Xuanxia

Chapter 241: Taking Advantage of the Wind
Yan Dongqing could never have imagined that an ordinary young man lying beside Yue Heng's wheelchair, howling like a wild boar, could be so resistant to a beating!
Fu Qingzhou protected Yue Heng and used his back to withstand the punches and kicks of these playboys.

But it really doesn’t hurt…

With his current skills, even if you find a martial arts master at the fifth level to beat him, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to break his defense without using weapons. It would be considered powerful if they could make his skin red and swollen.

And these young men whose steps are weak and whose bodies are hollowed out by alcohol and sex...

Fu Qingzhou really wanted to say, even when it comes to massaging the back, no one is as lazy as you.

But it doesn't look like that to outsiders.

The people around only saw these young masters suddenly rushing up, then jumping over and attacking, and Yue Shusheng's good brother blocked the attack with himself...

Then the young masters started beating the guy like crazy, and the guy being beaten kept howling and screaming in such a miserable way, it was simply inhumane!
Those young masters' hands were sore and tired from fighting, and they even picked up wooden chairs and roadside stones and threw them at Fu Qingzhou.

At this point, even the passers-by who had originally dared not to provoke them could no longer bear to watch.

"Hey... gentlemen, if you keep fighting like this, someone might die, right?"

An old man trembled and said, "Almost, that's enough..."

This sound immediately attracted a dandy young man.

The young man was sweating profusely from beating someone and had just broken a wooden board. When he heard someone shout to stop, he immediately turned around and gave the old man a fierce look.

"How come it's almost done?"

The young man rolled up his sleeves, holding a half piece of wood in his hand, and strode towards the old man, saying viciously: "You want to speak for him, right?!"

The old man stepped back in shock, and the crowd around him was also in an uproar.

Just as the young man raised the wooden board, Tang Jiao hid in the crowd, snapped her fingers, and an invisible sword energy shot out from between her fingers and hit the wooden board.

In an instant, the already fragile and broken wooden board exploded, and wood chips splashed all over the young man's face.

"Ouch!"

The young man cried out in surprise and fell to the ground with a thud.

Yan Dongqing and the other playboys were shocked. Some young man turned around and yelled, "Fuck you, you peasants dare to hit our people?!"

At the same time, Tang Jiao pinched her throat and shouted, "Hit someone! Hit someone! The dandy young man is hitting someone!"

Chaos... that's how it started.

For a while, the enemies of the young masters were not only Yue Heng and Fu Qingzhou, but also the spectators around them.

The spectators were already dissatisfied with the behavior of these young masters, and just now they saw the old man almost being beaten, so the simple moral concepts in people's bones took effect, and they also saw these young masters rushing towards them aggressively...

"Damn it, what's so great about you guys!"

In the crowd, those who were originally watching the fun could no longer bear it, and waves of curses rose up!
"You guys don't bully people like this!"

"A bunch of second-generation rich kids, if you have the guts, go to the north and fight the Northern Yi barbarians!"

Yan Dongqing and others had never seen such a scene before. Usually, the people in Hengfeng City would take a detour when they saw them. This time, they were so embarrassed that their faces turned red and they cursed back rudely.

"You are a bunch of mud-legged people, you are rebelling, right?"

"You're looking for death! Do you want to be slapped?"

"You fucking jump again? If you do that again, I'll sell all your wives and daughters to brothels!"

Spit and curses were flying everywhere. People on both sides were red in the face and waving their fists in the air like sharp knives, wishing they could stab them into the enemy's throat.

A chaotic battle is about to break out!
Just then, a burst of dense and heavy footsteps was heard on the street.

"Stop it all!"

With a loud shout, a group of tall and burly servants, who were obviously well-trained in cultivation, rushed into the crowd and forcibly separated the crowd. Then, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a handsome but gloomy face, strode over, escorted by his servants.

"Brother Jun!"

When Yan Dongqing saw this person, he was overjoyed and hurriedly went up to him: "You don't know, these bastards..."

Before he could finish his words, the young man - Lan Hongjun suddenly raised his hand and slapped Yan Dongqing hard in the face!

The slap was so heavy that the sound of "slap" could be heard at least halfway across the street. Yan Dongqing was hit so hard that his feet left the ground and flew out heavily, falling into the crowd. For a moment, everyone was stunned, whether it was the group of dandies or the surrounding people, all of them stared with wide eyes and stood still, and the air seemed to freeze.

After a while, Yan Dongqing finally reacted and slowly got up from the ground. His face was swollen and his eyes were full of disbelief. He said in horror: "Brother Jun? Why, why..."

"What a shame!"

Lan Hongjun gritted his teeth and said, "Don't ever say you know me again!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the calligraphy and painting stall.

Next to the calligraphy and painting stall, Yue Heng had cried until his voice was hoarse, but he was still howling.

Fu Qingzhou still protected Yue Heng, pretending to be beaten half to death. He did not turn around, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Why did Lan Hongjun appear here so early in the morning?
Why did he give Yan Dongqing a big fight right away?

The answer is simple - the place where Fu Qingzhou chose for Yue Heng to set up the stall, the silver shop across the street, is one of the Lan family's largest industries here.

When you go out to cause trouble, the choice of address is very important.

Fu Qingzhou had already found out everything clearly - there was no need to go to the Nebula Chamber of Commerce or Qianfang Baixiao Building or anything like that. He could basically understand the whole thing by visiting a few restaurants and listening to people bragging.

Although Lan Junhong's father, Lan Wanxiong, is only a branch of the Xishan Lan family, he is the real richest man in Hengfeng City.

Not only do they have a big business, but because they have the support of the Lan family, they also have countless subtle relationships with local government officials.

Such characters need not only wealth, but also fame, status, and power...

And face.

Face is very important.

Now if someone screams and cries across the street from your store, saying that you are bullying him, it is almost the same as smashing your sign. The trouble is that the other party looks more pitiful and more right.

What's more troublesome is that more and more people are watching and the news is spreading more and more...

Long before Yan Dongqing and the others showed up, the news had already reached Lan Wanxiong's ears. Lan Wanxiong, who had just gotten up, kicked open the door of his son's bedroom and started a fierce fight.

Lan Hongjun was beaten so hard that stars appeared in his eyes and he looked confused. After a while, he realized that it was his younger brother who had quietly caused trouble for him.

So without saying a word, he brought a group of servants and came to kill them.

What he saw was Yan Dongqing and his gang yelling and cursing at a group of people on the street. At the calligraphy and painting stall, Yue Heng and another stranger looked like they were almost beaten to death.

Face...face is very important.

Yan Dongqing and his group of young masters are now acting arrogantly under the banner of Master Lan.

You say you bully someone normally, and it doesn’t matter as long as nothing happens.

If something goes wrong, you have to deal with it.

Not only can she not settle this issue, she also started a quarrel with someone on the street, which was really... too shameful.

If you want to find opponents, why not find stronger ones?
Even though Yue Heng offended Master Lan at the poetry meeting, wouldn't it be enough to just drive him away? How could he allow someone to cause trouble right at my doorstep?

That would be fine, but now a poor scholar and a bunch of peasants can actually make you lose face on the street? And...it seems like you were beaten by them?

Where can you put Master Lan’s face?

Therefore, Lan Hongjun did not even think twice. The first thing he did was to give the big fighting bucket that his father had given him to Yan Dongqing without any hesitation!

"Yue Heng, right?"

Lan Hongjun took a few deep breaths and managed to calm down. He cast his gaze towards Yue Heng and said in a loud and deliberate voice, "I remember you, the talented scholar at the poetry gathering. I never said I wanted to exclude you. It was this group of people..."

He glared at the dandies around him, scaring the young gentlemen away one after another.

"…It's these bastards who misunderstood what I meant!"

Lan Hongjun pursed his lips and turned around to say word by word to the servant beside him: "Come here, buy all the calligraphy and paintings of this scholar Yue, give him a carriage, a bag of medicine, and give him fifty taels of silver, and send him out of the city!"

Yue Heng was still crying loudly. Fu Qingzhou leaned beside him and said softly, "Okay, your sister Chuchu...forgives you."

(End of this chapter)