Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 121 A Breeze in Jiangnan
Jiang Mingzhe guessed the man's identity and looked closely. He saw that the man was in his early thirties, with sunken cheeks, drooping eyebrows, a small and narrow face, and two mustaches. He was also very thin.

I couldn't help but think: If this person were to play Shi Qian, the Flea on the Drum, he wouldn't need any makeup!
The Monkey King once said: "Though I am small, I am strong and capable!"

Today, after seeing this man in black, Jiang Mingzhe finally understood what "small but strong joints" meant!
In terms of physique alone, Mu Wanqing was a whole size bigger than him. It could be said that among men, there were very few who were shorter and thinner than him.

Despite his short and thin stature, this man was incredibly fierce, his punches and kicks were swift and decisive, and in the blink of an eye, he had knocked down a large number of the men from Qin Family Village.

Sima Lin exclaimed in surprise, "Who are you, and what is your relationship with Murong of Gusu?"

The man in black laughed loudly, "I am the master of Xuan Shuang Manor under the Murong family of Gusu. Jiangnan is a place where trouble is rampant. People will find a fight even if there is nothing wrong with them. How dare you, with your audacity, come and cause trouble for the Murong family! Enough with the nonsense, let's finish this fight before we talk nonsense!"

Upon hearing that he was under the command of the Murong clan, Sima Lin's expression changed, and he said, "He really is a lackey of the Murong family! Fellow martial uncles and junior brothers, let's join forces to capture this man and interrogate him to find out the truth about the Murong clan!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw out a string of iron bodhi seeds. The other twenty or so people also started to fight. Some threw iron lotus seeds, some threw iron caltrops, some threw flying locust stones, and some threw green needles and shadowless needles. In an instant, the sky was filled with hidden weapons.

Jiang Mingzhe watched in awe, thinking to himself that such an attack was truly terrifying. If he were in that situation, he would only be able to open his fan-sword for protection; there was no other way. Even with the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), it would be difficult to dodge these densely packed hidden weapons.

But who knows how Feng Bo'e will deal with it!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he heard Feng Bo'e let out a strange cry. He shrunk into a ball of flesh the size of a bucket, rolled around, and landed under a table. The table then bounced up like a giant mushroom after the rain, spinning rapidly and catching all the hidden weapons.

Jiang Mingzhe's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, "That's it! The Qingcheng Sect's hidden weapons have a characteristic: they are small and light. Otherwise, if they had iron gall bladders, meteor hammers, or large flying knives, a wooden table would definitely be no match for them."

Just as he thought of this, he heard Sima Lin shout, "A thousand thunderbolts strike!"

With a whoosh, he flung his small hammer out, followed by more than ten other small hammers. With a loud crash, the eight-immortal table was smashed to pieces.

The evil monster shouted, "Well done!" It darted out like a big rat, scurried along the pillar, and climbed up the roof beam in a few quick movements.

He lay down on the beam and laughed, "If you have the guts to break the beam, I'll admit defeat. Otherwise, I'll take a nap here and fight you when I wake up!"

He said he was going to sleep, and he really was. In just a moment, snoring came from the rafters.

The main hall of this restaurant is quite high, with the crossbeams more than two zhang above the ground. No one from the Qin Family Village of the Qingcheng Sect could jump up there. The beams and pillars are wide, and Feng Bo'e is thin and small. If he lay on them, not even the hem of his clothes would be visible, so naturally, no one could shoot at him.

If Feng Bo'e were to climb up the pillar like this, everyone would be afraid of being struck on the head by him, and for a moment they would be at a loss.

Mu Wanqing found it amusing and couldn't help but say, "Oh my, this 'One Gust of Wind' is really quite powerful. Just one person has left so many of us helpless."

Jiang Mingzhe blinked and said, "Us? We're not here to cause trouble for the Murong family, otherwise, how could we possibly make things difficult for them?"

Mu Wanqing grabbed his arm and shook it, saying, "If you have a way, then teach them. Young Master Sima has been so respectful to us all the way, it's not good to see him make things difficult."

Sima Lin was overjoyed, thinking that if Jiang Mingzhe was willing to take action, he could surely stop this storm. He quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Young Master Jiang is quick-witted. Please give us some advice. We came here in a fierce manner. If we can't even take down one of Murong's subordinates, what face will we have to seek revenge against Southern Murong?"

Jiang Mingzhe sighed and said, "Young Master, didn't we listen to storytelling in teahouses along the way? What do you think our army should do if the enemy relies on the high and thick city walls to hold out?"

Sima Lin asked in surprise, "That's war! What does that have to do with us? If it's a siege, a siege, well, then naturally it's about building earthen mounds and rainbow bridges... Oh dear!" He stopped mid-sentence, then his face lit up with elation: "Thank you, Young Master Jiang! I understand!"

He immediately ordered, "Fellow disciples, set up these tables and chairs. Have a few of you who are good at throwing hidden weapons stand on the chairs and shoot him. Let's see how he can dodge now!"

The Qingcheng Sect disciples were greatly encouraged and immediately began moving tables and chairs. Feng Bo'e stopped snoring and peeked at Jiang Mingzhe: "Hey, look at you, dressed so well, you're half as handsome as my young master. Why are you doing such a disgraceful thing, letting them deal with you, Master Feng?"

Jiang Mingzhe said with a smile, "I've heard people say that Jiangnan Yizhenfeng is the best fighter in the world. It's a rare opportunity to meet you today, and I was just looking forward to seeing you fight to your heart's content. But you've turned into a coward, which is not satisfying for me. So I can only offer some advice to force you to come down and fight."

Feng Bo'e was thoroughly annoyed. He stared at Jiang Mingzhe for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he laughed, "Watching others fight is never as fun as fighting your own time! Tell them to stop using hidden weapons, and I'll have a proper one-on-one fight with you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mingzhe waved his hand and immediately said, "If you don't dare, I don't care. I'm just afraid the girl next to you will look down on you!"

Mu Wanqing said anxiously, "I wouldn't! How can you talk such nonsense? Brother Jiang, don't listen to him!"

Feng Bo'e immediately perked up, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, and said, "You say you can't, but you can't help but think about it—"

He mimicked a woman's expression, pursing his lips and covering his mouth with his thick fingers, saying wistfully, "Alas, I thought this brother was all-powerful, so I gave him my heart. But I didn't expect that he wouldn't even respond to a challenge from such a skinny guy. I was afraid people would say I was being unreasonable, so I had to pretend not to care. But actually, I'm really... alas, so disappointed."

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. His clearly ugly face somehow managed to exude a touch of feminine charm. Mu Wanqing was so angry that she jumped up and down: "Young Master, hurry, hurry, quickly have them set up the table. I'll go up and kill him myself!"

Jiang Mingzhe laughed loudly: "You don't need to lift a finger, I'll go up and beat him up for you!"

Having said that, he used the lightness skill of the Chuiyun Sword Technique, gathered his internal energy, circled it from the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of his head, quickly descended to Yongquan and Chongyang acupoints, and then raised it to Zusanli acupoint. As he lifted it up, he lightly leaped onto the crossbeam without a trace of smoke or fire, and laughed, "Master Feng, let's fight!"

As soon as the word "fight" left his mouth, a punch was thrown out with a bang, the ultimate move of the Great Vajra Pestle, "One Pestle Breaks the Six Paths".

Feng Bo'e was caught off guard by the opponent's excellent lightness skill. However, he was extremely experienced in combat. Although he was slightly surprised, his body moved automatically. He struck the incoming fist with both palms in succession. He could tell that the opponent's punch was extremely heavy and that he would use the "Little Parting Hand" to deflect the force.

However, as their fists and palms collided, Feng Bo'e felt a surge of power rushing towards him, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. He quickly withdrew his hand and then struck out with his palm. With another shock, he struck out four palms in a flash. It was too late to strike a fifth palm. Jiang Mingzhe's fist went straight for the center of his body. In this hasty moment, his rich combat experience came into play. He crossed his arms and hugged his chest tightly. With two cracking sounds, a piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body!
The bones are broken! Both of them are broken!

A thought flashed through Feng Bo'e's mind, and following the opponent's force, he did a somersault and jumped off the crossbeam.

Several Qingcheng Sect disciples reached out to grab them, but Feng Bo'e's legs flashed, kicking the three of them to the ground with a series of thuds.

When he kicked, his body swayed, and his two forearms swung back and forth in a strange manner, but Feng Bo'e's expression remained unchanged, as if these were not his arms.

He then leaped backward, his rear end sticking out in mid-air, smashed open the window with a bang, and jumped up to escape.

He didn't forget to shout, "Kid, what great boxing skills! At Canhe Manor in Suzhou, you surnamed Feng will wait for your turn to fight again!"

Jiang Mingzhe leaped down and couldn't help but exclaim, "What a shrewd guy! I barely held back with that punch, and he actually took it head-on!"

(End of this chapter)