Iceberg beauty lifts her head

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Although I have known for a long time that this person likes to laugh and talk dirty, today I have seen his new height.

The expression on Yao Qiyun's face changed again and again, he lowered his eyes to stare at the cup of wine, and kept silent.

He hadn't touched a single drop of wine, but Feng Chengyu had already picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank it down in one gulp.

Putting down the wine, his eyes fell on the still wine cup, and he said in a half-joking tone: "Brother Yao is too disrespectful, since he saw me tonight, he hasn't said a single word, and the wine has to be excused. It would make me sad."

Yao Qiyun's thin lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.Holding the wine cup in both hands, but did not lift it up, hesitated for a moment but did not move.

Feng Chengyu saw it in his eyes, resting his chin with one hand, and there was an inexplicable smile on his lips, revealing three points of regret and seven points of cunning:

"I heard that Yao Sect's discipline is strict before they leave the mountain. I'm afraid Brother Yao has never drunk alcohol. If you can't drink alcohol, don't force it. You don't need to drink."

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing out loud, but quickly covered his mouth with his fist: "It's just... a man like Brother Yao who doesn't drink alcohol and doesn't like women's sex is really rare."

Hearing the snicker in private, Yao Qiyun frowned, suddenly clenched the cup tightly in his hand, and drank the wine in the cup boldly.

12. Chapter 12

Feng Chengyu blinked, remained silent for a few seconds, shook the empty cup and praised: "It was just my poor eyesight, so it turns out that brother Yao is also fond of drinking!"

The cold Xianshan snowflakes filled the throat, as if a cluster of ice crystal snowflakes fell into the stomach.

At that moment, the clear dew, red plums, ice springs, cold snow and all the cold air in winter seemed to blend into this faint pool, which soaked into the bone marrow with the blood, and with the growing drunkenness, it was in people's eyes. A light tap on the tense nerves.

Yao Qiyun's brain sank, and he couldn't help but put down the wine cup heavily, raised his sleeves and supported his forehead with his hands, his face showed a slight drunkenness, and he only tried to lift his eyelids to keep himself clear.

The taste of wine is indeed strong and delicious, but it doesn't feel good after drinking.

It seems that what Master said is right, alcohol is not a good thing.

Feng Chengyu raised the pot and rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to add more wine to him, but he gently pushed him away, so he didn't say anything aggressive, just filled a cup by himself, raised his cup and shook it to him: "Snowflake Baijiu is strong and has a serious hangover. It's better for me to drink it instead, so as not to delay Brother Yao's business."

After speaking, he filled another cup and drank a big mouthful.Not long after, a jar of wine, under Yao Qiyun's watchful eyes, has been drunk cleanly.

There was no drunkenness on his face, but a ray of sadness gradually surfaced between his brows.

Yao Qiyun raised her thin lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, after a moment of silence, she finally spoke slowly: "Your neighbor, the Dong family, used to be famous in Xiancheng."

A few simple words revealed a cruel fact, the Honglei boxing technique, which was once famous in the Jianghu, disappeared due to a headless tragedy.

Even Feng Chengyu, a dandy like Feng Chengyu, couldn't help sighing.

"Looking for the late Senior Dong...I invited him to drink fine wine in the twelfth lunar month of last year."

The tone became heavy, and the sapphire cup in the hand was slowly turning, as if people were engrossed in the old things they had been together.

Seeing that he has a long relationship with the Dong family, Yao Qiyun raised his eyes and looked at him: "Who is the butcher...?"

Hearing his question, the corners of Feng Chengyu's lips slightly curled up, but the smile was clear and did not reach deep into the eyes.

The experience of deja vu, along with the unraveling of the past, awakened the pain buried deep in his heart.

"I heard that 20 years ago, Senior Dong made friends with a senior from the Yao sect who came out of the mountains. They once traveled to the Central Plains together, punishing the heinous people in the rivers and lakes..."

After a pause, he let out his breath slowly: "I think it was because I was hated by those people later that I was slaughtered by the whole family."

"It's a villain..."

Yao Qiyun murmured and repeated, and his face became a bit dignified.

The memory surged and rewound, and a person's name flashed in his mind.

"The leader of the wicked, the man with a thousand faces..." Feng Chengyu revealed the man's name.

Still playing with the cup, when he raised his eyes, there was a rare depth and sharpness in his warm eyebrows: "Thousand-faced man has been killed by brother Yao, but since the past few years, he has gathered a lot of wicked people , and secretly organized a newly rising Shifang Gang north of Xiancheng in the Central Plains.

"And the recent plan to kill Dong's family is to avenge the revenge formed many years ago, and to get rid of the threat brought by Honglei boxing."

Dong Yizhi used to be the world's number one martial arts prodigy, he mastered the essence of various schools of martial arts as early as he was young, and he formed his own school before he was able to stand up. His seniority in the Central Plains martial arts, few people can match him.

This friend in my impression has an iron-clad arrogance, and he is full of heroic righteousness.

What he is most proud of is the Honglei Fist that he created with his own hands. Its punch is so strong that it can hurt people even in the air.

Every time the road encounters an unfavorable situation, every iron arm and steel fist he swings can always be invisible.

As a wicked person is trampled under his feet, and justice is declared, he will lift up the wine jar and drink to the sky, laughing resonantly in the wind, filling his chest with arrogance and grand ambition.

It's a pity that heaven is jealous of talents, such a hero is doomed to an unhappy fate.

The increasingly powerful Shifang Gang permanently removed the Dong family from the list of able men and warriors in just half a month.

"With such a neat method, he can kill Senior Dong's family and seal the government with a blood letter. The strength of these people should not be underestimated."

The dead are gone, but the enemy is still alive, how can it make people feel at ease?

"And they regard Zhongliang as their old enemy. If Brother Yao insists on investigating this matter, he will definitely be persecuted by them..."

His voice seemed to be soaked in the aroma of wine, mellow and clear, overflowing with concern, but with a trace of indiscernible playfulness.Just in time, the night wind blows through the corridor and blows through the window, instantly bringing a bit of coolness.

The oil candle flickered in front of his eyes, illuminating everything that was both true and false.

The empty cup held in his hand swayed slowly, with an extremely natural posture, without any hint of drunkenness.

But he heard a chuckle from him, which suddenly echoed in the quiet and dull inner hall: "Actually, being wise and protecting one's life is the way of life in the world. I think Brother Yao might as well give up the investigation and don't wade into this muddy water." Already!"

The invisible treacherous atmosphere is gradually heating up, Yao Qiyun raised his eyebrows slightly, he was ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain to eradicate evil, and there is absolutely no reason to escape easily.

"Although the Yao family and the Dong family are old friends, it is nothing more than a matter between the ancestors, and you and the Dong family have never met, why bother to ruin your life in vain because of the bloody case?"

"I don't die so easily..."

Putting down the cup, Feng Chengyu still had a half-smile: "But they can even kill Senior Dong... With all due respect, even if Brother Ruyao is superb in martial arts, the chances of winning are not great."

Yao Qiyun hung his hands by his side.In the calm amber eyes, there was a determination that did not match his age, and he was staring at Feng Chengyu steadfastly.

Around his waist was a bronze token.

In the light wind, the navy blue tassels fell to the bottom, and there was a bit of uprightness in the coldness.

Feng Chengyu sighed quietly, and slowly suppressed the deep smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

After a while, he weakly raised his hand to end the meaningless confrontation between the two: "The whereabouts of the people of the Shifang Gang are erratic, most of them hide in the downtown areas of the Central Plains, and most of them are unknown. No one can determine their specific whereabouts." ..."

I haven't seen him speak yet, so after thinking about it, I asked again: "Did you find any useful clues at the Dong family's former site?"

Yao Qiyun shook his head at first, but then paused, telling him that it was okay: "There are only traces of the broken soul whip."

"Soul Breaking Whip?"

"Ah."

Feng Chengyu blinked, and it was really one of the top ten famous utensils that were paid tribute from outside the border, the soul-breaking whip.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "As far as I know, the current owner of the Soul-breaking Whip is Feng Tuojiu."

"It turns out...it's him." Yao Qiyun pondered for a while, hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Do you know him?"

"I can't talk about knowing him, I just heard about this person in the rumors of unofficial history."

It's no wonder that he has a slightly surprised expression. This killer was exiled outside Xinjiang ten years ago, and few people know about it: "Back then, Feng Tuojiu was a wanted criminal with a lot of money. After three years of tracking down the escape technique, he failed to arrest him, and instead made him steal the soul-breaking whip hidden in the palace."

Yao Qiyun had a thought, Feng Tuojiu was indeed a member of the villain list, but he didn't know that the soul-breaking whip became his weapon, so he felt clueless before.

It seems that this person knows more than he imagined: "Who else is under his command?"

"As for this..."

With a slight sigh, Feng Chengyu leaned lightly on the edge of the big chair, his knuckles tapped on the armrest intentionally or unintentionally, and his brows were full of meticulous measurements: "I don't know too well."

"Uh..." Yao Qiyun's face turned pale, and he didn't answer his words.

However, Feng Chengyu changed the tone of the conversation, smiled lightly, and instantly swept away the dull atmosphere between the two of them: "Although I have little talent and learning, there are many young friends in Xiancheng. I will order someone to give them Give some money and inquire with them, maybe you can help Brother Yao find out the whereabouts of these people."

Just as he was saying this, it happened that a servant came in with new wine at this time, Feng Chengyu immediately stopped him, explained what he had just said, and took out a bunch of loose gold from his bottom sleeve.

After the servant poured the wine and ordered to leave, Yao Qiyun was a little puzzled: "Why did you help me?"

Especially in times like this when everyone is in danger.

The newly poured cup was shaken gently, and the golden clear wine was like flowing sand crystals, rich and pure.

Feng Chengyu drank it all in one gulp.

There was a smile on his lips: "It's an honor to be able to help Brother Yao. Senior Dong has been honored all his life."