[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

Feng Heng was facing the stairs at the moment. When he heard the sound of piercing the sky, he quickly looked up and saw an iron nail that was the length of his middle finger and slightly thinner than chopsticks, shooting towards him. The head was sharp and sharp, and it shot quickly, appearing to have malicious intentions.He clenched his palms into fists and was about to make a move, but he saw that Chief Hong was not slow. He turned his back to the direction where the iron nails were attacking, his face was still immersed in the delicious food, and he continued to say:

"The so-called "soup" is naturally noodle soup"

But he raised his chopsticks swishingly, clamped the iron nail firmly, and flicked his wrist again, sending the nail back the same way, before saying:

"However, the noodle soup is very particular, and most of them are carefully made from eel bones, pork shoulder blades, chicken, and sea antlers."

The iron nail returned the same way faster than when it came, and the person who fired the hidden weapon was covered in cold sweat. He quickly rolled up his sleeve and flicked it again and again, only to see the nail fly out obliquely, hit the rafter with a ding The whole stick was lost.

Feng Heng looked in the direction from which the iron nail came, and saw a group of people standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, tall, short, fat and thin, like four or five ducks traveling in groups.

The head man was about thirty years old, of medium build, with a smooth complexion, wearing a gown made of cotton wool, and dressed in a very unorthodox way.His black hair was combed smooth and smooth. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, with a wicked expression on his face, he pointed at Feng Heng and said:

"But it's you who spoiled my master's good deeds?"

Surrounded by four people behind him, dressed strangely, one of them, with small eyes and sharp mouth, leaned forward and said:

"The Venerable Master, that's him, the last time I worked with the master, it was him that I met."

The Master immediately looked over angrily, glared at Feng Heng and said:

"Today I will teach you well. There is a saying in Jianghu that you should mind your own business!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Hong Qi who hadn't moved a bit, and thought to himself, although the nail was meant to be a test just now, it was easily grabbed by this man with flower patches. This man must be difficult to deal with. Catching this white-faced boy and bringing him to his master is considered a meritorious service, but it can also appease the master's anger.This white-faced boy is easy to talk about, he doesn't look like he weighs a lot, but he is a person who sits on his back, so he must be difficult to deal with, so I hope he knows how to behave and meddle in other people's business.

After Feng Heng watched these people finish their performance in a hurry, they all stared at him, a little puzzled.

He turned his head to look at Hong Qi, and they looked at each other.It was Hong Qi who spoke first, and he was interrupted before he could finish expressing his praise for the silver noodles. With a regretful expression on his face, he picked up the tea on the table and took a sip slowly, as if to express his unfinished admiration. He drank it together with tea and tasted it, and then casually uttered a sentence:

"Several friends, don't you know your surnames?"

The Venerable Master saw Hong Qixian open his mouth, and felt troubled in his heart.However, he still mustered up his momentum and said to Hong Qi who had his back to them:

"Who are you? Don't want to meddle in your own business?"

Hearing what he said, Hong Qi turned around abruptly, without getting up, just sitting on the stool, the whole person turned half a circle in the opposite direction, and raised her head to face those people.

The Venerable Master was aware of Hong Qi's martial arts prowess at first, and thought he must be a senior expert, but when he turned his head and saw him, he was a young man who was not as old as him, so he immediately felt contemptuous, thinking that there were four people behind him, they The five of them didn't believe that they couldn't make up for these two stunned boys who hadn't even grown their hair yet.

The same stunned boy in patches stood up, clasped his fists slightly and said:

"I don't know why a few friends came here? We still need to explain our identities, so we can follow the rules of the rivers and lakes."

At this time, the Master didn't pay much attention to Hong Qi at all, and held his hands behind his back in arrogance. It was the small-eyed and sharp-mouthed person behind him who could see the color. Seeing the expression on the Master's face, he immediately praised :

"This is the master of Changbai Mountain, Master Shenxian Liang Ziweng"

Seeing that there was no response from Feng Heng, he pointed to the four people including himself and said triumphantly in order to increase his persuasion:

"And the four of us are the four ghosts of the Yellow River under the throne of the dragon king of the ghost gate!"

Feng Heng: ... What the hell?

The Master waved his hand and shouted:

"Stop talking nonsense with them, and capture that little boy alive"

Feng Heng: ...Could the boy be talking about me?

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to Feng Heng, and the diners around saw the dispute, and scattered like birds and beasts.

But before he could get close to Feng Heng, Hong Qi stepped forward and blocked his way.The master raised his hand and punched Hong Qi, aiming at Hong Qi's heart, but when he got close to him, he feinted very quickly, then rushed to hit Hong Qi's abdomen again.

Hong Qilue dodged to dodge his punch, then raised his leg and kicked the Master's stomach.

The master also hid back, but he was much more embarrassed than Hong Qi, the four ghosts saw that he was invincible, so they wanted to rush forward.

Feng Heng saw that Hong Qi's left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, and he drew a circle with his right palm. The blown saplings are vulnerable.

Seeing that Hong Qi took care of the five people one by one without any effort, Feng Heng let go of his clenched fists calmly, ignoring the crying and howling of the dead ghosts, thinking about the purpose of these people.

He thought of the small-eyed sharp-mouthed person who claimed to have seen him with his master, and suddenly recalled the boy he met at the corner of the street and his gloomy face, and finally understood the origin of this interlude.

On that side, Hong Qi stepped on the stacked people, frowned and shouted:

"Say, who ordered you to be unfavorable to Brother Feng?"

Those few people hummed and chirped without making a sound, Hong Qi was just about to get angry when he heard Feng Heng say from behind:

"Brother Seven, I probably know the ins and outs, let's send them away."

Hong Qi turned to look at Feng Heng, only to see Feng Heng's complexion eased, and he slightly curved his mouth and said with a smile:

"Your silver noodles have been waiting for you for a long time"

Hong Qi followed his line of sight, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Er huddled in the corner, with two steaming bowls of noodles on the tray, sprinkled with shredded pork, shredded cucumber and shrimp.

Hong Qi was shocked immediately, and lowered his head to the grinning people with bruised noses and swollen faces, and said:

"Go back and tell your masters that Mr. Feng is a guest of my beggar gang. If you want to harm him, you have to pass my Hong Qi first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked the unsightly pile towards the stairs.

The few people followed him down the stairs, Hong Qi didn't care about them, but strode towards the weak-legged waiter in the corner, took the tray from him, and served it with his standard running posture and speed. Face to face back to Feng Heng.

I saw him grinning and shouting:

"Brother Feng, hurry up, eat it while it's hot, I don't know if it will take a while, is this noodle melted, don't affect the taste..."

The attention of the two of them was attracted by this side, so they didn't see that Liang Ziweng climbed down the stairs for a moment, turned his head with a sullen face, and gave Feng Heng a vicious look.

After this fight, Gang Leader Hong's interest was not affected in the slightest. Feng Heng saw that he kept greeting Xiao Er, and Zhang Luo served food and poured wine. Appetite infection, also eat a lot.

It wasn't until Feng Heng had finished two cups of tea, and Hong Qi had eaten all the food on the table, that Feng Heng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, raised his head and drank a cup Tea, and then said with a slightly dignified expression:

"Brother Feng, these people are coming for you. I think they may be sent by the people from Jin Kingdom."

Feng Heng nodded slightly, nodded and said:

"I guess it's pretty close. I haven't offended anyone. Naturally, no one will come to me for revenge."

But Hong Qi frowned even tighter, and said with a little worry:

"But I don't know that someone in the Central Plains martial arts has become a lackey of the Jin Kingdom. Now it seems that the martial arts that can suppress Elder Jiang must be a master. I just don't know if Senior Lin can reach Lin'an safely."

With a face of concern for the country and the people, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said:

"No, this matter is of great importance, and I am afraid that something will happen. It is better for me to help Senior Lin."

Feng Heng didn't interrupt, just listened silently, at this time Hong Qi said to Feng Heng:

"Brother Feng, since the Jin people have recognized you, you should pay more attention. If I ask Master Xuanku to arrange for you to live in Guocheng Temple, there are many disciples of my beggar sect around you, so you can have someone to take care of you."

Feng Heng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and replied:

"Could it be possible that the golden man can still eat me? Besides, even if I meet them, I may not be at a disadvantage. Seventh brother don't have to worry about it."

After he finished speaking, he blinked his eyes lightly, and looked at Hong Qi narrowly. The two looked at each other, and both laughed. Although the meal was full of ups and downs, it was still a good time for the host and guest.

At this time, Feng Heng was standing behind the waiter of the restaurant. He was wiping the table with his back on his back at the moment. He saw him tidy up and went downstairs, all the way to the counter, stretched his head and whispered to the shopkeeper inside the counter:

"This son, his surname is Feng"

The shopkeeper nodded slightly after hearing this, and the two quickly dispersed, each busy with their own business...

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