A light and nimble figure flashed out from the shadow under the eaves, a few ups and downs, and quietly left the inner courtyard.

  Xu Haifeng no longer concealed his tracks, walking openly and upright in the sunlight. His body, under the scorching sun, did not have a single drop of sweat. He looked up at the sky, and the dazzling sunlight was so gentle and soft in his eyes. He let out a deep sigh.

  A rare, helpless smile appeared on his face. Although the practice of martial arts emphasizes openness and honesty, occasionally doing something similar to eavesdropping is also harmless, at least it cannot leave any flaws or marks in his heart.

  Lin Wanwan and Liu Ting's conversation in the room, he listened to every word without missing a single one, until Fang Yingying burst in, he left immediately. However, the scene of the three women meeting, he could also guess about 90% accurately.

  Fang Yingying and Jiang Kongming have a good relationship, so she will definitely defend him with all her might. Lin and Liu are calm and composed, even if they strongly disagree, they won't argue with her directly. So the only possibility is to speak in a tone that follows hers, until she's pleased.

  Xu Haifeng let out a slight sigh, Fang Yingying was absolutely not a foolish person, on the contrary, her intelligence could be counted among the best of all women. It's just that she was too innocent.

  Growing up under the wings of her parents and grandmother, she was carefully nurtured and protected by them, making her rarely exposed to the darker side of human nature.

  The maid is sincere, perhaps this is her most lovely place.

  Naturally, if Fang's family wasn't so powerful that no one dared to provoke her easily. With such a personality, it's likely she doesn't even know how she'll die.

  Xu Haifeng was deeply grateful that he had the good fortune to obtain such a rare treasure, and what made him even more delighted was that he already possessed the strength to keep this treasure pure and untainted, no matter how chaotic the world might be, he still remained full of unwavering confidence.

  "Jiang Kongming..." Xǔ Hǎifēng sighed, this question was not easy to explain to the few of them, could he really tell them about his possession of demonic blood?

  Although husband and wife should serve each other with sincerity, if they really have nothing to do with each other, I'm afraid that once they know the truth, they will become a lonely family.

  How should I explain it to them? This matter can't be taken lightly. Frowning, Xi Hai Feng wandered aimlessly on the main street.

  "Bang..."

  A shrill voice attracted his attention, he turned around and saw a tea shed full of people, a thin and tall white-faced scholar was speaking on the stage with flying saliva.

  Xu Haifeng's memory seemed to have returned to his childhood, Xujiacun was not big, and there were not many people coming and going. At that time, the most exciting thing was that a storyteller would pass through the village. As soon as night fell, the storyteller would set up his stall, brew a pot of good tea, and begin to tell all sorts of stories with great eloquence.

  All the children in the village, as long as they can walk and move, will come to the stall early, grab a good spot, and listen for a while.

  Whether they can understand it or not, this lively atmosphere is something that must be experienced.

  It was just... Xu Haifeng withdrew his gaze, and the scene at that time seemed like yesterday, but the mood of that year had long since ceased to exist.

  "Please have a seat."

  Xu Haifeng woke up from a distant memory and only then did he realize that he had wandered into the teahouse.

  He was dressed in luxurious attire, with an extraordinary air about him. A faint aura of dominance emanated from his presence within a three-step radius. The common folk listening to the storytelling instinctively made way for him as he approached. Those who felt uneasy about yielding to him would suddenly feel a chill run down their spine once they stepped within his three-step range, and lost all courage to drive him away.

  Xu Haifeng smiled slightly, since he had come, he would make himself at home. He sat down and casually ordered a pot of the finest tea, it was rare to have such an opportunity, so he might as well take a half-day break.

  The storyteller nodded his hands to him, naturally seeing the extraordinaryness of this gentleman, and was respectful in attitude, hoping to get some extra rewards.

  "Old Hu, speak quickly..."

  A hurried voice came from the shed, and Xu Haifeng couldn't help but smile. The storyteller must have reached a critical point earlier, only to be interrupted by himself, which is why these people looked so impatient.

  "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, old Hu, as I recount the story." Old Hu closed his fan and used it as a gavel, banging it heavily on the table. "As for Master Xu's punch to the chest, that's called 'Black Tiger Plucks the Heart'. Li Zhi was shocked and barely dodged it, but he refused to give up and retaliated with a kick, which is known as 'Old Tree Coils its Roots'. However, Master Xu was not afraid of him. With a cold laugh, he stretched out his palm and shouted 'Taiji Divine Skill'! Li Zhi let out a loud cry of 'No!' as he was struck by the palm, immediately spitting out blood and falling to the ground."

  "Master Xu was just about to step forward and deliver the final blow, taking Li Zhi's life. Suddenly, he heard a loud killing sound from below the mountain, and it turned out that the despicable Xiongnu people had taken advantage of Master Xu's absence to launch a surprise attack. Master Xu had no choice but to spare Li Zhi's life and hastily descended the mountain."

  Old Hu spoke hastily and quickly, his mouth was like a firecracker, crackling and popping out in one breath, until now, he finally had a slight pause.

  Xu Haifeng's palm was pressed on the handle of the teapot, and he maintained his previous action, without moving.

  Although his spiritual awareness had sensed it long ago, there was no one he knew here, but he still carefully looked around.

  What is this old man talking about? If he didn't mishear, it seems to be the matter of his own battle with Liji in Beijiang.

  But why does it sound like a street fight? Is this what they mean by a master's duel?

  Lao Hu noticed the look of surprise on Xu Haifeng's face, carefully bent down and asked: "Sir, are you not satisfied?"

  It's no wonder he was particularly concerned about Xu Haifeng, it's just that the outfit he was wearing at this time was too expensive, suddenly appearing in this small tea shed, wanting not to attract attention is also an impossible thing.

  Xu Haifeng smiled slightly, shook his head, and even if he was dissatisfied, he wouldn't show it at this time. He picked up the teapot, poured a cup, took a light sip, and then put it down, no longer drinking.

  What a fine tea! Even the tea leaves from Jiang Kongming's family are a hundred times better than this pot.

  Seeing his actions, Old Hu was even more certain of his own thoughts. This person must have come from a noble family, otherwise how could he not appreciate the best tea here?

  "Old Hu, why have you stopped again? Hurry up and speak..." Another urging voice rang out.

  Old Hu chuckled and said, "If you want to know how Master Xu single-handedly repelled the 100,000-strong Huns' pursuing army." He picked up his folding fan and slapped it heavily, producing a loud noise: "Wait for tomorrow's explanation."

  A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down from Xu Haifeng's forehead, although his physical body had long reached the realm where he was impervious to heat and cold, this did not mean that his skin could also be trained to a thickness that was impenetrable to swords and guns.

  If it were that humanoid tyrannosaurus or Jiang who claims to be the greatest under heaven, they might think it's a matter of course.

  Can one man's strength really repel 100,000 Xiongnu warriors? Is he truly that human-shaped violent dragon Qin Yong? Even if he is Qin Yong, when facing a massive army of 100,000, he would probably still be at a loss.

  "Alas... it's this trick again. How come every time I hear **, Old Hu always pauses for a moment."

  Although the scolding voices continued below, Old Hu was all smiles and ignored all the difficulties. Sure enough, after a while, the people below gradually dispersed, it seemed they were also used to it.

  Lao Hu held out a tray with a smile and stretched it in front of Xu Haifeng.

  Xu Haifeng naturally knew what he meant, reached out and took out an ingot of silver, tossed it onto the tray, and among those scattered copper coins, it was particularly eye-catching.

  Lao Hu's face changed, he looked up and sized up Xu Haifeng, picked up the ingot of silver, handed it back to Xu Haifeng, and said: "If you don't have any spare change on hand, just go ahead, as long as you come back to support me when you're free, I'll be satisfied."

  Xu Haifeng was quite surprised, he could naturally sense that Old Hu's words were indeed sincere, and couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you accept?"

  Lao Hu sighed and pointed at the official seal on Yuan Bao, saying: "This money is hot, if I took it, it's not necessarily a good thing."

  Xu Haifeng suddenly understood that the ingot he was holding was originally a government-owned item, rarely circulated in the market. This old Hu obviously knew the ways of the world and suspected that the money had an unclear origin, so he didn't dare to accept it.

  "Old Man Hu..."

  "Oh dear, I don't dare, just call me Old Hu."

  Xu Haifeng smiled and said: "Listening to your words is quite reasonable, it's like two different people when you're telling stories."

  Old Hu laughed and said, "You're overpraising me, old man. This is just to make a living. They're all poor guys who like listening to this kind of talk. It's different from you, sir. If I spoke in a refined way, they'd probably run away long ago."

  He glanced at him unexpectedly. This old Hu had been mixed in the city for many years and had a group of loyal customers, which was reasonable.

  "So, for the last question, have you ever seen Xu Haifeng?"

  "Heh heh......" Old Hu smiled awkwardly and said, "I took a glance from afar."

  "Hmm...?" Xu Haifeng asked with some surprise: "So what does he look like?"

  As soon as he said this, Old Hu suddenly gained momentum. He gesticulated with his hands and feet, saying: "Master Xu is a great master, his eyes are like bronze bells, he is eight feet tall, his voice is loud and clear, just one look and you can tell he's a fierce general on the battlefield."

  Xu Haifeng's face was strange, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

  Under Lao Hu's astonished gaze, Xu Haifeng drew a few strokes on the ingot and casually tossed it to him, saying: "I've made a mark on it, guaranteeing that no one will bother you about this in the future. Just use it with peace of mind."

  Lao Hu took the ingot and saw Xu Haifeng turn around and leave. He called out to him, but it had no effect. Looking at the ingot in his hand, he muttered to himself, turning it over several times. Suddenly, his movements completely stopped, and on the silver-white ingot, a striking large character appeared out of nowhere.

  He narrowed his eyes against the sunlight and looked up, then exclaimed in surprise a moment later.

  On top of the ingot was a large character "Xu".