I am Jinshan Youxia

That's so boring.

Zhang Chengyi had thought that the interactions between the chivalrous heroes of the martial arts world would be more interesting, but unexpectedly, it was somewhat similar to the workplace dinners he had experienced on Earth in his previous life.

The sedan chair is carried by many; you flatter me, I flatter you, and then everyone praises the big boss sitting in the main seat.

That is, himself.

Although he was slightly pleased when people praised him, he lost all interest after inexplicably thinking about his past life's workplace. He was too lazy to even exchange a few perfunctory words and just focused on eating meat and drinking.

Even Duan Yu in the novel could find Songhelou by following the aroma. The meaty fragrance mixed with caramel and soy sauce was indeed delicious. The culinary skills of the Song Dynasty people were not as bad as imagined. They were actually quite capable of making dishes that taste good to modern people.

Others didn't take it seriously. It would be a miracle if the legendary Jinshan Wanderer, known as the Evil One in the martial arts world, were to chat and joke with them.

Such an arrogant demeanor paired with a free and unrestrained way of eating is the mark of a true knight-errant.

It just goes to show that even the farts of the strong smell sweet.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Su Xinghe left behind the silver spent by the family head on the meal, and Zhang Chengyi also directly declined the invitation to go and cause trouble for the Western Xia people, and led his men back to the inn.

He wasn't planning to let the Western Xia Yipintang off the hook. Ever since he heard that the Western Xia people were preying on the local people, he had already sentenced them to death in his mind.

The Jinshan Rangers have come here, and they still dare to commit crimes? Don't they think they don't respect his brand?

He just believed that Qiao Feng would find out something, and he was capable of finding out something.

So I'm willing to wait a bit, since it's only until Shen Shi (3-5 PM) anyway.

Back at the inn, Su Xinghe and his disciples discussed and pondered the body-tempering method as usual. The body-tempering method was no longer just a martial art, but also involved miscellaneous knowledge such as pharmacology and engineering structure, which were exactly what they were good at.

There's not much left to improve in terms of body-strengthening movements. The human body's structure and meridians are just like this, and it's impossible to make them any more refined.

Even a fool could list out most of the body-strengthening movements by exhaustive enumeration, wasting a lot of time. How much more so for highly skilled martial artists like Su Xinghe and Qiao Feng.

Currently, besides trying to use pharmacology to slow down the stagnation of true qi, we are also working on how to use true qi to better control the true qi that has dissipated in the muscles and bones.

What happens when different amounts of true qi collide? What effects will occur when they collide at different angles? How can we make true qi easier to control? These are all problems that need to be solved.

Zhang Chengyi couldn't get a word in edgewise. He had just drunk a few extra bowls of wine at Songhelou Restaurant, and after lying down under a tree in the backyard of the inn, he fell asleep in no time.

As a master of game modification, he doesn't always log out of the game when his 'game' enters a sleep or coma state; sleeping is also a 'game mode' or a game experience.

Just like eating and drinking, he couldn't fully synchronize his senses with his body; it was as if there was a layer of cloth between them. But by immersing himself in it, he could barely maintain a semblance of being human.

Between wakefulness and sleep, in a state of confusion, by the time he had slept enough and opened his eyes to get up, it was already getting dark. Shenshi is from three to five in the afternoon, and judging from the sky, it was already past Youshi.

Zhang Chengyi lazily got up and stretched, then followed the sound.

Qiao Feng has returned, and he brought a prisoner with him—

Helian Tieshu, the head of the First-Class Hall of Western Xia.

"Uncle Zhang." Su Xinghe greeted him and quietly explained the purpose of Xixia Yipintang's visit to Jiangnan.

It turns out that Helian Tieshu was planning to cause trouble for the Beggars' Sect, especially after the Beggars' Sect lost its leader and the two elders who passed on their skills and enforced the law. However, he received an order from the Empress Dowager of Western Xia to come and arrest Ding Chunqiu.

"No, wait, Ding Chunqiu is in Jiangnan?"

Zhang Chengyi was stunned. Was Wu Yazi really that useless? He had become so much stronger, yet Ding Chunqiu still managed to escape?

Isn't the Western Xia Empress Dowager Li Qiushui? Why would Li Qiushui also want to arrest Ding Chunqiu? Isn't that a bit strange?

"Yes, according to Helian Tieshu, they have located Ding Chunqiu in a villa in Taihu Lake. However, they have been repelled several times. Ding Chunqiu's poison is really troublesome. Last time, Murong Fu even took action to repel the four villains of Yipintang."

"Because the Qingcheng Sect members took the Yan character flag of the Murong Clan of Gusu a few days ago, intending to come and help, they were captured by Yipintang, who planned to use them to threaten Murong Fu."

At this moment, the Four Evils were besieging the manor with their men, and were locked in a stalemate with Murong Fu and his group.

As for the Beggars' Sect, it's obvious they were just meddling in the affairs of the Western Xia people who came over, but they were no match for them and were captured.

"This is quite lively." After hearing the explanation, Zhang Chengyi rubbed his hands excitedly. "Old Su, your master didn't make a move, now it's your turn to take the lead."

The Northern Darkness True Qi makes one immune to all poisons; these guys are truly Ding Chunqiu's living fathers.

He couldn't miss the spectacle of Yipintang's battle against the Murong of Gusu.

Whether it's right or wrong, as long as it's lively enough, that's fine.

"Yes, thank you for your kindness, Uncle Zhang." Su Xinghe was also somewhat excited. He had been humiliated by a traitor in his sect for thirty years, and now he had the opportunity to take revenge himself.

However, he soon realized that Ding Chunqiu's trip to Jiangnan might be part of a plan by his master.

"Brother Zhang, I have another request," Qiao Feng said, stepping forward.

Zhang Chengyi could guess what this guy was thinking even with his buttocks, and said, "Go save the Beggar Clan disciples? Go ahead."

"Thank you." Qiao Feng bowed in thanks, then flew away.

"Uncle Zhang, what should we do with this man?" Su Xinghe asked, pointing to Helian Tieshu, who had fallen into a coma after taking medication.

With a flick of his finger, Zhang Chengyi, whose control over his inner energy had greatly increased, no longer needed to push or pat with his palm; he could now poke the air into air bombs with his fingertips.

"boom!"

Helian Tieshu's head exploded, and luckily Xue Muhua ran fast, otherwise he would have been covered in it.

That's so cruel.

Zhang Chengyi shook his head. He was thinking of elegantly piercing through with one finger, creating a hole, which would look cool. But instead, it just exploded.

Su Xinghe gave a calm look, and Wu Lingjun, who was not far away, came over to clean up the mangled corpse. Judging from the sack he was carrying, he probably had already guessed that Helian Tieshu would die.

"Come on, Lao Su, come with me to Mantuo Manor." Zhang Chengyi had eaten and slept well, so of course he had to get moving. As soon as he finished speaking, his body 'flew' out.

They completely failed to consider that they had no idea where Mantuo Villa was.

Su Xinghe paused for a moment, not dwelling on the fact that the family head knew the name of the manor, and flew off to follow.

In the novel, it took Duan Yu more than two hours to row from Tingxiang Water Pavilion to Wuxi City, which was quite a distance. However, for a strongman like Zhang Chengyi, who could float more than a mile on a piece of wood on the lake, it was not far at all.

Of course, since he had no idea where Mantuo Villa was, he wasted a lot of time drifting aimlessly on Taihu Lake. Later, he simply used the same trick again, directly pushing his hands to blast himself into the sky. After many attempts, he finally found Mantuo Villa, which was besieged, in the middle of the night.

Chapter 44 The Four Evils

Outside Mantuo Villa.

The once lush camellias have mostly been leveled, with broken branches and withered flowers scattered everywhere. Lights can be faintly seen inside the village, while several tents made of wooden frames stand brightly lit outside.

"Damn it, Murong Fu was just injured by the eldest brother the day before yesterday, why would he make a move last night? It was pitch black in the middle of the night, I'm afraid it was someone else who did it!"

As Yue Laosan, one of the Four Evils, spoke, the knife scar on his cheek trembled, appearing bright red as if it were about to bleed again. He grimaced as the wound was pulled.

The wounds on his face came from the weapons of the second brother, no, Ye Laosan.

Ye Erniang, standing to the side, shook her head, her face somewhat pale, and said, "The skill of the Murong family of Gusu in using their own methods against them cannot be faked. Perhaps they were feigning defeat earlier."

The fourth brother, Yun Zhonghe, with one arm in a sling, grumbled with a grim expression, "I heard from that young woman from the manor that Madam Wang has a very bad relationship with the Murong family from Suzhou."

"It must be that Murong Fu was unwilling to put in the effort and did not want his aunt to be captured by us, so he pretended to be defeated."

When Madam Wang married Murong Fu's uncle, she was already pregnant. As a result, she had a very bad relationship with the deceased Madam Murong, and they almost never spoke to each other again. Many of the older maids at Mantuo Manor knew about this.

Of course, what is not widely known is that, aside from the cuckolded king who was infatuated with Li Qingluo, the one who actually benefited the most from this marriage was Murong Bo. This guy first obtained the martial arts from the Langhuan Jade Cave, and then he discussed and studied the Lingbo Weibu with his wife when he was young, which brought him a lot of benefits.

Li Qiushui was quite generous, even distributing her sect's techniques freely when marrying off her daughter. However, this wasn't the first time this woman had passed on her techniques; she was arguably the most generous disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Ye Erniang remained noncommittal, then looked up and said, "Nuerhai sent word that Helian Tieshu has been captured by Qiao Feng, and we are to go back and rescue him..." She stopped before she could finish speaking.

Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils being watched, frowned in thought. Even though he was affiliated with Yipintang and was valued by Helian Tieshu, he was still a former prince and had a high opinion of himself. He disliked being ordered around and always acted alone. This time, he was also leading his men alone, ordered to attack Mantuo Manor and capture Ding Chunqiu.

But who would have thought that things would go so badly for him? First, he was poisoned by Ding Chunqiu, resulting in the deaths of some Xixia warriors. After discovering the true nature of the manor and finding that Ding Chunqiu was all bark and no bite, 'Murong Fu' jumped out to stop him. Now, another member of the 'Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong' duo has inexplicably appeared and kidnapped the leader of the First-Class Hall. If he just left, he would be unwilling to accept it.

However, if they do not withdraw, they cannot conquer Mantuo Manor in a short time. If the stalemate continues, and Helian Tieshu really dies, he will have no way to return to Xixia to report back.

It should be noted that Helian Tieshu was no ordinary person; he was an official general who led the eastern expedition, a prince, and held a very high position in Western Xia.

In theory, the four villains could still run rampant even without Yipintang. The problem is, if they don't return to Xixia, what's the point of conquering Mantuo Manor?

Having made up his mind, he was about to speak.

"Boom! Boom!" A loud noise suddenly came from afar.

"The mountain collapsed?!" Yue Laosan shouted out of the blue.

"Go to hell with Yue Laosan, where did this mountain come from on Taihu Lake?"

"Yue Lao Er!"

"Shut up."

Duan Yanqing tapped the ground with his iron staff, sending it flying out of the tent. The disabled man, like a ghost, passed through the Western Xia warriors who had come out to watch the spectacle and reached a high place.

"Thump! Boom!"

With another sound, the other three villains came to his side. With their eyesight, the four of them could vaguely see the lake surface explode in the distance, with the water splashing dozens of feet high. Upon closer inspection, under the hazy moonlight, they could see a figure riding the wind and flying through the air above the water column. As it got closer and closer, they were greatly alarmed.

"Playing tricks and deception."

Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism startled the other three, but at this moment, they felt no relief whatsoever.

Even if riding the wind and flying through the air was a lie, the fact that he could fly several miles with his lightness skill was something they had never seen before; they had only heard of it in the stories of immortals in folk tales.

Duan Yanqing didn't believe in superstitions and suspected it was some kind of mechanism or evil technique. After all, others still thought he was a dead man, and his ventriloquism could bewitch souls.

The four waited quietly for a while, and then they saw the man slide down from the sky. He opened his mouth and said, "Hey, the cripple with a cane, the woman with a scar on her face, are you the Four Evils?"

The visitor was Zhang Chengyi. He wandered around Taihu Lake and first arrived at Qinyun Xiaozhu, which was some distance away. He thought it was Mantuo Villa. After entering, he found that there were Western Xia warriors resting. He killed them casually and rescued several servants and cooks.

After asking around, he learned the direction and location of Mantuo Manor. He jumped twice and flew over, only to find that as soon as he landed, he saw four leaders surrounded by a group of Western Xia warriors.

"I am the Crocodile God of the South China Sea!"

Without thinking, Yue Laosan immediately admitted his identity.

Zhang Chengyi's gaze shifted, and he asked, "You, the cripple, are Prince Duan Yanqing, and the one next to you is Ye Erniang, the mistress of Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple. As for this one, he is Yun Zhonghe?"

"Who are you?" Duan Yanqing was startled when his identity was revealed.

Ye Erniang's originally pale face turned completely bloodless. "You, you, you're talking nonsense!"

“Of course—” Yun Zhonghe had just opened his mouth when his head exploded with a snap.

Zhang Chengyi withdrew his finger and smiled calmly, "Adultery with women deserves to be torn to pieces, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a quick death."

Yue Laosan was drenched in yellow, white, and red liquid, and his arrogant words were swallowed back down. In terms of martial arts, he was definitely a little stronger than Yun Zhonghe, but if he could kill Lao Si from a distance so easily, then killing him casually would be just as easy.

He's simple-minded, not stupid.