Fu Shifeng

Chapter 220 Be careful with your tactics
When Cheng Sanwu arrived outside Wuling Village, there were 500 people behind him.Among them were people from various martial arts sects in Jianghuai, as well as relatives from the Guan clan in Huzhou. The momentum was so huge that it seemed as if they were going to flatten Wulingzhuang directly.

Mrs. He stood outside the door. There were two rows of women on the left and right, almost all of whom were wearing swords. They looked prepared to greet the guests, but they did not look festive to welcome the guests.

They saw Cheng Sanwu riding a big maroon horse, not hiding his powerful aura, like a rising sun, slowly approaching with irresistible power.

Mrs. He was used to seeing masters and heroes in the martial arts world, and she had to lament that it was rare to be as tyrannical as Cheng Sanwu.He didn't mean to show off deliberately, but he had a ferocious aura that could only be cultivated after experiencing countless fights.

However, Cheng Sanwu's expression was calm and leisurely, like a tiger slowly walking out of the forest.What he relies on is definitely not the group of followers behind him, but his absolute self-confidence.

Mrs. He couldn't help but sigh. Although there were many factions in the Jianghuai Wulin, and there were fights on weekdays, there were rarely bloody battles.It is difficult for martial arts practitioners here to develop the courage to risk their lives regardless of life or death.

If you want to get a glimpse of the advanced martial arts realm, you need to hone your mental state.It's just that compared to those who practice Taoism and practice Zen, the state of mind of a warrior can often only be understood through the battle of life and death.

The environment that was too comfortable and peaceful made Jianghuai warriors focus on running industries and intrigues. Even the battles with real swords and guns lacked a bit of bloody courage that put life and death aside.

With just one glance, Mrs. He understood that the failure of Zhang Jida's group was already doomed. Even if it was not a mistake, they would not be able to defeat this Lord Zhaoyang.

Cheng Sanwu came to the door and took the initiative to dismount. Mrs. He greeted him with a courtesy: "Mr. Zhaoyang is here to make Wuling Village shine."

"Are you Mrs. He? Are you in charge of the Guan family in Huzhou now?" Cheng Sanwu asked with a smile, without holding his hands or fists, which was extremely rude.

"I am a humble person, but I am deeply honored to be known to Lord Zhaoyang."

Mrs. He bowed slightly. She had never been so humble in her treatment of outsiders, even the governor and county magistrate. Such actions immediately attracted whispers from the martial arts people and Guan clan members who were watching.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the first time I have seen this old godly woman be so respectful."

"That's a big shot in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you really offend him, just one word can make everyone in Wulingzhuang angry!"

"Now that Mr. Zhaoyang is backing me, I want to see what other tricks Mrs. He can do!"

"Hey! Have you seen those little beauties? They all have pert breasts and perky butts. I don't know how they feel."

"I advise you not to think too much. It turns out that he is a disciple of the Yue Nv Sect. He was invited by Mrs. He to support the scene."

"Hmph! No matter how powerful you are, can you be more powerful than Zhao Yangjun? The big guys stand shoulder to shoulder and divide them together!"

The people talked more and more, and some obscene words reached the ears of Mrs. He and the women behind her. Many of them had angry faces and eyes burning. If the situation was not unfavorable, these female swordsmen would probably pull out their swords immediately. Jian came to ask for an explanation.

Cheng Sanwu ignored this and waved to his side, Zhang Fan handed over the wooden box.

"I came here this time to inform Mrs. He of something." Cheng Sanwu opened the wooden box and gestured to the head inside: "Fan Zhongming, the evil thief who brought trouble to Jianghuai in the past, has been killed by me personally, and his head is here. , please check it out, old lady."

Mrs. He took the wooden box containing the head, looked at it carefully, and after a moment of silence asked: "Jun Zhaoyang, can I take away the head of this evil thief to pay homage to the deceased?"

"Of course, Madam, please do."

Mrs. He handed the wooden box to Liu Niang beside her, and then bowed deeply to Cheng Sanwu: "Mr. Zhaoyang has eliminated great harm for my Wuling Village and the Jianghuai Wulin. I have nothing to repay."

In the originally rather solemn atmosphere, Cheng Sanwu giggled: "Nothing to repay? Isn't that right? I heard along the way that as long as you bring Fan Zhongming's head to Wuling Village, you will be rewarded with a hundred thousand yuan. The old lady doesn't Will you give it to me?"

Mrs. He was slightly startled. She was just saying polite words. She didn't expect Cheng Sanwu to take it as the truth, so she had to explain quickly: "Jun Zhaoyang misunderstood, and there is a reward of course... Why don't you move in first, Mr. Zhaoyang?" How about I let you treat me well and say thank you?"

"Please lead the way."

Wuling Villa occupies a vast area, and there are ways to accommodate 500 visitors. Moreover, the village has obviously been well prepared. Dozens of tables have been set up in the empty front courtyard. This is a courtesy for waiting for guests, and everyone who wants to cause trouble can temporarily I'm too embarrassed to act rashly.

Mrs. He had obviously made all preparations early. There were several rows of spiritual tablets in the semi-open hall, including not only the Guan clan members of Wulingzhuang, but also the martial arts people who unfortunately died at the hands of Fan Zhongming.

Mrs. He placed Fan Zhongming's head on the altar table and led several female family members to offer incense first. Seeing that they were all wearing plain black dresses and shirts, they looked like widowed women. They should be the wives of the men of the Guan family back then.

After the incense was laid, Mrs. He turned to face everyone and said loudly: "I remember that Fan Zhongming harmed Jianghuai and many comrades suffered. Now that the evil thief is executed, it proves that the law of heaven is clear and comforts the souls of the deceased."

Even though there were people like Zhang Jida who coveted interests, Mrs. He's actions still moved some of the heroes and knights present to tears. Someone immediately proposed to offer incense to pay homage, and Mrs. He immediately agreed.

One thing led to another, and the scene that originally looked like a banquet for guests immediately became like a mourning hall. No one, whether it was Zhang Jida or a branch of the Guan family, dared to disturb them, otherwise they would immediately provoke public anger.

Moreover, the prominent people present did not dare to sit idly by and watch. Even if they had no relatives in their own homes who were killed by Fan Zhongming, in order to show their comradeship, they still had to go and offer incense to pay homage.

"This old lady is really powerful. She blocked everyone's mouths in a few seconds." If there is anyone present who has not gone to pay homage to the deceased, it must be Cheng Sanwu.

Chang Qing beside him sighed softly and said: "I didn't expect that Fan Zhongming would be so troubled. It must not have been easy for me to deal with this person in the first place, right?"

Cheng Sanwu touched his chin: "It's not bad, anyway, in the end, it was just one move that killed him."

At this time, Chang Qing gradually discovered that Cheng Sanwu's martial arts was already quite strong in the world, and he probably wouldn't find many opponents in the Jianghuai area.

After the martial arts sects in Wulingzhuang paid their respects one after another, Mrs. He came to Cheng Sanwu and handed incense sticks: "The execution of Fan thief this time is all thanks to Lord Zhaoyang. If anyone knows about the deceased, he will also respect him very much."

Cheng Sanwu didn't bother to care about Mrs. He's little thoughts, took the incense stick, and held a ceremony to pay homage to the victims in front of everyone.

After the memorial ceremony, Mrs. He gave a gentle high-five, and then a group of maidservants filed out with wine and food, immediately arranged the banquet, and then invited Cheng Sanwu to sit down.He may seem to be polite, but he is actually firmly in control of the situation.

At the same time, Mrs. He ordered several large boxes to be brought in. After opening them, they were filled with gold and silver treasures. "Jun Zhaoyang, this is the one hundred thousand gu of money that the martial arts comrades deposited in Wuling Village after the Taihu Xishan Alliance." Mrs. He said.

Cheng Sanwu picked up one of the gold Ruyi inlaid with agate. It was exquisite, luxurious and heavy, and praised: "It is very rare for the old lady to stick to her promise for many years."

"Thief Fan is cunning and fierce. He has been in the Jianghuai martial arts for many years without success. If it hadn't been for Lord Zhaoyang's intervention, this thief would probably still be at large." Mrs. He asked with a smile: "But there is still something unclear about me - it is said that Thief Fan once served in the Ministry of Internal Affairs Since he is in a high position, if Lord Zhaoyang kills him, will he be blamed?"

Cheng Sanwu said cheerfully: "Fan Zhongming and I have a personal grudge. As for the arrangements for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the old lady doesn't need to ask any more questions. I promise not to implicate any of the martial arts comrades present."

There is no need to tell the outside world about the demons and monsters fighting and killing each other in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Anyway, the Jianghuai Wulin gang has no way of investigating it.

"In that case, I would like to pay my respects to Mr. Zhaoyang for his chivalrous spirit and bravery in killing thieves." Mrs. He took the black pottery wine jar from the side and took the initiative to pour wine for Cheng Sanwu.

Cheng Sanwu raised his head and drank it all, and found that the wine was very strong and his throat was burning.Before he could speak, Mrs. He poured out another cup: "This second cup, I would like to pay tribute to Lord Zhaoyang for his superior martial arts and unparalleled skills."

Mrs. He asked the maid to bring Cheng Sanwu not an ordinary wine glass, but a Yuezhou celadon bowl. It was enough to fill an adult man's stomach, but Mrs. He poured it over.

Jianghu warriors do have a big bowl of wine to show their heroic style, but the current situation is somewhat deliberate.

Cheng Sanwu seemed completely unaware, and laughed loudly after hearing this: "You are so unparalleled, I will accept your good advice!"

After saying that, Cheng Sanwu still held the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, with almost no spillage.

Madam He's expression remained unchanged as she continued to pour the wine: "For the third cup, I wish you a bright future and good luck to Mr. Zhaoyang."

"I just work for the saints and the court, and I don't care if my future is not promising." Cheng Sanwu was so proud that he poured three large bowls of strong liquor into his stomach, and his face immediately turned red.

On the side, Chang Qing noticed something strange. Regardless of Cheng Sanwu's ability to drink or eat, he had an unusually large amount of food. He had never seen anyone who could make Cheng Sanwu drunk.

But seeing how drunk Cheng Sanwu was, Chang Qing suspected that the strong liquor was different, and maybe it was drugged.

However, Chang Qing misunderstood this time. Mrs. He was careful and careful in everything she did, so she would not openly drug someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.The liquor she brought out was a local specialty of Wucheng, Huzhou, brewed with spring water from the mountain behind Wulingzhuang. It was particularly good at dispersing Qi and could make people drunk after just a few sips.

Cheng Sanwu drank three large bowls in a row, and his face turned red, which shocked Mrs. He. This was not explained by the amount of alcohol alone, but because the other party had an extraordinary physique.

Now the martial arts people with better eyesight also noticed that something was wrong. Mrs. He was planning to force Cheng Sanwu to get drunk in an attempt to avoid the most critical matter.

Zhang Jida and others who had made an appointment in advance looked at each other, and then Captain Shen from Taihu Dongshan stood up and said:
"Mrs. He, wait a moment to toast Mr. Zhaoyang. You seem to have forgotten something important."

"Mr. Zhaoyang is a distinguished guest of my Wuling Village, how can I be indifferent?" Mrs. He didn't even look at Captain Shen.

"Jun Zhaoyang! Don't forget that the reward included Wuling Village!" Captain Shen no longer restrained himself and shouted in public, reminding Cheng Sanwu.

"Huh? Oh...it seems that there is such a thing." Cheng Sanwu was so drunk that he shook his head, but he didn't know how sober he was.

The leader of the Stone Gang of the Golden Scale Gang also revealed the truth: "Mrs. He, you publicly proposed Wuling Village as one of the rewards during the Xishan Alliance. Are you going to break your promise?"

Mr. Zhou helped: "The first thing to do now is to explain the reward first, and don't propose another toast to Lord Zhaoyang."

Master Qian of Shangzhen Temple agreed: "Exactly, if Mr. Zhaoyang is drunk, Pindao has a hangover pill here."

Mrs. He looked around with squinted eyes, sneering in her heart. These rats couldn't wait to show their signs. I guess Zhaoyang Jun's relationship with them was not close, so he was afraid of being drawn over by her.

Faced with Mrs. He's sharp gaze, the four of them were stared at so hard that they didn't dare to look at each other. Finally, they looked at Zhang Jida, which made him even more frightened.

Mrs. He knew very well that Wulingzhuang was just an appetizer. The real purpose of this group of people was to help Zhaoyang Jun get Wulingzhuang, and then the Guan family branch would also launch an attack.

Mr. Zhaoyang will definitely not stop here after receiving the sweetness. At that time, the situation will be like a flood that breaks the embankment and is out of control.

"This Wuling Village..." Cheng Sanwu shook his head vigorously and said with drunken eyes: "It seems to be one of the rewards, but that is Mrs. He's home. I have to leave directly..."

At this time, the relevant clan members stood up and said: "Oh! I, the Guan clan of Huzhou, are based on integrity. How can I go back on what I promised in public? Fortunately, we still have manor properties elsewhere, which is enough to accommodate the old lady. This Wuling Village Naturally, I should give it to Lord Zhaoyang.”

Seeing the participation of the Guan clan, Zhang Jida and others also changed their colors and immediately noticed that something was wrong.

On this trip, they planned to carve up all the Guan clan's property in Huzhou. As long as Mrs. He was forced to give in, the rest of the Guan clan would be vulnerable.But if the Guan clan conspired with Cheng Sanwu secretly, it is still undecided who will benefit in the end.

Mrs. He had a sharp eye and immediately saw that Zhang Jida and others had their own plans and conflicts with the Guan family branch, but they all had to rely on Cheng Sanwu to achieve anything.If the conflict between them can be intensified, the current crisis situation will be greatly improved.

Thinking of this, Mrs. He said to Cheng Sanwu: "Please forgive me, Mr. Zhaoyang. It's not that I don't want to dedicate Wulingzhuang. It's just that there is an evil atmosphere here, and I am afraid that some ominous evil will offend Mr. Zhaoyang. That's it." It’s very wrong.”

"Yao, Yaoxie?" Cheng Sanwu blinked, seeming to be more energetic.

Mrs. He explained: "There is a dragon stream near Wulingzhuang, which was originally the source of water for the surrounding fields. However, a few years ago, for unknown reasons, a group of dragons suddenly entrenched themselves in it. This group of dragons was extremely ferocious, and the fishermen and farmers nearby were harmed. So many that the nearby fields are left uncultivated.”

"A dragon?" Cheng Sanwu said in a daze: "I know, isn't it a crocodile?"

"Exactly." Mrs. He said: "How about Lord Zhaoyang staying in Wuling Village for a while, waiting for me to gather people to wipe out the evil dragons, and then give Lord Zhaoyang a quiet manor, how about that?"

(End of this chapter)