This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

There were two Jinyiwei Qianhu who came to Wudang Mountain. The reason why Zeng Hong was the only one who came to negotiate with Miao Yunyong was because Yan Feng had done something else.

The Wudang Sect has gone through many catastrophes, and two of the original Wudang Seven Sons have been lost. Now there are still "Yujing" Miao Yunyong, "Changqing" Song Yangui, "Qinghua" Feng Ziye, "Xuantan" Si Luochao, and Forget the dust.

Among them, Feng Ziye was seriously injured by Tianfeng at the Beggar Clan's demon-killing conference. Although he woke up long ago, his skill has been greatly reduced, and his body has been left with permanent internal injuries. There is basically nothing he can do in the next life. Continue to walk the world.

Although Wangchen has been able to survive well, his disciple Qingping suffered a lot of torture when he was kidnapped by the Xuantian Sect, which left a lot of hidden wounds at such a young age.

Because the Gongsun family disappeared after a fire, it was not easy to find someone with good medical skills to take action. In order to cure Qingping, Wangchen was now taking him around the world to seek medical treatment.

Coupled with the sudden death of the previous leader and the great elder, the current Wudang Sect cannot withstand any storm at all. Once their weakness is discovered, it is difficult to say whether anyone will take the risk and plan to use the Wudang brand to become famous.

In fact, apart from the leader, there are very few people in the Wudang Sect who can show their strength. How to spend this difficult period is what Song Yangui is most worried about at the moment.

Although the leader of Wudang is senior brother Miao Yunyong, the second senior brother Song Yangui is the de facto leader of Wudang. After all, his wisdom and vision are the first among the seven brothers.

And just when Song Yangui was picking up the lamp to deal with Wudang's affairs, suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out the lights in his room.

Song Yangui's eyes were solemn, and he instantly pulled out the sword that was always attached to his body. His whole body was like a spear, and accompanied by a bright sword, he broke out of the window, and the sword edge caught the sneaky man in just an instant.

"stop!"

Song Yangui held his sword in front of him, but when he saw the man's appearance clearly, his breathing suddenly stopped.

"Jinyiwei?" Song Yangui was shocked. He looked at the silver-robed Qianhu in front of him, cautiously took back his sword, and said coldly: "It turns out to be Yan Qianhu. I wonder what you are doing here late at night?"

Yan Feng patted the dust on his shoulders and said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that Taoist Chang Qing's hospitality is refreshing. After seeing him today, it seems that this rumor is untrue."

Song Yangui said unceremoniously: "Your Excellency came here late at night and acted like a gentleman. I'm afraid there is no one in the world who can treat guests well enough to treat such things equally."

"The Taoist priest is so sharp-tongued."

Yan Feng said lukewarmly: "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts. I wonder if, sir, you can disregard the past and serve me a cup of tea?"

Song Yangui couldn't guess Yan Feng's intention, but after a brief silence, he put away his sword and said, "Please wait a moment, sir."

After saying that, Song Yangui walked past Yan Feng and left the small courtyard to prepare tea. After a while, he turned back and had no intention of letting the other person enter the room, so the two of them talked under the cold moon.

"Your Majesty, please." Song Yangui handed over the tea, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and his attitude seemed gentle, but in fact there was no sign of concession in his eyes.

"Good tea."

Yan Feng tasted the tea and praised: "As expected of a pillar of Taoism, the tea from the Wudang Sect is far better than the tea served in my Jinyiwei."

"Your Excellency, you are so complimentary," Song Yangui said calmly, "I wonder if your Excellency is here late at night, what advice do you have?"

"I don't dare to talk about it, but I just want to ask the director a few words." Yan Feng flicked his finger, and the teacup drew a straight line in the air and fell back into Song Yangui's hand.

"Sir, please speak." Song Yangui narrowed his eyes slightly and kept his tone unchanged.

"Someone died in the capital," Yan Feng said, and then he chuckled: "Of course, it's not unusual for people to die. What's strange is that the person who died was the head of the Chen family in Yunzhong. What's even more strange is that the person who died with him was There are traces of Wudang swordsmanship on the bodies of the two guards." Song Yangui's eyes darkened, and he said calmly: "Wudang Mountain has been closed for some time, and no one is walking outside except my junior brother Wangchen. And Junior Brother Wangchen has already gone to sea in order to seek medical treatment for Junior Qingping."

"So, Taoist Master thinks this matter has nothing to do with Wudang?" Yan Feng asked.

"Your Majesty, you are aware of this," Song Yangui said, clasping his fists, "There must be a conspiracy to frame this matter."

"You're right, this is a conspiracy."

Yan Feng admitted shyly that instead of letting Song Yangui relax, it actually made him immediately cautious.

Just listen to the other party say: "However, even if there is a conspiracy to frame him, the Wudang swordsmanship on the corpse is an indisputable fact. If the real culprit cannot be found, then I will have to wrong the disciples of your sect."

Song Yangui frowned and said, "I'm afraid everyone in the world will be dissatisfied with your actions."

After Yan Feng pondered for a long time, he suddenly smiled coldly: "The world is not convinced, so what."

"What do you mean, sir!" Song Yangui's expression suddenly changed.

Yan Feng smiled, and the hand on the Xiuchun knife at his waist moved slightly. The knife flashed for a moment, and Song Yangui immediately stepped away. He soon discovered that the other party was not interested in him with this knife.

Snapped!
Song Yangui dodged Yan Feng's knife, but the tea cup in his hand shattered. It was obvious that the other party came for this cup in the first place.

The clear and crisp sound of breaking resounded under the night, and soon a disciple who was watching the night heard the sound and came over: "Uncle Master? What happened here? Who is this person!"

The moment the disciple stepped into the small courtyard, the Xiuchun knife in Yan Feng's hand slashed backwards. Song Yangui was so shocked and angry that he did not react.

When he came back to his senses, the poor disciple was already lying in a pool of blood, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable fear before he died.

"Yan Feng! You are a noble guard with thousands of households, and you kill my Wudang disciples without any evidence! Aren't you afraid that if you break the rules, all the factions in the world will attack you!" Song Yangui shouted angrily.

"All the factions in the rivers and lakes are gathering together to attack?" Yan Feng seemed to have heard some joke. He laughed so hard that he bent over and showed his unscrupulous expression.

Song Yangui's face was extremely ugly. After a long time, Yan Feng had enough laughter. He straightened up and looked at the other party with a slight mockery and said: "Now that things have come to this, why should the Taoist deceive himself anymore? If today's world can still make Jin Yiwei jealous, you Why bother talking nonsense to me here."

Song Yangui panicked, Yan Feng's eyes were full of sneers, and he continued: "The Beggar Clan was destroyed, the Five Sacred Mountains collapsed, and the four great families in the world were gone. After the death of Qi Yunzi, the Taoist sects fought independently, and now they are completely defeated. The Taoist priest thinks that why Shaolin wants to show its favor to the court, isn't it because he has no hope at all and has to bow his head."

Yan Feng sheathed his sword, spread his hands, and walked towards Song Yangui without any precautions. He smiled and said, "Why, if the Taoist priest feels that what I said is wrong, then he will draw his sword to avenge this disciple."

Song Yangui stared at Yan Feng, but the hand holding the sword remained motionless.

Yan Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's helpless. I can kill your Wudang disciples at will, but the Taoist Master can't even draw his sword when facing the murderer. The world is no longer what it used to be. I hope the Taoist Master understands this." reason."

After a long time, Song Yangui said in a hoarse voice: "So, Jin Yiwei is finally going to take action against me, Wudang."

"It may be, but it may not be," Yan Feng said meaningfully: "How I act depends on the Taoist leader's mind, which one is more important between the Jianghu righteousness and the Wudang sect."