boyutpedia Chapter 63 Heading to
Chapter 63 Heading to
Upon hearing this, the training room fell into a deathly silence.
Feng Shouzhu stood there, mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.
Zheng Bo and Han Che exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
What time is it? Why is the eldest young master suddenly bringing this up?
shuh~
In an instant, a flash of inspiration, like a thread, exploded in their minds.
Immediately, an overwhelming sense of joy washed over me, and all my doubts were instantly resolved!
"The Black Abyss monster inside the pond can't get out. Since Su Wantang is its agent, that makes things easier, that makes things easier~"
Zheng Bo murmured, his cloudy eyes growing brighter and brighter.
"That's right, their relationship is not as simple as master and servant," Han Che calmly added.
According to the information available, Su Wantang and the owner of the pond are not exactly close.
On the contrary, some cracks also exist.
This is not just a figment of imagination, but a fact that is closest to reality.
Feng Xiu was also speechless about this.
To be honest, if Su Wantang were his subordinate, Feng Xiu would definitely be so angry that he would have a stroke.
If you fall in love with some outstanding person, a dragon among men, that's fine too.
During this period, Feng Shouzhou may have learned martial arts, and he did indeed become much more pleasing to the eye.
But before that, everyone in the mansion knew what kind of person he was.
For him, Feng Ao even replaced his personal maid with a fat middle-aged woman.
To put it in an inappropriate way, I was trapped underwater in the dark, and asking you to fetch the River Law Guide was just a charade.
Are you still talking about love?
From a timeline perspective, Su Wantang had been planning for the Helu Yin project for half a year, and now more than half a year has passed.
Not even a little progress?
"Being love-struck is not advisable~" Feng Xiu felt a little "fear" of Su Wantang.
Plans are plans, but as long as we can use Su Wantang, whether it's to gather intelligence or achieve other goals, we'll do our best.
Feng Xiu wouldn't mind personally setting up a meeting with her.
At this moment, Feng Shouzhuo looked at the enlightened Feng Xiu, Zheng Bo, and Han Che, and then at the equally bewildered Xiang Geng.
"Brother, what are you talking about at a time like this?"
Who is Su Wantang?
Feng Shouzhu scratched his head, his resentment at being kept in the dark by the three men deepening.
"Your old flame, a remarkable woman who would do anything for love." Feng Xiu glanced at him indifferently.
"But I don't know her at all! What are you hiding from me?"
Feng Shouzhou was still puzzled, his expression blank for a moment, before he spoke again in a heavy tone.
"What exactly happened with the Black Abyss monster you mentioned earlier, the Jade Belt Pond, and the daily patrols of the underground channels these past few days?"
Feng Shouzhuo could no longer bear it and stared directly at Feng Xiu without yielding an inch.
They were giving me the attitude that they wouldn't give up until I told them.
"Uncle Zheng, tell him."
Since things have come to this point, Feng Xiu might as well let him know some of the truth.
After listening, Zheng Bo nodded slightly and then looked at Feng Shouzhou.
"Second Young Master, this is a long story..." the old man began, recounting the tale in a slow, deliberate voice.
Half an hour later.
As Feng Shouzhou listened, his expression shifted from surprise to disbelief.
Zheng Bo spoke in great detail, explaining almost everything about the family's recent strategies.
Xiang Geng suddenly realized what was going on.
"Uncle Zheng, are you saying that I'm not actually a martial arts prodigy?"
Feng Shouzhuo pondered for a long time before slowly and hoarsely speaking.
"No, the foundation of your life force is the work of Su Wantang. She plundered the life force of Chief Escort Zhou."
Uncle Zheng's voice was very calm.
"Martial arts emphasizes gradual progress, with one's qi and blood constantly rising. You also frequently inquire about matters in the martial arts world."
"Have you ever heard of someone advancing to the Blood Burning Realm in just seven days?"
Zheng Bo spoke again.
Feng Shouzhuo looked dejected, finding it hard to accept for a moment.
Originally, the time it took for him to break through his own realm was used as a comparison to Feng Xiu, Feng Ao, and even Han Che.
It is his greatest pleasure, and this is a large part of what sustains his martial arts practice.
But now, all the smugness and pride have been instantly exposed.
"Su Wantang helped me, and I am very grateful. Regardless of whether she intended to set a trap for me, it was I who practiced the skills and worked hard. I am able to reach where I am today entirely due to my own efforts!"
Feng Shouzhuo took a deep breath and stubbornly raised his head again.
Thanks to the mental and physical training he received, he quickly recovered.
"I believe that even without Su Wantang, I can still achieve success in martial arts!" Feng Shouzhuo said calmly, but with a firm conviction.
Feng Xiu was speechless, and Duke Zheng remained silent.
"Well said, so what are you going to do, Su Wantang?" Feng Xiu asked.
"I can't say what will happen in the future, but there's a difference between humans and transgender people; she's not one of us."
"If she causes trouble for the family in the future, or if she goes against me or my father, what will you do?"
Feng Xiu remained calm and asked a very practical question.
Zheng Bo sighed and did not reply.
His original intention was to keep Feng Shouzhuo completely in the dark, but how could such a thing be kept secret forever?
Regardless of whether Su Wantang has any connection with the owner of the pond, the Feng family will most likely face off against the Black Abyss monster.
At that time, given Su Wantang and Feng Shouzhuo's positions, being in the middle will be very awkward.
Moreover, since she can erase memories, she must also be able to restore them.
Both of them loved each other deeply, but why did she stand in the way of the Feng family?
"I...."
Feng Shouzhuo opened his mouth, the word "kill" swirling in his throat, but he could never quite reach his lips.
"No need to say anything, I won't force you." Feng Xiu said calmly and bluntly.
Feng Shouzhuo hesitated for a moment, then could only nod silently.
"Lord Zheng," Feng Xiu said.
"This old servant is here."
"Find the best matchmaker in town, the bigger the fuss, the better."
"Also, make arrangements for Shouzhuo and me to go to Baidou Village."
Feng Xiu calmly gave the order.
Zheng Bo looked astonished, but in an instant he understood the meaning behind Feng Xiu's actions.
"From Lao Nu Province."
"Young Master, why don't I go with you?" Xiang Geng suggested as he looked over.
"That's not appropriate. A wedding can be a big event, but the fewer people who attend, the better."
"I'm waiting for her in Baidou Village with Shouzhuo."
Whether he could actually win over Su Wantang by taking advantage of her love for Feng Shouzhuo, Feng Xiu wasn't sure.
No one knows if she really left, or if she left someone in the shadows.
Feng Xiu had a plan in mind, but he also prepared for the worst in case the negotiations with Su Wantang broke down.
If a fight breaks out, it's safer to leave the village outside the city.
Feng Shouzhu remained silent and accepted Feng Xiu's arrangement.
Feng Xiu didn't even look at him. He pointed at the Demon-Suppressing Statue and said, "Uncle Zheng, find some time to melt this down and forge a few fine weapons."
"Young Master, are you going to melt it down?"
Upon hearing this, Han Che's expression changed slightly. "Absolutely not. This Demon-Suppressing Statue is a divine object used to ward off evil spirits and protect the home. If it's just for a weapon, I do have some connections."
Xiang Geng didn't dare to speak, but his expression showed regret.
Even Feng Shouzhou shook his head slightly.
The Demon-Suppressing Statue is a masterpiece of nature, a top-tier work of art, and deserves to be preserved for a long time, both for its collectible value and its historical significance.
"Can exorcising evil spirits and protecting the home suppress the dark abyss monsters in the pond?"
Once martial arts advance to the Blood Burning stage, it actually becomes somewhat mysterious.
A martial artist cultivates his spirit and nourishes his soul. By observing a fierce tiger, one can discern malevolent forces and ward off evil; by observing a majestic mountain, one can understand the profound weight of heaven and earth.
The Demon-Suppressing Statue is no exception.
If placed in the training room, it will unconsciously accelerate the cultivation of the "divine energy" that the cultivator develops.
Han Che remained silent.
"Once things are peaceful again, you can have as much as you want. Right now, survival is our priority. There's no need to say more. Just do as instructed." Feng Xiu waved his hand.
Although everyone felt it was a pity, they still clasped their hands in greeting and withdrew.
After they left.
Feng Xiu stepped forward, patted Feng Shouzhuo on the shoulder, said nothing, and then turned and left.
Feng Shouzhou doesn't need comforting or admonishing; he'll figure it out on his own.
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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.
An inconspicuous blue cloth carriage drove out of the back gate of the Feng Mansion and headed east along the inner city street.
Inside the carriage, Feng Xiu closed his eyes to rest, holding two dragon-shaped jade cores in his hands, slowly turning them.
Feng Shouzhou sat opposite him, lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and gazed at the street scene flashing past the window without saying a word.
The carriage passed through the inner city and entered the main street of the outer city.
As dawn broke, shops along the street opened one after another, and wisps of smoke rose from their chimneys, mingling with the morning mist and casting a faint bluish-white hue over the entire street.
At a porridge stall on a street corner.
Several men dressed in the Feng family's uniform were carrying a large pot out, the porridge inside still steaming.
A long queue had already formed in front of the porridge stall, with ragged refugees holding broken bowls and waiting quietly.
Someone was holding a baby who was crying from hunger. The woman was soothing the baby in a low voice, but her eyes were fixed on the pot.
Beside the group, two guards paced back and forth, their eyes sharp, but they did not drive anyone away.
After a long while, Feng Shouzhou finally managed to clear his mind of thoughts about Su Wantang, as if trying to shift his focus.
Feng Shouzhu stared blankly, then hesitated before speaking, "Brother, are these people... all refugees?"
Feng Xiu opened his eyes, glanced in the direction of his gaze, and then closed them again.
"Um."
"Before..." Feng Shouzhuo paused, "were there this many refugees in the city before?"
"Yes, but not that many," Feng Xiu said calmly. "Jinzhou is in chaos, and those fleeing south are all heading to Yunzhou, with the majority coming from Qingyan Prefecture."
Feng Shouzhuo looked out the window again.
The carriage continued its journey, passing through street after street.
In front of each porridge shop, there were long queues. Some shops had signs with the characters "Feng," "Lin," or the names of several other prominent families hanging on them.
"Are these all for making porridge?"
Feng Shouzhuo was taken aback. He hadn't left the Feng residence much recently and didn't know much about the outer city.
"The Lin family, the Zhao family, the Zhou family, the Wang family," Feng Xiu said, "and a few small grain merchants also opened porridge shops."
"Would they... be willing?"
Feng Shouzhuo was somewhat shocked.
Despite his previous extravagant lifestyle, he never neglected his basic skills in reading and understanding the world.
What's the difference between providing porridge and grain to the poor and distributing silver to them?
Would these large families really be so kind?
Feng Xiu opened his eyes. "Why are you unwilling?"
"If the refugees don't cause trouble, the city will be stable. Only when the city is stable can business be done. At a time like this, people are still thinking about hoarding grain to make a fortune. Do you think they're fools?"
Feng Shouzhuo seemed to be deep in thought, but he still felt that something was not right.
As we drove past both sides of the street, the shops on both sides were already open.
A queue had formed in front of the grain shop; the people were all dressed in coarse cloth clothes, carrying cloth bags, and smiling.
Not only are they releasing grain, but they're also selling it at low prices?
Feng Shouzhou grew increasingly suspicious. He watched as Feng Xiu pretended to be asleep, but he felt that these matters were inextricably linked to Feng Xiu.
The carriage left the city gate and drove onto the official road. As the streets receded and the crowds thinned, the fields on both sides came into view.
In the wheat field, the lush green wheat seedlings are growing well, vibrant and stretching as far as the eye can see.
Along the ridges of the fields, farmers walked by carrying hoes, occasionally stopping, squatting down, reaching out to touch the wheat seedlings, their faces wrinkled with smiles.