In addition to the master's wife's main hall, there are more than a dozen central palaces in Feng Mansion, where all the Feng family's preparatory grandmothers, that is, those former ladies of the rich.

They are all magnificent and have different styles, just like a city in the city, also known as Qunfang City.

Of course, Young Master Feng also has his own mansion, which is surrounded by the middle of Qunfang City. There are many secret whistles here. Since Fengqing remembers, there have never been a bold thief who has come to be presumptuous.

The road of Huanzhuang is full of the fragrance of powder.

"Hello, Mr. Feng."

"Young Master Feng is back."

...

Feng Qingyang was upset and too lazy to take a look. She felt sorry for those Yingying Yanyan who were waiting to be in the boudoir.

When I returned to my mansion, I could see priceless calligraphy and paintings everywhere on the table on the walls, but in the eyes of Young Master Feng, I looked like a pile of waste paper and rotten iron.

The mansion is equipped with four outstanding young maids, spring, summer, autumn and winter, but they are all from poor backgrounds.

Chunya is the most eye-catching. Seeing that the young master was unhappy, he handed him a cup of tea without humming or wailing.

Feng Qingyang sat at the purple jade table and took a symbolic sip.

"Young Master, I heard that there have been some vampires recently. You should go out less in the future." Xia Yu, who has always spoken quickly, reminded.

Feng Qingyang was quite polite to these girls from poor families, nodding:

"Well, I understand, what are you afraid of in broad daylight? You can go out first, don't prepare supper, I have no appetite."

Xia Yu was about to say something, but was stopped by the mature Qiuju, and the four pretty girls all retreated.

Feng Qingyang couldn't even understand why he was not happy. He sat silently for a while and was about to go back to the bedroom to rest, an old slave pushed the door open with a double-layer food box.

The only one who dared to "enter" in Young Master Feng's mansion was the only one who dared to "enter the secret".

Feng Qingyang's heart showed that unbearable past. After the incident of root cut eight years ago, the Feng family visited Ming doctors and finally found a doctor who could connect the bones and roots. However, the thing Can't do was rotten...

"Young master, let's have some drinks." The Cannibal took out two plates of wine, vegetables and a pot of wine from the food box, without any servants' appearance.

In front of Can Ye, Feng Qingyang finally showed some seriousness, but only spoke one word:

"drink!"

Unlike the master and servant who kept pushing cups and cups, their faces turned red soon.

"Young Master, don't plan to practice swords anymore?" Can Ye was so bold that he raised this topic again.

Feng Qingyang was not at all displeased, shook his head and said lightly:

"It's boring if you don't practice."

"Where are you getting married and having children?"

"It's even more boring."

Mr. Can took a sip of wine, squinted his pair of mung bean eyes and said:

"To be honest, old man, I also played swords in my early years and had some reputation in the world. Later, I silly abandoned my sword and went to business. Not only did I lose all my money, but I was often bullied. When I picked up the sword, I lost my energy when I was young. This sword can't be thrown away easily."

Feng Qingyang was stunned and put down the dishes he picked up, and said with great interest:

"I said Lao Can, why haven't you heard of this before? Let's hear, how powerful you were back then? Can a sword be able to poke a hole in the sky? You should also have a name in the world, what is it? Feitian Hero or a magic sword?"

"There is nostalgia for people. A hero will not mention his courage back then, and he will not talk about it. He will drink."

Can Ye raised his glass and drank it all, and habitually scratched his bare chin a few times, making the look feel sad.

Can Ye picked up a few bites of food and said:

"I have also heard about the martial arts conference. The master is right. We don't give you face to Tianjian Sect, but the Lord Murong still has to give face to Lord Murong. After all, he is also your adoptive father. You don't always say that the city is boring, but the Lord Yun Peak will definitely be very lively at that day. Lord Murong also asked you to see the world. The old man has never asked you for a few things for so many years. You can just let it go this time."

Feng Qingyang thought for a moment and nodded:

"Okay, for your old absent."

"That's right. Come on, let's go another one of us." The Cang's face finally opened with a smile on his face.

Feng Qingyang put down the wine glass and said with a frown:

"It's good to go and see the world, but the old man Zhuge's move is a bit strange. He is already in his twilight years. Many disasters have happened in the Tianjian Sect over the years. The situation is hopeless. It is impossible to be re-elected as the leader of the martial arts world. But he just wants to get a thousand swords to come to pay attention. Isn't this asking for trouble? I mean, people all over the world are laughing at him? It's really a fool."

Can Ye said disapprovingly:

"Last month, I had the honor to meet Zhuge's old man. He was over 70 years old, but his face was red and strong. He was not as dangerous as an old age. This martial arts conference will not be divided into sects, and it must have a deeper meaning."

"Could it be that he took some magic pills that can strengthen his body and restore his body to a child?" Feng Qingyang said with a smile.

Mr. Can filled his glasses for each of them and sighed:

"This is strange. I have always heard that Zhuge Ru has always been cautious but lacks courage. This martial arts conference is contrary to common sense. In recent years, strange things have happened frequently. Not only have so many strange people in the world, but many people have died for no reason. It is said that they were killed by the Blood-Devouring Demon. Master, have you ever thought carefully that none of the people who died tragically were ordinary people, they are all trainees, and some are famous knights, and there are many troubles in the world."

Feng Qingyang curled the corners of his mouth again and said proudly:

"So, I don't learn martial arts just to save my life and enjoy the beauty of the world. As smart as me, let's go."

Mr. Can drank all the wine in his glass and smiled:

"Young Master, although you are not a person in the world, you like to worry about this kind of thing in the world. Isn't it just a matter of being accustomed to you?"

"What is wrong with me? I'm talking nonsense after drinking."

"Young Master, there are rivers and lakes where there are people. You believe that you are not a person in the rivers and lakes, but I'm afraid that someone will plot against you in the rivers and lakes."

"Whoever can plot against me is based on the power of my Feng family and the friendship with Murong City Lord, who dares to plot against me?"

"As the saying goes, you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it."

"You mean, all the people in the world are thieves?"

"Those who have great ambitions, although they can be able to maintain their country through literature and martial arts, can also be greedy for the reputation of the world and be thieves."

"It makes sense. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go a few more."

...

The master and servant chatted until late at night and each rested.

After breakfast the next day, Feng Qingyang took Canye and a group of slaves to visit Taoyuan.

It's neither cool nor dry, the sun is just right.

Fengqing Yang walked in front and said boredly:

"There are sun and blue sky above, and the road below is flat. Can you say that there are rivers and lakes where there are people, but where is the rivers and lakes? We are the rivers and lakes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin figure with a sword flashed from behind the big tree beside the road, and staggered and fell to the ground in two steps.

Everyone was shocked. Only the rebels who had traveled through the world when they were young and had seen some worlds. They walked over.

The man was as thin as a skeleton, his skin was as pale as paper, but his eyes were scarlet and bloody.

Mr. Can leaned down and said:

"What's wrong with you? Who caused it?"

The man twitched all over and only spit out the word "help".

Can Ye glanced at the sword that was still in his hand and said in surprise:

"Are you a Golden Lamp Swordsman? Tell me, who made you like this?"

The man nodded with difficulty and said after a while:

"My blood... is a pig...pig..."

Before he finished speaking, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

Can't stand up and sighed:

"This Golden Lantern Swordsman is also a long-standing hero in the world. He is a gentle person and rarely fights with others. Could it be that he is harmed by the legendary Blood-Devouring Demon?"

Feng Qingyang and a group of domestic slaves also came over, took a look at the man's miserable situation, and said calmly:

"Buried him well and then informed Lord Murong that the blood-devouring demon might be a pig demon."

"Pig Demon? Does the Pig Demon only drink human blood?" Cannon said disapprovingly.

He sighed and said earnestly:

"Young Master, this is the world of the world. Don't think that the road ahead is just a smooth road, and there are swords and swords. Your heart is not in the world, but people are in the world. There are some things you can't do."

The charming was stunned for a moment and murmured:
Chapter completed!