Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 168 The position of the eldest senior brother (seeking recommendation votes)

In the gloomy city of Youdu.

The rapid and sharp piano sounds fell like rain, causing screams to be heard all around.

Countless ghost soldiers were unable to retreat in time and were killed or stabbed by the sound blades. They lay on the cold black stone street wailing in pain.

Seeing this, Qing Lang's eyes were glaring and he said coldly, "Brother Feng!"

When the war song "Heavy Rain" was played for the second time, countless ghost soldiers were reduced to ashes.

Feng Qingyan put away his zither and stood up. After putting the zither on his back, he smiled and said, "You are all so kind and righteous. I, Feng Qingyan, have nothing to repay you. I can only play a piece of music for you to express my gratitude for your kindness. I hope you enjoy it."

"Brother Feng, do you really think that you can do whatever you want in Youdu with the three Gentlemen Cauldrons?"

Qing Lang said coldly, his face becoming extremely gloomy.

"With three noble tripods in hand, I can really do whatever I want in Youdu." Feng Qingyan said shamelessly, "Brother Qinglang can only watch helplessly, even if his eyes are bloodshot, he can do nothing?"

Qing Lang almost vomited blood when he heard this, but unfortunately he had no blood to vomit, so if he wanted to vomit, he could only vomit his soul energy.

"If Brother Qinglang is dissatisfied, you can kill me."

Feng Qingyan smiled and took a few steps towards Qinglang and said, "But, Brother Qinglang, do you dare? Brother Qinglang, do you know why there are less than a hundred gentlemen in the vast Zhou Dynasty? Some people say that if there are a hundred gentlemen, ghosts and gods will not dare to deceive them! In my opinion, if there are gentlemen in the country, ghosts and gods will not dare to deceive them!"

"If there are more than a hundred gentlemen, no ghost or god dares to deceive them?"

Qing Lang frowned, as if he was misled by Feng Qingyan, and asked in confusion: "Is there such a saying? Why have I never heard of it? Who said this? However, this is ridiculous! Could it be that my great Youdu is afraid of a few so-called gentlemen?"

"Are you afraid or not? Brother Qinglang has seen it, so there is no need for me to say more." Feng Qingyan smiled and said, "These words were said by the world-famous Feng Sanding. Are you surprised?"

"Humph, it's just a quick talk."

Qing Lang realized that he had been tricked and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"Only those who are at a loss for words would use eloquence to cover up their speechlessness." After saying this, Feng Qingyan ignored Qing Lang and walked towards the city gate under the protection of the three Gentleman Cauldrons.

Youdu City is really too big.

As Feng Qingyan walked, he suddenly found that he was lost and didn't know which road led to the city gate.

"Qing Lang, are you still trying to capture the Ghost Emperor's descendants?"

A voice came from the sky, with a hint of blame.

Qing Lang frowned upon hearing this. He wanted to capture the descendant of the Ghost Emperor, but the three Gentleman Cauldrons were protecting him. He said, "Then the Gentleman Cauldron..."

"As long as you don't touch the Gentleman Cauldron, it won't be destroyed."

The voice said lightly, he couldn't stand Feng Qingyan's nonsense, which actually succeeded in confusing Youdu's hero Qing Lang, which made him quite disappointed.

Qing Lang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then his face became even gloomier.

He was fooled again.

"Brother Feng, what other tricks do you have now? Feel free to use them."

Qing Lang said with a sullen expression.

"Do you know what this is?"

Feng Qingyan took out a small plaque with the word "Gao" engraved on it. It was the plaque with the word "Gao". He smiled and said, "This is a plaque with the word "Gao". It contains a clone of Wen Xiang. As long as I crush it, the clone of Wen Xiang will appear."

"Haha."

Qing Lang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Feng, don't you know that I'm a ghost general?"

"I know."

Feng Qingyan said, and then he took out a dozen characters, pointed to one of them, and said: "This is a large character card, which contains a clone of a great scholar."

Qing Lang was stunned. "Brother Qing Lang, do you know how many large-character cards I have?" Feng Qingyan smiled and said, "Not many, only ten."

In fact, only the Gao brand on him was real, the others were all fake.

He has already given the big-character sign to Jiuge.

"Brother Feng, do you really think I'm an idiot?" Qing Lang's face turned pale, and he pointed at the sign and said angrily: "Didn't I check you? You have a high-level sign, a big sign, humph! I advise you not to use those petty tricks in front of me."

"Brother Qinglang, don't you know that my teacher knew I was coming to Youdu and asked for ten large-character plaques specifically for me?" Feng Qingyan was not surprised or nervous, as if the large-character plaques in his hands were all real. He continued, "Brother Qinglang, do you know how noble a Three-Tripod Gentleman is? Isn't a Three-Tripod Gentleman worth ten large-character plaques? Don't underestimate a Three-Tripod Gentleman."

Qing Lang was suddenly speechless. This was indeed possible.

"Brother Qinglang, do you know what the status of the eldest brother of the 81st Confucian Academy is?" Feng Qingyan continued, "The eldest brother of the 81st Confucian Academy has the same status as the great teacher, and can represent the academy when he travels around the world."

"And I, Feng Qingyan, must be the senior brother of Zangshan Academy."

Feng Qingyan walked and talked as if he was strolling on the street, completely ignoring the ghost soldiers around him, and even the hidden ghost generals.

He had neither the slightest fear nor much anger in his heart.

"Why does the senior brother of the academy have such a high status? Even the grand teacher of the academy is inferior to him?" Feng Qingyan, dressed in fluttering white clothes, walked slowly with a sixth-grade zither on his back, as if walking in the stone alleys of a small town. He said, "This is because only the senior brother of the 81st academy is qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son."

"What is the Holy Son?"

"He is the young leader of a religion. He can represent the will of the religion when he travels around the world."

"And I, Feng Qingyan, may one day become one of the four great leaders of the world." Feng Qingyan suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Qinglang: "Qinglang, place your bet now, I will definitely make you a big winner."

Qing Lang was so angry that he was shaking all over.

"Don't get excited, or you'll hurt yourself." Feng Qingyan said with concern, "You're my friend, so we'll tell you. If it's someone else..."

Feng Qingyan shook his head, then turned around and continued walking.

"Remember to place your bet, don't miss it."

Feng Qingyan said as he walked, and then he couldn't help laughing. He laughed and asked, "Brother Qinglang, how do I get to the city gate?"

"This way, go one mile forward and then turn left..."

Qing Lang blurted out.

"Thanks."

Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

Qing Lang was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter and said, "Brother Feng, if you were not the descendant of the Ghost Emperor, I would really like to be your friend. Besides, your shameless face really leaves me speechless."

"Excessive praise."

Feng Qingyan bowed.

"I'm not praising you!" Qing Lang said angrily, "You still dream of becoming one of the four great leaders of the world? You are just dreaming and you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

"But I thought you meant that as a compliment."

Feng Qingyan smiled, then thought hard and remained silent for a moment, then said seriously: "I don't think that I am ignorant, but that there is no young man in this world who can fight. No, there is no one who is as good at studying as me. I can memorize everything I see, apply what I have learned to other situations, draw inferences from one example, and know the big picture from the small details. I can realize the truth and break through the realm at any time..."

Qing Lang was stunned and began to tremble all over.

He was shocked by Feng Qingyan's shamelessness. He had seen shameless people before, but he had never seen someone so shameless. Is he still a Confucian disciple?

Is this still the world-famous Feng Sanding?

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(End of this chapter)