantage of the moment when Zhao Bo left his hand, and took it by surprise and cut Zhao Bo's skin with a sword.

Although it was only an insignificant minor injury, Cao Tai actually smeared poison on the blade of the sword in advance, and Zhao Bo was poisoned, and his qi and blood did not run smoothly, so he was killed by Cao Tai. Afterwards, Cao Taitian was shameless, arrogantly saying that there was no provision in advance that drugs were not allowed, completely ignoring the rules of the rivers and lakes.

Although he is shameless, the Flying Star Martial Arts can't take him, just because Zhao Bo died, and no one in the Flying Star Martial Arts is no longer Cao Tai's opponent.

The Divine Eagle Sect became further bigger, and even other small forces that were still watching the direction of the wind had to be forced to throw themselves on the side of the Divine Eagle Sect. The Flying Star Martial Arts was miserable and bleak, facing the difficult situation of being completely killed by the Divine Eagle Sect.

Although today is the Lantern Festival, the final conflict between the two parties is imminent, and there are some Jianghu people who are taken care of by Zhao Bo on weekdays and can't stand it, and want to go to the Flying Star Martial Arts to help the fist, the person who Yi Feng saved just now is like this, but unfortunately he is not good, and he met the disciples of the Condor Sect halfway, if he is not lucky enough to meet Yi Feng, I am afraid that he will become crippled if he is not dead.

Although there is a lot of tension in Caifeng City, Yi Feng is just a fourteen-year-old boy, malnourished when he was young, although he has grown a lot now, but he is wearing coarse clothes and vulgar cloth, his skin is dark, and the most valuable dragon slaying knife on his body is wrapped in coarse cloth.

All the way to the north of the city, to a dead street. The shops on both sides are tightly closed, and in front of the courtyard on the right side of the street, white lanterns and white cloth are hung.

He stepped on the door, and inside, a group of warriors wearing sackcloth with white stripes on their heads looked at him. I saw these people, with sad and angry faces on their faces, looking at the young man's eyes, all of them were vigilant because they didn't know what he was coming for.

"This little brother, you're looking for ......," an old man greeted him.

"My name is Yi Feng, and I want to visit the young owner of your bank!" Yi Feng hugged his fists.

After a while, I saw Zhao Qingcheng rushing out: "Brother Yi!"

The two of them clasped hands tightly.

Yi Feng followed Zhao Qingcheng into the mourning hall, and the women and children on both sides knelt on the ground crying, and there were swords beside them. Inside and outside the martial arts, there was a dead silence, and everyone was ready to go, and there was anger and an aura of seeing death as home.

The coffin in front of the case was purple, purple like blood that had been left for too long. The cries of the women around them were full of despair. Yi Feng put incense in front of the spirit, followed Zhao Qingcheng, and came to the backyard.

Zhao Qingcheng's body was still as resolute as a spear, but his eyes were full of bloodshot that had not slept for a long time. Toasted Yi Feng with a glass of wine, he said: "Thank you brother for coming to see me, but unfortunately there are some things in the foolish brother's family, and I don't dare to keep Brother Yi!"

Yi Feng drank all the wine and said, "I've heard about it too! I wonder if there's anything I can do to help?"

Zhao Qingcheng said: "It's just a trivial matter at home, no need to bother Brother Yi!" asked the family to take a plate of silver taels, and said: "Such a festival, I haven't been able to entertain my brother well, and I will keep it for my brother's expenses on the road!"

Yi Feng said with a smile: "In this case, then you're welcome!" He rolled up the entire plate of silver ingots, put it on his shoulder, and said goodbye to Zhao Qingcheng. Zhao Qingcheng sent him to the main gate, hugged his fists and said: "In the future, if this martial arts is still there, the foolish brother is still there, the brother just comes to be a guest again, and when the time comes, the foolish brother will definitely entertain him wholeheartedly!"

Yi Feng waved his hand back: "I care!" and walked away.

By the door, some people looked at his back blankly, the world was hot and cold, the people were warm and cold, they were already numb, although they were a fighter for the autumn wind, but at this time, they dared to come to the door to fight the autumn wind, compared to those, in the past, one by one called brothers and sisters, but now they are afraid to avoid them, for fear of being involved with them and offending most of the people of the Condor Sect and its lackeys, it is already good.

In the compound, everyone who held the unsuccessful will gather with each other, and after today, the Flying Star Martial Arts is afraid that he will be removed from the rivers and lakes.

On the other side, the young man who was carrying the silver on his back, avoided the main road, turned around, came to a market, and raised his head. Originally, on such a day, the market should be prosperous, but at the moment it is also sparsely populated, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is full of buildings, everyone is afraid that they will be swept into the storm that is destined to be inevitable tonight, ordinary people dare not go out, and most of the irrelevant Jianghu guests can also go.

Carrying his baggage, the boy stepped into a shop: "Boss, buy something!"