Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 17 The Tiger Roars
In the elegant and bookish study room, the deputy city lord knelt on the futon, carefully watching a picture scroll.

"Although this painting is good, it still lacks a trace of charm after all."

"Is this the famous work of the top masters in Pingyang City? It really disappoints me."

The deputy city lord is in his 40s, and because he has held a high position for a long time, he has an aura of calmness and prestige.

Although the deputy city lord was a little disappointed, he was also a lover of painting and knew that his requirements were too harsh, and the painting in front of him was already very precious.

Therefore, after watching carefully for a while, the deputy city lord finally wrapped up the scroll.

"Hey, why are you so noisy?"

The deputy city lord is a scribe, and usually he is quite quiet, but when he heard the faint shouts and curses coming from outside, his face darkened.

"Come on!"

After the deputy city lord yelled, the door was pushed open, and an old man walked in.

"My lord, what can I order?"

After seeing the old man, the deputy city lord immediately said, "Uncle Fu, why is it so noisy outside?"

The old man said: "There is a young man named Yang Feng who sells paintings not far from the mansion, and he called out a thousand gold price."

The deputy city lord was stunned when he heard the words, and said in disbelief: "What kind of picture scroll is worth thousands of gold?"

But the old man shook his head, and said with some disdain: "It must be that Yang Feng uttered wild words, trying to defraud property through this painting."

The deputy city lord asked, "Why did Uncle Fu make such a statement?"

Uncle Fu replied: "Someone recognizes the identity of Yang Feng, but he is just a shabby household in a village, and he has been poor for generations. How can there be a family heirloom picture scroll?"

"Besides, many onlookers asked Yang Feng to show the scroll to everyone, but he never did so. He must have a guilty conscience."

Fu Bo hated people who cheated and deceived him to the bone.

He intends to have someone arrest Yang Feng, but Yang Feng is selling the items on the street, and the price is clearly stated, the items have not been sold yet.

At least until now, Yang Feng has not violated the laws of Pingyang City.

Therefore, even though Uncle Fu could not understand Yang Feng and had the right to send someone to take him down, considering the reputation of the deputy city lord, he did not do so in the end.

After all, the city lord has always been at odds with the deputy city lord. If the city lord is given the blame, it will be very detrimental to the deputy city lord.

The deputy city lord knew about Uncle Fu's past, so he couldn't help laughing when he saw him speak like this, but he also became a little curious about the picture scroll in Yang Feng's hand.

Unlike ordinary people, the deputy city lord didn't think that Yang Feng was trying to cheat money.

Otherwise, if a painting is blatantly sold for thousands of dollars on the street, it will not only fail to sell, but will also be condemned by the public.

"I like calligraphy and painting. Someone was selling them not far from the mansion, and they called out a price that was impossible to sell."

"If there is nothing tricky in it, how is it possible?"

As a scribe, the deputy city lord has fought for power and profit with the city lord in Pingyang City for so many years, so he is naturally not an ordinary person.

After a little thought, he knew that Yang Feng's target this time was probably himself.

"Whether this person wants to assassinate or has other plans, I should go and have a look so that I can take the initiative."

Feeling concerned, the deputy city lord immediately said: "I am very interested in that painting, Uncle Fu will follow me out and meet that Yang Feng."

Uncle Fu was stunned when he heard the words, and said in disbelief: "My lord, don't be fooled by that guy."

The deputy city lord said with a half-smile: "Does Uncle Fu think that a young brat can fool me?"

Uncle Fu was slightly startled, then shook his head and said: "That's true, since your lord wants to go out and have a look, this old man will follow by his side."

The two walked out of the deputy city lord's mansion hand in hand, and headed straight for Yang Feng's position.

When the onlookers saw that the two were coming from the deputy city lord's mansion, they hurried out of the way, and some people who didn't know what to do were also pulled aside by their companions.

The deputy city lord wore a green shirt and had an extraordinary bearing. Although Fu Bo was older, his eyes were very sharp.

After entering the crowd, Uncle Fu followed closely beside the deputy city lord, his eyes constantly patrolling the nearby crowd.

"Hey, that person seems to be a martial artist in the realm of refining and transforming Qi."

Uncle Fu kept looking around, and when he saw Huan Chang, his eyes shrank and his body tensed up.

"This person is so young!"

Looking at Huan Chang, who had an angry face, but had already reached the realm of refining and transforming Qi, Uncle Fu couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

As if feeling Uncle Fu's movements, the deputy city lord followed Uncle Fu's gaze and saw Huan Chang standing beside him with a smile. He seemed to be able to feel a familiar aura from this person.

"There is an air of elegance around this person's body, he must be a person who has read a lot of poetry and books."

The deputy city lord is a literati who likes to dance and write, so he naturally has a good impression of scholars, so he couldn't help but nodded slightly at Huanchang.

Huan Chang had been quietly watching the deputy city lord, and when he saw his movements, he smiled and nodded in return.

The deputy city lord walked forward slowly, and the noisy crowd gradually quieted down. Some people recognized the identity of the deputy city lord, and they didn't dare to make any more noise.

The deputy city lord did not pay attention to everyone's movements, walked to a position not far from Yang Feng, and said with a smile: "I want to buy this calligraphy and painting, I wonder if my little brother can let me have a look first."

Yang Feng also noticed the arrival of the deputy city lord, and couldn't help but set his sights on Huan Chang.

Huan Chang walked up unhurriedly, bowed to the deputy city lord, and said apologetically, "To tell you the truth, this painting is not a family heirloom."

"It's just that I believe he won't disappoint you."

After speaking, Huan Chang took the scroll from Yang Feng's hand, and slowly opened it in the void.

Uncle Fu has been watching Huan Chang's movements, and when he saw him open the scroll, the true energy in his body could not help but gather slowly.

If Huan Chang has any unruly intentions, he will receive a thunderous blow from Uncle Fu.

In the entire Pingyang City, apart from the city lord, Fu Bo believes that no one can block his full blow, and no one can hurt the deputy city lord under his protection.

The picture scroll was slowly opened, and at this time, the crowd of onlookers also stretched their necks, wanting to see the contents of the picture scroll.

From the beginning to the end, the deputy city lord looked calm and breezy, staring at the scroll with a smile.

However, when the picture scroll was fully unfolded, the deputy city lord and everyone present felt a shock in their hearts.

"Roar!"

A majestic roar of the tiger resounded in everyone's hearts.

Even those people on the back of the picture scroll seemed to see a fierce tiger roaring in the forest, and then suddenly rushed towards them.

Many people couldn't help but yelled, and then fell to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)