Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 79 Lang Tao takes action
"Lang Tao, what are you crazy about!"

Leng Feibai shouted angrily and took a few steps back, "You dare to attack me? If it weren't for Duoduo, you would have died a few times."

"How dare you mention it!"

Langtao swung both swords at the same time, slashing at Leng Feibai's eyes, chest, lower abdomen and other parts.

Zhu Ge and Ye Chong looked at Lang Tao who suddenly attacked, glanced at each other, and started watching the show.

"Borrow a knife!"

Leng Feibai finished speaking and raised his hand to grab at the air. A guard's sword flew out of its sheath and landed in his hand.

The sword danced like the wind. Leng Feibai was hesitant so he did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, he focused on defense and blocked all of Lang Tao's swords.

The two fought for a full half-minute. Leng Feibai could no longer bear it and a burst of energy burst out from his knife, pushing Lang Tao back several steps.

"You've been crazy enough!"

Leng Feibai angrily cursed, "You are a wolf peach, not a mad dog, why are you fighting as soon as we meet!"

"Bah, you ungrateful man!"

Lang Tao said angrily, "Five years ago, you declared your love to my junior sister, and then after a fight with my master, you disappeared without a trace. There has been no news of you for five whole years."

"Please, do you think your master was a weakling?"

Leng Feibai said unhappily, "I spent two years recuperating in Danzhou before I was able to force out the remaining Qi that your master left in my body."

"Humph"

Lang Tao then retracted his two swords and said coldly, "She has also waited for you for five years. You must give her an explanation."

After saying that, Lang Tao retracted his two swords and turned back to the inn.

"For your sake, I won't cause you any trouble during this time."

After saying that, Lang Tao went straight back to the inn.

"This bastard!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he returned the borrowed knife.

"Leng Feibai!"

Zhuge came up angrily, "You actually colluded with Beiqi Haitang Duoduo and told me..."

"roll!"

A cold light flashed in Leng Feibai's eyes, and he stopped the people from the Inspection Institute who wanted to step forward.

At the same time, murderous aura emanated from Leng Feibai's body and pressed towards Zhu Gewei.

"you!"

Zhuge felt extremely depressed and even more shocked. Leng Feibai was only twenty-five years old, but the murderous aura he exuded was no less than those psychopaths in the Seventh Division.

"OK OK!"

Ye Zhong immediately stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Lord Zhu, Leng Feibai is just a martial artist. His Majesty hasn't said anything, so don't start a fight here."

"I!"

Zhu Ge was about to retort, but seeing Leng Feibai's cold eyes, he angrily left with his subordinates.

"Master Ye, I'm sorry to trouble you with Dongyi City!"

Leng Feibai bowed to Ye Zhong and said, "If Yun Zhilan starts causing trouble, just have someone call me. The worst that can happen is I'll just go over and give him a beating."

After saying that, Leng Feibai turned around and found a place to sit down in the inn. He took out an unnamed book and started reading it, but his mind was thinking rapidly.

"Judging from the time, the Inspection Institute should be purging the traitors right now. It's a shame I can't intervene. Otherwise, I could still satisfy my urge to do it."

Leng Feibai was thinking while flipping through the book in his hand.

But in his eyes, through the eyes of his clone, he saw Zhuang Mohan quietly leaving the inn in a carriage.

"It's a pity for the old man. He only has a few months to live. He still has to worry about that old guy Sean. If it weren't for that incident at the banquet, the old man might have lived a little longer!" At the same time, a carriage stopped outside a secluded courtyard in the city.

The next moment, a servant helped Zhuang Mohan get off the car and into the yard.

Inside the yard, three figures, one man and two women, had been waiting there for a long time.

"Mr. Zhuang!"

The man bowed to Zhuang Mohan and said, "I am the Minister of Rites, Guo Youzhi, and this is the Princess of Qing."

Zhuang Mohan looked at the woman in front of him and said calmly, "I know. The princess asked me to come here on the pretext of my brother. I wonder what she wants to do?"

Li Yunrui, dressed in black, smiled charmingly and said, "Mr. Zhuang, there's no need to worry. Please accompany me for tea first. Mr. Guo, you can go down and rest first."

Guo Youzhi nodded and left the yard on his own initiative.

On both sides of the stone table in the courtyard, Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan sat facing each other, each with a cup of steaming tea in front of them.

Zhuang Mohan said straight to the point, "Princess, if you have something to say, just say it. I can't stay outside for too long."

Li Yunrui smiled and said, "Okay, come here, show the poem to Mr. Zhuang."

The maid beside him pulled out a piece of white paper with a poem written on it from her sleeve and handed it to Zhuang Mohan.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen leaves are rustling down, the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. I am often a guest in the sad autumn thousands of miles away, and I am alone on the stage for a hundred years due to illness. The hardship and hatred have made my hair white, and I have just stopped drinking muddy wine in my poverty."

Zhuang Mohan was overjoyed when he saw this and quickly said, "Who is the poet who created this? I want to meet him."

"Mr. Zhuang, this is why I want to see you!"

Li Yunrui gritted his teeth and said, "The man who wrote this poem is called Fan Xian, and he and I have an eternal feud. Mr. Zhuang, please find a way to destroy this man's reputation. Once you succeed, I will find a way to rescue your brother from his imprisonment."

Zhuang Mohan's expression changed slightly after hearing this, and his eyes were full of pity.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhuang Mohan sighed and said, "I will find a way, but before that, I must hear the news that Qingguo is willing to release my brother!"

After saying that, Zhuang Mohan stood up with the help of his servant and left the courtyard.

Watching Zhuang Mohan leave, Li Yunrui snorted coldly, "This old fellow is really vigilant, but I have already made preparations. Inform the Junshan Society's personnel stationed in Shangjing to deliver the news about Yan Bingyun to Jinyiwei Shen Zhong."

That night, Leng Feibai returned to the Fan Mansion with a slightly tired look in his eyes.

Inside the room, Fan Xian and Wu Zhu were chatting about something.

"Uncle, I went to the deep dungeon of the Inspection Institute today. There was a terrifying person imprisoned there."

"How can it not be terrifying?"

Leng Feibai's voice suddenly rang out, "That's Sean, the head of the Northern Wei secret service and the leader of the Jinyi Tiqi. He was the one who crippled Chen Pingping's legs. But Sean didn't end up well either. Not only was he arrested, but his entire family was killed at the hands of the Inspection Bureau."

"Brother Feibai is back!"

Seeing Leng Feibai's thoughts, Fan Xian quickly said, "Brother Feibai, Zhuge told Chen Pingping about you in front of me today, saying that you were having an affair with Northern Qi's Saintess Haitang Duoduo. Should we arrest you and investigate further?"

"Humph"

Leng Feibai snorted coldly and said nothing. Fan Xian continued, "Dean Chen said that he and His Majesty had known about this for a long time. His Majesty also said that if you can abduct the Saint Girl of Northern Qi to Qing Kingdom, you will be credited with a merit."

"hehe!"

Leng Feibai leaned against the bookshelf and asked, "Has the date for the negotiation been set?"

"Five days later!"

After hearing this, Leng Feibai continued, "Ask Xin Qiwu more about the negotiations. If nothing works, just be an observer. If a fight breaks out, remember to stay away."

"Fight!"

Fan Xian couldn't help but say, "I'm going to negotiate, not to fight. How could a fight break out?"

Leng Feibai shrugged helplessly after hearing this and said, "Then you'll know what a full-scale violence in the parliament means."

(End of this chapter)