ATPnovel Chapter 58 The Storm Is Brewing
Chapter 58 The Storm Is Brewing
Upon hearing Yue Feng's words, Feng Buping calmed down, slowly drew his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Fine, Cong Buqi, you dared to conspire with Cheng Buyou to harm my brother and me. What have we ever done to wrong you?"
Cong Buqi sneered: "You brothers? Then what are we? Lord Qi is right, you are a spineless coward who is good for nothing and good for nothing! Do you really think your swordsmanship is any better than mine and Cheng Buyou's? Fine, today I'll show you the swordsmanship we learned from the Eastern Depot."
Feng Buping nodded, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is. So you've already sided with the Eastern Depot. No wonder..."
At this moment, Cheng Buyou, sword in hand, approached from the other end of the corridor, blocking Feng Buping and Yue Feng in the middle. He said to Cong Buqi, "What are you still arguing about? Kill the little one first, then help me kill the big one."
Cong Buqi asked, "You're not injured?"
Cheng Buyou chuckled: "That guy surnamed Feng is utterly useless. I was ready to kill him, but he still showed me mercy. How could someone like that be involved in our grand plan?"
"That makes sense." Cong Buqi said, thrusting his sword straight at Yue Feng's face. This move wasn't from the Huashan sword style, but it was faster and more ruthless than any Huashan sword style. Feng Buping, who was watching clearly from the side, ignored Cheng Buyou's watchful eyes from behind and was about to block the sword for Yue Feng.
call!
Suddenly, Feng Buping heard the sound of a howling wind. In an instant, all the doors and windows on the second floor of the inn opened wide, and sunlight shone in, making the entire corridor bright.
Feng Buping steadied himself and saw Yue Feng slowly sheathing his sword. In front of him, Cong Buqi had a bloody hole in his chest.
A storm is brewing... The wind is howling!
Feng Buping recognized the sword technique Yue Feng was using as the "Mountain Rain Is Coming" move, which he had taught Yue Feng. But he never dreamed that this move would be used in such a way, or possess such power. For a moment, Feng Buping even wondered if this move was specially made for his brother Feng, since his surname was Feng.
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"The swordsmanship of the Eastern Depot is nothing special."
Yue Feng loosened the hilt of his sword, turned around, and looked at Cheng Buyou.
"What did you just say? Kill the little one first, then I'll help you kill the big one?"
Cheng Buyou's face was pale, his lips were tightly closed, and although he was still holding the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was trembling incessantly.
"What...what kind of evil magic are you using?"
Yue Feng scoffed and said to Feng Buping, "Brother, Cong Buqi wanted to kill me, and I had no choice but to kill him. You can handle this man now."
Feng Buping glanced at him with a complicated expression, then looked at Cong Buqi's corpse, and suddenly laughed with relief.
"it is good."
Cheng Buyou yelled, "You bastard surnamed Feng! You're spewing filth! You call that helpless murder? You..." Feng Buping, sword in hand, walked towards him step by step. Cheng Buyou swallowed hard, turned, and ran. Feng Buping continued to chase after him, step by step.
Yue Feng went to the main hall, found the shopkeeper, and made him pay for the tables, chairs, and benches that Cheng Buyou had broken. He also gave him a large sum of money and asked him to dispose of Cong Buqi's body.
The innkeeper was clearly an experienced man; he took the money and left, thanking the innkeeper profusely. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the inn was back to normal.
Yue Feng ordered a table full of dishes and sat in the main hall drinking. He had just finished his third bowl when Feng Buping returned. Yue Feng poured him more wine and asked, "Killed him?"
Feng Buping didn't speak, but nodded slightly, picked up the wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Pour me another bowl."
"Pour it again."
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That day, Feng Buping got completely drunk and didn't wake up until the next morning. While the two were having breakfast in the lobby, Yue Feng asked Feng Buping what his plans were for the future, and whether he still wanted to go to Huayin.
Feng Buping nodded and said, "Yes, although our sect is unfortunate to have produced those two scoundrels, as long as I am here, the Sword Sect will exist. Even if I am alone and unable to regain control of the Huashan Sect, I will still seek justice for what the Qi Sect did to Uncle Feng back then."
Yue Feng smiled and said, "Brother, you admire Hero Feng so much, have you ever met him?"
Feng Buping said wistfully, "Of course I've met him. It's just that Uncle Feng is so engrossed in swordsmanship that it's extremely difficult for even those of higher seniority to speak to him, let alone us juniors. And that's why... sigh..."
Yue Feng knew what Feng Buping wanted to say—and that was precisely why Feng Qingyang was so easily fooled. But Feng Buping couldn't say it, and he certainly couldn't say it either. So he simply said, "Alright then, I'll accompany you, elder brother, to climb Mount Hua!"
However, to Yue Feng's surprise, Feng Buping did not immediately agree. Instead, he lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.
After finishing breakfast and making preparations, the two set off. Wudang Mountain wasn't too far from SX Province, and since they were both riding fast horses, they entered SX Province within a few days. Passing Tianzhu Mountain, both men and horses were exhausted. Yue Feng wanted to find a town nearby to rest, but Feng Buping said:
"There is a Baiyun Temple on Tianzhu Mountain. The abbot of Baiyun Temple, Master Xiaoqing, is my friend. Master Xiaoqing's 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique' is superb. Why don't we stay at the temple for the night and ask him for some pointers on the sword technique?"
Yue Feng readily agreed and accompanied Feng Buping to the foot of Tianzhu Mountain. He handed the horses over to the monks at the foot of the mountain and then began to climb the mountain on foot. Tianzhu Mountain was not very high, and the two of them reached the summit in no time. There, they saw a solemn ancient temple hidden in the dense forest, with wisps of incense rising from the temple.
Feng Buping explained his purpose to the monk in charge of receiving guests, who immediately went to announce his arrival. Soon, a handsome middle-aged monk came out to greet him: "Brother Feng! It's been a long time! How have you been? And who is this young friend?"
Feng Buping said to Yue Feng, "This is Abbot Xiaoqing of Baiyun Temple." He then said to Xiaoqing, "He is a close friend I recently made. Like you, we are friends who would risk our lives for each other."
Xiaoqing's eyes lit up: "Oh? We just met, and you've already become close friends? Then I'd like to get to know you better too. Please! Let's go inside and talk."
Xiaoqing led Yue Feng and Feng Buping into a meditation room, ordered tea to be served, and asked Feng Buping, "Old friend, it's been a long time since you've come here. Tell me honestly, is there something you need from me?"
Feng Buping laughed and said, "It's nothing serious. I just forgot to bring any money with me when I went out, so I have no money for a place to stay and can only make do with the night here."
Xiaoqing looked embarrassed, glanced at Yue Feng, and then at Feng Buping: "Oh dear, that's unfortunate. All the empty rooms in the temple are full these days. If you want to stay, you'll have to share a room with me, haha."
Feng Buping was extremely surprised. Tianzhu Mountain in Shaanxi was not very famous and usually didn't even have any tourists. How could it be that the hotel was full as soon as they arrived? He stood up and said, "If it's inconvenient for you, we can stay down the mountain."
Xiaoqing quickly stopped him, saying, "No, Brother Feng, we've known each other for so many years, when have I ever lied to you? It really is full. If you still don't believe me, come on, I'll show you."