Chapter 131

  "Morality of Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Merits and Fame of Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties."

  The five ba and seven xiong wreak havoc in spring and autumn, the rise and fall of Qin and Han pass through their hands.

  Just as the single flight and Ma's family were at loggerheads, a voice suddenly rang out from afar. Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see two Taoist priests approaching from the northwest direction. As they walked closer, the old Taoist priest recited a song.

  As I approached the Wind and Rain Pavilion, that little Taoist priest had a white banner slung over his shoulder, with four characters fluttering in mid-air: "Look through the mundane world".

  "He's here!"

  "This old bastard is still not dead!"

  Dan Fei furrowed his brow: "Fortune teller, what do you have to say?"

  "Fellow travelers on the rivers and lakes, today we gather at Wind and Rain Pavilion. Everyone present is a brother from the Green Forest Way. Younger brother, what's most important when traveling the world?"

  "Agreed!" The young man said resolutely.

  "However." The old man smiled and said: "Everyone can't hurt the harmony between brothers, today I'll take the liberty to let me, a little old man, be fair and help everyone arrange their positions, how about that?"

  "You're good at fortune-telling and you've read a lot of books, so you understand many things. Why don't you tell us, who should sit in the second chair?"

  "Please calm down."

  The old man smiled and stroked his beard, thinking that this group of arrogant youngsters had always been second only to the heavens in their temperament, so it was not easy for them to admit they were inferior to others.

  At the slightest disagreement, they would draw their swords and kill each other, and it would be convenient to get rid of this old Taoist as well. However, facing this thorny issue, the old man seemed not to feel any headache at all.

  "This first chair is naturally for Xiong Lao Da from Fow Tiger Mountain to sit."

  The old man finished speaking, and the originally noisy Wind and Rain Pavilion suddenly became quiet for a while. Even the whistling wind in the vast wilderness seemed to calm down.

  "After a moment, Shan Fei coldly snorted and said: 'Everyone already knows about it, so there's no need for you to waste words.'"

  Ma Wudao said: "We don't want to compete with Xiong Lao Da either, just say the second one directly?"

  "Since you two want to compete, let's put it down first. Just now Lao Dao has already seen that there are eighty-one chairs here, and we might as well start from the back."

  In front of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, it was chaotic with people coming and going non-stop. In fact, even if one tried to count how many chairs there were, it would be difficult to get an accurate number at once. For most people present, it would be hard for them to even count from one to ten. However, unexpectedly, the old Taoist merely took a rough glance before accurately reporting the number.

  He arranged the seating of the crowd from back to front, and surprisingly, no one in the audience disagreed. Some people said on the surface: I'm not as good as him. But in their hearts, they thought: This old man's words are indeed reasonable.

  He stood there, speaking eloquently and fluently, and the origins, experiences, and past deeds of everyone present were all revealed by him. Some things that were originally known to very few people were now exposed by this old Taoist.

  Duan Fei played with the dagger in his palm, staring at the back of Lao Dao's head, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

  The wind and rain pavilion was in a mess, but no one noticed that on the distant slope, a small sedan chair was parked.

  Yang Long stopped with his hands behind him and stood on the slope, his eyes gazing in the direction of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

  "A bunch of rabble, what's there to fight over with just a few chairs?" Zide Long said.

  Yang Long stopped smiling and said: "Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature, no second in martial arts. A group of rough men gather together, naturally they want to discuss who is higher or lower. You think they are fighting for chairs, but they are actually fighting for status."

  "My lord, shall I go and take care of it? If this continues, I fear something will go wrong," said Military Advisor Li.

  "No need. Let them fight, let them make trouble. Even if a few people die today, it doesn't matter. I also want to see who is the leader of the bandits in my territory."

  Yang Longting will not show up at Fengyutai today, his identity is not so humble as to drink with a group of mountain bandits, however, he still has the interest to come and see the excitement.

  "Although it is a green forest, there are also strange and heroic people. Unfortunately, they cannot be used by me." Yang Long stopped and waved his hand, lightly sighing.

  Under the pavilion of wind and rain, it is still a mess, with all kinds of voices.

  The lone flyer had already waited impatiently for a long time, and suddenly said: "Fortune teller, don't waste words, just say who should sit in this chair. If you say it wrong, grandpa will cut you with one knife."

  "Judging from their skills, neither of them is worthy of sitting in the second position. There are others who can take the second seat on the Green Forest Road in Youzhou."

  "Who!" Ma Wu.

  "What?!"

  The thieves were in an uproar again, with all sorts of voices mixed together in a noisy hubbub.

  At this moment, a horse-drawn sled came from the north, with several people huddled on it. As they approached the Wind and Rain Pavilion, the driver finally reined in the horses.

  Ma Fu De got a good appearance, eight feet tall, a pair of tiger eyes gleaming with spirit. Three more people came down from the carriage, one was an old man with a goat-like beard, one was a young man wrapped in a large cloak, and one...

  "So it was Lord Gaozhai!"

  "Last time I visited your Flying Tiger Fort as a guest, you and I didn't have enough wine."

  "Boss Gao, I was thinking of partnering with you on a business deal. Are you interested?"

  At this time, someone had already recognized Gao Fei Hu, and the crowd surrounded him. Gao Fei Hu was also busy greeting everyone.

  Cheng Dairen wrapped in a large gown walked forward, today the wind was strong, he didn't like this kind of weather. He looked up and saw that there were several chairs arranged in the pavilion, with no one sitting, so he thought of going in to avoid the wind.

  He walked into the pavilion, seeing Ma Wu and Yang Long staring at him with strange eyes. Cheng Dairen touched his face, wondering if he hadn't washed his face today and was found out. Forget it, anyway they didn't recognize him, so he wouldn't bother with them.

  He looked at the chair on his left, then at the one on his right, and finally sat down in the armchair on his left.

  What I fear most is the sudden stillness of the air...

  Dan Fei was stunned for a long time and didn't come back to his senses. Suddenly, he jumped one step forward in front of Cheng Da Lei: "Little kid, looking for death?"

  Cheng Dali raised his head, with an innocent face.

  "Is this seat yours?" Dan Fei pointed at Cheng Da Lei's nose with her index finger: "Get out."

  Cheng Dali looked at Xu Shenji, Xu Shenji looked at Qin Man, and Qin Man looked at Shan Fei.

  Qin Man reached out and grabbed towards Shan Fei's wrist, coming at him with a fierce momentum. Shan Fei dodged to the side, avoiding Qin Man's attack, and swiftly counterattacked with his dagger, aiming for Qin Man's abdomen. Qin Man drew out the short knife from his waist and slashed at Shan Fei, "Clang", a muffled sound echoed through the air as the two exchanged several swift moves, their hands moving too fast to be seen clearly.

  He flew solo, his long arms and legs a blur as he moved with incredible speed. Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, a grey shadow darting towards the pavilion roof. In the midst of the chaos, a large hand reached out to grab his ankle, yanking him down and slamming him into the ground.

  He took a sweet leap forward, then charged forward recklessly. A tiger-like figure burst out of the pavilion, and the two of them chased each other, with Qin Man pursuing Single Fly for over two miles before finally capturing him and carrying him back on his shoulders.

  Bang!

  Qin Man's general Single Fly was slammed heavily to the ground, immediately followed by a knife chopping off his left foot.

  "Ah!"

  He flew solo, clutching his leg and letting out a blood-curdling scream like a slaughtered pig.

  Lightning-fast, some people didn't even see what was happening, and their eyes turned to the pavilion.

  Cheng Dairen leaned back in his armchair, with his sleeves rolled up and his hands clasped behind his head, gazing at the crowd.

  "It's really noisy here today."