Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng took a deep breath and turned to look at Liuhua and Bailing, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Liuhua, Bailing, you go back to Lvqing Pavilion first."

Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable majesty. Liuhua and Bai Ling looked at each other, then nodded and turned to walk towards the Green Pavilion.

Their backs appeared particularly firm in the moonlight, as if carrying everyone's hopes.

The sunlight was like a silver thread, shining on the quiet streets, adding a bit of mystery to the tense atmosphere.

Chapter 607: Confucianism in the Medicine House World

Wednesday, March 1

The lobby of the Royal Commodity Exchange, a subsidiary of the Pharmacy World.

Feng Feng stood beside Yukino, staring at the panicked officials in front of him with a sharp gaze. He knew that once Yukinoshita Yukino decided to stick to the right path, her power would be unstoppable.

Yukino's figure seemed particularly tall. She took a deep breath and spoke with unquestionable firmness: "You said that men and women should be equal in business. If anyone dares to do it again, don't blame me, Yukinoshita Yukino, for being rude!"

As she finished speaking, the officials lowered their heads, not daring to look her in the eye.

Feng Feng stood aside, his eyes full of admiration and trust. He knew that with Xue Nai's help, the future of Green Green House would be brighter.

Bai Ling and Liuhua high-fived to celebrate and looked at Feng Feng with watery eyes.

Feng Feng waved to the two of them and walked towards the Green Pavilion.

Along the way, people praised Liuhua.

Liuhua walked in front of Fengfeng and Bailing, smiling like the sunshine in spring. People stopped one after another, their eyes showing sincere admiration.

"Look at that girl, she's ranked tenth on the martial arts list, and she's fighting against the imperial power for women all over the world. She's amazing!" An old man stroked his beard, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

"That's right. Miss Rika is not only beautiful and kind, but also has a good business sense. She is truly a rare talent." A woman next to her echoed.

The children surrounded Rikka, chattering and asking questions non-stop. Rikka patiently answered their questions with a warm smile on her face all the time.

These warm scenes made Feng Feng and Bai Ling feel extremely relieved. They knew that Liuhua's efforts and wisdom not only won the respect and love of the people, but also brought unprecedented prosperity to Luqing Pavilion.

Bai Ling gently held Feng Feng's arm. Her voice was gentle and charming, like the spring breeze blowing through the treetops, with a hint of sweetness: "Sir, you are not on the martial arts list, and the people may only know the name of Liuhua, but please don't be surprised. Your wisdom and courage are the real pillars of our Green Pavilion."

Feng Feng smiled slightly, his eyes full of warmth and humility: "Bai Ling, you flatter me. I am just trying my best to do what I can for Lvqing Pavilion and the people. Liuhua is indeed outstanding, and her name is praised by the people because of her hard work and talent. I am proud of her."

The two walked side by side, with Bai Ling's eyes flashing with deep admiration and love for Feng Feng. She leaned close to Feng Feng, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only the two of them, each relying on each other. At this moment, it seemed as if even time had frozen, frozen in this warm and beautiful moment.

Feng Feng shook his head gently, and his eyes fell on Liuhua as gently as the spring breeze. He looked at her, his eyes flashing with deep love and cherishment, as if she was the most precious treasure in his life.

"How could I not like her? She is more important than the whole world." His voice was low and firm, as if he was announcing to the world his deep attachment to Rikka.

When Liuhua heard Fengfeng's words, a bright smile bloomed on her face, as beautiful as a blooming flower. She walked quickly to Fengfeng's side, looked up at him, her eyes full of happiness and gratitude.

"Sir..." she called softly, with infinite tenderness and dependence in her voice.

A scholar in white suddenly walked out of the crowd, his eyes were cold and there was a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth. He slowly approached, with a hint of provocation in his voice: "So, if I hold Miss Liuhua hostage, can you change your mind?"

Feng Feng's heart suddenly sank, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife. He stared at the white-clothed scholar, as if he wanted to see through his intentions. Bai Ling also nervously held Feng Feng's hand, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

Liuhua's face changed. She didn't expect that someone would dare to threaten them so blatantly. But she didn't back down. Instead, she stood in front of Fengfeng bravely and said firmly: "Although I am a woman, I will never become a bargaining chip for others. If you have the guts, just give it a try!"

The scholar in white suddenly shouted "A Dream of Hua Xu", and his words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the bustling Green and Green Pavilion.

Liuhua was stunned, as if she didn't hear the words, and continued to accept the people's blessings with a smile on her face.

Feng Feng's eyes shuttled back and forth between the scholar in white and Liuhua. He saw Liuhua's bravery and determination, and also saw the cunning in the eyes of the scholar in white.

He gently held Liuhua's hand, giving her the most firm support. Then, he turned to the white-clothed scholar, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was low and firm: "The Yin spirit is out of the body? You can try, but remember, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

As Feng Feng finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire Green Pavilion instantly became tense. The white-clothed scholar, also known as the "Heavenly Prison Scholar", sneered, moved his body, and pounced on Liuhua.

He was extremely fast, like a ghost. However, just when his hand was about to touch Liuhua, Feng Feng moved.

Feng Feng's figure flashed like lightning and instantly appeared in front of the Tianlao scholar. He flipped his palm lightly and grabbed the Tianlao scholar's wrist.

The face of the Tianlao scholar changed. He did not expect Feng Feng to be so fast and able to catch the Yin God. He tried to break free from Feng Feng's hand, but Feng Feng's strength was like an iron clamp, locking him tightly.

Bai Ling's heart was in her throat. She stared at Feng Feng's back nervously, pressing her hand to suppress her heart that was about to jump out.

The duel between Feng Feng and the Tianlao scholar was like the prelude to a storm. She saw Feng Feng's figure as steady as a mountain, and every movement revealed unparalleled confidence and strength.

The battle between Feng Feng and the Tianlao scholar was silent and fierce. The two figures crossed each other so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. With every collision, it seemed that the sound of the air being torn apart could be heard. Feng Feng's eyes were cold and firm, as if saying: "This is my man, no one can touch him."

Bai Ling watched, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She knew that no matter what happened, Feng Feng would always protect Liuhua.

This determination made her feel extremely relieved and her heart was pounding.

In an instant, the scholar coughed up blood and sighed, "Feminism shouldn't have appeared now. Are you going to destroy Confucianism's five hundred years of fortune just for a prostitute?"

His words revealed deep helplessness and sadness, as if he was carrying a heavy historical burden. Feng Feng looked at him coldly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. He threw the Tianlao scholar heavily to the ground with a strong swing.

The scholar in the prison lay on the ground, clutching his chest in pain and coughing continuously. His face was pale, with blood at the corners of his mouth, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Feng Feng walked up to him, looked down at him, and said in a low and majestic voice: "You can't stop the wheel of history. The emergence of feminism is an inevitable result of the times. Your so-called Confucian destiny is nothing but a lie you people have woven to protect your own interests."

The scholar coughed up blood and sighed, "After all, I am a Confucian scholar, and I can only be the enemy of the Emperor of Heaven." His words revealed determination and tragedy, as if he was ready to die.

Feng Feng looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that this man known as the "Heavenly Prison Scholar" would have such firm beliefs and courage.

"Outside the capital, at the Gentleman's Pavilion, I invite the Emperor of Heaven to join my chess game."

Chapter 608: The Immortal Bureau of the Medicine House World

Thursday, March 2

The entire Green Pavilion fell into silence. Everyone's eyes were focused on this sudden chess match between gods.

Liuhua held Fengfeng's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry and trust. She knew that no matter what happened, Fengfeng would stay by her side.

Feng Feng looked at the projection of the chess game of Tianlao Scholar on the table, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that this man was a true Confucian scholar, and that his convictions and persistence came from his deep belief in Confucianism.

However, Feng Feng also understood that times are changing, society is progressing, and the emergence of feminism is inevitable. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Kuroko, one-handed Tianyuan."

Although the voice was low, it echoed in the Green Pavilion like thunder.

Feng Feng frowned and said, "You are in the Heavenly Prison, and I am playing chess in the Green Pavilion. Who is in the Immortal Game in the Gentleman Pavilion outside the city?"

He turned to look at Liuhua, with a hint of determination in his eyes. Liuhua looked back at him, her eyes full of trust and dependence. Feng Feng gently held her hand, as if to tell her that no matter what the future holds, he will always be by her side.

Then, Feng Feng turned around and stared at the chessboard while making moves while explaining: "To reach the third level of martial arts, you need to be clear-minded and see the truth. Liuhua, I want to send you to the third level."

Inside the Green Pavilion, the air seemed to freeze. Everyone's eyes were focused on the projected chessboard. A jade hand flashed by, and a white piece landed steadily on the chessboard.

Feng Feng's eyes focused, and he saw the position where the white piece fell, which was a brilliant move he had never considered before. He couldn't help but admire this woman in his heart, her thinking was so quick and unique.

"Please forgive me, sir. Maomao also wants to reach the third level in one step." The woman's voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, echoing in the Green Pavilion.

Feng Feng smiled slightly, he understood the woman's intention. She was telling him that she also wanted to reach the third level of martial arts, and wanted to use the chess game to enlighten her mind.

Feng Feng paused for a moment, then he took a deep breath and continued playing chess. His eyes were fixed on the chessboard, as if the whole world was just him and the chessboard.

Bai Ling stood in a corner of the Green Pavilion, watching Feng Feng playing chess, feeling extremely anxious. She knew that the outcome of this game was not only related to Feng Feng's honor, but also to the future of the entire Green Pavilion.

She couldn't help but stepped forward and said softly: "Master Fengfeng, this chess game is of great significance to our Green Pavilion. We will help you."

Feng Feng raised his head and glanced at Bai Ling, with a hint of determination in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Bai Ling, don't worry, I know the importance of this chess game. I will do my best to protect the Green Pavilion."

"But I won't cheat."

Liuhua tugged at Fengfeng's sleeve, her voice firm, "Fengfeng, I can reach the third floor by myself. It doesn't matter if I lose."

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with confidence and expectation. Feng Feng looked at her, a flash of surprise in his eyes, then turned into admiration. He gently held her hand and smiled, "Okay, I believe you."

Liuhua took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if the whole world had stopped. When she opened her eyes again, there was a bright light in them.

She walked gently to the chessboard, picked up a black piece with her fingers, and then slowly dropped it. At that moment, the entire Green Pavilion seemed to be still, with only the sound of the black piece falling echoing in the air.

Feng Feng looked at her with admiration in his eyes. He knew that Liuhua had found her own path and was ready to face the challenges ahead.

Feng Feng stopped and gently picked up the teacup on the table, savoring the fragrance. His eyes seemed to penetrate the tea mist and look into the distant future. Liuhua stood beside him, also waiting quietly, her eyes full of trust and expectation.

The atmosphere in the Green Pavilion gradually became solemn. Bai Ling nervously clutched the handkerchief in her hand, looking out the door from time to time, as if expecting someone to arrive.

The wind outside the door seemed to become much softer at this moment, gently brushing over the eaves of the Green Pavilion, bringing bursts of crisp wind chimes.

Suddenly, the sound of brisk footsteps broke the solemn atmosphere.

Outside the Green and Blue Pavilion, Yukinoshita Yukino was dressed in white, as pure as snowflakes in winter. She waved her hand gently, asking the army to wait outside the pavilion, and then stepped into the tense building alone.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was heavy, as if the air had frozen. Yukino frowned slightly, her eyes sweeping over the people present one by one. When she saw Feng Feng and Liu Hua, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then turned into a smile.

She walked up to Feng Feng and bowed deeply, "Feng Feng, here I come." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a spring breeze blowing on your face.

Feng Feng nodded slightly and smiled back, "Xue Nai, you came at the right time. We are currently having an unfinished chess game, would you be interested in watching the game?"

Feng Feng put down the teacup with an elegant and calm movement. His eyes slowly lifted from the chessboard and fell on Yukinoshita Yukino standing opposite him. His eyes became deep, as if they contained endless wisdom and insight.

Yukino felt his gaze and her heart tightened. Her thoughts were exposed!

"Yukino, are you here to play chess with me?" Feng Feng's voice was calm and profound, as if every word contained endless wisdom.

Yukino was slightly stunned, then replied respectfully: "Your Excellency is extremely intelligent and skilled in chess, so you will naturally be invincible."

Yukinoshita Yukino spoke softly, each word rolling down like pearls, crisp and pleasant to the ear. Her slender fingers gently picked up a white piece and placed it elegantly on the chessboard, instantly breaking the originally quiet atmosphere.

Her movements were gentle and decisive, like catkins dancing in the spring breeze, light and graceful.

Feng Feng frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the white chess piece on the chessboard. He felt Xue Noi's determination, a force that should not be underestimated, like the north wind in winter, cold and strong.

"No, Yukinoshita Yukino, is there anyone in Junshitei who is Renshi?"

Liuhua stood aside, with worry in her eyes. She knew that this chess game was of great significance to Fengfeng, and she also knew that Yukinoshita Yukino's strength should not be underestimated. But she also believed in Fengfeng and believed that he could resolve this crisis.

At this moment, in the Gentleman Pavilion, Ren Shi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his martial arts aura, which had already reached the second level, surging like a violent storm. His eyes were tightly closed, as if he was looking for an opportunity to break through in his deep inner world.

The air around him was like silk threads, weaving into a mysterious pattern. It was a vision formed by the condensed aura of martial arts, which was amazing.

Next to Ren, a long sword lay quietly on the bluestone, the sword emitting a faint cold light, as if echoing the breath of its owner. The inscription on the sword was faintly visible under the moonlight, revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Suddenly, Ren's eyes opened sharply, and two rays of light shot out, as if he could see through the illusion of this world. He stretched out his hand to grasp the long sword, and the sword body instantly vibrated, making a crisp sound, as if cheering for the upcoming battle.

Renshi's figure became erratic in the moonlight, and he quickly shuttled through the Junzi Pavilion like a ghost. Every time he stepped, there was a violent fluctuation of air flow, as if the whole world was trembling under his feet.