I am Jinshan Youxia

It means literally and has no negative connotation.

"It's boring."

As Zhang Chengyi played around, he noticed that no one wanted to join him in his craziness. He muttered something to himself, and then wondered if if the others held his hands and he used all his strength, could he fly directly to Wuxi City?

It will definitely be a lot of fun then.

His eyes lit up, and he slowed down to float in front of the others, turned around with a flourish, and said, "Hey, I have an idea..."

"Uncle Zhang," Xue Muhua said with a pitiful expression.

"Um," Zhang Chengyi thought for a moment, then decided against it. Judging from how this guy was yelling and screaming last night, if he actually flew for a while, he would probably faint.

The problem is, if he tries to fly there alone, he doesn't know the way, and the range is indeed a bit of a hassle.

It's not that he lacks internal strength, but he's worried that his meridians can't withstand it. He can indeed fly by using the recoil to exert his full power, but the simple and crude way of exerting power has a kind of beauty in it, like swinging a nuclear missile launcher as a brick. Theoretically, with his true energy, he should feel light and airy after circulating his power. If he had a matching lightness skill, flying would not be a dream at all.

After being interfered with by Xue Muhua, his intelligence gradually took over.

"It's decided."

Zhang Chengyi raised his head and said, "After body tempering, let's figure out how to fly!"

Let's skip this one. It would be disgusting if I made a fool of myself. It's better to play it safe.

"Yes, Uncle Zhang." Su Xinghe replied, pretending not to see the terrified look in his disciple Xue Muhua's eyes.

At worst, we can just have the fifth brother fly a little lower when we test his skills.

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Noon, Wuxi City, Songhelou.

"Waiter, ten catties of sorghum," Zhang Chengyi said as soon as he entered the door.

The waiter standing at the door was sweating slightly. He adopted a very humble attitude and said with a forced smile, "Sir, I'm very sorry, our shop is full."

Songhelou Restaurant is famous for its food and drink in Wuxi. It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was already full. A group of tall and strong-looking martial arts practitioners came in, and they were not easy to deal with.

Qiao Feng originally thought Zhang Chengyi was going to forcibly occupy the place, but to his surprise, Zhang Chengyi looked around and said, "Then I can take it with me."

"Also, make me one of each of your signature dishes, to take away."

Although Su Xinghe didn't understand why he had to come to Songhelou, he still took out his money bag in a very sycophantic manner and pulled the waiter aside to chat privately.

They said they wanted to take it all away, but there wasn't even a place to sit down and rest in the restaurant. On the first floor alone, there were many martial arts practitioners carrying weapons, drinking and chatting.

Zhang Chengyi stood at the door, looking around with a curious expression. Some people were quite displeased, but no one had any intention of going up to argue or saying anything.

"Damn it, those lackeys of the Western Xia First-Class Hall are going too far!"

A shirtless man suddenly shouted, "The more I think about it, the more pathetic I feel. I should have just gone up against them and taken them down with my brothers."

"The Murong family of Gusu are cowards, what business is it of ours if they're lackeys of Xixia?" The bearded man next to him downed a bowl of sorghum liquor in one gulp, then said with a displeased look, "What Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South? One is a Khitan dog, the other a cowardly turtle."

"You shut the hell up! Yesterday, the Western Xia warriors captured a master of the Qingcheng Sect, and the day before yesterday they attacked a branch of the Beggars' Sect. Do you think you're a dog or a turtle?!"

Another man sat on the side, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's expression changed. It wasn't that he was angry that someone called him a Khitan dog, but rather that he was concerned about the fact that the Beggars' Sect's branch had been attacked. He flashed over and came closer, asking in a deep voice, "Brothers, is it true that the Beggars' Sect's branch near Wuxi City was attacked by the Western Xia people?"

"Who the hell do you think you are—" The shirtless man who started the conversation suddenly stopped and said, "I wondered who it was, it turns out to be Qiao Feng, the great hero Qiao."

A single sentence can cause a huge uproar.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly someone drew a knife and jumped down from the second floor with a thud.

"What, the Western Xia people are causing trouble for the Han people, and now the Khitans want to get involved too?"

The man holding the single-edged sword steadied himself and spoke loudly. Immediately afterward, the martial arts practitioners on the second floor swarmed down, but before they could surround the 'Khitan dog,' a small portion of them retreated to the wall with expressions of fear on their faces.

"Yo"

Zhang Chengyi raised his hand and greeted the acquaintances who were retreating with a smile. These were the people who had played the grass-cutting game with him at Gyeongbokgung Temple before.

"Kingsoft Ranger!"

Someone uttered something in a low, terrified voice, and the crowd erupted in uproar.

The man who had drawn his sword was wearing a silk coat with some odds and ends hanging on it, making him look like a wealthy man. He said without changing his expression, "Hmph, others may be afraid of you, Zhang Chengyi, but I, Xiang Wanghai from Xiangdong, am not someone to be trifled with."

He considered himself a master of martial arts, but he was unable to attend the Heroes' Gathering at Jingfu Temple due to other commitments. Later, upon hearing how powerful the wandering knights of Jinshan were, he dismissed their claims.

People in the martial arts world definitely need to see it for themselves and exchange a few blows to know if it's real or fake.

Chapter 42 Only a strong fist can make an idiot have a peaceful conversation.

"Thump! Crash! Snap!"

Xiang Wanghai originally thought that his words would at least demonstrate his integrity, but to his surprise, not only did no one agree with him, but some people even panicked and knocked over the table, getting soaked in food and wine without daring to utter a sound. The chivalrous man who was standing next to him also silently distanced himself from him.

Only those who were actually at the Heroes' Gathering at Gyeongbokgung Temple knew just how much pressure they were under when facing Jang Seung-il.

No matter what attack you use, it has no effect. You are being toyed with and abused at will, which is easier than an adult beating a child. And this person doesn't use any real force. As long as you don't pretend to be dead, you will be knocked down repeatedly until you faint from the pain or lie on the ground pretending to be dead out of fear.

Getting into a fight with a madman who does nothing but beat them up for fun is not something a normal person would want to do.

Even the toughest person needs perseverance to be tough; who would willingly invite a beating for no reason?

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"Master Xiang," Qiao Feng said calmly, breaking the awkward atmosphere, "Do I have any prior connection with you?"

Xiang Wanghai, who was being supported by others, visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the question from the Khitan man opposite him, he replied frankly, "Yes."

After saying that, he paused and continued, "Although you are a Khitan, you have never done anything that would anger heaven and man. You were raised by Han people. I used to admire you, so you asked me to be your enemy simply because you are a Khitan. I would never do that."

He came from a wealthy family and had a fondness for martial arts since childhood. After entering the martial arts world, he never did anything against his conscience.

Whether Qiao Feng was a Khitan or not is another matter. The incident at Jingfu Temple has become known throughout the world, but whether there is any way to verify it is unknown.

However, Master Zhiguang, who spoke out, was of such high moral character that most people believed the matter was very likely true.

"Brothers, have I ever had any grudges with any of you?" Qiao Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, then looked at the martial arts practitioners who had been calling him a Khitan dog, and asked in a calm tone.

He is not the kind of person who would bully the weak or use violence to commit atrocities; he believes in reason in all matters.

“This…” The shirtless man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, “No.”

"Master Qiao, it's someone with a foul mouth."

"Slap!" He slapped himself hard across the face without hesitation. The sound was loud and clear, and he didn't hold back. His cheek immediately swelled up.

It's true that you have a sharp tongue, but the person you're insulting is right there on your face, and they're calmly discussing right and wrong with you. So just admit it openly. What kind of hero would you be if you turned around and tried to put up a fight?

Of course, if it were an ordinary Khitan, he could have just cursed him, but Qiao Feng was different. His past heroic deeds were still vivid in his mind, and he was a top-notch master in the world, so he had the right to make Qiao Feng admit his mistake directly.

After all, only the strongest fist can make idiots have a peaceful conversation.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The other martial arts figures who had joined in the commotion and cursed the Khitan dogs were forced to slap themselves in front of everyone; no one dared to hold back.

With so many people watching, if he dares to do it but not to take responsibility, he probably won't be able to survive in this world anymore.

"So that Master Qiao may know." The shirtless man, his face swollen and his voice somewhat muffled, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground and said, "A few days ago, a group of Western Xia people somehow came to this Taihu Lake area. Relying on the evil masters of Yipintang, they preyed on the locals and clashed with many sects that came here to settle scores with the Murong family."

"Yesterday, Xie, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect's Righteousness Branch, met with them at Huishan, but they were all captured by the Western Xia people."

"Thank you." Qiao Feng bowed in thanks, then tossed a silver ingot over and said, "Please have a drink, brother."

None of the martial arts practitioners present saw this move clearly; with a thud, the silver appeared on the table.

He was originally highly talented in martial arts, and now he possesses unparalleled internal strength. He has also made considerable progress in developing body tempering techniques, and has long since surpassed the point where he could injure people by flying flowers or plucking leaves.

Aside from Zhang Chengyi and Wuyazi, who has long been famous in Su Xinghe's mouth, who else in the world could accept this ingot of silver?

As expected, after he showed off his skills, the restaurant fell silent, and even the eyes of those who had been somewhat hostile became clear.

In the world of martial arts, reason is one thing, but might makes right is another.

"Gentlemen, please go up to the second floor." Xiang Wanghai didn't waste any time, sheathing his sword and saying, "I will cover all your expenses today."

To everyone's surprise, Su Xinghe, the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, and Qiao Feng all made no move and turned to look at Zhang Chengyi, who was deep in thought.

"Master Zhang?" Xiang Wanghai asked.

"Oh?" Zhang Chengyi came to his senses, his face full of doubt. "Why do you think the Western Xia people came to Jiangnan?"

He genuinely couldn't understand it. In the novel, Helian Tieshu of the Western Xia Dynasty led the Yipintang to chase after Qiao Feng and the Beggars' Sect, with the aim of destroying the Beggars' Sect and breaking the backbone of the Song Dynasty's martial arts world.

But the problem is that the Beggars' Sect is currently undergoing a major change, with most of its members concentrated in the north, and the four elders even based in Luoyang. What does it mean that the Western Xia First-Class Hall has come to Jiangnan?

Could it be that the Western Xia people also read the script and knew they had to come and join in the fun?

"This..." Xiang Wanghai was speechless for a moment.

Who knows what the Western Xia people were thinking? What if they came all this way just to harass respectable women?

Most of the others shared this sentiment to some extent. Regardless of why the Western Xia people came, the real goal was to find a way to take them down. It wasn't about empty rhetoric like punishing evil and promoting good or about national righteousness; it was more about feeling that these outsiders had no right to cause trouble on our territory.

Qiao Feng understood Zhang Chengyi's doubts. The Western Xia people came to the Central Plains under the pretext of paying tribute, and they wanted to compete with the Beggars' Sect as soon as possible. However, the death of Ma Dayuan and the abduction of Xu Chongxiao were more important, so the Beggars' Sect ignored them. Now, what excuse did they use to come to Jiangnan?

His lips moved slightly, and his voice was conveyed through his inner energy.

“Brother Zhang, there must be something fishy about this. Let me go and investigate. I will be back by Shenshi (3-5 PM).”

Did this guy use telepathy before?

Zhang Chengyi didn't care that Qiao Feng was going out to investigate the Western Xia people. He nodded slightly, watched him leave the restaurant, and quickly put the thoughts in his mind out of his head. He then went upstairs to eat and drink happily.

It's good to have someone treat you; he doesn't worry about being obligated to someone who's paid for his meal like others do.

What kind of favor is it for an NPC to treat a player to a meal? If he didn't remember that Bao Qianling, who had no money, and Xiang Wanghai from Xiangdong went to Juxianzhuang together in the novel, he wouldn't even remember who was treating him.

His martial arts skills are mediocre, he's not famous, and he doesn't have any special characteristics. I reckon he'll forget about him after a while.

Xiang Wanghai was completely unaware that the other party didn't appreciate his gesture at all. After taking his seat, he raised his bowl, looked around, and said loudly, "Today, the wandering knight of Jinshan has arrived, which is a great honor for Songhelou..."

He speaks eloquently and is extremely knowledgeable about human relationships.

Chapter 43 is getting interesting again.