Chapter 208: Never speak lightly, never make a promise lightly
"Isn't it?" Lu Feng smiled, stretched out his hand to tidy up Jiang Ruoyun's hair on his forehead, and said seriously and solemnly: "In the future, I will never let anyone take you away from me again."
"A word should never be spoken lightly, and a promise never made lightly."
"The panic in my heart can be learned from heaven and earth!"
Jiang Ruoyun felt Lu Feng's burning heart, and her eyes were full of happiness. This feeling was like a boat that had been drifting for many years and finally found a sheltered harbor where it was anchored. It was so peaceful and peaceful.
"If I could, I really want to turn this moment into eternity."
Jiang Ruoyun lowered her head and nestled against Lu Feng's chest. From an angle that the latter could not see, there was a hint of worry between her brows.
After connecting with each other, Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun spent the night cuddling with each other in the courtyard corridor. They felt very comfortable and sweet with each other.
The next morning, although Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun were not holding hands, they felt a little more intimate.
Everyone rented a spacious carriage and rushed all the way to Tianyuan City and walked down at the city gate.
"It smells so good. Let's have something to eat before going to Su Mansion," Jun Ziyi said greedily as she smelled the aroma coming from the street vendors.
Jiang Ruoyun and Ruoshui also followed the scent and looked at the vendors in the distance.
Lu Feng looked forward and saw that it was a breakfast vendor, serving pastries, porridge, water, etc. The delicious aroma from earlier was caused by the big cakes spread in the shop.
With cravings welling up, Lu Feng and his party stopped and each ordered a piece of flatbread and some pastries.
This place is still some distance from the city center, but it is one of the main passages to the market. Although it is still early, the number of people coming and going is already very large.
Lu Feng lowered his head and drank the white porridge while distractedly listening to the footsteps of passers-by. His strength could be heard from his steps and posture.
Suddenly, a figure in the distance attracted Lu Feng's attention. Although that person was walking among the crowd, the sound of his footsteps was extremely soft.
"It's him, what's his name?" Tang Yuan gnawed on the big cake in his hand and glanced at the person Lu Feng was staring at.
"Wu Ying," Lu Feng said.
"Yes, that's him," Tang Yuan swallowed the food in his mouth and recalled the battle with Wu Ying in the martial arts competition. The terrifying Shadow Step technique still makes Tang Yuan a little afraid. If he hadn't understood the Dragon Step
, they died together unexpectedly, and they fell down onto the fighting platform in a hug. There was really nothing they could do against him.
Feeling someone's gaze, Wu Ying, who was walking in the distance, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Lu Feng and Tang Yuan. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and after a quick glance, he quickly disappeared from sight.
"We've just met each other, but I didn't come over to say hello," Tang Yuan said with some dissatisfaction.
Lu Feng glanced at Tang Yuan and laughed, "I'm afraid he didn't recognize you."
Tang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly. Although his injuries were mostly healed at this moment, the bruises on his face had not dissipated. His entire face was so red and swollen that his original appearance was hard to see. No wonder Wu Ying's eyes looked like
Like a stranger.
When everyone was almost finished eating, the sound of fighting suddenly came from not far behind the stall. To be precise, it sounded more like a one-sided beating.
The stall owner sighed and said pitifully: "We have been fighting all night, but those people haven't stopped yet. Mr. Zhao Yan's life experience is really miserable. I hope he will be reincarnated into an ordinary family in the next life."
Lu Feng watched a group of gangsters in the distance beating and kicking a boy who fell on the ground. Hearing the sigh of the stall owner, he couldn't help but become curious and asked: "Who is this person who was beaten? What did he commit?"
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"Alas," the stall owner sighed again: "Those who beat people are unlearned and unskilled gangsters nearby. The man who fell on the ground and was beaten is the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Yan."
"Zhao Mansion? Is this where Zhao An is?" Tang Yuan asked.
The stall owner glanced at Tang Yuan warily, wondering, then frowned and nodded.
After confirming the relationship between Zhao Yan and Zhao An, Lu Feng was even more puzzled. How could Zhao An allow his younger brother to be bullied by ruffians if Zhao An was so domineering?
Tang Yuan looked indifferently at the young man who fell to the ground and was beaten in the distance, and snorted coldly: "There is no good person in the Zhao family. Zhao Yan must deserve to be reduced to this."
After hearing what Tang Yuan said, the stall owner realized that Tang Yuan and the Zhao family had a grudge and were not the same group. He put down his guard and corrected himself and explained: "It is true that there are no good people in the Zhao family, but this young master Zhao Yan is different."
"Oh?" Tang Yuan became interested and listened to the boss's explanation.
"Although Young Master Zhao Yan is the same as Zhao An, they are both young masters of the Zhao family, but their personalities are completely different. One is arrogant, domineering, greedy and lustful, and the other is humble, kind, and enthusiastic about helping others. Young Master Zhao Yan often
Help the poor people who are down and out, and also often help the orphans in the west of the city." The stall owner explained patiently.
Tang Yuan listened and asked in confusion: "Then since he is the prince of the mansion, why can't he even defeat a few gangsters and be bullied like this, and the Zhao mansion doesn't send anyone to rescue him?"
The stall owner shook his head and said: "How can the Zhao family care about the life and death of Mr. Zhao Yan? These ruffians are probably deliberately arranged by Mr. Zhao An."
Looking at the puzzled expressions of several people, the stall owner continued: "Although Mr. Zhao Yan is the biological son of the head of the Zhao family, his biological mother is a maid. It was the head of the house who had sex after drinking, and was later captured by the head of the house's wife.
As you know, the servant girl was about to be put to death for a time, but fortunately she was pregnant and the master of the family had mercy on her and she survived."
"Later, although Zhao Yan's biological mother was able to save her life, she was repeatedly humiliated and scolded by the royal family during her pregnancy. As a result, the young master Zhao Yan was born with extremely poor physical health and could not feel any spiritual energy, and his life soul could not awaken. Otherwise,
If he had some strength, how could those ruffians be the match for Young Master Zhao Yan?"
"Poor physique? Unable to practice?" Lu Feng glanced at Zhao Yan who was lying on the ground in the distance, protecting his head and struggling. His condition was probably much more serious than what the stall owner said.
"How old is he this year?" Tang Yuan pointed at Zhao Yan.
"Sixteen." The stall owner replied.
After hearing this, everyone in Lu Feng looked at Zhao Yan, and they were all confused. In the past sixteen years, he had been bullied and tortured, and was insulted by others as a waste who didn't know how to practice. What kind of belief has allowed him to sustain himself to this day.
The beating continued, Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, curled up, desperately protected his vitals, and endured the pain tenaciously.
Suddenly, one of the gangsters in the lead took out a dagger from his arms, with a fierce look in his eyes, and stabbed Zhao Yan straight in the heart.
It was actually a killer.
When the stall owner saw this scene, he closed his eyes subconsciously and couldn't bear to watch any more.
Lu Feng was just about to save someone when he suddenly noticed a cold light coming from his side.
With a "ding" sound, the wrist of the person holding the dagger was pierced, and the dagger fell to the ground.
Lu Feng looked at the willow-leaf-shaped nail-like hidden weapon stuck on the man's wrist, and turned back to Jiang Ruoyun. She was the one who made the willow-leaf cone.
Jiang Ruoyun felt Lu Feng's gaze, smiled, and responded: "The techniques I learned in the back mountains of Jiang Mansion, and later the master taught me some more."
Lu Feng did not see the way Jiang Ruoyun used the hidden weapon, but the flight trajectory and precise impact of the hidden weapon made him vaguely familiar.
The gangster's dagger fell next to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan, who was lying on the ground, looked at the dagger within reach, and he didn't know where he got the courage and strength. He suddenly picked it up and stabbed the gangster with an injured wrist.
Zhao Yan's stab caught everyone's expectations. By the time many gangsters reacted, the dagger had already penetrated the leader's abdomen.
Perhaps because he had accumulated grudges for a long time and the oppression was too deep, Zhao Yan did not let go when he was stabbed. He pulled out the dagger with a cry and stabbed it in again, stabbing the ruffian like crazy and desperately.
All the gangsters were frightened by Zhao Yan's terrifying momentum. It wasn't until he stabbed him seven or eight times in a row that someone reacted and kicked him away.
Zhao Yan flew out, feeling extremely happy at the moment. Although he did it impulsively, he had no regrets. He would be beaten to death anyway, and he was satisfied if he could drag someone down before death.
Feeling the warm resistance from his back, Zhao Yan was startled. He was not kicked to the ground, but was helped down in mid-air.
Zhao Yan looked back at the man who was supporting him behind him. The first thing he saw was the man's cold and handsome face, and the second was the gentle smile hanging slightly at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry, it's okay," the man said gently.
Zhao Yan didn't know why, but a sense of security suddenly welled up in his heart. The big hand on his back was so strong and strong, and the man's words made his tense mind relax.
After a series of beatings and a final kick, Zhao Yan finally passed out.
The man standing behind Zhao Yan was none other than Lu Feng. The big hand pressed against his back was feeling the meridians in Zhao Yan's body and sorting out the blood stasis.
Tang Yuan took a few steps towards the gangster, exuding a terrifying aura of chakra realm, and scared the gangster away.
"His meridians are as messy as an animal's, and there is no order at all." Lu Feng shook his head, withdrew his spiritual energy, and helped Zhao Yan to Tang Yuan, saying: "Take him to have a rest first, and wait until I finish the surgery."
The queen of the house will come to find you."
Originally, everyone planned to go to the Su Mansion together and return to the Spiritual Prison together, but something unexpected happened at this moment. Zhao Yan, who would not wake up for a while, needed to be taken care of, so they had to split up.
If Zhao Yan is left behind, he will have no way to survive in such a bad state.
Jiang Ruoyun glanced at Zhao Yan and found that although he was seriously injured, his life was not in danger. He made an excuse and said, "Brother Tang Yuan, I will leave him under your care. I will go to the market for a stroll."
"I'll go too," Jun Ziyi immediately agreed and moved closer to Jiang Ruoyun.
Ruoshui also expressed his desire to go shopping together.
The relationship between girls often ferments unconsciously. A simple shopping trip made these three people, who had just met for the first time, become as close as sisters.
After Lu Feng left some soul coins and gave them to Tang Yuan and Ruoshui, he walked slowly towards Su Mansion. Su Mansion is located in the west of Tianyuan City, a small manor far away from the market.
Lu Feng came to the door of Su Mansion and took out the token given by Su Qing'er. After seeing the token, the guard guarding the door even skipped the notice and took Lu Feng directly into Su Mansion.
On the way to the living room, a figure of sixteen or seventeen years old came over. When he passed by Lu Feng, the figure glanced casually, and suddenly saw the token in Lu Feng's hand. His eyebrows were filled with surprise, and he stopped and asked.
: "Who are you? Why is my sister's token in your possession?"
Lu Feng stopped and looked at the young man who asked: "Is your sister Su Qing'er?"
"Yes, this young master is the second son of the Su family." The young man slightly raised his chest with a hint of pride and looked at Lu Feng closely: "Who are you?"
The guard stood in front of the young man, also staring at Lu Feng. He was also a little curious as to why the token exclusive to the dignified eldest lady of the Su family appeared in this man's hand.
Lu Feng smiled at the young man and explained lightly: "I was invited by your sister to repair your family's formation. Take me to your sister quickly."
When the young man heard this, he walked around Lu Feng and looked around, "What nonsense are you talking about? Even my mother can't do anything with the formation in the mansion, so it's just you? Are you here to show off?"
The young man's words made the guard a little more vigilant.