Chapter 1 The Moment of Entering

The moment Feng Bujue stepped into the inn, many people saw him, but no one recognized him, so no one took him and the four people behind him seriously, thinking they were just a few undisciplined disciples from second- or third-rate sects who had rashly entered the inn.

At that time, Shi Yanran's attention was focused on the conversation between Gongsun Qian and Ji Tong. After all, as a thief, she was timid, afraid that there would be any flaws that outsiders could see, so she listened to every word very nervously.

Shi Yanran was sitting sideways to the inn's main entrance, so when she caught sight of someone walking in, she glanced over there inadvertently. If she hadn't glanced, it would have been fine, but one glance shocked her so much that she stood up, knocking over the stool beneath her.

Gongsun Qian felt that something was wrong, so he stopped talking to Ji Tong. He turned his head and saw his wife staring at the direction of the inn's main entrance with a look of surprise. He followed Shi Yanran's gaze and asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"

"It's them!" Shi Yanran pointed to Feng Bujue and the other four who had just walked in and said, "They are the mysterious people who killed Wang Ao last night!"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire inn lobby changed instantly. The martial artists from all walks of life had ignored the appearance of these five people just a few seconds ago, but now it was as if they had seen some important figure. All eyes were focused on Feng Bujue and his companions.

But no matter how much these seniors sized them up, these five people still looked unremarkable. In terms of appearance, they were indeed a few rather handsome young people; their clothes and attire were very ordinary, and they didn't seem to be carrying any weapons; there was no trace of timidity between their brows, but they didn't have the experienced look of old Jianghu either; and the most puzzling thing was that their gestures and movements didn't look like those of people with martial arts skills.

"Hmph... so it's you." Feng Bujue heard this and coldly replied. As he spoke, he led his teammates forward.

The tables in the Cangling Inn lobby were not square four-cornered tables, but round small tables. Each table could seat up to six people. Feng Bujue came to an empty table, sat down grandly, and after his teammates also took their seats one after another, he looked at a waiter in the distance, snapped his fingers, and then beckoned for the other party to come over.

The people present had seen everything, but they had never seen anyone snap their fingers. As the saying goes, one palm cannot clap, but today they saw someone make a strange gesture with one hand, and it made a crisp sound. Although this cannot be said to be a great skill, everyone felt that this trick was quite novel.

Feng Bujue used such a seemingly casual and very simple method to leave a frivolous and bizarre first impression on these Jianghu people.

The waiter was stunned for two seconds before walking forward. He habitually took the rag off his shoulder, wiped the table, and skillfully placed several teacups with the other hand, pouring tea for each guest. "Uh... what would you like, guests?"

"Rooms." Feng Bujue said.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." As he said this, the waiter had already skillfully completed the work of wiping the table and pouring water, and replied with a smile, "You see... the store has recently received a lot of guests, and it's already full. How about you..."

"Get out of the way." Suddenly, a low voice sounded behind the waiter, and the speaker's breath blew on the back of the waiter's neck, scaring the waiter to quickly move aside.

Instantly, Feng Bujue's eyes met those of the speaker. It was a man in his fifties, with gray hair and a slightly angry expression.

It must be said that Gongsun Qian's face was quite distinctive, with slender eyebrows, a high nose and low eyes, smooth cheeks, and a narrow mouth and wide chin. When put together, it couldn't be said to be ugly, but it was highly recognizable.

"Does Senior have something to say to me?" Feng Bujue asked without being arrogant or humble.

"Hmph... who is your senior?" Gongsun Qian snorted coldly. At this moment, Gongsun Li and Shi Yanran were standing on either side of the Wanjia Building Lord, and behind them were two disciples of Wanjia Building.

"So that's how it is..." Feng Bujue heard this and slowly stood up.

Apart from Gongsun Qian, the rest of the Wanjia Building members took a step back when they saw this. Obviously, Shi Yanran had already promoted the players' elusive combat power within Wanjia Building. If she didn't describe the other party as powerful, she wouldn't be able to explain her escape, and it would also be very embarrassing.

The atmosphere in the inn began to heat up. Many young disciples with little Jianghu experience had faces full of eagerness to try, hoping that the two sides would fight quickly so that they could witness firsthand how powerful Gongsun Qian's Wanjia Divine Skill really was.

"Then..." Feng Bujue changed his words, "You bastard have something to say to me?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence, and a cold wind seemed to blow through the lobby...

Gongsun Qian didn't know how to retort after being scolded, because the other party had indeed called him senior at first, but he himself had expressed disagreement with this title.

"Knowing the question and asking!" Gongsun Qian simply pretended not to have heard those words and said directly, "Why did you kill my disciple on the street last night?"

Feng Bujue didn't have much reaction after hearing these words, but his teammates were drinking tea with relaxed expressions, as if they were watching a play.

"Oh, so he was your disciple." Feng Bujue's gaze shifted to Shi Yanran's face, and then he looked at Gongsun Li on the side. He had already recognized that this person was the square-faced man from last night.

Shi Yanran and Gongsun Li's eyes flickered, but their expressions were still righteous. Shi Yanran even added, "Hmph... what's wrong? Now that you're in front of my husband... the Wanjia Building Lord, you don't dare to admit it?" Since it was a frame-up, she naturally had to seize every opportunity to say similar words to confuse the public. According to the logic of her words, even if Feng Bujue denied it, he would be denying it.

Feng Bujue was silent for two seconds, quickly sorting out the identities and relationships of the people in front of him, and then replied, "Oh? You guys came looking for me instead of me coming to settle accounts with you?"

Just when the real culprit and the accomplice thought he was going to tell the truth, Feng Bujue unexpectedly shouted at Gongsun Qian, "What don't I dare to admit? That's right! I killed the person, do you have any objections?"

When Gongsun Li and Shi Yanran heard these words, they didn't react for a while. Their minds were a little dazed, and they were shocked in their hearts a few seconds later: No way... he admitted it? And he admitted it so readily? Are you crazy?

And Gongsun Qian, while being sprayed with a face full of saliva, also said from the bottom of his heart: Okay... you have guts...

"Good! Since you dare to admit it, then there's no need to say more. Wanjia Building has no past grudges or recent hatreds with you. You killed my disciple for no reason. According to Jianghu rules, I will avenge my disciple here..." Gongsun Qian had not finished speaking.

"Wait!" Feng Bujue shouted and interrupted, "Who said I killed your disciple for no reason?"

"Oh?" Gongsun Qian's face changed slightly, "You have a grudge with Wang Ao?"

"No." Feng Bujue replied.

"You have a grudge with my Wanjia Building?"

"No, either."

"Hmph! Then why did you kill someone?"

"He molested my wife." As Feng Bujue spoke, he pointed in the direction of Si Yu.

"Uh..." Gongsun Qian was speechless in an instant.

Not to mention him, Xiao Tan, Bei Ling, and Jibu almost dropped the teacups in their hands on the table. Si Yu herself was relatively calm, still looking at Feng Bujue with that cold look, as if he owed her a lot of money, and now the interest had doubled...

"Last night, we just walked into town and saw your disciple Wang Ao walking towards us, drunk." Feng Bujue's ability to make up lies was beyond doubt, and he opened his mouth and said, "He saw that my wife was beautiful, so he stepped forward and said something flirtatious." He spat on the ground, "It is estimated that this guy thought that none of us five knew martial arts, so he was fearless. He dared to speak rudely in front of me, pointing at my wife and saying frivolous things."

Feng Bujue glared at Gongsun Qian without any fear, scolding him implicitly, "I hate guys who rely on their high martial arts skills and big sects to bully others. At that time, I smashed him with one palm." He sneered, "Besides, I know my wife's temper best. If I hadn't acted immediately, she would have acted, and this guy would have died anyway." Feng Bujue said, "What... does the Building Lord want to avenge him?"

His words undoubtedly turned the tables on the other party. As a case of death without proof, there was nothing to refute this statement at first hearing.

Of course, the most critical thing in this passage was the sentence "thought that none of us five knew martial arts", which was what Feng Bujue wanted everyone present to hear. This sentence, combined with the part about killing people later, explained some problems...

The people in the inn naturally knew the two ways to enter Cangling Town, and at this moment, they all suddenly realized: These five people really had some kind of skill that could hide their strength! No wonder... they had never seen these people in Jianghu before. How could they have come in by the main road? So they must have come by the small road. And since they came into town by the small road, they must all be experts.

"This... this is just your side of the story, how can..." Gongsun Qian's words were interrupted again.

"Ask these two people beside you, whether what I said is true or false." Feng Bujue said with great confidence.

His confidence was not without reason. He knew very well that the two people beside the Building Lord would definitely lie for him. The reason was simple - killing someone required a motive.

Unless Shi Yanran and Gongsun Li thought that accusing Feng Bujue of being a maniac who killed people when he saw them was more convincing, they had no reason to overthrow this story. After all, the real murderer was Shi Yanran. In fact, the person she framed had nothing to do with Wang Ao. Now that Feng Bujue had made up a motive himself, he had done her a great favor.

"Um... this..." Shi Yanran said hesitantly, "I didn't see the killing process either. When I arrived, Wang Ao was already dead..."

Gongsun Li also lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother... I arrived even later. I really didn't see how Junior Nephew Wang and they had a conflict... However, I don't think he's lying." He said here, pressing his voice lower and saying, "And... I have indeed often heard some gossip, saying that Junior Nephew Wang usually likes to flirt with women and is promiscuous..."

Hearing this, Gongsun Qian believed seven or eight percent of Feng Bujue's statement. Because a few hours ago, Shi Yanran and Gongsun Li didn't make things clear at all. Of course, they couldn't make things clear.

And now, Wang Ao's death seemed reasonable.

After listening to the lies made up by Feng Bujue, coupled with Gongsun Li's insinuation, Gongsun Qian recalled... several times, Wang Ao seemed to be flirting with his Shiniang, and thinking about how handsome that guy's appearance really was... The more Gongsun Qian thought about it, the more he felt that the matter was true, and the idea of avenging this disciple was basically dispelled.

"How is it? This Building Lord, what I said is true, right?" Feng Bujue raised his voice and said with full energy, "I'll put my words here today, I killed the person! If you say I killed him wrongly, we will handle it according to Jianghu rules now. Life and death are destined, let's see the truth under our hands."

"Building Lord Gongsun, you should give us an explanation." Ji Tong watched for a long time and finally understood, so he said gloatingly.

The other martial artists present also recognized that what Feng Bujue said was the truth. They whispered and discussed, and the tone was basically: This time, the Wanjia Building is probably not easy to end. It turns out that his disciple's behavior was improper, and he was killed on the spot because of his inferior skills. Does this mean he has to seek revenge?

"Wang Ao... really made those frivolous gestures in front of you?" Gongsun Qian asked.

Feng Bujue also knew that this lie could not stand scrutiny. Even if Wang Ao was drunk, and he was completely sure that the five people in front of him didn't know martial arts, as a disciple of a famous and upright sect, he wouldn't do such rogue behavior as molesting women in the street. Besides, Si Yu's appearance in the game was far from being as beautiful as a city or a country. Wang Ao had seen women before, so was it necessary? Logically speaking, the probability of this situation happening was not zero, but it was indeed extremely small.

"What? Do you think Wang Ao's actions... don't deserve to die?" Feng Bujue suddenly showed a violent look, took a step forward, and actually reached out and grabbed Gongsun Qian's collar, "Then now, in front of Building Lord Gongsun, I will say a few flirtatious words to your wife, and you can tolerate it?"

On the surface, he seemed furious, but Feng Bujue was very calm at the moment. His response was very cunning. He didn't answer the question raised by Gongsun Qian just now at all, but instead dragged the focus to other places, as if the truth of the flirting matter didn't need to be discussed anymore. No matter what you Gongsun Qian said, you were just looking for excuses.

Feng Bujue's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations, and Building Lord Gongsun was caught off guard and failed to avoid the other party's outstretched hand. Gongsun Qian had been in Jianghu for so long, but he had never encountered this kind of behavior that only small gangsters would do. Martial artists would fight you if they wanted to, but no one would step forward and grab the collar to intimidate the other party. Even the people from the Giant Whale Gang, who came from private salt dealers, wouldn't do this.

"Young hero, calm down." Gongsun Qian didn't know how to deal with it at this moment. It would be too despicable if he slapped the other party now. So he had to reply, "I definitely don't mean that."

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly and let go of the other party, but he still had a displeased expression on his face.

His teammates were amazed by his realistic performance. Bei Ling couldn't help but lean close to Xiao Tan's ear and whisper, "Movie emperor..."

"Who said no..." Xiao Tan also replied.

Even Shi Yanran, who was standing opposite, was inexplicable and wondered in her heart: I was the one who killed Wang Ao last night, right? It should be me, right? It was me and Gongsun Li who joined forces to frame them, right? What's going on now? This person not only took the blame for me, but also smoothed out the story, and acted as if it was true. Is this person crazy?

"Uh... I haven't asked for your honorable name, young hero." Gongsun Qian straightened his clothes and put on a more polite expression. At this moment, he also understood that it was meaningless to argue about right and wrong. Obviously, the other party had the upper hand, and facing the burning gazes of so many Jianghu colleagues present, if he insisted to the end, he would only further disgrace himself.

"Liao Lord of the Broken Sword Tea House, Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue clasped his fists and bowed.

This sentence was not easy to answer either. Gongsun Qian had never heard of this sect, and he wasn't shameless enough to casually reply with a "I've heard of you for a long time". He could only change the subject and reply, "Uh... Liao Lord Feng, Wang Ao's actions were ignorant of etiquette, righteousness, and shame, and violated the rules of my Wanjia Building. This person deserved to die, it's good to kill him." He called him by his name, no longer mentioning the title of "disciple", "I was negligent in my investigation and was careless in accepting disciples... Young Hero Feng cleaned up this rat for Wanjia Building, but I was ignorant of the reason and have offended you a lot. Please forgive me, Liao Lord..."

"Um... this sounds like human words." Feng Bujue sat down again, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. He was not polite to Gongsun Qian at all at this moment, acting as if "I killed someone and I'm still right".

This Liao Lord Feng was so disrespectful and his attitude was extremely arrogant, so Building Lord Gongsun's old face was a little embarrassed. Looking at Ji Tong's mocking expression on the side, Gongsun Qian felt a surge of anger rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He thought to himself... he must not sit back like this in silence, he had to find a way to get back his face. Of course, he definitely couldn't directly attack, otherwise he would be said to be "bullying others". So, he prepared to provoke with words, even if they didn't fight, he would still humiliate the other party.

Thinking of this, Gongsun Qian opened his mouth and said: "Hehe... Liao Lord Feng, I have been involved in Jianghu for many years..." He smiled pretentiously and said, "But I have never heard of the Broken Sword Tea House sect. Young hero, you are young, but your martial arts are superb, and you are the head of a sect. I wonder who your teacher is? Where did you establish your sect? And... how many disciples does your sect have?"

Ladies and gentlemen, this is courting death...

If language is a weapon, Gongsun Qian is like a club (a kind of weapon, an ancient weapon, to put it plainly, it is a wooden stick), and Feng Bujue is like an Armstrong cyclone acceleration jet Armstrong cannon.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised one side of his mouth, revealing a lewd smile, and his expression immediately gave Gongsun Qian goosebumps and a strong sense of foreboding.

Feng Bujue naturally understood the other party's thoughts. He sneered and replied, "It's easy to say, I learned it myself, opened the mountain gate myself, this sect has no fixed residence, except for me and my wife, there are only three Liao guests."