From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

Chapter 114, A Martial Arts Legend

Chapter 115, A Martial Arts Legend

The girls at Phoenix Pavilion all seemed to know Feng Jianqin.

From the moment she entered, everyone smiled broadly, not the kind of smiles that were for money, but genuine smiles that came from the heart and were capable of any pose.

Holy crap, what did she do?

Ren Qingshan thought of the haunted house she had once bought and the flower-picking case she had solved, but she still asked, "Senior Sister, why do they respect you so much?"

"A few years ago, I killed an elder of the Hehuan Evil Sect and obtained a secret technique, which I passed on to them."

Feng Jianqin spoke in a deep, mature voice, her words reminiscent of a seasoned womanizer, a blend of allure and elegance. She raised an eyebrow and asked with a slight smile, "You haven't spent the night here before?"

Ren Qingshan shook his head; he hadn't actually done it yet.

"Senior sister, I also want to learn the secret art of the Love Affinity Sect—"

Seeing his eager eyes and pleading tone, Feng Jianqin's lips curled into a smile, and she lightly tapped Ren Qingshan's forehead with her slender index finger: "How will you thank me?"

In fact, Ren Qingshan could roughly sense her intentions along the way. She was trying to lure him in, possibly because of the "Liu family case," or something else. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and said, "Go ahead."

"You'll do whatever I say?"

"Tell me first."

I won't say anything; let's see what you do first.

"Hey—Senior sister, your ambiguous behavior will make me misunderstand."

"That's your problem. There are plenty of people who misunderstand your senior sister. Do you want to be like them?"

Ren Qingshan sniffed—I was actually a little bit less flirtatious than her?

The maid who was leading the way listened to the conversation between the two without saying a word, and led them to the elegant room, which was an extremely exquisite and elegant room, like the living room of a wealthy family. A light fragrance was already burning, and the table was full of exquisite dishes. Two beautiful women stood quietly at the door, smiling to greet them.

"Linglong, Ruyi, my apprentices, you have mastered the secret techniques of the Love Affair."

Feng Jianqin smiled slightly and gave a brief introduction.

Ren Qingshan suppressed the pounding in his heart, just like her, his demeanor frivolous yet his mind clear: "Haha, then I'll have to see what you're made of."

Senior sister, you're a real talent!

No wonder he was able to become the top constable!

They ate meat and drank wine, enjoying themselves immensely.

Ren Qingshan judged that even in the "Liu Mansion Case," she probably didn't want to arrest me, but rather wanted to find out the truth. However, one's fate cannot be entrusted to others. Moreover, she might not be without fear of me, as fellow disciples, master, and innate talent are all important factors.

"What have you been busy with lately, senior sister?"

Setting down her wine glass, Ren Qingshan chatted casually, while secretly wondering if she could use him as a lead to infiltrate the government office and safely retrieve the silver from Shahu Pass.

"Suppressing bandits."

"Crack down on cults."

"Pay attention to Shenxiao Mountain."

As the top intelligence chief in the prefectural city, Ren Qingshan immediately asked, "What kind of ceremony is the Shenxiao Mountain Autumn Festival? A friend of mine was extorted for 30,000 taels of silver."

"Every five years, an autumn festival is held to pay homage to the treasured artifacts of other sects, a legendary piece of martial arts."

Feng Jianqin picked up his wine cup and took a small sip.

A martial arts legend?

What is a martial arts legend?

Ren Qingshan asked seriously.

"I don't know the specifics either. This treasure has only been held by the successive leaders of the Divine Firmament Holy Sect. It is said that it can transform the power of heaven and earth to nourish oneself."

"The legend of his school of martial arts is largely related to the three-hundred-mile-long Shenxiao Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Ren Qingshan's heart skipped a beat. Suppressing the various thoughts racing through his mind, he asked with a mixture of doubt and curiosity, "What? Could this mountain really fly? Is it really such a myth?"

"It's unlikely that the mountain will fly away, but perhaps one can use the power of the mountain to achieve one's own martial arts."

Ren Qingshan became increasingly certain that this characteristic was similar to that of the Earth Book, so he continued to ask, "Why doesn't the imperial court eradicate this treasure? Does His Majesty have no plans?"

"It's hard to say. Junior brother, your wisdom is astounding; why don't you try to guess the reason behind this?"

She felt the topic had strayed from its original path and brought it back: "These past few days, many people from the Divine Firmament Holy Sect have come down and stayed at the Liu residence. One reason is to protect Liu Fangyuan, and the other is probably to investigate the real culprit in the Liu residence case."

Ren Qingshan knew she was talking to him, and putting himself in the shoes of the "innocent," he immediately asked with slight nervousness, "Won't they investigate me again? The authorities have already questioned me, Senior Sister—you have to stand up for me."

Feng Jianqin gazed at him leisurely, nodding with a smile: "Alright. Even if you had done it, I would still protect you."

Still testing the waters!

You're more cunning than a head of hair!

"Well, I've fallen naked into a mud puddle. Come on, let's drink!"

Seeing his posture, Feng Jianqin still couldn't figure it out. Thinking of her master's evaluation, she silently raised her cup.

"Has Senior Sister ever been to the Western Regions?"

Upon hearing Ren Qingshan mention this, Linglong and Ruyi's expressions changed slightly. Linglong, who was sitting on Ren Qingshan's side, gently took his arm and said, "Young master, let's not talk about this anymore. May I dance for you?"

Her birth has always been Feng Jianqin's greatest pain. Her mother was a concubine of a fallen kingdom, and her father was a sworn enemy of a destroyed country. She could have been a princess of a country. Although she is still glorious now, how can she compare to a princess?

Feng Jianqin remained calm: "Of course I've been there. I grew up in the Western Regions. It's a vast and beautiful place with abundant resources. Unfortunately, it's full of small countries and often plagued by war. If you join the army in the future, you might be able to fight on the battlefield and replicate my father's achievements."

"Do these small countries have any treasures similar to those in martial arts legends?"

Ren Qingshan could tell that she was being subtly hurt, but she acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing casually.

"Perhaps there is, perhaps there isn't. Back in the Kushan Kingdom, there was a Kushan sword that could gather the power of the coldest heaven and earth. One strike could freeze five miles away. At its peak, even a Xiantian martial artist could be frozen to death."

She didn't hesitate to tell Ren Qingshan these things; they weren't secrets.

From childhood to adulthood, she has come to understand that only the areas she considers vulnerable will be hurt.

"If I ever have the chance in the future, I will definitely retrieve this sword for my senior sister!"

She heard Ren Qingshan say that, and then looked into his eyes, which held a hidden smile and were open and clear.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but she quickly recovered and smiled sweetly: "Alright, but this sword is currently in His Majesty's treasury. If you have the ability, I would be more than happy to oblige you."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Ren Qingshan agreed again.

"Junior brother, do you know that over the years, at least a dozen people have promised this sword to your senior sister?"

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Her eyes were full of smiles, yet also carried a hint of indifference and world-weariness as she gazed at Ren Qingshan with a beaming smile.

Tsk—she didn't even flinch!

"I really feel sorry for you, senior sister. All these years you've encountered so many scoundrels, liars, and incompetent people. What kind of miserable life have you been living? I hope they didn't manage to fool you?"

Hearing this and seeing his mocking gaze, Feng Jianqin truly broke down. She gritted her teeth, a hint of itchy, resentful laughter flickering in her eyes: "You want a beating? You think I'm stupid?"

"Haha, no, no, come on, let's drink."

Hmm, the test is complete. She's a thousand-year-old fox spirit, able to pass through a sea of ​​green without a single petal clinging to her.

She might still be a Black Widow.

This kind of woman is best suited to be a powerful figure's mistress.

That night.

Ren Qingshan stayed overnight at Phoenix Pavilion, where he experienced the secret techniques of the Hehuan method and practiced them diligently.

Feng Jianqin didn't leave. She stayed in the next room, sat cross-legged, and circulated her true energy amidst the faint, seductive sounds. Her heart was as clear as ice. It wasn't until after midnight that she changed into the constable's clothes that were kept there, and then drifted out and walked through the deep night of the city's streets and alleys.

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