Chapter 156 The Jianghu Where He Is in (1/2)

It would take a lot of time to deal with the aftermath of the Jimo Villa, but Li Ye and the others couldn't stay here for long, so they could only gather up the corpses hastily, and Cui Keli wrote to Cui Shulin to let him arrange the people of the Cui family to come and take over the things in the Jimo Villa as soon as possible.

When leaving the Jimo Villa, Cui Keli bowed three times on the ground towards the villa in front of the gate. When this Confucian scholar looked up, his expression had returned to normal, however, Li Ye and the others wouldn't know what he had sworn in his heart.

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In the carriages carrying goods, Yang Feng held a straw plucked from the roadside in his mouth and rested his hands on the piled goods of the carriage. A tiny smile appeared on his face as he saw his fellows follow the carriages with dusty faces.

These fellows were armed with knives. Some of them were young, only in their teens and some were old, in their 30s and 40s. They were all sweating under the hot sun.

Two days ago, just like them, Yang Feng wasn't qualified to sit in a carriage, let alone ride a horse, and he could only follow the carriages with a dusty face. When the road was uneven, he had to push the carriage along. Summer was coming and the heat of the ground was rising, so he felt very uncomfortable under the sun like in the bamboo steamer.

Since his childhood, Yang Feng had been living in the carriage gang. It had been six years and nine months since the age of thirteen when he started delivering goods. And for almost ten months of every year, he was on the road, so his skin was tanned.

But from two days ago, Yang Feng didn't have to follow the carriages with a dusty face because he had successfully achieved the Warrior Mentor Realm at the night before yesterday, only one step away from the Qi-refining stage!

For the transportation of all kinds of goods and supplies, the grain gangs were responsible for the grain transportation, the river gangs were responsible for the river transportation, and of course, the carriage gangs were responsible for the road transportation.

Yang Feng felt very satisfied. There were fifty or sixty people in the carriage gang, but only the Big Master, who was in his forties, was a practitioner of Qi techniques. There were a few Warrior Mentors, but Yang Feng was the youngest.

Yang Feng turned to glance at the Big Master in the front of the team who was the only one qualified to ride a horse in the team. He was looking around warily. Yang Feng curled his lips secretly. It was impossible to have bandits on the flat and open official road in broad daylight. He had been in Jianghu for about six or seven years and he was sort of experienced in Jianghu. He had only encountered trouble in remote places and mountain roads.

However, the Big Master treated Yang Feng well and always regarded him as his son because Yang Feng was young and promising in the whole carriage gang and he was brought up by the Big Master since childhood and had a good relationship with the Big Master.

Yang Feng didn't remember how he got in the carriage gang. Later, he overheard someone say that he was sold by his parents on the street. That year, there were heavy drought and serious locust plague, so at least, tens of thousands of people starved to death.

Yang Feng didn't like to be treated as a son by the Big Master, however, if possible, he preferred to be treated as a son-in-law... His junior sister was bright and beautiful and he played with her from childhood. For the first time when he returned from delivering goods with the carriage gang, he bought a nice purse for his junior sister with all the money he earned. When his junior sister took the purse, she laughed happily, which made Yang Feng overjoyed.

But his master, the Big Master, beat his head so hard that it hurt for a long time.

”Feng Yang, why are you smirking? Do you feel very comfortable that you needn't follow the carriages with a dusty face? Otherwise, you won't daydream in broad daylight. Look, your saliva is flowing out! Who are you dreaming of? Is it the junior sister? Hehe...”

A guy, who was as thin as a monkey, ran from the front to the side of Yang Feng's carriage and winked at him.

Yang Feng touched the corner of his mouth, but there was no saliva on it, so he realized that he was played by Skinny Monkey. He immediately became furious and wanted to teach this guy a lesson. Skinny Monkey laughed and jumped away, causing the guys behind also laughed out loud.

”I just wanted to tell that Big Master was calling you over!”

Not waiting for Yang Feng jumping off the carriage, Skinny Monkey slipped away.

”What's so funny?” Yang Feng glared at the guys who were teasing him. However, he had always been kind to everyone, so his glare did nothing but caused their continuous banter.

”Feng Yang, I think Skinny Monkey is right that you have feelings for the junior sister, or why do you react so much?”

”Feng Yang, you should be more careful as I've heard that the junior sister was caught the eye of a childe who was born in a rich family. The other side is a practitioner of Qi techniques, so you have to work hard!”

”Feng Yang, come. Uncle He passes you some experience so that you can win the heart of the junior sister...”

Yang Feng felt embarrassed and couldn't stand anymore, so he fled immediately. Not surprisingly, there was another burst of laughter.

Yang Feng curled his lips while he was running away. A bunch of guys, who didn't have girlfriends, were talking big as if they had slept with the popular queen in Zuiyue Lou...

The fellows of the carriage gang called Yang Feng Feng Yang, but Yang Feng didn't know why they would call him this name. They called him Feng Yang not because it was read smoothly, but because they wanted to call him Feng Yang (whose pronunciation was the same as crazy goat's in Chinese).

Yang Feng at first didn't agree to be called so, but as time passed, he got used to it.

Running to the side of the Big Master's horse, Yang Feng looked up and said, ”Master, you called me?”

With a weather-beaten face, the Big Master looked particularly old and was a little bit humpbacked. He was in his forties, but he looked like in his fifties. He had no choice because life wasn't easy. Their kind of small carriage gang belonged to the bottom of the Jianghu force in Pinglu, so it wasn't easy for them to have a job.

”This is Childe Li.” The Big Master introduced the young person near the horse to Yang Feng.

”Childe Li...” Yang Feng curled his lips secretly. He had already seen the black-robed young person who was talking with the Big Master for long. He was in his twenties and looked gentle and graceful. He was definitely the youth of a rich family. Yang Feng couldn't afford to buy his clothes or the jade pendant at his waist with one year's wages.

Yang Feng didn't like this kind of childes born in rich families the most, not because he envied their extravagant lives but because they were short-sighted, domineering, very bad, and they bullied the weak.

This time the Convention of Immortals and Taoism was held in Penglai, so the Jianghu cultivators, who traveled a lot, came in an endless stream. On the road, Yang Feng had seen many this kind of childes born in rich families. Last night, when stopping at the courier station, a fellow in the carriage gang was beaten so severely that his legs were broken because he accidentally bumped into a childe in splendid clothes.

At that time, Yang Feng was very angry and drew his sword. But the arrogant childe was a good-for-nothing and his cultivation was just in Warrior Master Realm, so he was beaten to be like a pig's head with his teeth knocked off by Yang Feng. In the end, he cried like a pig and said the words of a ”You wait till I destroy your carriage gang” maliciously, and he was carried away in disgrace.

”Your name is Yang Feng? Good name.” The black-robed childe smiled at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng stuck out his chest. ”Of course. My name was given by my master. Do you know what my junior sister’s name is? Her name is Yang Yun. Yang Feng and Yang Yun. The wind and the cloud are clearly a pair... (Feng means wind and Yun means cloud in Chinese.)”

”Childe Li is a distinguished guest of the Cui family. For the next few days, we happen to be traveling together, so you're responsible for receiving him,” the Big Master ordered Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's expression became gloomy immediately. Of course, he knew what his master meant. The Cui family was one of the four big families in Qing Prefecture. If they could take the opportunity to get familiar with the distinguished guest of the Cui family this time, did it mean that they would do business with the Cui family in the future? This was a great opportunity. Moreover, the carriage gang was based in Qing Prefecture, so if they could make good relations with the Cui family, the carriage gang would develop and grow under the protection of the Cui family.

The overall situation was important. Although Yang Feng was young and immature and he didn't like flattery, he had to sacrifice himself for the carriage gang. Yang Feng pressed down the inherent antipathy to the rich childes and smiled reluctantly. He walked aside the horse of the black-robed childe and waited for his order.