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The man's face stiffened at first, then a hint of embarrassment and panic flashed across his face.

Then, seemingly realizing that he had already been seen and there was no point in hiding it, he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Li Fu's direction, a somewhat embarrassed smile appearing on his face.

Then, with a few leaps and bounds, he vanished into the night like a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the darkness of the alleyway across the street.

He moved with graceful movements and possessed remarkable lightness skills.

Chen Tao, slightly tipsy, also witnessed this amusing scene and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey, boss, look, that looks like the room of Yanzi Niang, the top courtesan of Nuanxiang Pavilion!"

This man…could he be a customer of a brothel? Why is he acting so furtively, like he's stealing a kiss?

Several constables, who were half-drunk, followed Chen Tao out to offer him more drinks, and they also witnessed what had just happened.

One person slapped his forehead and said jokingly:

"Ha, I get it!"

This man must have gone out to seek pleasure, and his wife, the shrew, found out and brought her family to block his door!

In his panic, he jumped out of the window and fled!

"Tsk tsk, he's quite skilled, but he's also henpecked. What a boring life for a man!"

The other person laughed as well.

No, no.

I thought the kid was quite handsome, with a dashing air about him.

Maybe that Swallow Girl was having an affair with him behind the madam's back, letting him spend the night for free!

Hey, what a stroke of luck! It's truly a life well-lived!

Fueled by the alcohol, everyone burst into laughter.

Li Fu could see clearly that although the man did not display profound martial arts skills, the lightness of his body when he left showed that he had a solid foundation in internal strength.

A slight smile appeared on his lips; he found the matter quite amusing and casually remarked.

"This person is probably not a native of Yanzhou."

Although he did not display his superior martial arts skills, the lightness of his movements when he left showed that his martial arts cultivation was extraordinary.

"To possess such martial arts skills at such a young age, have you ever heard of such a person in the North?"

Chen Tao was smiling when he heard this, and he was stunned. He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he had sobered up a bit.

"ah!

I remembered.

That ancient sword with its black sheath had a simple cloud pattern on the hilt and a crimson tassel!

And that movement... graceful as a startled swan, swift as lightning... Could that person be Huo Shuyan, the Flying Rainbow Swordsman who has risen to fame in recent years?

The most outstanding disciple under the leader of the Kongtong Sect in Jingzhou, and a recognized top figure among the younger generation in the martial arts world!

It is rumored that this person's swordsmanship has been passed down from the head of the Kongtong Sect.

As for his character... well, he's said to be extremely upright. In the martial arts world, he's considered one of the most promising disciples of the Kongtong Sect to become the next sect leader!

Unexpectedly... he actually appeared in Yanzhou, and... and he came out of Nuanxiang Pavilion in this way...

As the conversation progressed, Chen Tao's tone became strange, carrying a hint of disbelief and sarcasm.

Li Fu's expression was slightly strange as he pondered, "The Kongtong Sect... I remember it, it's a legitimate Taoist sect that emphasizes tranquility, non-action, and self-cultivation, right?"

Although he wasn't very experienced in the martial arts world, he was still familiar with the basic origins of the major sects.

The Kongtong Sect has a long history. Although it also practices martial arts to strengthen the body and uphold justice, its roots are ultimately in Taoism. Its rules and regulations have always placed strict requirements on the character of its disciples.

Upon hearing this, the constables who had been laughing and joking couldn't hold back any longer and burst into even louder laughter.

"Hahaha!

A highly accomplished disciple of the Daoist sect, possibly the future leader of the Kongtong Sect, actually... actually spent the night in a brothel and escaped by jumping out of a window!

"If this gets out, his reputation as the Flying Rainbow Swordsman will probably turn into that of the Window-Jumping Swordsman!"

"The Taoist priest couldn't bear the strict rules and came down the mountain to have some fun!"

"If the Kongtong Sect Leader knew that his most prized disciple was experiencing the mortal world in this way, wouldn't he be so furious that he'd want to exterminate the sect?"

"That's right, if word gets out..."

Are they competing to become the next leader?

Could those old-fashioned elders of the Kongtong Sect tolerate their future leader having such a scandalous affair that violates the sect's rules?

The more they talked, the more outrageous it became, fueled by alcohol, and they spoke without restraint.

"Alright, everyone shut up."

Li Fu waved his hand, his smile fading.

"Stop talking about it. Don't gossip about what happened today and cause trouble."

The constables, who had been laughing so hard they were doubled over, immediately fell silent, sobering up a bit and realizing that this was no small matter.

Who is Huo Shuyan?

The Kongtong Sect is a major orthodox sect in the martial arts world, with deep roots and enormous influence.

Huo Shuyan himself is a leading figure among the younger generation in the martial arts world, and he is very likely to take the lead of a sect in the future.

If such a private scandal were to leak out of their mouths and spread throughout the martial arts world, the Kongtong Sect would have to protect its reputation, or Huo Shuyan might lose his position as the next sect leader.

I'm afraid they won't let this go easily.

They were somewhat sobered up by the shock, and the more they thought about it, the more horrified they became, each feeling that they had seen something they shouldn't have seen.

Chen Tao immediately straightened up and said:

"The boss is right!"

Brothers, today we're just drinking to celebrate our boss's promotion. We didn't see or hear anything else!

Don't be so careless with your words and gossip, causing trouble for everyone.

The constables nodded vigorously, swearing oaths: "Don't worry, sir! Don't worry, Constable Chen! We know what's important!"

"Yes, yes, we didn't see anything!"

"Let's drink, let's drink! Today, we're only drinking!"

Seeing that they were alert, Li Fu said no more.

"Let's go back and keep drinking, don't spoil everyone's fun."

Chen Tao quickly put on a smile: "That's right, boss. Please do us the honor of having a couple more drinks. Don't let the brothers' good intentions go to waste."

Come on, everyone, let's toast our leader!

The atmosphere became lively again, but no one dared to mention Huo Shuyan again.

Li Fu couldn't refuse, so he drank a few more cups with them.

Huo Shuyan was indeed a prominent figure in the martial arts world, and his status as a disciple of the Kongtong Sect leader was prestigious enough to make countless martial arts practitioners look up to him and curry favor with him.

But in Li Fu's eyes, this person might have good martial arts skills and a bright future, but he was not a big deal.

His warning was not because he was afraid of the Kongtong Sect, but simply to remind Chen Tao and the others.

For Li Fu, tonight's chance encounter was nothing more than a harmless, albeit somewhat interesting, little episode.

He didn't take it to heart and continued drinking with Chen Tao and the others.

……

The banquet lasted until late at night.

When the moon was high in the sky, Li returned home.

He had just had a small gathering with Chen Tao and others at a restaurant. During the meal, the constables kept toasting him, and he drank his wine in one gulp without changing his expression.

With his century-long cultivation, a mere drop of wine was like water to him; after circulating it through his body, he felt no intoxication whatsoever.

The courtyard was quiet. He drew water from the well, scooped up a handful, and splashed it on his face.

The cool well water made my skin tingle slightly, but it also dispelled the smoky atmosphere of the restaurant and a bit of imperceptible fatigue.

He wasn't physically exhausted, but rather his mind needed a moment of clarity after days of turmoil.

Pushing open the wooden window, a gentle night breeze, carrying the slight chill of late autumn, brought only refreshing coolness to this master of internal martial arts.

Li Fu's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the direction of the Yanzhou Iron Prison outside the city.

The images of Ma Shixiong, Yang Jiu, and the others facing imminent doom during the day, as well as the image of a prisoner who had vanished from a cell in the deep jail, resurfaced in my mind.

"Zhang Hengbo, the Iron Stream King..."

He murmured the name, his brow furrowing slightly.

This person was completely different from the usual rebel kings who occupied mountains and controlled prefectures and counties.

He never established a stronghold, never occupied a city, and never claimed the title of king. He was a wanderer, yet he had a group of generals who were devoted to him.

Most of these people came from poor backgrounds and had great faith in Zhang Hengbo. They were willing to follow him on his long journeys, traveling to various places.

For this reason, although the imperial court had devised a plan to capture Zhang Hengbo five years earlier, causing his army of over 100,000 men, mostly composed of rebels, to collapse,

However, its core subordinates and key personnel did not suffer many losses; they were simply dispersed and went into hiding even deeper under the pursuit of the imperial court.

"It seems that the army of over 100,000 has disappeared."

But throughout history, rebellions have primarily involved coercion.

Li Fu pondered.

"When people are starving and the world is in dire straits, as long as someone raises a call to action and breaks through one or two poorly defended county towns, opens the granaries and distributes grain, the army can grow like a snowball."

It is not difficult to gather tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of rioters to join the cause.

He recalled what he had seen and heard: the tribute of flowers and stones, the tribute of birthday gifts, and the endless stream of exorbitant taxes and levies.

With frequent floods and droughts in various regions, the people are struggling to make a living. This Great Zhao is by no means a peaceful and prosperous world, but rather resembles a dilapidated house full of dry firewood.

"Zhang Hengbo's old core members are still around, and his title of Iron Stream King still has considerable appeal among the common people and the underworld."

Given the right opportunity, a single spark can reignite a raging inferno.

Furthermore… given the suppression of the world in recent years and the growing fame of the Iron Stream King, once he erupts, his power may surpass that of the past, and it is not impossible for him to gather hundreds of thousands of followers.”

Killing Zhang Hengbo alone won't solve the problem of the Iron Stream Army.

Therefore, after capturing Zhang Hengbo, the imperial court did not rush to execute him publicly, but secretly imprisoned him in a heavily guarded place like the Iron Prison in Yanzhou.

The intention is nothing more than two things: either to pry open their mouths through torture or bribery, and to dig out the list and contact information of their hidden subordinates.

Or perhaps they could set a trap, using Zhang Hengbo as bait to lure his loyal former subordinates to break him out of prison, so as to wipe out the remaining forces and eliminate any future troubles.

Meanwhile, amidst the undercurrents of the martial arts world, sporadic news has been circulating for the past five years.

Although Tie Liuwang was imprisoned, his former followers did not scatter like birds and beasts. Instead, they secretly continued their activities, plotting to rescue him every single day.

Now it seems they actually did it.

It's just unknown what methods were used or who was persuaded to act as an inside agent, that allowed them to silently remove someone from the heavily guarded Yanzhou Iron Prison.

"The truth will eventually come out."

Li Fu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The escape of Iron Stream King Zhang Hengbo can be concealed for a while, but not forever."

Once the news spreads, it will be earth-shattering, shaking the court and the public, and will surely ignite the ambitions of countless ambitious or desperate individuals throughout the land.

"But little did we know that these five years of dark and hopeless imprisonment had worn down the sharp edges and ambition of this Iron Stream King, so that he only wanted to live in anonymity and flee overseas to end his remaining years after his lucky escape."

Or is it more like a caged beast released from its cage, its anger surging, its ambition rekindled, determined to reclaim its old ways, stir up the winds of change, and rise to even greater heights than before?

After a moment of turmoil, Li Fu slowly exhaled and stopped thinking about it.

He turned and walked into the courtyard, where the moonlight spread out like a silver veil.

With a slight thought, the footwork naturally flowed.

Its body suddenly veers to the left, then to the right, like willow catkins in the wind, or duckweed floating on water; it appears in front of you, then suddenly behind you.

It is the Lingbo Weibu, a skill at its peak!

This footwork is not only ethereal and otherworldly, but also in accordance with the principles of the I Ching. The breathing and steps are synchronized while walking, which promotes the circulation of internal energy. Even when fighting and dodging, one can recover internal strength at the same time. It is truly infinitely mysterious.

He traversed all sixty-four hexagram positions in the courtyard, displaying extraordinary agility that complemented his powerful internal energy. Under the moonlight, he truly appeared ethereal and otherworldly, making him elusive and unpredictable.

His lightness skill and agility were so high that even martial arts masters would find it hard to believe that such lightness skill and such ethereal and graceful agility existed in the world.

As night deepened, Yanzhou City gradually fell silent.

But many people are destined to be sleepless tonight.

Inside the iron prison, the lights were on, and the four generals were like ants on a hot pan, directing their men to conduct futile searches and interrogations.

A cloud of despair hung over everyone inside the iron prison.

Feng Shaoting was also greatly surprised and in a panic. He immediately sent someone to report to the court that the wanted criminal Tie Liu Wang had escaped from the iron prison in Yanzhou.

Meanwhile, in the martial arts world, through some clandestine channels, astonishing news of Iron Stream King's escape is spreading at an alarming speed...

……

In the days that followed, Yanzhou City appeared calm, but the undercurrents never subsided.

The massacre of the village involved the powerful Prime Minister Cai, so it was definitely not that simple.

Sure enough, on that day, an uninvited guest arrived at the prefectural government office.

The visitor, surnamed Zhou, claimed to be a clerk from the Prime Minister's residence.

He was around forty years old, with a fair complexion and a light beard. He wore a square scarf on his head and a brocade robe. He was refined in demeanor, but there was always an inescapable air of arrogance between his brows, giving him the air of a lowly official in front of a prime minister.

Even if it's just a document.

Prefect Feng Shaoting dared not neglect him and welcomed him into the flower hall, serving him fragrant tea.

Mr. Zhou didn't stand on ceremony. He held up his official kiln porcelain cup, gently skimmed off the foam with the lid, and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"Lord Feng, I have come on the orders of the Prime Minister, and there are two matters I must discuss with you."

"Please speak, Zhou Wenshu."

Feng Shaoting said.

"This first item," Mr. Zhou put down his teacup and took out an official document from his sleeve, "is about the strange people and related tokens that your office seized a few days ago."

Upon investigation, it was found that this was a special token issued by the Prime Minister's residence for handling a certain confidential matter, and it was a misunderstanding.

"The Prime Minister has ordered that this batch of witnesses and evidence be handed over immediately for me to take back to the Prime Minister's residence for processing."

Feng Shaoting took the official document and glanced at it quickly. Sure enough, it was a transfer order personally signed by Prime Minister Cai. His heart skipped a beat, and he said repeatedly, "Yes, I will arrange it immediately."

"The second thing,"

Mr. Zhou's tone softened, but it still carried an undeniable air of authority.

"It's about Tang Boyong, the second young master of the Tang Clan in Sichuan."

This person may have acted rashly and offended your esteemed office.

In fact, he also held the identity of a military officer. He came to Yanzhou to serve the imperial court, carrying out a secret order from the Ministry of Justice to investigate a major case involving the treacherous schemes of the Jianghu evil sects.

Due to the restrictions of the secret order, it was inconvenient to speak openly with the local authorities, which led to some... misunderstandings.

He emphasized the word "misunderstanding".

"This is the Ministry of War's official document, which can prove his identity."

Mr. Zhou then took out a document stamped with a bright red seal.

"As for the previous events, they were all due to secret operations. I hope Prefect Feng will understand and not pursue the matter further."

"Releasing the Second Young Master Tang will settle this matter."

Feng Shaoting knew in his heart that the secret order from the Ministry of Justice and the military officer were just excuses fabricated by Cai Feng to get people out of trouble and silence their critics.

Although he was the prefect of a prefecture, he dared not offend Cai Feng, who held immense power in the court, and could only say that everything would be done according to Cai Feng's wishes.

"Since the Prime Minister has given his decree, I will naturally obey."

"It's good that Lord Feng understands things."

Mr. Zhou nodded in satisfaction, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

Soon, the more than one hundred soldiers imprisoned in the government jail, along with related evidence, were all taken away by the people brought by Mr. Zhou.

The official document regarding the release of Tang Boyong was also quickly drafted and issued.

When the news reached Li Fu's ears, he was in his office at the yamen.

"Boss, what kind of situation is this?!"

Chen Tao rushed in, his face full of resentment, and explained the whole story in detail, finally cursing as he finished.

"What did Tang Boyong do!"

They led a group to besiege the imperial officials, using all sorts of hidden weapons and poisons. If it weren't for your superior martial arts skills, boss, we would all have perished there!

This is clearly a crime tantamount to rebellion.

Now look what's happened! A document from the Prime Minister's office, with just a few words, has been turned into a secret order and a misunderstanding?

To exonerate him, they even gave him the rank of adjutant!

Lieutenant General!

Many border soldiers have risked their lives on the frontier, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet they might not be able to earn this kind of future!

But some people sighed, their faces showing fear as they whispered.

"Hey Chen, brothers, watch your words."

That's Prime Minister Cai.

He wielded immense power, controlling everything under the sun.

He said black is white, so it is white. What can we do?

"You can't fight city hall."

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