The white-robed man saw Chu Feng's dismounting, looked at the long sword on Chu Feng's waist again, and asked with some surprise, "Are you good at martial arts?"

Chu Feng glanced at him and said, "I'm just here to listen to the story of the two of you, and make a comment by the way, it doesn't matter if you think about martial arts or not." ”

"Hey, hey. Seeing that Chu Feng did not deny it, the white-robed man laughed twice, looked at Chu Feng again, and said to the old man, "You say, I'll just listen." With that, he put the long knife back.

When the old man saw the cold light, he also looked at Chu Feng on the side, and said in his heart: "If you want to fight for a breath, if you have to take this afterlife, it is not worth two lives." The old man thought about it and said, "It's not all your fault, and I didn't explain it before. ”

"That's not what you said. The white-robed man frowned when he heard this, remembered Chu Feng's words, looked at his long knife again, and shouted, "Lao Tzu has been walking the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, when have you ever bullied defenseless old and weak women and children? ”

The old man still had some promises, and the white-robed man said again: "Why don't you dare to say it?" Lao Tzu doesn't want you to do anything, as long as you say 'it's yours or not', this silver will not be missing from you." "Just say it, I'm afraid you won't make it! This boy on a black horse, you can also hear it clearly......"

The old man chattered, pointing at the white-robed man and scolding him from time to time, and the white-robed man was not to be outdone, sometimes scolding, sometimes saying that the old man was wrong.

Chu Feng listened to it for a long time, and he also listened to it. The white-robed man went to Suzhou City to buy things, and the old man was a porter. One person didn't have a burden to carry things, and the other person happened to do this for a living, and the two instantly hooked up together. Who knows, when the two of them arrived at the edge of Taihu Lake, the old man knew that the white-robed guest wanted him to be sent all the way to Taihu Lake.

The old man didn't know the local dialect of this white-robed guest, and he didn't understand the rules at all, what he did was to make a living on land, and he ran one trip at a time, so he was willing to delay his efforts to go to the island. Not to mention, this also robbed the business of friends on the water, which is not in accordance with the rules.

Therefore, the white-robed guest said, "You sell me the burden", the old man is used to the burden, where he is willing to sell, there is the paragraph that Chu Feng heard first.

"This son, tell me, which one is this, isn't it?" The old man was a little scared at first, but the more he talked, the more excited he became, and in the end, he almost pointed at the white-robed guest's nose and scolded. The white-robed guest was so enduring, and the old man, you scolded me, and he really didn't touch the long knife on his waist, and he didn't even touch it, but when he was excited, he spit two mouthfuls of saliva at the old man. This person didn't speak, just looked at Chu Feng and waited for him to speak.

"There is a business on land here, and there is a way on the water, this benevolent brother, why don't you find a small boat and transfer the things to the boat, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?" Chu Feng thought about it and said, but he also knew that if this method could be done, these two would not quarrel so much.

"I didn't make it clear just now, this object can't get wet. Unexpectedly, it was not the white-robed guest who answered, but the old man. He looked at Chu Feng, then at the white-robed guest, and waited for him to agree before opening the burden.

Chu Feng looked at it, and the burden was full of dark paper incense candles, and it really couldn't be wet.

"This ......" Looking at the weight of the paper, it didn't look like he was going to worship someone else's house, Chu Feng thought of the white-robed man's accent again, and asked, "Has this friend's family had relatives or friends who have passed away?"

"The surname Feng is just a subordinate, how dare he say that he is a relative and friend. The white-robed guest hurriedly retorted, and then said, "What's the matter, since you've listened to it, tell me what's right or wrong?" Chu Feng heard this person call himself "surnamed Feng", in this place south of the Yangtze River, his martial arts are good, and his appearance is so special, there is only one person who can be on the spot: a storm in Jiangnan. I just don't know who this one is who has passed away......

The old man also said the same, and asked Chu Feng to say right and wrong.

"There's something right and wrong. Chu Feng looked at the two of them left and right, "This person who buys things doesn't know the rules of delivery, you help the person who delivers things think he knows the rules, isn't it just a little bit of a thing?" Right now, I'm still thinking about how to send these incense and candles to the island, don't miss the last journey of your 'Venerable Master'." "The Venerable Master" Yunyun was Chu Feng's response to the evil sentence "just a subordinate".

These two people originally just wanted to fight for right and wrong, and their surnames were together, and they forgot about business. Now after listening to what Chu Feng said, especially the storm with a guilty face, he didn't speak, but just looked at the dark paper incense candle in the burden speechlessly and was a little worried. The old man is quite old, and it is not unreasonable, if he really wants to delay the funeral of others, even if he is right in this matter today, so what?

"In the leather bag on the horse, you can avoid water, and it is not a problem to save some incense candles. Chu Feng pointed to the black rose, and then said, "As for the dark paper, it's not troublesome, in the Chenguang of April and May, this benevolent brother will use his robe to make a burden, and he can make do with it." "That's great!" said the two in unison.

Feng Bo looked at the leather bag on Black Rose's body, and asked Chu Feng, "Are you willing to sell this leather bag to me?"

Chu Feng shook his head and said, "It's not to sell it to you, but to lend it to you." "Now that he has seen the identity of the evil of the storm, the matter of going to Hezhuang will of course fall on the evil of the storm.

"Aren't you afraid that I will borrow or not return?"

"Chu is with you, then you don't have to be afraid. ”

Although the appearance of the storm was not good, the surname was not bad, and he decided not to dispute any more, so he settled the money and let the old man leave. The old man thanked Chu Feng and left.

"You want to go to the island with me?" Feng Bo looked at Chu Feng and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Chu Feng said with a smile: "Obviously he is strong in martial arts, but he refuses to be bullying, which shows that the name of the three characters 'Nan Murong' is well deserved." "Actually, the turmoil in front of him deserves this praise, but Nan Murong may not.

The storm was also overjoyed when he heard it, and said: "That's the name of the son, and the surname Feng is gone." Thinking about it, he said a little embarrassedly, "You asked to see Gongye, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." ”

Before Chu Feng could speak, the storm said again: "Can your kung fu succeed?"

"What if it succeeds, what if it doesn't?" Chu Feng asked rhetorically.

"The prince has always loved talents, if your kung fu is still successful, the surname Feng will recommend one or two, and if you think about it, you will be reprimanded. If it doesn't work, then forget it. Storm Evil said very seriously. But Chu Feng didn't think he was talking about Murong Fu when he heard it......

"Whether it is successful or not, who has the final say?" Chu Feng was looking at the storm and evil.

Feng Bo suddenly became excited, and said, "Then naturally I asked about this knife." With a "choking" sound, he pulled out his knife. 1