Chapter Nineteenth: The Enemy General Sima Zong

  Chen Yunfeng just casually asked, but the eyes of Da Xiao Wu and others showed some vigilance. Only Guo Fuyao's small face flushed with redness said:

  "Chen Yunfeng, my brother, I'm Guo Fu. They are my senior fellow disciples Wu Xiwen and Wu Dunru. This time we sneaked out of the house to have a stroll in Lin'an and will have to return soon. We don't have the chance to roam freely on the rivers and lakes like you do."

  "Right, what was that Chen Dafu you mentioned earlier? Looking at the tense expressions of those guards, he should be a high-ranking official."

  Chen Yunfeng took a look and saw an open-air teahouse at the city gate. He nodded, and several people tied their horses to the railing on one side, ordered a pot of tea, and sat down in a corner. Chen Yunfeng chuckled and said:

  "That guy has a big reputation, he just framed the prime minister Dong Huai and lost his official position, and is currently being reused by the emperor. This person is extremely greedy and vicious, and also likes to indulge in sensual pleasures without restraint."

  He's just a spoiled brat who doesn't know his own weight, always acting wildly and thinking he's above everyone else, doing things with cruelty and bullying the good people, committing all sorts of evil deeds.

  We are all people in the world, so we should be straightforward and honest. Don't think you're superior just because your parents have high martial arts skills. If you always look down on others, one day you'll bring disaster upon yourself, and even drag your own parents into trouble. This is not what a child should do.

  Guo Fu, who was drinking tea on the side, heard her face turn red. She was usually arrogant and domineering, although she didn't do anything out of line in front of her parents, but her two senior brothers had suffered a lot at her hands;

  Da Xiao Wu accepted were all Guo Jing's teachings, with Guo Jing's habits taught out of disciples, in fact, it was just teaching two small wooden people, but their patriotic ideology and interpersonal skills were learned quite well, listening to Chen Yunfeng say that nodded in agreement.

  After chatting with each other, everyone has become slightly familiar with each other from strangers. However, no one mentioned their own family background and heritage. When it was time to part ways, Guo Fu asked with a hint of reluctance:

  "Yunfeng brother, you said your home is in Xiangyang, so what if I go somewhere to play and want to find you?"

  Chen Yunfeng looked at Xiao Lian's face full of expectation, and with a faint smile, Guo Fu said:

  "There is a street 100 meters east of Chengdu City, as long as you see the Chen Mansion, that's my home, and you can find me there."

  Tell Guo Fu the location of the house, Chen Yunfeng has already calculated that more than a year later, at that time this little Guo Fu will also be 15 or 16 years old, according to the rules of the Song Dynasty, even if she gets married, it's not considered too early, let alone he wants to intervene in the victory pass earlier, get familiar with these few kids earlier, and future plans will be much easier.

  "Then Cloud Wind brother, I'll go to Xiangyang to find you and have some fun." Guo Fu nodded and said.

  They had just met and were about to part ways, but Chen Yunfeng didn't have any particular feelings about it. Anyway, he knew that this girl would go to Dashengguan, and when the time came, as long as he heard that the Beggar Gang was gathering a martial arts conference somewhere, he could definitely go there to get some free meals.

  Guo Fu waved his hand at Chen Yunfeng, who was still turning back to ask about the situation, and asked a young tea officer beside him:

  "Hey little brother, ask you about a place, do you know how to get to Dongling?"

  Tea Officer Ha Waist said:

  "Dongling, a mountain thirty miles outside the west city of Lingjiang Town, isn't very big. I'm not sure if you're referring to that place, as for other Donglings, I don't know."

  "Dongling is to the west, thank you little brother, otherwise I would have gone east to find Dongling." Chen Yunfeng heard that there was indeed such a place name and hurriedly took out several copper coins and placed them in the tea officer's hand to thank him.

  He hastily left the tea house, and his destination was the North Gate. He had to lead the horse through half of the city to take a detour out of the West City, leaving Lin'an City behind. He quickly spurred on his horse, and in less than half an hour, he passed by Linglong Town. After inquiring around town, it turned out that Sima Village was indeed located in Dongling, and had been there for over a hundred years.

  Dongling Mountain is only over 300 meters high, but it's considered a big mountain in this area, with rolling hills stretching for dozens of miles around. Chen Yunfeng led his horse along the mountain road according to the information he had heard, and soon saw a huge typical Soviet-style mansion on top of a hill slope. The giant signboard of the Sima Fu Mansion in front of the manor was clearly visible even from a hundred meters away.

  However, at this time the manor was filled with a faint smoke, and the sound of clashing swords could be heard coming from within. Chen Yunfeng furrowed his brow, led the horse into the woods to tie it up, then followed along the edge of the forest towards the Sima Manor. When he reached the wall, Chen Yunfeng used his toes to climb up and grasped the top with both hands, poking out half of his head to take a look inside. In the outer courtyard of the manor, over ten black-clad masked men were fiercely attacking three women.

  The three women's long swords kept stabbing and spinning, with flashes of sword light appearing left and right in a bizarre manner. Although surrounded by the masked men, the three women continued to rely on their long swords to coordinate and support each other, blocking the opponent.

  "What a strange swordsmanship, but looking at the situation in the village, it's not good at all. Damn, it seems I can only take action now, otherwise I don't know what those things are, and I'll always feel uncomfortable." Chen Yunfeng thought to himself as he lay on the wall.

  At this time, the sound of fighting came from other places in the mountain villa. The martial arts of those black-clothed men were not weak either, and they were absolutely not ordinary mountain bandits who came to rob.

  Chen Yunfeng pulled out a white handkerchief from his bosom, covered his face and drew out the heavy sword. He turned over and jumped over the wall, without saying a word, he stabbed the heavy sword straight at the back of a man in black clothes.

  "Number Six, be careful." A masked man on the opposite side shouted loudly as soon as he saw Chen Yunfeng appear.

  The black-clad man standing back to Chen Yunfeng held a familiar copper rod in his hand, and upon hearing the shout, he turned around and swung his heavy sword towards Chen Yunfeng. Seeing that Chen Yunfeng was charging at him with a black longsword leaving residual images, No. 6 secretly sneered in his heart and poured all his strength into the copper rod, which let out a whistling sound as it struck back.

  "Die trying."

  Chen Yunfeng slightly increased the strength in his arm, and during this period of time he had been practicing with a heavy sword in the waterfall. His arm strength was far greater than that of Yang Guo when he practiced in the mountain flood. The heavy sword in his hand struck the familiar copper rod weighing over 60-70 kg as if it were nothing.

  It is said that those who can wield a heavy bronze club are born with great strength, but Chen Yunfeng was even more fearless in the face of violence, and with a loud crash, the heavy bronze club was instantly cut off by Xuan Tie's heavy sword, flying out of his hand to one side.

  Chen Yunfeng, with his feet still moving, swung the heavy sword in his hand and instantly flashed to No. 6's front, raised his hand and stabbed, the round head of the heavy sword directly piercing No. 6's brow.

  The faint rustling sound did not stimulate anyone around, Chen Yunfeng's body swayed and his toes moved left and right, holding the heavy sword and stabbing it towards another black-clothed man.