control the heavens

Chapter 188

Chapter 14 Zhonghua Pavilion

The sky is lightly raining, and the grass and trees are fresh and the mountains are full of fragrance.

Fengxi Village is a small remote mountain village. The villagers make a living by farming and hunting. Although they are far away from the town, although life is not very affluent, it is better to be leisurely.

What puzzled the people of Fengxi Village was that even though it was an inconspicuous mountain village, one or two strangers would still come to the village from time to time, bringing a trace of foreign vitality to the peaceful Fengxi Village.

What makes the villagers even more strange is that in such a poor and backward mountain village, there is actually a large-scale Zhonghua Pavilion restaurant, which often maintains a state where there are more waiters than customers.

At the beginning, the villagers were still a little confused, but after a long time, the simple villagers didn't care, and regarded the boss and fellows of Zhonghua Pavilion as members of Fengxi Village.

The honest villagers didn't realize that the Jiang Hu people who would come to Fengxi Village every once in a while basically go to the place of wealth and honor in their eyes: Zhonghua Pavilion!
However, Fengxi Village has been a bit lively recently, because the nephew of the boss of Zhonghua Pavilion has come, this is really a handsome guy.

With long flowing hair and an extremely handsome face, the whole body is filled with gentle temperament, indescribably charming and inexhaustible elegance, which fascinates the big girls and young daughter-in-laws in the village dazzled and happy.

Zhonghua Pavilion, also because of the arrival of the boss's nephew, suddenly became a little strangely lively.

Of course, the simple and honest people in Fengxi Village don't know that this elegant, handsome and talented nobleman is actually the famous god of wind in the world - Nie Feng.

It turns out that Nie Feng escaped from Wushuang City with Mingyue, ran for his life all the way, sought a doctor to treat Mingyue, and came to Fengxi Village. Begging, Wuming was finally moved, and he ordered Wuming to heal Mingyue himself, pulling Mingyue back from the edge of life and death.

Nie Feng, who was in a good mood, temporarily lived in Fengxi Village with Mingyue, and after several times of getting along, Nie Feng knew that this uncle playing the erhu was actually Wuming, a peerless figure in the "Wulin Mythology".

On this day, on the only muddy dirt road leading to the outside world from Fengxi Village, a tall young man with a leisurely face and a long sword on his waist walked up.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the young man's footsteps seem to be messy but very regular. Every step he takes seems to have been measured, and the distance is exactly the same.

What is even more surprising is that the muddy dirt road is difficult to walk on, and the slippery muddy ground and dirty muddy water will teach you what it means to be difficult on a rainy road.

If an ordinary villager walks, he will be splashed with mud in a short time, turning himself into a vivid clay figurine.

But the strange thing is that this young man with a sword is not slow at all, but apart from the light rain on the clothes on his body, there is not even half of the muddy water on his feet or on his shoes.

The people in the village with little knowledge naturally don't know the reason. When the villagers who are busy in the fields see it, they just take a look at it and say hello at most. No one is stupid enough to make irresponsible remarks to a stranger.

If there were people from the world here, they would be speechless for a long time.

The boy with the sword clearly possesses extremely powerful internal strength and extremely lightness kung fu, otherwise he would not be able to achieve such a relaxed and natural level for a long time without a little bit of sewage on his body.

"Master, is this Fengxi Village?"

Walking to the entrance of the village, there is a big pagoda tree by the roadside, under a huge canopy like a dense canopy, sitting a few old people in plain clothes with their faces full of ditches, talking about ancient times together, the boy with a sword smiled and asked softly.

"Yes, this is Fengxi Village!"

Several elders glanced at the young man with the sword, but they didn't pay too much attention. One of the enthusiastic elders asked, "Where is the young man from? Why did you come to our Fengxi Village? I don't think I've seen you before?"

"Haha, uncle has a good memory, I really haven't been to Fengxi Village before!"

The boy with the sword laughed, with an indescribably calm and gentle face, and said with a smile: "I have a distant relative who lives in Fengxi Village, and I happened to pass by here on a trip, so I came here to have a look!"

"Oh, what's the name of your distant relative?"

Several old men sitting under the big pagoda tree were interested, and one of them yelled and asked.

"Boss of the Zhonghua Pavilion, do you know where the Zhonghua Pavilion is?"

The boy with the sword was not too annoying, he smiled and asked the old men.

"Oh, it turned out to be a relative of the boss of Zhonghua Pavilion, no wonder!"

The old men looked stunned, pointed to a second-floor building not far away and said, "That's the Zhonghua Pavilion, young man, hurry up and meet your relatives!"

"Thank you, gentlemen!"

The boy with the sword thanked him politely, and then strode towards the Zhonghua Pavilion not far away.

"This young man looks like he is from a big city!"

"Isn't that nonsense, look at that demeanor, and the tone and demeanor when speaking, can it be mud legs like us?"

"Oh, people from big cities are different. Seeing his polite manner just now, it really makes me feel refreshed and happy!"

"Yes, yes, people from big cities are different!"

"..."

Seeing the figure of the boy with the sword leaving, several old men who had nothing to do couldn't help talking about this topic. In short, there is one meaning: people in big cities are just extraordinary!
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The Zhonghua Pavilion Restaurant was empty as usual with few customers.

The shopkeeper and the clerk chatted their teeth weakly, looking lazy and wishing they could just fall asleep.

dong dong dong...

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the half-covered door, and with the sound of a branch, the door was completely pushed open, the light at the door dimmed, and a majestic figure stood at the door, glanced left and right at the empty Zhonghua Pavilion, and walked slowly He randomly found an empty table and sat down.

The eyes of the shopkeeper and the staff were instantly attracted by the sudden appearance of the guests.

That tall and burly figure, as well as that awe-inspiring demeanor, let them know how extraordinary the young man was.

"Guest officer, it's better to eat at the top, the shop provides food, drink and accommodation services..."

The partner who was sitting in front of the counter chatting with the shopkeeper immediately walked over with a smile on his face, speaking a set of familiar and fluent standard rhetoric, but when he was about to walk to the wine table, he accidentally saw The familiar long sword that was placed on the table suddenly paused.

"Just a few of Zhonghua Pavilion's signature dishes!"

The boy with the sword looked calm, waved his hand and a small piece of silver fell on the table with a sweet bang.

"Well, the shopkeeper's guests want some signature dishes!"

Xiaoer held the towel as if wiping the table, and the small piece of silver disappeared in a blink of an eye. He turned around and yelled at the shopkeeper, and at the same time gave the shopkeeper an indescribable look.

"The guest officer looks familiar, doesn't he look like a local?"

While filling tea and pouring water, Xiao Er didn't keep his mouth idle. At the same time, his pair of beady eyes also took a thorough look at the familiar long sword lying on the table.

"Yeah, I traveled around the world and passed by, and I came here to find someone!" The boy with a sword picked up his tea bowl and took a sip.

"Oh, I don't know who the guest officer wants to find?"

The clerk looked attentive, and his ordinary face was full of confidence: "As long as it is a person in Fengxi Village, there is no one I don't know!"

"nameless!"

The young man chuckled, put down the teacup lightly and spoke indifferently.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

The guy's face changed slightly, and the originally stooped and careless expression disappeared, replaced by a serious face and a gushing powerful aura.

"That's right, the cultivation base has reached the first-class realm in Jianghu?"

Tang Han smiled lightly, the awe-inspiring aura bursting out from the guy, as if the breeze blowing on his face could not make the slightest ripple, he sat still, as if he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

He didn't have the time to argue with a young fellow, even though the opponent had the strength of a first-class master.

"Go and report, and say that Tang Han, a disciple of the Juggernaut, is here to meet Senior Unknown!" Tang Han said indifferently.

The guy's breath was stagnant, his eyes were fixed, very sharp, he nodded again, turned around and left.

It's fine if it's someone else, but the disciples of the Juggernaut can't wait.

At the same time, Tang Han's aura rose up, and the huge aura made people feel frightened. He stayed far away and dared not approach. Several guests who were drinking in the restaurant crawled away from the restaurant, as if there were some ferocious beasts. In this restaurant.

Tang Han believed that Wuming, who lived in seclusion here, would definitely go to see him, not only because he reported that he was a disciple of the Juggernaut, but also because of his strength. If Wuming didn't see him, he could kill all the guys in the restaurant , and then look for Wuming, with his means, it is not difficult to find Wuming who lives in seclusion.

And the faint murderous look in his aura was just reminding Wuming.

After a while, the child turned back, bowed and said in a low voice, "My lord, my master is calling, please follow me."

Tang Han nodded and followed behind.

I went downstairs and came to the back of the restaurant. This is a small courtyard, very clean.

Pushing the door open, the waiter signaled Tang Han to go in, bowed to the inside, turned around and left, and closed the courtyard door at the same time.

Tang Han saw at a glance that there was a stone table in the courtyard, and a middle-aged man in gray was sitting beside him, with a calm face and slightly melancholy eyes, calm and ordinary.

"Tang Han, disciple of the Sword Master, pays homage to Senior Unknown."

After taking a look at it, Tang Han has already determined that this is Wuming, a martial arts myth, because Tang Han is no stranger to the breath of Wuming.

As for the young man in white who was practicing swords next to him, he couldn't help but stop when Tang Han entered the yard, looked at Tang Han curiously, and pricked up his ears.

This person is none other than the unnamed disciple——Jian Chen.

Jianchen was adopted by Wuming since he was a child, and was taught inexplicable sword skills. Jianchen followed Wuming, but rarely saw other people. Except for the "God of Wind" Nie Feng who came here two days ago, there are already people in this yard. No one came for over a month.

(End of this chapter)