Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 91 Design

The decision to open the floodgates during the summer was like a depth charge.

The story of the monsters started in Qingyan City and continued to spread to the surrounding prefectures.

To prevent the Black Abyss Monster Fish from causing trouble.

The city was mainly patrolled by constables from three shifts and six departments, in coordination with elite Eastern Army soldiers.

But what was unexpected was the transformation of these black abyss monsters.

There were no signs of any injury.

While the panic was palpable on the surface, rumors of damage to the reservoirs and the inability to irrigate in the summer were spreading like wildfire throughout the city.

With the joint issuance of a public notice by the River Law Office and the Grain Commissioner's Office, and the intervention of the Grain Merchants' Alliance to appease them, the situation became clear.

They barely managed to stabilize the situation.

After the various families took back the ponds and reservoirs, they also took great care in the renovation work.

If the water doesn't come for a day, the wheat in the field will be dry for another day.

However, the repair work at each company is progressing very slowly.

Qin Huan was extremely anxious and came to plead with Zhou Mingde, Zhao Mingyuan and others many times, but was turned away each time.

Cao Heng didn't urge Feng Xiu on anything, but simply sent someone to tell him to resolve the matter as soon as possible.

Seven days later, a bombshell announcement personally issued by Cao Heng instantly shook the entire Yunzhou!

After the autumn harvest, a grand military exercise will be held, inviting heroes from Yunzhou!

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

In a simple courtyard on Dongyang Street.

Several maids, carrying brooms and towels, were about to pass under the eaves of the main courtyard room.

Suddenly, a furious roar came from the living room.

The group trembled with fright, quickly lowered their heads, and hurried away.

in the room.

On the tiger-skin chair, a robust middle-aged man with a square face, still seething with anger, slammed his hand on the table.

Instantly, the wooden table shattered into pieces, and tea leaves splashed out of the full cup of water.

"What exactly does he want? He wants my sect's most treasured internal cultivation technique? Who does he think he is!"

The robust middle-aged man was trembling with anger, his thick eyebrows quivering, and his breathing becoming heavy.

"Boss, they're determined to cause trouble. This matter... sigh..."

On the chair to the left below, sat three powerful-looking martial artists.

The gray-clad man at the head of the group gave a bitter laugh, and before he could finish speaking, he let out a long sigh with a sorrowful expression.

"Ha, Master Zhang, how dare you say that? If you hadn't repeatedly indulged Third Master, how could we have gotten involved with the Feng family?"

At the end, a man with sparse whites in his eyes smirked.

"Now that Third Master is dead, we don't know how to explain things to Master Hong, and the Feng family is being aggressive. What do you think we should do?"

""

Xu Hu stared intently at him again.

"Master, I have failed in my duty."

The man in the lead changed his expression and, before Xu Hu could say anything, stood up, bowed, and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"You neglected your duties. Do you think you can make up for the losses of these past few days just because you neglected your duties?"

Sitting in the main chair, Xiang Chen waved his hand wearily, frowned, and said coldly.

Gambling dens and gambling stalls are one of the gang's direct sources of income.

In recent days, rumors about cheating have been rampant in the city.

In restaurants and teahouses, old storytellers embellish their stories.

They practically regarded the Torch Gang as heinous demons, and their betting funds dwindled.

Originally, the surge in the number of displaced people in the city was a good opportunity for any gang to grow and expand.

Whether it's vying for territory or recruiting qualified young men into the gang, etc.

But then this happened.

"Feng Shouzhuo is just benefiting from the Feng family's influence. Chief, in my opinion, we should prepare a generous gift and visit the eldest son of the Feng family."

At this moment, Kong Feng, who was sitting in the middle below, steadied himself and spoke in a somewhat conciliatory tone.

"You think I haven't tried? Master Han, I've even used all my connections with Master Xiang, but they won't see me. What can I do?"

Xiang Chen's face was gloomy.

"The Feng family is currently riding high, and Feng Xiu doesn't even give Qin Huan face. Do you really think he can rely on a small gang like ours?"

"Moreover, this matter has already reached the Ten Gangs. People from several major gangs are telling me to resolve it as soon as possible, saying that I shouldn't offend Feng Xiu."

Xiang Chen gritted his teeth and spat out another sentence.

"They've latched onto the Feng family's coattails, and they're happy to play peacemaker, but they insist on making us bleed?"

A few days ago, many details about the Tangku Wangshui Pavilion were circulated online.

As a gang that relies on grain merchant families and various gangs for their livelihood, the Torch Gang naturally did some research as well.

Xiang Chen had also discussed this matter with the leaders of other minor sects while drinking.

"Tell me everything. Whether you hand over the Torch Mantra or not, the final answer will be this afternoon."

Xiang Chen closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he looked much older, with a bitter expression on his face.

The Torch Divine Technique is a supreme mental cultivation method that the second-generation gang leader painstakingly found.

It is a martial art that leads to the Divine Gang Realm, and it is not passed on to anyone other than the direct lineage leader.

Now, the Feng family is powerful, and other forces are putting pressure on them.

Third Master was the adopted son of the former gang leader, and he often embezzled gambling money.

He died at the hands of the Feng family's servants, his head even cut off. He originally intended to accept the loss silently.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shouzhou's single sentence was not enough; he directly drove the Torch Gang to the brink of destruction.

"It's our good fortune that they've taken a liking to our prized possession."

Just then, an old voice came from outside the door.

It was accompanied by a creaking sound.

The door is pushed open.

An elderly man with a white beard and hair walked in, but his eyes were very bright.

Elder Hong.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the four of them stood up in unison and bowed respectfully.

"Xiao Guo, there's no need to dwell on this. If he wants it, then give it to him."

Hong Lie glanced at Xiang Chen, whose expression was somewhat humiliated, and then slowly spoke.

"Elder!"

Xiang Chen's expression changed, and the three hall masters looked at each other in bewilderment.

Hong Lie waved his hand and sighed, "If we can quell the Feng family's anger, what does the loss of a mere gambling den matter?"

After he finished speaking, two gang members came over, each carrying a wooden box.

Xiang Chen opened his mouth, his expression turning gloomy and uncertain, but in the end, he still responded.

"Yes, I will obey the elder's command."

Before long, they arrived at the Xiangcha Tea House on Dongyang Street.

now.

The teahouse is a three-story building with a large flow of people and a simple interior decoration.

The main business was serving wine, tea, and meals. Inside the building, groups of two or three martial artists and scholars would gather around tables and chat.

Loud conversations and whispers mingled, with the occasional urging of "Waiter, bring the wine!" rang out.

In the martial arts world, the place where you can gather the most information is undoubtedly the restaurant, which is crowded with people.

This place was no exception; most of the conversations revolved around the major events that had recently occurred in the city.

"Hehe, I heard Qin Huan is about to be fired~"

"Now those tenant farmers outside the city are complaining every day that the wheat is dying of drought, and he can't handle that."

"But guys, I saw those transformed Black Abyss monsters running north just a couple of days ago."

"You guys think there really is a dragon living beneath this pond?"

Some martial arts practitioners were discussing loudly, but they quickly changed to other topics, and the somewhat noisy chatter showed no sign of stopping.

The teahouse has three floors.

There were significantly fewer tea drinkers, except for a young couple wearing sun hats.

And a woman in plain clothes sitting on a bench, reciting music, her hand holding a pipa, her thin lips accompanying her fingertips.

She softly sang a song of tenderness, her voice melodious and pleasing to the ear.

The view from the window is excellent.

Looking down, the streets below are fully visible, bustling with pedestrians and vendors calling out their wares.

Feng Shouzhuo stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the hushed discussions of the many warriors on the first floor.

Behind him, a table of delicious dishes sat untouched by the window, except for an open jar of fine wine.

"Second Young Master," Gu Chong said respectfully.

"Hasn't he arrived yet?"

"not yet."

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"What kind of crap is that? Go, go request a song by Li Haoji."

After setting down his wine glass, Feng Shouzhuo casually glanced at the third floor.

The young couple were enjoying their food and drinks when, unexpectedly, the man in the green robe looked up and met Feng Shouzhuo's gaze before looking away.

The three-story space wasn't large, but Feng Shouzhuo's voice was very clear.

The woman in plain clothes paused her pipa playing slightly, her brows furrowing slightly.

Ta-da.

After receiving the order, Gu Chong walked up to Su Nu and handed her a ten-tael silver coin from his sleeve.

After following Feng Shouzhuo for so many days, Gu Chong had come to understand his personality.

They tip generously and never hesitate.

"Can you sing 'Li Hao Ji'?"

Su Nu gently shook her head, "This servant knows nothing about Li Haoji."

"You didn't even know that?" Feng Shouzhou's surprised voice came.

"Who did Lao Liu hire? Li Haoji can't even sing. His methods for making a living need improvement!"

Feng Shouzhuo raised an eyebrow.

In the old days, some restaurants and shops in the city would hire female singers to attract customers.

Once a reward is received, it will be divided among the recipients.

Su Nu lowered her head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"It's alright though. Come on, play your best piece first, and I'll teach you."

"Hmm~"

With a slight movement of her delicate, youthful fingers, the sound of the pipa began.

Feng Shouzhuo looked at Su Nu and cleared his throat in a serious manner.

"Poor me~" she had just opened her mouth.

puff~

A laugh rang out.

Feng Shouzhuo looked displeased as he glanced at the graceful figure of a woman hidden behind a bamboo hat on another table.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother."

The man next to her looked somewhat embarrassed and stood up apologetically.

Feng Shouzhou glared at him, but ignored the trivial matter, and then continued teaching.

Li Hao Ji is a short narrative song in the mezzo-soprano style that tells the story of someone who seizes and plunders another's family property through trickery and force.

Generally, singers are required to have a slightly melancholic voice, and women can learn this voice very quickly.

Even if the taste isn't quite right, the meaning is there, and that's enough.

"Your voice is too thin for high notes and too muffled for low notes, so you should go for the middle notes. If your middle notes are too thin, it sounds like you've swallowed bitter water that you can't swallow or spit out."

Su Nu's expression froze slightly, and she secretly marveled.

This young master speaks like a spoiled brat, but I never expected him to actually know music.

"Got it? When the people come up, you just sing this. It's okay if you can't remember it, just repeat the first three verses."

"Whether the song is good or not is not important; what's important is that you have to sing it."

Feng Shouzhuo looked up and gestured, and Gu Chong, seeing this, handed over the loose silver.

Su Nu's face lit up with a slight smile, and she nodded after accepting it.

Feng Shouzhou never hid from outsiders.

This action, observed by the young man and woman, resulted in them calmly picking up food with their hands.

They exchanged a glance and saw the curiosity in each other's eyes.

Tap tap tap~

Just then, four overlapping paths appeared, accompanied by the sound of footsteps on wooden steps.

Upon hearing this, Feng Shouzhuo immediately took his seat in the main position, wielding a large sword and riding a golden horse.