Yangzhou.

The days of fireworks in March are the most spectacular time in Yangzhou.

During the autumnal equinox, the city is indeed less hazy and blurry than in the misty rain, and has more of a sense of separation. On the river that runs through the entire city, there are also a few less painted boats at this time, and a few less soft Jiangnan.

A soft murmur.

But Yangzhou is Yangzhou after all. Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it has been a famous place of prosperity and fireworks.

The river that runs through the city, how many daughters' voices echo here every night, and how many talented men and beauties show their stories here.

"..."

Qiao Feng looked away from the painting boat swimming on the river not far in front. He was the leader of the beggar gang. The famous Bei Qiao Feng naturally had no thoughts about the fireworks woman. He was an upright man.

Qiao Feng has no thoughts at the moment.

But even though he doesn't like this boat in his heart, Qiao Feng also understands these miserable fireworks women.

In this world, Jianghu people can only make their way in the Jianghu after all. After all, being in the world still makes people feel a little unable to do what they want. However, after Qiao Feng encounters or hears injustices, he will draw his sword to help.

Help others with righteousness.

This is basically the case for both himself and the beggars below.

The biggest reason for coming to Yangzhou to take over the helm this time was that the thing entrusted by Quan Guanqing, a scholar from all directions in the beggar gang, was taken away by a man from this village named Hidden Sword Villa in Yangzhou.

The answer given by the other party was that their village owner wanted to hide the sword.

As for the thing that was kept by Quan Guanqing, a scholar from all over the world, after some understanding, Qiao Feng also knew what it was.

undoubtedly.

That kind of thing is something that people in the world who like to use weapons like.

That is Xuan Tie.

It is understood that this is a black iron that was entrusted to Quan Guanqing, a scholar from all over the world, to help keep it. It is rare in the world. It is huge, almost more than 100 kilograms, and the entire Tuancheng is an iron ball. In the eyes of ordinary people, it may not be that big.

Like this. But in the hearts of Jianghu people, this is something that is hard to buy.

I don’t know where such heavy black iron comes from...

Undoubtedly, if it were leaked, someone would definitely be interested in Xuan Tie, but what people didn't expect was that someone would openly and openly plan to seize Xuan Tie from the Yangzhou sub-rudder. Even leaving information, if you want to

To retrieve Xuantie, Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, must come to Yangzhou in person.

Qiao Feng didn't understand why Shifang Xiucai helped others take care of Xuan Tie, but it was a matter of Jianghu for the Beggar Gang to be slapped in the face like this.

As the gang leader, he must stand out.

Besides, Qiao Feng is also very interested in the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa. You know, the Hidden Sword Villa has only appeared in the world for a very short time, less than two years. In such a short period of time, that person has

Yangzhou has established a considerable foundation. It is not difficult to imagine that this person is definitely not simple.

You know, in Qiao Feng's investigation, the most common thing this Sword Hidden Villa in Yangzhou did in the past was to taste swords. It seems that this is the practice of a person who loves swords extremely, but no one has ever heard of it.

The owner of the village has such strong swordsmanship.

And this time...

The tall and burly body stood under the willow tree, facing the autumn wind. Let the slightly moist wind blow.

Looking from a distance, even if he is not from the martial arts world, just by his standing posture, he can roughly feel what kind of person Qiao Feng is.

Half a moment.

The wind chimes are ringing.

As Qiao Feng watched, a rather large boat floated on the river.

Silk hanging picture.

The bow of the boat is decorated with white lanterns and red cloth strips decorating the boat. Combined with other things, the boat in front of you is almost like a brocade of flowers and flowers. This is different from the painting boat in the impression of ordinary people.

Big difference.

When people take a look, there is a kind of boat that should be owned by the legendary oiran.

It comes in a mighty way, like an emperor swimming on a river.

Under this luxurious painting boat, the other small painting boats seemed to have encountered vicious beasts and disappeared without a trace.

Qiao Feng, who was standing under the willow tree, couldn't help but be attracted by this scene. Even though he was the leader of the Beggar Clan and a world-famous gangster, seeing such a thing at this moment also attracted his attention.

And just as Qiao Feng was sizing up the boat, the boat also followed the water and slowly came to Qiao Feng's side.

Just then.

The closed door on the boat was opened, and a woman wearing a golden suit and carrying a sword on her back walked out of it and came to the bow. Her eyes fell directly on Qiao Feng. She saluted from a distance and cupped her hands.

He said: "Your Excellency, you are Bei Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan?"

The sound was as clear and crisp as the call of an oriole, echoing on the river, and blowing into Qiao Feng's ears like a breeze blowing on his face.

"It's Qiao!"

Holding fists in return, Qiao Feng did not look down on the other party in any way, even though the other party was a girl and a servant. He was polite and courteous at all, making it impossible for anyone to find fault. "Is the girl from Yangzhou Hidden Sword Villa?"

"Exactly!"

"My master has invited Gang Leader Qiao to come on board for a talk!"

Compared with Qiao Feng's courteous etiquette, this woman in a golden dress was full of smiles. While using the courteous etiquette in return, she did not forget the etiquette of aristocratic families. What she did was extremely beautiful.

"Um!"

He admired in his heart, and when he looked at the owner of the village, Qiao Feng knew that this person was not a simple person, he was afraid that his life experience was somewhat noble.

at the same time.

Qiao Feng pulled the front of his clothes with his left hand, and his whole body rose up from the ground like a wild goose, leaping towards the painting three feet away.

Bang!

With a soft sound, Qiao Feng landed on the bow of the boat, stood beside the woman, and said, "Please lead the way, girl!"

What a light gong!

There is a sound when it hits the ground!

Under normal circumstances, Qinggong is about stepping on the snow without leaving any trace, or being boundless, but when Qiao Feng performed it, it was like a boulder falling to the ground, making a sound when he stepped on it. He used Qinggong to another level, which can be said to be a light lift.

If it is heavy, it will appear upright and bright.

The woman's eyes lit up, then she turned around and bent down, pointed at the door and said: "Gang Leader Qiao, please!"

Lead the way.

Qiao Feng showed no fear at all, and followed behind without changing his expression, stepping into the cabin. Even though the boat in front of him was a dragon, a pond, and a tiger's den, it still didn't make Qiao Feng feel the slightest bit afraid. Not to mention, this was just a mere building.

The painting boat.

And even though the two parties haven't met yet, the owner of the villa's behavior also told Qiao Feng that the other party was not an ordinary person.

As the cabin door was opened, the sound of the silk and bamboo shielded inside suddenly became louder.

Before entering, you can hear the resentful lyrics and music.

With the soft and glutinous rice-like voice of a Jiangnan woman and the trembling yet resentful music, the whole boat immediately felt like it was wasting time. Qiao Feng, who was walking behind, could not help but frown as he listened to the music that came to his ears.

Wrinkled slightly.

The owner of Hidden Sword Villa...

What kind of person is he?

The initial impression in his mind suddenly changed again at this time. Such actions made Qiao Feng even more certain that the other party was probably the son of some powerful family.

"Junior Brother Nuan!"

On the way in, Qiao Feng and the woman in front met other women wearing golden clothes and carrying swords. However, the greetings given to the woman in front of Qiao Feng made the dignified Gang Leader Qiao couldn't help but sigh.

Startled.

Junior brother?

girl?

His eyes fell on the figure of the person in front of him, who was as graceful as a woman, and Qiao Feng couldn't help but feel a little stunned. It's just that it's hard to explain this question clearly, and it's extremely impolite to pay attention to someone for no reason, especially the back of a woman.

Qiao Feng couldn't do such a rude thing.

Even if the gender of the person in front of him is blurred by this greeting, it is not important to Qiao Feng, even if the other person is the so-called prostitute. In comparison, this Huafang

The interior decoration was comparable to that of a palace, which attracted his attention even more.

Crunch!

The last door was pushed open with the movement of the person in front of it.

Silk and bamboo, singing, dancing.

The sound of the door opening suddenly stopped.
To be continued...