Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

Unknowingly, even Feng Wuhen was attracted.

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night.

Haoyue is in the sky.

The old storyteller, who finished his day's work, packed up his things, greeted the owner of the inn, left the inn tremblingly, and walked towards the depths of the street.

His wife at home should have prepared meals and waited for him to go back.

Today was not bad, he got a lot of rewards, and a long-lost smile appeared on the old man's face.

He has been doing this business for 20 years. Although he doesn't earn much, it is enough for the old couple to support their family.

After a long time, the old man finally walked into an alleyway with hesitant turns, and finally came to a dilapidated wooden door.

This is his home.

But just as the old man was about to open the door and enter, a voice stopped him.

The old man froze for a moment, turned around and saw a young man in black with a long sword on his back standing in front of him.

He didn't know when the young man appeared, there was no other person in the alley just now.

The person who appeared suddenly was Feng Wuhen.

"What do you want to do?!"

The old man took a step back nervously, and asked in a panic.

"Old man, don't be afraid, I have no malicious intentions."

Feng Wuhen said with a smile.

"What's your business?"

The old man looked at Feng Wuhen warily and asked.

"I want to sell you a story. I will tell it at the inn tomorrow. It is best for everyone in Yangcheng to know."

Feng Wuhen said slowly.

"I can't afford it, you are looking for the wrong person."

When the old man heard it, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

He regarded Feng Wuhen as a villain who took advantage of the fire, and who knew how much he would sell it for.

"No, you can afford it because you don't have to spend a penny."

While Feng Wuhen was talking, he took out a few ingots of broken silver from the purse at his waist, and threw it at the old man casually.

The old man froze for a moment, and hurriedly reached out to catch it.

"Are you selling me the story, or are you spending your own money?"

The old man looked at Feng Wuhen uncertainly, thinking he had met a fool.

The person who sells things sells things to others at his own expense?How can there be such a business in the world?

"Yes."

Feng Wuhen nodded affirmatively.

The old man began to look at Feng Wuhen again suspiciously, and then hesitantly put the money away.

"What story are you selling?"

The old man asked tentatively.

"It's very simple, you just say that Feng Wuhen has arrived in Yangcheng, and if you want to see Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang, you will be at the Dongpeng Inn."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

The person he was looking for on this trip was precisely Qiao Feng.

To be more precise, he should be looking for Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Feng Wuhen?!"

Hearing this, the old man opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief.

"what happened?"

Seeing the old man's reaction, Feng Wuhen was taken aback.

"Are you talking about the young hero Feng Wuhen? He conquered the six sects? He singled out Feng Wuhen from the Songshan School and the Sun Moon God Sect?! He came to Yangcheng?!"

The old man asked in surprise, his eyes sparkled.

After listening to the old man's words, Feng Wuhen couldn't help being a little surprised, he didn't expect all these things to spread so quickly.

Originally, he was only planning to use the influence of the Wudang incident to lure Qiao Feng to appear, but he did not expect that even the fact that he fought against the Songshan Sect and the Sun Moon God Sect had already spread, and he got the news from a storyteller .

But then he understood that although the old man was just an ordinary storyteller, he was not in the Jianghu, but he was familiar with the Jianghu, because they relied on this to make a living, and the spectators were very willing to listen to the affairs of the Jianghu.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Feng Wuhen smiled and asked slowly.

"No problem, no problem, then I can't take this money from you. This matter will definitely cause a sensation in the whole Yangcheng, and then I will naturally get a lot of rewards. The young master has done a great favor to the little old man, so I can't take your money .”

As the old man said, he returned the ingot of silver to Feng Wuhen, with an even bigger smile on his face.

Feng Wuhen was not polite either, he took the silver and thanked him, then turned and walked out of the alleyway.

"Great, now I can buy new clothes for the old lady after earning the reward."

While talking to himself, the old man pushed the door and walked towards the house, smiling from ear to ear.

But just after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked behind him.

"Could it be that you are young hero Feng Wuhen?!"

But looking around, there was no one in the alleyway.

Feng Wuhen has disappeared.

Chapter 14 Ghosts and Snakes

Dongpeng Inn.

night.

In a small room, a candle was burning.

Feng Wuhen sat alone at the table, staring at the half glass of wine on the table, in a daze.

This is already half of his glass of wine left, and the flagon is already empty.

He was reluctant to drink, so he could only watch silently, smelling the faint fragrance of wine wafting from the cup.

For a person who is addicted to alcohol, without alcohol, it is equivalent to being dead.

Originally, when he first came to this world, what he was most worried about was fighting in the rivers and lakes, but now it has become money.

It turns out that apart from not knowing martial arts and dying, you can't live without money.

A penny beats a hero, he now fully understands this sentence.

"Someone is looking for it!"

At this moment, an impatient voice came in from the door.

It was the voice of the waiter in the inn.

Without money, even Xiaoer looks down on you.

Outside the door, the shop waiter who knocked on the door lazily gave a hache, glanced at the two people standing beside him, turned and walked downstairs reluctantly.

"How dare you be rude to Feng Shaoxia?! Court death!"

But just when the waiter in the inn was going to go back to enjoy his dream, the young man next to him who asked him about the poor man in the house suddenly snarled and slapped the waiter in the inn on the back of the head!

The drowsy waiter in the inn suddenly felt a breath of death, and then a wind blew from the back of his head, and a huge force hit the back of his head!

He can't escape!

But at this moment, a burst of piercing sound suddenly came!

Immediately afterwards, a wine glass broke through the door and directly hit the wrist of the young man who attacked the waiter in the inn!

"hiss..."

There was a sound of gasping, and the young man withdrew his arm in pain, but the skin on his wrist was already torn, and there was still a faint smell of wine from the wound.

The whistling wine glass had already turned into powder the moment it hit the young man's wrist.

The waiter at the inn turned around in horror, looked at the young man bleeding from his wrist, and didn't know what happened.

"roll!"

The young man glared at Xiao Er and shouted sharply.

Xiao Er didn't dare to delay any longer, and ran away in a hurry.

The young man gritted his teeth, turned his head to face the door of the guest room, and saluted respectfully.

"Young Xia Feng, the first disciple of the Xingxiu Sect, Zhai Xingzi, is specially ordered by Master to invite Young Xia Feng to move to the head of the Xingxiu Sect. Master, the old man has important matters to discuss with Young Xia Feng."

While talking, the young man observed the guest room through the hole that the wine glass passed through just now.

"Then why doesn't he come by himself?"

Feng Wuhen's voice came from the guest room, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Zhai Xingzi's face darkened slightly, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Young Xia Feng, my teacher has other matters to deal with, and I can't leave for a while, so I specially ordered you to come here to invite me. Please forgive me, Young Xia Feng."

Zhai Xingzi hesitated for a moment, and said slowly, his attitude was not as respectful as it was at the beginning.

"A bunch of ghosts and snake spirits. I'm not interested. Even if your master comes, it's useless. Go back and tell him. Don't do anything that hurts the sky, so that the gods won't look down on you."

Feng Wuhen's disdainful voice came from the guest room again.

"What did you say?!"

"How dare you be rude to the old fairy! Are you impatient?!"

Before Cai Xingzi could speak, the fellow student standing beside him couldn't help but cursed.

Zhai Xingzi's face changed slightly, and it was too late to stop it.

The closed door suddenly opened at this moment, and a black figure appeared like lightning, and it was already outside the door in a blink of an eye!Immediately afterwards, he waved his palm!

"what!"

There was a scream, and the Xingxiu Sect disciple who spoke just now was knocked into the air by Feng Wuhen's palm, and fell heavily into the hall on the first floor.

In an instant, the seven orifices bleed to death!

Seeing this scene, Zhai Xingzi couldn't help turning pale.

too fast!

It was so close that he didn't even see how Feng Wuhen made the move!

"People are in the rivers and lakes, there are some things that should be said, and some things that should not be said."

Feng Wuhen stared into Zhai Xingzi's eyes, and said word by word.

"It was he himself who offended Young Xia Feng, and he deserves to die. Please forgive Young Xia Feng."

Zhai Xingzi suppressed the two emotions of dissatisfaction and fear in his heart, and said while cupping his fists.

"Since the words have been made clear, why don't you leave?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhai Xingzi, and said lightly, his voice was cold.

He didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in Tianbu Prefecture, the Xingxiu faction would come to his door.

It seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes in the Jianghu who had been secretly watching his every move.

"Farewell."

Zhai Xingzi cupped his hands, then turned and walked downstairs, walking a little faster.