Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

In the carriage, after Yang Zhao made it clear that he wanted to marry Huang Rong, Huang Rong's attitude changed very quickly.

Yan Fei and Jing Wei were so fast that they almost sprained their waists.

Fortunately, the carriage had arrived at the gate of Wuxi Songhe Tower and slowly stopped.

Jingwei carried a sword and moved the ladder, while Yanfei lifted the curtain.

The two stunning beauties instantly attracted the attention of people on the street and in the restaurant. If it weren't for the armored knights protecting them, there might have been some trouble.

Yang Zhao pulled Huang Rong and quickly walked out of the carriage, which once again caused a burst of exclamations.

"Who is this person, with an iron armor leading the way and a stunning beauty serving as his attendant?"

"Who knows? It's so impressive."

"He is Yang Zhao from Suzhou Xichu Yuyuan, a descendant of the Yang family of Tianbo Mansion."

"What Yang Zhao? Is he famous?"

"Nonsense, he is Yang Zhao who killed three Shaolin Grandmasters in a row in Jiang Mansion!"

"The world's greatest genius! The youngest grandmaster in history!"

"..."

A battle at Jiang Mansion in Suzhou and a meeting to appeal for injustice in Xiamei Ancient Town in Wuyi Mountain.

After these two events, Yang Zhao now has a very good reputation in the entire Jiangnan area and even in the entire Song Dynasty.

Some people even called Yang Zhao the number one genius in the world.

He had just come of age and was already a powerful man at the peak level of a grandmaster, so no one objected to this title.

"Fuck, why is this guy here too?"

"You are not a local, are you? Back then, this person had an appointment with Qiao Feng of the Beggars' Sect at the Jiang Mansion."

"No way, you're still coming here when the Beggars' Sect is so stinky?"

"Who knows, maybe it's because he values ​​his promise. Uh, or maybe it's because heroes appreciate heroes?"

"Qiao Feng is still a hero? Isn't he a Liao dog?"

"..."

To be honest, Qiao Feng himself has a very good reputation in the martial arts world.

If it weren't for his identity as a Liao person, his identity as a Beggar Gang member, and the current hottest Wuyi Mountain incident, few people would say anything bad about Qiao Feng, even those from the Demonic Sect and the underworld.

Yang Zhao ignored people's comments about Qiao Feng.

After getting off the carriage, Yang Zhao took Huang Rong and walked straight into Songhe Tower. With a glance, he saw a weathered man with no one around, drinking alone with a worried look on his face.

This weather-beaten big man was none other than Qiao Feng, who had been trapped in the City of Sorrow after not seeing him for several days.

It’s just that Qiao Feng, who used to have friends all over the world, is now like a source of pollution, and no one dares to get close to him.

"Waiter, give me twenty catties of sorghum liquor, twenty catties of girl's red wine, and twenty catties of Fenjiu."

"Brother Yang, you..."

"Brother Qiao, what's wrong? Are you afraid you can't drink more than me?"

Yang Zhao entered the restaurant and went straight to sit in front of Qiao Feng, smiling.

After a few days of dramatic changes, Qiao Feng was still very sad and depressed, but when he saw Yang Zhao being so close to him, he was deeply moved and felt boundless pride again.

boom!

A huge jar of wine was placed on the table.

Qiao Feng picked up a jar and said with a heroic smile, "I am very happy that Brother Yang can come to the appointment! If you say that your kung fu is better than mine, I won't say anything, but if it's a drinking contest, I won't admit defeat. Let's drink!"

The jar of old wine weighed 20 kilograms and was quickly finished by Qiao Feng.

Yang Zhao also knew that the other party had calmed down and was using a jar of old wine to vent his anger.

After he finished drinking the jar of old wine, Yang Zhao waved his hand.

Seeing this, Yan Fei silently cursed Yang Zhao in her heart, but she had to step forward and pour the wine.

The two captives Yan Fei and Jing Wei.

Jingwei would never do the job of serving others. The worst that could happen is that he would die.

So it can only be Yan Fei.

Yang Zhao ignored Yan Fei's inner grievances and picked up a bowl of old wine, saying, "This is from Brother Qiao, whom I know. He is a man of high spirits and righteousness. Our friendship is irrelevant. Let's drink it!"

Yang Zhao would never do such a thing as pouring liquid from a jar.

Only tough guys like Qiao Feng and Yan Nantian can be so casual, heroic and capable.

Yang Zhao has his own style. He is always handsome and so is he when it comes to drinking.

Qiao Feng smiled at Yang Zhao's attitude, but he was not unhappy. After all, they drank like this last time in Jiang Mansion.

After drinking twenty kilograms of aged liquor, Yang Zhao and Qiao Feng remained calm, leaving the others dumbfounded.

Instead, it was Huang Rong who reacted first and said, "Brother Zhao, Brother Qiao, you can't just drink. Rong'er will make you some side dishes."

Qiao Feng wiped the wine stain with his hand and said, "Sister-in-law, how can this be done? Ask the waiter to bring two pounds of cooked meat."

The word "sister-in-law" made Huang Rong very happy.

Huang Rong blushed slightly and said, "Brother Qiao, it's okay. Rong'er will be fine soon."

After saying that, Huang Rong quickly went towards the direction of the shopkeeper of Songhe Tower, but she was still a little shy.

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Brother Qiao, there is no need to stop me. Rong'er's cooking skills are excellent. I will invite Brother Qiao to taste them for a while."

Seeing this, Qiao Feng gave up, unable to bear to refuse the kindness.

After finishing another bowl of wine, Qiao Feng sighed and said, "Brother Zhao, I never thought that you would come to keep the appointment in such a situation!"

"Alas, the world is changing too fast. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by my brothers, but I've been having a very unhappy time these past few days!"

Bowl after bowl of wine, just like water, it never stopped flowing.

Anyone could see the melancholy and depression in Qiao Feng.

Yang Zhao drank a few bowls of wine with him and said, "Reincarnation is born from the earth, and blood is born from nature! Brother Qiao, why do you care about what others say? I think that a man should not care about his origins in the world, as long as he can live up to the conscience of heaven and earth."

Qiao Feng was stunned and said, "This..."

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Three thousand years ago, the Great Zhou unified the Nine Provinces, and then we had the name of the Han family in the Central Plains. Eight hundred years ago, the Great Zhou collapsed, and the Nine Provinces were in chaos. A large number of Hu people invaded the Central Plains, fell in the Central Plains, and scattered in the Central Plains."

"Nowadays, except for a very small number of powerful aristocratic families, who dares to say that their ancestors don't have some Hu blood? These people speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, wear Hanfu, and follow my Han etiquette. Aren't they my Han children?"

"The Han people in China are the most tolerant people in the world. We reject the Hu people from the grasslands not because of blood differences, but because we Han people cannot be wolves, tigers and leopards, and cannot stand burning, killing and looting."

"Even if Brother Qiao is really of Liao blood, would he abandon my Han clothes, destroy my Han etiquette, and kill my Han people?"

Hearing Yang Zhao's words, Qiao Feng was stunned on the spot.

It took a long time for Qiao Feng to come back to his senses. He looked at Yang Zhao with bright eyes and vigor.

"Brother Zhao, your words are truly valuable advice, and they have enlightened me."

"Brother Zhao is right. What does it matter if I have Liao blood? I, Qiao Feng, eat Han food and drink Han wine. I have the Han style in my bones."

"At worst, I, Qiao Feng, will not be an enemy of the Liao Kingdom in the future. I don't owe him anything..."

Chapter 66: The Beggars' Clan Assembly in Xingzilin

Yang Zhao had studied the psychology of an emperor and had different ways of controlling different talents.

Strong and tough men with great ambitions like Qiao Feng and Yan Nantian cannot be conquered by force, but only by sincerity.

Wait until the friendship between the two parties is deep before showing favor.

Even if Yang Zhao doesn't say anything, such talents will still serve Yang Zhao.

What's more, Yang Zhao didn't want to be without any friends around him in the future because of his status and position.

The friendship I have now with Qiao Feng is just right.

In Songhe Tower, Yang Zhao and Qiao Feng drank together for a day and slept for a day.

By the time he woke up from his hangover, it was already the day of the Beggars' Gang Congress.

Fortunately, the venue for the Beggars' Gang Congress was not too far from Wuxi City. It was located in a vast forest more than ten miles outside the city, which was called the Apricot Forest.

Yang Zhao did not choose to avoid suspicion, but went with Qiao Feng.

When they arrived at the apricot forest, it was exactly the time of morning. At this time, there were already more than a thousand people gathered inside and outside the apricot forest.

Except for some elders and other high-ranking members of the Beggars' Sect.

There were hundreds of people from all the large and small sects in the territory of the Song Dynasty alone.

In addition, there were hundreds of people in total, including the survivors of Wuyi Mountain, visitors from the imperial court, and a considerable number of people who were just watching the show.

If the Beggars' Sect had not received the news early, they would have already built a simple platform in an open area in the forest.

I’m afraid this apricot forest cannot accommodate so many people.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Feng was not afraid at all, and walked towards the center of the stage with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

Yang Zhao, Huang Rong and others followed behind, neither hurried nor slow, and no one dared to stop them.

Soon, Qiao Feng, Yang Zhao, Huang Rong and others arrived at the center of the platform. Around this inner circle, high-ranking officials from forces such as the imperial court, Shaolin, Wudang, Quanzhen, Kunlun, and Emei all looked at Qiao Feng, Yang Zhao and others.

"Brother Yang, Sister Rong'er, come over here. I've reserved a seat for you."

Yang Zhao and Huang Rong appeared as soon as they appeared.

However, someone around had already called out, and it was Zhao Shirong who represented the imperial court.

Yang Zhao seemed slightly hesitant.

But at this moment, Qiao Feng laughed and said, "Brother, you are so lucky. A beauty has invited you. Don't neglect it. There is no need to worry. Qiao will explain everything to everyone."

This was also Qiao Feng's good intention, as he couldn't bear to see his brothers being talked about by others.

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "That's fine, Brother Qiao, let's talk it out with everyone first. If we fight, Zhao will live and die with Brother Qiao and kill people together."

As he spoke, Yang Zhao's cultivation level, at the pinnacle of grandmaster level, was displayed unscrupulously.

To some extent, this was also Yang Zhao's attitude, which made the people around him, who were originally in a domineering manner, look subdued.

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhao brought Huang Rong and others to sit next to Zhao Shirong.

There were about twenty people on Zhao Shirong's side.

In addition to Zhao Shirong who represented the Song Dynasty royal family, the leaders were Wuqing, who represented the Four Famous Detectives of Shenhou Mansion, and Zhu Xiawu, the Iron-faced Detective who represented the Six Gates.

Yang Zhao glanced around and bowed to the two of them, who bowed in return.

Of the two, Wuqing, who represented the Shenhou Mansion, looked like a feminine and handsome lame man, with black hair and white clothes, holding a folding fan, sitting on a wheelchair that was floating three feet off the ground. It was very magical.

As for Zhu Xiawu, he was just like his nickname, with iron hands, iron face, iron armor and iron net, his hair was half black and half white, and he looked serious and righteous.

Wuqing and Zhu Xiawu don't seem to be the templates in the movies and TV series in their previous lives.

Yang Zhao smacked his lips and stopped paying attention.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng had an extremely strong aura. He looked around, his internal energy spreading out, his voice spreading far and wide, and he said, "My fellow martial artists, I know exactly why you are here today."

"However, before all the truth comes out, Qiao Moutian, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, advises you all that this is our Beggars' Sect General Assembly, and all your speeches should be based on real evidence."

“If Qiao knows about this, if there are villains who slander and fan the flames out of thin air, then this stone will be used.”

As soon as the words were spoken.

Qiao Feng took out a bamboo stick that was as green as jade and shimmering with color, and with a casual push, he pushed it more than three feet into the huge rock in front of him.

In an instant, cracks began to spread from the base of the boulder, penetrating more than a foot into the ground.

This move did not damage the huge rock at all, but it directed the true energy into the ground. The power was so fierce that it was astonishing.

For a moment, the scene was a little lonely.

No matter what, Qiao Feng is also a powerful man at the grandmaster level.