The Beacon of Kyushu

After a long time, Lu Duan finally returned to the hall with a young man. The young man was in ragged clothes, with unkempt hair and a dirty face, and a large and dirty wine gourd on his waist. He did not look like a master in Yuntai Temple, but just a beggar who made a living by begging on the street.

Zhao Tingmei glanced at Lu Duan and scolded him in a low voice: "Yi Zhi, I asked you to invite the old master Chen Tuan, why did you bring back a beggar? You won't tell me that such a poor and plain-looking person could be the immortal master of Yuntai Temple! You used to be confused about small things but clear about big things, why are you so confused now!"

The young man had sharp ears. Without waiting for Lu Duan's reply, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, I don't dare to be called Immortal Master, for fear of shortening my life. But I have been born with a half-immortal body since I was young. If you want to predict good or bad luck, I can still do it for you with great difficulty. But the fee for this divination..."

The young man was laughing playfully, as if he didn't take the dignified King of Wei and Kaifeng Prefecture seriously at all. But when his eyes glanced at Zhao Yuanzuo in the hall, his expression suddenly became unnatural, and he couldn't continue his nonsense.

Zhao Yuanzuo had never seen such a daring beggar. He was both angry and amused. He sighed, "No wonder people say there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the martial arts world. I didn't expect someone to dare to talk nonsense in court. It's really interesting." But before he finished sighing, he suddenly felt that this young man looked familiar. He looked like an old friend. He couldn't help but ask, "Young man, may I know your name? Which sect are you from? Where are you from?"

The young man seemed to know Zhao Yuanzuo, and it seemed that there was a rift between the two of them because of something. Therefore, before Zhao Yuanzuo asked him questions, such a casual person kept looking down at the ground, unwilling to say a word. It was not until he heard Zhao Yuanzuo's question that he forced a smile and patted his chest and said: "My name is Wan Jianfeng, and I have studied martial arts at Huashan Yuntai Temple and Kunlun Mountain Longtan Temple. As for my hometown, my name is Huazi, and I regard the world as my home. Wherever I go is my hometown."

Zhao Yuanzuo frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "Young man, have you heard of the Three Heroes of Tokyo? Have you heard of Yan Hansheng?"

"Yan... Yan what Sheng!" Wan Jianfeng's face changed, and he tried to cover up: "I have been wandering in the martial arts world for so many years, and I have only heard of Wan Mengsheng, the owner of Yinfeng Manor, and I have never heard of the guy you mentioned. I heard from Brother Lu that he asked me to help with the case, so why did you turn around and interrogate me instead?"

Zhao Yuanzuo sighed silently, laughing at himself in his heart: "Zhao Yuanzuo, Zhao Yuanzuo, you are such a smart man, you can easily capture Ying Feineng, but you mistook a smiling beggar for my second brother. So many years have passed, I am no longer the Zhao Chongji who just entered the martial arts world, I am afraid that I will never find Yan Hansheng again in this lifetime, but it is a pity that I can't say "I'm sorry" to him in person."

Wan Jianfeng felt a little sorry when he saw Zhao Yuanzuo's dejected look, but he still said to Zhao Tingmei: "Hey, Your Highness the King of Wei, what on earth do you want to see me about? It's the middle of the night now, if it's nothing, I can go back to sleep!"

Zhao Tingmei asked, "Young Master Wan, are you really from Yuntai Temple? Do you have any proof?"

Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, Wan Jianfeng pulled Lu Duan and said, "Brother Lu, don't sell the sorghum stalks that you can't sell - poke them up and see! Your prince doesn't believe in my identity, so why don't you say something! If you don't say anything, I will be happy to have some free time and will leave now!"

Lu Duan hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, when I found the inn where the ancestor was just now, the ancestor had already gone to bed. I didn't dare to disturb the ancestor, so I had to invite his apprentice to come."

Zhao Tingmei looked Wan Jianfeng up and down for a long time, and said in amazement: "Strange, strange, this guy doesn't look like the disciple of the ancestor. If he is the disciple of the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he is more like the disciple. Look at his dirty clothes. How can he have the elegant and ethereal feeling of those high Taoist masters in Yuntai Temple!" Wan Jianfeng saw that Lu Duan had spoken, Zhao Tingmei didn't believe it, rolled her eyes and wanted to go back to sleep. Unexpectedly, Ying Fei, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly said, "Okay, okay, no need for others, just him! All of you officials, go out and wait, the affairs of the martial arts world are over, today I will tell the truth to this beggar."

Seeing that Ying Fei dared to ask all the officials to leave, Zhao Tingmei was so angry that he picked up the gavel and wanted to bang it loudly. But Zhao Yuanzuo pulled his arm and whispered, "Uncle Wang, I think it's better for us to withdraw for the time being. After he explains the whole story, we can decide how to sentence him. As for the identity of this young man, since Ying Fei has recognized it, why should we question it?"

"Okay..." Zhao Tingmei knew that he was not as knowledgeable about the rules of the underworld as His Royal Highness the King of Chu, so he could only follow his words and lead the crowd out. But even though he left, he ordered his servants to surround the second hall tightly, so that Ying Fei would not take the opportunity to escape and be punished by the government.

Wan Jianfeng knew that this matter must be very serious, and was afraid that he would be sued if he said something wrong, so he closed the door automatically without Ying Fei's reminder. Ying Fei looked at Wan Jianfeng and smiled and said, "My friend, I just stole your money outside Tokyo a few days ago. You won't take revenge for me, right?"

"Revenge?" Wan Jianfeng clenched his fist and said, "If the silver was not from my master but from me, I would have punched you three times and made you look for your teeth on the ground. However, my master has a good temper and will not beat anyone for a few taels of silver, so I have to suppress my anger and not punish you."

Ying Fei asked: "Do you know what you are going to do in Kaifeng Prefecture?"

Wan Jianfeng pointed at his nose and said, "Of course I want you, a dead duck, to open your mouth and tell the truth."

Ying Fei nodded. "It's easier now that you know. I'll tell you the truth directly, and you can pass it on to them. This way, we can save time and effort."

Wan Jianfeng said, "Okay, tell the truth. If you dare to tell the truth, I will tell the King of Wei about how you stole my purse. I'm sure your exile will be changed to beheading, beheading to slow slicing, slow slicing to burning to death, and you will never be able to bear it well."

Ying Fei said, "Actually, it's very simple. I've always stolen from the rich and helped the poor. I heard that the richest people in the world, besides the official Zhao Guangyi, are the Eighth Prince. A few days ago, I happened to be near Tokyo for ticket business. How could I go to a mountain of treasures and return empty-handed? Unfortunately, I was unlucky. I didn't find any gold or silver, nor any jewelry. I only saw the golden mace, so I took it away."

Wan Jianfeng smiled slightly, "Are you sure?" (End of this chapter)