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Chapter 29 The Wind of Wind, Tiger, Cloud, and Dragon (Please read on, vote with monthly tickets, and recommend!)

"Steamed buns, three coins each, two steamed buns for five coins!"

"Crushed dough pieces, seven coins a bowl."

"Selling fermented rice wine! Six coins! Six coins!"

Ren Shaoyang walked along the streets of Fengyangchuan with his hands in his sleeves, listening to the loud cries of the street vendors.

Since the massacre at Drip Cliff six months ago, the area has been burned to the ground, and the wind howls at night, making it uninhabitable.

The traveling merchants were forced to change their market location.

Fengyangchuan, located 20 miles away from Dishuiya, received this unexpected joy.

In just six months, it became the largest trading hub in the surrounding area.

Ren Shaoyang looked around. His short hair had grown longer during this time, but instead of hanging down his shoulders like a lion, he tied it up with a strip of cloth and combed it into a ponytail.

They did seem quite spirited.

Having not been out for a long time, Ren Shaoyang's mood improved after a long absence as he listened to the various hawking cries, the neighing of horses, the clattering of bowls and chopsticks, and smelled the aroma of food.

Crossing the street, bypassing a group of swordsmen squatting against the wall waiting for work, and turning into the alley, the previous commotion was immediately forgotten.

As I approached a shop, the aroma of medicine wafted through the air. Looking up, I saw three large characters: Da Ning Tang.

It turned out to be a pharmacy.

Ren Shaoyang went in and handed a piece of paper to the shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper took it, glanced at it, and couldn't help but read it aloud:
"Three snake gallbladders, nine mace of aged cassia seed powder (from the previous year), and three cups of wild chrysanthemum juice."

He looked up at the young man in front of him and asked, "Sir, are you here to wash your eyes?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Wow, shopkeeper has a good eye!"

The old shopkeeper chuckled and said, "Sir, this combination is quite interesting. The herbs are all common and readily available, yet the pairing is extraordinary." He smacked his lips as he spoke. "Although two main ingredients are missing, according to your prescription, they shouldn't be difficult to find. A fine prescription, truly a fine prescription!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and gave a thumbs up: "The shopkeeper knows his stuff!"

The old shopkeeper had his assistant fetch the medicinal herbs, packed them up, and handed them to him: "Cheng Hui, fifty coins."

Ren Shaoyang paid the money and was about to leave the pharmacy with the medicine in his hand.

But then the old shopkeeper called out to him, "Sir, please allow me to say a few words. Your prescription, though it uses the most common herbs to achieve the best effect, is almost a masterpiece. However, it is also very taxing on the body. You should add some herbs that replenish qi and blood, otherwise most people cannot withstand it."

Ren Shaoyang frowned, thinking of Hongxiu's petite figure, and turned to ask, "Shopkeeper, what medicinal herbs are best for replenishing qi and nourishing blood?"

The old shopkeeper chuckled, "In this harsh, cold land of the North, where would we find any good medicinal herbs?" But then he changed the subject, "If we're talking about good ones, then Codonopsis pilosula is truly the best; it was once a tribute item!"

"Codonopsis pilosula?" Ren Shaoyang muttered to himself for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any?"

The old shopkeeper waved his hand, shook his head, and sighed, "I don't have any. This stuff is extremely rare. Apart from Liu Meng, the leader of the ginseng merchants in Fengyangchuan, no one else has ever seen it!"

"Oh?" Ren Shaoyang's lips curled into a smirk. "Monopoly, the underworld, huh? Where does he live?"

"Look!" The old shopkeeper pointed towards the north gate, "It's right there in Muddy Foot Alley!"

Ren Shaoyang cupped his hands in greeting and turned to head towards the North Gate.

He came to Fengyangchuan today to get medicine, but it was for Hongxiu to practice the Eye-Brightening Style Medicine Cleansing Method.

Since the little beggar learned the Eye-Brightness Style a while ago, his internal energy cultivation has progressed very quickly.

The Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang and the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot Shaoyang are now connected.

The next step is to apply a medicated wash to the eyes to promote the circulation of Yin and Yang in the eye meridians.

Whenever he thought of this, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but sigh. Cao Shaoqin, that dead eunuch, had spent thirty years cultivating his divine eyes, while this little beggar had reached such a level in just a few months.

I'm afraid that if the Grand Eunuch found out, he would be so angry that he would jump out of Blackwater City!
"However, if Hongxiu were to master the 'Bright Eyes Style' and combine it with Diao Buyu's masterful knife skills, given her 'greedy knife' nature..."

Ren Shaoyang's expression began to turn strange.

"This little beggar really fits the description of a 'sword immortal' who 'strikes with one strike and doesn't need two.'"

After walking around a street, we came to a narrow alley.

This area, near the North Gate, was mostly inhabited by poor people. The houses were low and dilapidated, and the streets were filled with sewage and mud, making them difficult to walk on.

The leader of this street, Liu Meng, the leader of the ginseng gang, not only had ginseng gang members under his command, but also various outlaws, swordsmen, wanted criminals, rebels, and refugees from all ethnic groups.

It can be said that this small area is teeming with outlaws and gangs, each establishing its own territory and forming a self-contained entity.

Even government officials dared not easily set foot here; Liu Meng was like a gang leader in the underworld.

Ren Shaoyang strolled leisurely through the alley, crossed the sewage ditch, and crawled through the messy shacks along the street.

During this time, they passed by various gangs on several occasions, where swordsmen and thugs tried to extort money from them.

If you don't give it to him, then you'll take his life.

"Damn it, I got robbed in an alley when I was a kid, and now I'm being robbed again after transmigrating. Did I transmigrate for nothing?"

Ren Shaoyang didn't waste any words and started attacking without any mercy, felling the four gang leaders one by one like harvesting wheat. His chest was shattered by the impact, and the other one would have had his head twisted off if he hadn't run away quickly.

In the world of martial arts, life and death are determined by fate.

Knowing that a powerful figure had arrived, these people quickly collected the dead body and left.

Ren Shaoyang didn't care. He walked around, stopping and starting, turning east and west, until he arrived at a tavern.

A young man with a mole on his face was guarding the front of the house. When he saw Ren Shaoyang, he whistled, and three or four more young men emerged from behind the house.

All of them bowed to Ren Shaoyang in unison, saying, "Greetings, Master Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "Do you know them?"

The young man with the mole said respectfully, "You must be a big shot! The moment you stepped into our Mud Foot Alley, the boss had already prepared some wine to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled, reached into his hand, pulled out a handful of copper coins, and tossed them to him: "Please have some tea, brothers."

The young man was overjoyed. He took it in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and then handed it to his underling. He then led Ren Shaoyang inside.

As the young man left, he said in a condescending tone, "Master Ren, the boss is inside, so I won't go in. If we meet again in the martial world, I, 'Shalifei,' will definitely treat you to drinks—good drinks!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, and seeing the young man's shifty-looking yet serious demeanor, smiled in response.

Upon entering the hall, a man in his thirties stood smiling, holding a wine glass.

"Master Ren, you're here?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him. His hair, which was half black and half white, was neatly combed. He was pot-bellied and had a very rough beard, but he was wearing a brocade robe and his skin was very fair.

Looking closer, one could see that his finger bones were thick and his hands were rough. As if sensing the gaze, he couldn't help but pull his hands back.

Ren Shaoyang walked to his seat, placed the medicinal herbs on the table, and cupped his hands in greeting: "Please."

Without further ado, he drank when Liu Meng raised his glass and ate when Liu Meng picked up food.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, Ren Shaoyang wiped his mouth and said, "Damn, this is delicious."

Liu Meng laughed heartily, pulled out a folding fan from somewhere, and swung it open with a "whoosh." Unexpectedly, several pieces of the fan were broken off, and the words "elegant and refined" that were originally written on it were broken into pieces.

What a Liu Meng! His skin is thicker than a city wall. He calmly closed his folding fan and said, "Master Ren, you came here and killed four of my five bosses. Such ruthless methods almost scared the crap out of me."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways and said, "What, you want to fight me?"

"Hey! Look at you, so hot-tempered! Why are you flipping the table right after finishing your meal?"

Liu Meng was so frightened that sweat poured down his forehead. He quickly waved his hands and shouted, "Old Liu is a rough man and doesn't understand any nonsense. I just want to give you an explanation!"

"statement?"

"Mhm!" Fatty Liu nodded repeatedly and waved his hand.

Then a servant came out from behind, carrying a plate covered with a red cloth, which looked bulging, and walked up quickly.

"Mr. Ren, please."

Ren Shaoyang looked at it, then lifted the red cloth. On the plate were neatly arranged silver ingots, dazzling and lovely.

In the very center was a small wooden box, from which a faint scent of medicine wafted.

Ren Shaoyang picked up the wooden box, opened it, and saw a yellowish-brown medicinal herb with a spindle-shaped root that resembled a lion's head. His eyes lit up immediately.

"Could this be...?"

Fatty Liu sat up straight, straightened his clothes, puffed out his chest, and coughed, saying, "Master Ren, fifty-year-old Shangdang ginseng, a top-quality product!"

"Snapped"!
Ren Shaoyang closed the box, glanced at him, and said with a half-smile, "Boss Liu has connections everywhere, impressive."

Fatty Liu said, "Master Ren, although I, Old Liu, roam the streets and wander the world, I also admire heroes and admire chivalrous people! How so? Even thieves have their code of honor, and we have our rules!"

"Your presence in this muddy alley is due to my men's lack of discipline; they deserve to die!"

"Mr. Ren, are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Ren Shaoyang could not say whether he was satisfied with his "statement" or not; he simply had no complaints.

A thumbs up: "A hidden dragon in the abyss, I admire you!"

Hearing his praise, Fatty Liu was overjoyed, but he didn't forget to maintain a solemn demeanor, saying, "Not at all, not at all. If I hadn't been so late in receiving the news, my men wouldn't have been so blind as to offend you, Master Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Since that's the case, I'll accept it without further ado."

"I couldn't ask for more!" Fatty Liu chuckled.

As Ren Shaoyang was about to leave, carrying the medicinal herbs, silver, and ginseng, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Boss Liu, have you offended anyone lately?"

Fatty Liu asked in confusion, "Old Liu has always been cautious and never goes out. Who could he possibly have offended?"

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Then why is there a powerful expert outside with a murderous aura?"

Fatty Liu was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Great hearing!"

A loud shout came from outside the door.

Then a person strode in.

This man wore a crimson robe, was tall and thin, with a golden face, and exuded an imposing aura. His hands were as large as palm-leaf fans, with long, slender fingers that resembled dragon claws.

He rolled his eyes, stared intently at Ren Shaoyang and the other man, chuckled coldly, and said nothing.

Upon seeing this man, Fatty Liu turned ashen-faced and could barely speak, pointing at him: "Fengfeng."

"Should we get out of here?" Ren Shaoyang peered at him.

"It is the mournful howling of the wind, 'the wind is fierce and the sky is high,' the wind howls mournfully."

The man sat down next to Fatty Liu without anyone noticing, and a large hand was put around his shoulder.

The hand was enormous; with a single stroke, it landed on Fatty Liu's chest from his shoulder.

Fatty Liu's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled violently: "Uncle Feng, you...you were looking for me?"

"You're avoiding me, so of course I'm coming to find you myself!"

Feng Xiao'ai patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and asked with a smile, "You are the number one expert in the Northern Frontier, 'The Butcher' Ren Shaoyang?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at his palm, then looked down at the whip cord at his waist, and smiled, "It's me."

"Good!" the man laughed heartily. "My name is Feng Xiao'ai, the 'Feng' in 'wind tiger cloud dragon'!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "The Four Eccentrics of the North?"

Feng Xiaoai said, "It's all because our friends in the martial arts world love and respect us that they gave the four of us this nickname."

He tightened his grip, and with a creaking sound, he looked up at Ren Shaoyang amidst Fatty Liu's scream.

“Kid, I know you have a big reputation in the North. But this Fatty Liu has broken the rules, so please keep your distance.” He glanced at the bag of silver in Ren Shaoyang’s hand, a hint of mockery flashing across his face. “After this is all over, you will certainly not be treated unfairly.”

Ren Shaoyang asked, "What rule was broken?"

Feng Xiaoai narrowed his eyes: "After it's done, three hundred taels of silver, plus a house to the east, and fifty acres of land."

He smiled and said smugly, "You don't have to do anything. As long as you don't do anything, everything is yours. You can move into the house in the east of the city tonight."

Ren Shaoyang persisted: "I'm asking you, what rule did you break?"

Feng Xiaoai paused, his strange eyes narrowing into slits: "Ren Shaoyang, why bother?"

"Who the hell asked you that?"

Ren Shaoyang shouted impatiently, "Fatty Liu, speak! What rules did you break?"

Fatty Liu shrank back like a quail, glanced at the menacing Feng Xiaoai, then at the spirited Ren Shaoyang, swallowed hard, and finally mustered his courage.

"Master Feng wants my business with Codonopsis pilosula, but Old Liu refused and has been avoiding him ever since."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and glanced sideways at Feng Xiaoai: "What kind of rule is this?"

"My rules," Feng Xiao'ai said, his gaze icy, yet a smile played on his lips, "No one dares to disrespect me!"

"Oh~!" Ren Shaoyang exclaimed with sudden realization, "So this is the rule, huh? Is this a combination of cunning and forceful extortion, and even wiping out an entire family?"

Feng Xiao'ai was stunned by the scolding. He was the leader of the Four Eccentrics of the North, known as "Feng Hu Yun Long". He was a notorious figure in the North.

The reason I didn't care about saving face this time was that I personally took action.

It's because I recently obtained a recipe for an elixir, which is made from the dew of various flower petals. It can not only treat internal injuries, but also nourish the spirit, strengthen the body, and prolong life.

The main ingredient in the prescription is this Codonopsis pilosula.

Feng Xiao'ai is now forty-three years old. The moment he obtained the pill formula, he was overjoyed. As long as he could master this pill, he would have a ladder to progress in both the martial arts world and the imperial court!

After all, whether in the martial arts world or the imperial court, martial arts skills are not the most important thing; power is.

Even if he were to take a step back and only sell these pills from now on, he could still make a fortune and have a steady stream of wealth.

Therefore, Liu Meng's ginseng customers, the map of Shangdang ginseng he possessed, and even his ginseng-selling business network were all indispensable pieces of Feng Xiao'ai's plan.

He was determined to get his hands on Fatty Liu's ginseng business, even his life!
Feng Xiao'ai said coldly, "Boy, are you trying to act tough with me?"

Ren Shaoyang placed the medicinal herbs and silver on the table and sat back down.

"A man fights for his pride, a Buddha fights for his incense. Fatty Liu just showed me enough respect, but you, Feng Xiao'ai, have treated me like a coward from the very beginning. Isn't that going too far?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, revealing his sharp edge.

"Too much?" Feng Xiao'ai grinned and said, "Kid, I'm sparing your life, you should be kneeling and kowtowing."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Oh, you're making a fool of me."

Feng Xiaoai leaned closer: "If you want to stand up for Fatty Liu, you'd better know your own limitations."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Speak out or act tough, I just can't stand the faces of you 'heroes.' What do you suggest we do about it?"

"Then don't do it!"

With a mournful cry, the wind suddenly swept its large hand, and the small clay stove on the table flew over.

With a loud "crack," Ren Shaoyang pointed his fingers, and the clay stove split in two. The upper piece flew up to the roof beam and embedded itself in it, while the lower piece smashed onto the table, sending debris flying everywhere.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Old man, in the end, we still need to weigh the pros and cons!" He bent his arm, gathering his strength, and with a whoosh, he sent out a finger, carrying an extremely thin and fine force, thrusting it forward.

With a soft "whoosh," as if silk were passing through the eye of a needle, the fingertip touched Feng Xiao's disheveled hair, which immediately flew up and stood on end, like a waterfall flowing backward!

Feng Xiao'ai hurriedly released Fatty Liu, squatted into a horse stance, crossed his arms over his chest, and gathered all his strength to withstand the finger strike.

There was a "ding" sound!
Feng Xiao'ai trembled and took two steps back. He lowered his hands and looked down, only to see that a small hole had been drilled into the fine iron wrist guard on his left wrist, as if by a chisel!
He had no time to care about Fatty Liu, who was scrambling away in a panic.

Instead, he looked at Ren Shaoyang with disbelief.

"You, are you a human or a ghost? How did you learn kung fu?"

(End of this chapter)