C5 Mysterious Woman

Wang Zhenqing and Li Zhuangxian were surprised to hear from Dongfang Zhong that he might know the woman below. Li Zhuangxian asked in confusion, "Isn't Brother Dongfang from Huai Nan? How did you know Han Yancui? "

"Han Yancui …" Is her surname Han? " Zhong Yue looked down at the window again. The ferry that was returning to Phoenix Restaurant had already slowed down to a halt at this moment. Flowers were flying in an endless stream towards the bow of the ship. Han Yancui raised her head to thank him. Her gaze met his. The more she looked at him, the more they resembled each other …

His parents had been taken away six years ago, and he had walked more than a hundred miles in the east to recover the capital from the Poplar Castle. His shoes were tattered and his clothes were tattered, and he looked like a beggar. He was hungry but penniless, a scholar who loved face and refused to beg, and just as he was on the verge of starvation, he ran into Qi Chuyan.

Qi Chuyan was the daughter of Qi Tai, the former head of the imperial army. Her whole family was killed because she was young and sent to the Fu Temple. It was she who had stolen food from the teaching establishment and fed it to the East Central Healing Team that he had survived. At that time, Dongfang Zhongyu had vowed to rescue her from the Orthodox Academy, not only to repay her kindness, but also because of the engagement they had already made. But one day, Qi Chuyan suddenly disappeared …

"Han Yancui looked at him for a moment before lowering her head. The cruise liner then began to move." and so on... "Flower...!" Li Zhuangxian finally snapped out of his daze, grabbed the flowers and threw them down. It was a pity that the boat had already moved, and all thirty flowers had landed on the sand tent.

Seeing Dongfang Zhongyu's expression, Wang Zhenqing knew he wasn't lying, so he said, "Han Yancui is just her stage name, her surname seems to be Qi." "Is that so?" Dongfang Zhongyue grabbed his hand in surprise and asked urgently: "What is her name?" "I don't know his name …"

The more he gazed at the slowly drifting pleasure boat in the east, the more agitated he became when Han Yancui, who was on board, seemed to turn her head to look at him from time to time. However … Dongfang Zhongyu asked Baili Qingcang, but he said that Qi Chuyan wasn't in the capital! Then was this Han Yancui really her …?

In the following period of time, Dongfang Zong became more and more absent-minded. It was as if he didn't hear Li Zhuangxian's teasing. Even Han Yancui who had won the title of Courtesan Belle didn't attract his attention. By the time the Flower Gathering ended, it was already late at night. The Wang brothers returned home, while the Dongfang Zhongyue went back to the God Base Workshop on his own.

The people at the party had all left. He was the only one walking along the empty street, accompanied by the intermittent sounds of the wind. Not far from Shen Ji Workshop, a strong wind suddenly blew from behind.

From the east, Zhong Yue could hear that something was wrong, and he immediately bent down in alarm. A black shadow passed by above his head, landing about two meters in front of the horse. Dongfang Zhongyue quickly swept his eyes behind him before he looked forward. The man was dressed in black short clothes, and his head was wrapped in a black veil. Even his face was covered to the point that only his eyes could be seen.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Dongfang Zhongyu calculated in his heart. It was most likely Wang Tianwei and Yang Zhongkun who had come to seek revenge! The black clothed man did not say a word. He suddenly crooked his fingers at him and spread out his fists.

"Hey, want to fight?" Dongfang Zhongyu sneered: "Who are you? Why fight? " The man in black remained silent, waving his hand to get him to dismount. Dongfang Zhongyue shook his head. "It's too late. I just want to sleep." As he spoke, the stallion turned to his side.

The man in black shifted a few steps, still blocking the horse. Dongfang Zhongyue said: "If you don't tell me who you are and why you're fighting, then I won't fight with you." The black-clothed man let out a soft 'heh'. He didn't even try to step back before he suddenly pounced towards the east like a great black feathered roc in the night sky.

Dongfang Zhongyue saw that Qing Gong was too light and did not dare to slight him, and he raised both of his palms. The man in black arrived in the blink of an eye. His body suddenly moved upwards and kicked his face. Dongfang Zhongyu didn't expect the opponent to be so skilled in Qing Gong, he didn't even have the strength to lift him up in the air, and quickly used his palm to block.

The man in black didn't wait for his front leg and hind leg to kick his ear. Dongfang Zhongyue couldn't help but scream out in alarm, and he quickly bent his elbow to block the attack. With a "bang", Dongfang Zhongyue swayed twice before he was able to stabilize his body. He felt his left arm become numb and swollen. The man in black landed back in front of the horse after one hit and stared at him for a long time before he extended his little finger.

"Bastard!" The more angry Dongfang Zhong became, the more he got. He floated down from the horse and hooked his fingers at the man in black, "Again!" The man in black did not reply. His figure flashed forward, his left fist striking out!

Just as Dongfang Zhongyue was about to parry, he felt that something was wrong. He dodged to the right and saw that the opponent's right punch had missed. The man in black moved very quickly, his fists swept across the air, and he took advantage of Dongfang Zhongyue's retreat to double tap on his chest.

Being attacked in the blink of an eye for three moves, Dongfang Zhongyue didn't even have the chance to make a move. Seeing that his opponent was about to kick him again, he decided to just go for it. As soon as his legs touched his chest, he took a step back, but Dongfang Zhong didn't give him any more opportunity to attack. His toes slightly touched the ground, and he threw out a full force palm attack towards his chest.

The black-clothed man's figure was not stable, unable to dodge. He could only use his fist to block. The full strength of Dongfang Zhongyu's palm forced him to take two steps back. "Eat my palm again!" The Dongfang Zhongyu caught up and struck out with his palm. The black clothed man avoided his attack and hurriedly retreated …

"After four moves from Dongfang Zhongyue, his opponent was also forced to retreat and had no way of retaliating." "Stop!" The man in black spoke for the first time. Dongfang Zhongyue took a step back and asked with a sneer: "What, you don't dare to fight anymore?" The black clothed person snorted and said, "This place is inconvenient. Do you dare to fight outside the city with me? If I don't come, you'll be scared! " Her voice was crisp and clear, almost like a woman's. With that, he turned around and ran towards the south.

"Let me see who you are today." The more Central East thought about it, the more he wanted to give chase. The capital was heavily guarded. The three guards of the capital city's twenty-six guards, Beiping Yan Emperor and the commander of the army, Si Qiwei, were in charge of patrolling the city day and night.

The black-clothed man specifically chose a quiet street to walk on. Upon hearing the sounds of the horse hooves, he crossed the room and occasionally turned his head back, as if he was afraid that the Dongfang Imperial Clan wouldn't be able to keep up. The Dongfang Imperial Family's Qing Gong was not weak either, and their long journey was even more powerful. In the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at the foot of the city wall.

The man in black didn't stop and easily climbed up the wall. How could Dongfang Zhong be willing to show weakness? He also followed and climbed up the city wall. The eyes of the city guards blurred, and just as they were about to ask, "Who is it?" The two of them had already rolled out of the city.

The man in black passed through a forest and stopped in an open field. Dongfang Zhong was the first to arrive and asked: "Who are you? "Why are you fighting me?" You can talk about it after you win! " The man in black took the initiative to attack, and the two of them started to fight.

Both of them fought at a fast pace. You fought at a fast pace, while I fought at a faster pace than you. That black-clothed man's martial arts was truly amazing. His fists were constantly changing, and just his claw techniques were able to split into dragon claws, tiger claws, and falcon claws. Each move could be changed with just a few moves. In terms of martial arts style, it was an appalling loss. This was because he only knew a single set of the Great Heavenly Dipper Palms, repeating the same 18 moves over and over again. But just these eighteen moves were enough to withstand thousands of the opponent's moves and tens of thousands of moves.

The two of them had fought back and forth for around a hundred and eighty rounds. From beginning to end, Zhong Yue had the upper hand, but every time he was about to win, the man in black would use an ingenious move to reverse the situation. The more the man in black fought, the angrier he got. He suddenly said, "You don't know any other martial arts. Don't tell me you know this set of palm techniques?"

Dongfang Zhongyue felt awkward, he said: "This set of palm techniques is more than enough to beat you!" Suddenly, he remembered that six years ago, there was an old beggar surnamed Wu who had once taught him a few palm techniques. Immediately, he swept out his right palm horizontally, then shot out with both palms side by side at his right rib.

The black clothed man saw that Han Li did not dare to defend himself with his palms, so he floated back more than two meters and shouted, "Stop!" "What's the matter again?" Dongfang Zhongyue asked: "Didn't you say I had too few palm techniques? How come you don't dare to fight me again when I release my new move? "

"Who doesn't dare to fight anymore?" The black-clothed man forgot to use his coarse voice, clearly revealing the voice of a woman. "Are you a woman?" Inwardly, he felt ashamed that he was unable to defeat a woman.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The black-clothed man forced a rough voice and asked: "Are you Shi Xingjian's disciple or grandstudent?" The more surprised Dongfang Zhong became, "Who …" Shi Xingjian? "Why does that sound so familiar?" The other person asked, "Who taught you that palm technique?"

"You …" Dongfang Zhongyue suddenly changed his words: "Tell me who you are first, then I'll tell you." I'm asking you! " The black clothed man's tone was very tough. Dongfang Zhong laughed, "You want me to ask, so you have to answer? What law was it in the Ming Dynasty? "

"Humph!" Even if you didn't say, I know that there are only two people in this world who can use this set of roaming palm of the Beggar's Gang. Do I really need to know? " The black clothed person replied, "I know that you won't be able to defeat me, so I won't waste my strength on you!" As he spoke, he turned around and ran away.

"She really did make a mistake …" No, she really did know. The other one is surnamed Shi …? " Dongfang Zhongyu suddenly remembered that the second ranked Martial Arts Ranking of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist was Shi Xingjian! He remembered that he was the gang leader of the Beggar Gang, "Eh? "Who is this woman who fought with me for no reason at all?"

Dongfang Zhongyu wanted to catch up to her, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to find her even after chasing her into the city. It was likely that he had conserved his strength while he was away, so he could only return to the Shen Ji Workshop.

The next day was the fifteenth of the third month, the day of the opening of the Shen Ji Workshop to inquire about the matter. Dongfang Zhongyue only slept for four hours before he got up to wash up and eat. When he opened the door, he saw more than thirty people already lined up outside, and the one in front of them was Wang Zhenliang, who was dressed in casual clothes.

Wang Zhenliang smiled as he bowed and said, "Congratulations, Young Master Dongfang." Dongfang Zhongzhong was puzzled and asked politely: "What do you mean by that, Sir Wang? "I don't understand." "Take a look." Wang Zhenliang turned around and pointed at the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. From the east, Zhong Yue looked over, and saw that his name was actually ranked seventh on the Martial Arts Ranking s list.

"So Young Master Dongfang is a hidden martial arts expert. Isn't this worthy of congratulation?" The middle-aged man in the east was surprised by the extraordinary methods of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. He shook his head and invited him in. Wang Zhenliang was accompanied by two attendants, who were carrying a large gift box. Dongfang Zhongyue said lightly: "Master Wang is too polite, every time Shen Ji Workshop asked for 500 taels of silver, they would not charge anything else."

"It's just a small gift. Giving it to Mr. Baili as a greeting gift." Wang Zhenliang was neither impatient nor impatient, "Young Master Dongfang, can I see Mr. Baili?" "No way!" Without waiting for Dongfang Zhongyue to open his mouth, Baili Qingcang, who was sitting behind a bead curtain on the east side, answered first, "I'm very busy. If you have any business, then please leave."

"Mr. Baili," Wang Zhenliang cupped his fists towards the pearl curtain and said, "It's not that I want to meet Mister, it's that …" Wang Zhenliang suddenly lowered his voice. "It was Second Prince Han King who wanted to see you. Aren't you going to give him face?"