martial arts mythology system

Chapter 202 Snakes Have Ways of Snakes
The clouds and dust are covered by clouds all the year round, and the white fog hanging down from Baishou Peak is like a quilt covering the lonely city.

People in Yunchendu go to and from the market to play and do business, there is a kind of leisure like taking a walk.

Because of the isolated location and the gathering of famous families, this place is not affected by the war between the good and the evil in the country, so it has been peaceful for many years.

"Brother, may I know where Yundixiang is?"

Han Feng came to the east of the city and asked a round-faced man who sold candied haws.

The round-faced man seemed taken aback by Han Feng's sudden question, and looked at Han Feng suspiciously: "Yundixiang? That's not a good place, what are you doing there?"

"Hey, what else can there be, feud in the rivers and lakes, buying and selling information."

Han Feng said and patted the shoulder of the round-faced man.

The round-faced man didn't expect Han Feng to be so frank, and was taken aback by what he said...

"What... what? A vendetta?"

"Yes, to tell you frankly, I am a perverted killer, don't tell others~"

Han Feng covered his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending to have a sinister and treacherous expression on purpose to scare people.

The round-faced man was so frightened that his legs couldn't stand up, and he answered in a trembling voice:
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"Go...go forward...turn right at the second intersection and go straight, you will see a Town God's Temple..."

"Okay ~ thank you."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he took a bunch of candied haws from the straw shelf in the hands of the round-faced man, handed him a piece of silver, and turned to leave.

The round-faced man looked at the broken silver in his hand and was still in a daze.

After passing this street and turning right, Han Feng felt that the surrounding area was dark.

Yunchendu has poor lighting due to the perennial fog. The buildings and walls on both sides are very high, which makes the lighting even worse.

As an ancient historical capital, Yunchendu is full of old buildings that have experienced wind and rain erosion, making it even more dark and gloomy in the bright and dark light.

When Han Feng walked into this cloud low alley, he felt that the atmosphere nearby was very strange. The pedestrians coming and going had gloomy expressions, peeping at him.

Why does this place feel like a stronghold of thugs...

Han Feng still didn't wear the white robe holding the sword today, and he looked like a fat sheep in a black feather woven cloak.

A man in a rag jacket bumped into Han Feng with his body down and his head down.

The guy had long, dirt-colored hair, clumps stuck together, and he was clearly a slovenly man.

As if he didn't look at the road, the man bumped towards Han Feng in a daze, with a hand under his jacket reaching into Han Feng's arms.

Han Feng didn't intend to get used to this guy, and his body's true energy shook slightly, and the invisible qi knocked the man to the ground.

Even though Han Feng had tried his best to suppress his aura, the domineering "Zhouliu Liuxu Gong" internal force still shook this man until his joints crackled, his eyes and nose were full of blood...

Han Feng walked forward regardless, his boots stepped on the palm of the man who was lying on his back, looking fierce and domineering.

Looking around, the passers-by who had been peeping just now avoided Han Feng's eyes.

Seeing this, a [-]-year-old boy on the side of the road quickly ran to the back of the Town God's Temple on the other side of the street.

Han Feng didn't care, he still walked slowly towards the Town God's Temple in front of him.

Whether it is a strong man walking, a gangster with a dagger, or a woman with heavy makeup, they all know that Han Feng is a stubborn stubble that is not easy to provoke, so they didn't come to provoke him, and let Han Feng walk to the front of the Town God's Temple.

Now in front of the temple, Han Feng looked inside. In the dim light, an oil lamp could vaguely illuminate the clay sculptures of the City God and the ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

An old Miao Zhu in a red robe was sitting at the gate of Chenghuang Temple, smoking a hookah with a pipe.

Looking at the luxuriously dressed Han Feng standing in front of the temple, Lao Miaozhu was smoking and waving.

Han Feng nodded with a smile, and walked around the Town God's Temple to the back street.

The further you go, the older the nearby buildings become.

Half of the walls collapsed, statues of saints eroded by wind and rain, and moss-covered stairs, everything is like a microcosm of a thousand years of history, presented in front of people.

Han Feng stepped into it, as if he had broken into a certain scroll and looked at it.

A tall academy-like building stands in the distance, blocking a lot of sunlight, making this back street look even darker, as if hidden in the cracks of history, unknown.

In order to avoid being misunderstood as hostile, Han Feng did not bring the Jinghai knife. In this back alley, he could faintly feel several auras that were still above him.

This should be the way of the snake that Liu Minghua mentioned, but I came here...but everyone came to take care of me...how is this going to be fixed?
Do you shout directly with your voice?
There are much fewer pedestrians here than in Yundi Alley. Occasionally, three or two men and women pass by, as if they didn't see Han Feng.

Han Feng walked slowly into the deep alley, and a faint mist began to fill the street.

It's not very thick, just like wisps of smoke surrounded by mountain villages, making people feel hazy.

There was the sound of iron striking in the distance, crisp and steady... One sound after another.

Then there was the sound of feet stepping on the spinning machine, and the sound of wooden structures rubbing against each other was unique.

Followed by a string of wind chimes, like a dream, arousing people's daydream.

Han Feng walked along it, getting farther and farther, but the road seemed to have no end.

As expected, it should be blessed by martial arts.

"Han Zhijian, who is famous all over the world, came to this small place of ours in person. I don't know why he did it? Could it be that the Xuanjian Division can't tolerate our filthy place?"

An old voice came from the depths of the mist, and he coughed a few times after saying a few words, but the martial arts internal force hidden in it was definitely at a very good level in the third rank.

Han Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, as long as he can communicate, what he is afraid of is not being able to communicate.

And it's normal for the other party to be able to recognize him. After all, it's an organization that buys and sells information. If the new head of the Xuanjian Division can't recognize him, this snake way can also change jobs collectively.

"There is always a reason for everything. If you can't tolerate this place, you don't know that I came here alone... I will cut to the chase. I want to buy information about the Feng family, the Xiao family, and Man Tianxia. Does my official status discriminate against me?"

Han Feng spread his hands and said.

The voice in the fog is coughing softly:

"Snakes have their way of snakes, rats have their way of rats... Everyone does it their own way. If someone pays, we sell information. How can we care about Han Zhijian's identity? I thought of it, for people in the court like Han Zhijian to buy information. , we are greatly encouraged~ It's just that... the three companies that Han Zhijian wants to buy are all powerful forces inside and outside Yunchen~"

Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Could it be that Snake Dao is afraid of these three families?"

There was a pause in the fog:
"No, you have to pay more."

(End of this chapter)