Chapter 41: The Hundred Flowers Society

"Master Zhang, Master Li, you have to help me!" the young man hugged Zhang Feng's thigh and cried.

"Friend, please get up, if you are really persecuted, then we are naturally duty-bound!" Zhang Feng patted the young man on the shoulder and pulled him up from the ground with a smile. There was a thick musty smell on the young man's body, which made people smell and change color, but Zhang Feng didn't seem to smell it.

Li Hui nodded.

"That's right, my name is Wang Dashi, and one night half a month ago, a few people suddenly rushed into the house, holding swords in their hands. There were a few hands on the lower hands, barely escaping from them, and my wife she ...... She ...... "This man said this, and he couldn't stop crying.

"Mourning and change!" Zhang Feng sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's all my fault that I was greedy for life and afraid of death, abandoned my wife and ran away, I should stay and live and die with her!" Wang Dashi burst into tears.

"Morally, you should stay with your wife. But intellectually, you're doing the right thing. If you hadn't come to our Loyal Villa, then how would we know about their atrocities?

"However, speaking of which, I want to ask you, do you know who those people are?" Zhang Feng said.

"It's a gang of bandits in the east of Baiyun Town, Hunan. Wang Dashi gritted his teeth and said.

Zhang Feng nodded, and his eyes gestured to Li Hui.

"Brother Wang, our Zhongyi Villa has just been established, and the information is not yet perfect, so we can't listen to your words unilaterally. Well, tomorrow I'll send three of you back, and they'll go for information. If what you say is true, then they will take action to eliminate the harm of the people, otherwise you will not come next time. Li Hui said.

Every time the people of the villa do something, they must find out the facts, otherwise the villa will easily become a tool in the hands of others.

"I understand! What I say is the truth!" Wang Dashi said.

"Brother, you go down and take a hot shower first, and then have a good meal, and you can go out tomorrow. Zhang Feng said. Then a person walked in outside and led Wang Dashi away.

Li Hui took out a notebook from his arms and wrote on it.

"Business is good, this is the eighth today, if it goes on like this, although our villa can't be like a beggar's gang, it will also be pivotal in the martial arts. Li Hui smiled with satisfaction.

"It doesn't matter if it's important or not, as long as I can contribute to the rivers and lakes, I'm very happy. Zhang Feng said disappreciatively. As long as he is in charge, the villa will not be overlooked.

Li Hui smiled and said nothing, everyone will have some ambition in their hearts, although he also has a chivalrous heart in his heart, he is not exempt from vulgarity. It can be said that if it weren't for Zhang Feng, he wouldn't have such thoughts.

Zhang Feng naturally knew Li Hui's thoughts, and if he had no ambition, how could the villa make progress? Although he was very satisfied in his heart, he still said it very sanctimoniously.

"They come for help, and we have to do what we can, and if I lose any of my brothers, I am not very happy. Zhang Feng said.

"Don't worry, I'll tell them to do what they can, and if they know they're not good enough to deal with each other, then come back and find someone to help. Li Hui said with a smile.

Zhang Feng knew that it would not work with enthusiasm alone, so he also said that if he completed the task, he would be rewarded according to the situation. This reward is not necessarily, there is money, there are high-level fingers, martial arts cheats, or promotion.

The promotion here, that is, the villa divides the subordinates into ranks, first, second, and third...... One of them is the lowest, and the highest is not capped.

There are two ways to advance, one is to complete ten tasks to level up. The second is a breakthrough in martial arts, automatic upgrade. The higher the level, the more rewards you get, which is somewhat similar to the legendary killer organization.

What is not in the stream is the first grade, the third-rate martial artist is the second grade, the second-rate is the third grade, and the first-class is the fourth grade. In the villa, except for Zhang Feng, the person with the highest martial arts is only a third-rate person. And Zhang Feng's martial arts, the corresponding grade, that is, the fourth grade.

It can be said that the master who can handle it in the villa is only Zhang Feng.

Time passed day by day, and the watch of the villa in the past month still satisfied Zhang Feng. On this day, Zhang Feng, Yuan Ming, Lao Tie and others left the villa, while Li Hui stayed in the villa to coordinate the overall situation.

Luoyang held the Hundred Flowers Club, and many martial arts people will participate this time, so Zhang Feng naturally has no reason not to go.

"Owner, let Lao Tie take this wine!" Lao Tie's eyes lit up, and he salivated at the jar of unopened wine in Zhang Feng's arms.

This wine was given to him by an eighty-year-old woman in the village to do the task. This jar of wine is called Daughter Hong, which was buried by her father when she was just born. I wanted to take it out and drink it on the day she got married, but her husband died the day before she got married. Later, the old woman never married, and the wine remained.

The subordinate got the wine, returned to the villa, and gave him the wine in order to appease Zhang Feng.

The eighty-year-old daughter Red has always been remembered by the people who have good wine in the mountain villa. Zhang Feng is not good at drinking, and originally with his temper, he took out this wine to comfort the people in the villa, and he was not reluctant at all. But he thought that in the Hundred Flowers Meeting, Qiao Feng would also appear, and giving this wine to Qiao Feng, the drunkard, was far more real than giving it to the people in the mountain villa.

"Lao Tie, let you take this wine, I don't have a score in my heart!" Zhang Feng said with a smile. This old iron is a good wine, if he doesn't drink a few jars every day, he is uncomfortable, how can Zhang Feng rest assured that he will come to get it?

"Let me come!" said Yuan Ming with a smile.

Yuan Ming came to take it, and Zhang Feng was very relieved.

"Owner, why don't you give this wine to the people of our villa? "Lao Tie still loves the authentic way.

"To be honest, if it's normal times, and you want to drink, then I won't say a word. But this wine was specially given by me to Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang. As you know, I received the favor of Big Brother Qiao when I was a child, so I naturally want to repay him well. It is said in the rivers and lakes that Brother Qiao is so good at wine, and now that I have this jar of wine, is there any reason not to give it to him? And Brother Qiao is chivalrous, heroic and sassy, righteous and thin, such a hero, I Zhang Feng admires it very much in my heart, do you think I should give him this rare daughter? Would you like to drink with him?" Zhang Feng said.

"Yes! Joe, the leader of the gang, is the hero and hero whom I respect the most, and this wine is willing to be given to him and me. Lao Tie said loudly.

The others looked convinced and outward.

'There is a long way to go!' Looking at the eyes of others, Zhang Feng sighed in his heart.

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Luoyang is known as the imperial capital of the millennium. Located in the Central Plains, the mountains and rivers in the territory are vertical and horizontal, the west is adjacent to the Qinling Mountains, the east is adjacent to Songyue, the north is close to the Taihang Mountain, there is the danger of the Yellow River, and the south looks at the Funiu Mountain.

Zhang Feng has seen a lot of ancient cities, but none of them can be compared with Luoyang. The ancient city of Luoyang is magnificent, which is a kind of cultural precipitation. Fuxi, Nuwa, Emperor, Yao, Shun, Yu and other legendary gods are all related to the ancient city of Luoyang. Throughout the ages, many emperors have used it as their capital, adding mystery to Luoyang.

Luoyang's Hundred Flowers Festival not only has martial arts people to participate, but also some literati. These literati did not only come to enjoy the flowers, but also to enjoy the flowers, but also to the celebrities.

If the poems you recite can attract those celebrities, you can save decades of struggle. For this reason, each of them is well prepared and intends to make a splash in the venue.

The martial arts people with weapons in their hands, between walking, their steps are calm and masculine. And those literati who were weak, dressed in white, and had fans in their palms, looked at the martial arts people with disdain.

The Song Dynasty ruled the country with literature and was very conniving with the literati, so that those literati often looked down on the martial arts people.

Zhang Feng's eyes swept away, ignoring those itchy literati, and left on his own.

Luoyang is known as the peony flower capital, and this hundred flowers will naturally be dominated by peonies, but there are many different kinds of flowers.

When you come to the venue, you will see the colorful flower bones, and the peony buds are huge and the color is gorgeous. Zhang Feng is not an elegant person, and most of these flowers are unknown. The tip of his nose was surrounded by a rich fragrance that could not be dissolved, which made the depression in Zhang Feng's heart much easier.

In the East, there were many martial arts people, while in the West it was a gathering place for literati. Zhang Feng can also understand this, the martial arts people look down on those literati who are powerless, and the literati also look down on the rude martial arts, and the two sides look down on each other, so naturally they will not get together.

Although Zhang Feng looked like a gentleman, he was also a martial arts person in the end, so he led the crowd to the east.

Above the pavilion, there was a burly man, in his twenties, wearing an old gray cloth robe, which was a little tattered. Thick eyebrows and big eyes, high nose and wide mouth, a square face of Chinese characters, quite windy and frosty, when looking forward to it, it is very powerful. Zhang Feng knew at a glance that he was Qiao Feng. Compared with eleven years ago, this Qiao Feng is much more mature, especially with a majestic momentum.

Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to take the wine jar in Yuan Ming's hand, and strode forward. Not far from the left, there is a yellow peony, and there are more than a dozen beautiful women, slim and elegant.

One woman stands out in particular, and the other women set off her red flowers and green leaves like branches. This woman is about thirty-three or four, her face is not rouge, and her skin is white and tender. Timid, pretty, and small. But it seems that this woman has a cold frost all over her body, and she has an awe-inspiring and inviolable color, which makes people look at it and have a thought in their hearts...... Conquer her!

This woman is probably Kang Min's slut, Qiao Feng didn't look at her a few times, and was killed miserably. Zhang Feng said secretly in his heart. However, Zhang Feng looked at her like a pink skeleton at this time, and he couldn't arouse any interest in his heart. This is not because Kang Min is not beautiful enough, or because she is vicious, but Zhang Feng is not interested in women at all now.

Of course, the man Zhang Feng is also not interested, if you have to use a tree to describe Zhang Feng, it is the iron tree.

The iron tree also blooms, but I don't know when Zhang Feng's tree will bloom?

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