Chapter 933

Mengqi wasn't angry. He put his hand on Duan Rui's shoulder and said to Qi Zhengyan with a smile, "Let's go."

"Don't you want to try more?" Qi Zhengyan asked casually.

Mengqi chuckled. "Anyone living in this world, as long as they don't live in isolation, will eventually have something to ask for. You don't have anything to ask for, so you're not afraid of trouble. But your family and friends will always have things to ask for and problems to solve, so they must have someone they can't refuse. As long as they find the right person, the problem will be solved. So let's wait for Miss Feng."

Zhong Taiping lived in Changchuan and had many relatives and old friends. It was inevitable that he would trouble the local Six Fan School and the Feng family. No matter how eccentric he was and how proud he was of his medical skills, he wouldn't offend all of them. Otherwise, he would have lost his foothold in the area. He wasn't the only famous doctor in River East!

Qi Zhengyan had been a manager for a period of time, so he was more familiar with the ways of the world. He didn't say much and left the alley with Mengqi to find an inn.

Duan Rui had little Jianghu experience. The only experience he had was as a beggar who was bullied. He didn't understand Mengqi's words at all. He only hoped that Miss Feng could invite the Nine-nos Doctor, the one who wouldn't treat a patient if he wasn't in a good mood.

…

In the evening, Feng Yuanjing led the three to the inn where Mengqi and Qi Zhengyan were staying.

"This is my father." Feng Yuanjing dismissed the servants and pointed to a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged man had clear eyes and a long beard. Only the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and his sideburns were a little white. He had an elegant bearing and a decent smile. "I'm Feng Bin, a scholar and martial artist. Unfortunately, I'm not good at either. Thank you for escorting my daughter back. May I know your names?"

"My surname is Su." Mengqi had already inquired about Feng Yuanjing's background at the inn. Her father, Feng Bin, was the younger brother of the Master and a Half-step Exterior Scenery master. He had a lot of say in the Feng family.

Qi Zhengyan was about to speak when Feng Bin laughed. "Young Master Qi, you don't have to tell me your name. I was at the scene of the battle in the Mist Tower at noon and witnessed your Peerless Godly Kung Fu. Chixia surrounded you with mist and frost. You are really a young talent. Huanhua Swords Sect is blessed."

He was a Half-step Exterior Scenery master. Even though he hadn't broken through the Heaven-man Connection, he was still in the same realm. He could roughly see the depths of Mengqi and Qi Zhengyan and knew that they were both Seven Acupores masters. But this alone didn't explain their strength. For example, Qi Zhengyan's "Book of the Chaos" was only able to sense that his genuine Qi was special and had different properties. But the Frosty Palm and the Flaming Blade were similar and only caused some freezing or burning damage. Only when one reached the Half-step Exterior Scenery master could he activate the Power of Heaven and Earth.

As for Mengqi, he was naturally concealed by the Eight Nine Mysteries. Feng Bin felt that his genuine Qi was ordinary, like an ordinary master. But he didn't look down on him at all. His daughter had described him in great detail. A young master who could kill a Tiger Spirit with one punch was like a child in front of him. He couldn't even block one move.

"I dare not." Qi Zhengyan had always been a man of few words.

"Master Su, who could he be …" Feng Bin thought to himself. At the same time, he looked at Mengqi with a smile. "Master Su, thank you for your explanation at noon. Otherwise, we wouldn't have understood the mystery of Young Master Qi's Divine Kung Fu or his origin."

At his age, his strength wasn't bad and he was naturally rich in experience. After knowing that the two were companions, he immediately saw through Mengqi's purpose.

Mengqi smiled casually. "Senior Brother Qi had a fortuitous encounter, but he couldn't hand it over. He was feeling uneasy. Of course, I had to help him."

"It's really a blessing to have a friend like Master Su. Master Su, are you also a disciple of Huanhua Swords Sect?" Feng Bin praised him. But he thought to himself that he was too exaggerated …

"No, I'm used to calling him Senior Brother Qi." Mengqi answered vaguely. He pointed to the people behind him and asked, "These two are?"

Apart from the father and daughter of the Feng family, there were two other people. One wore a silk scarf, was in his thirties or forties, had a goatee, bright eyes, restrained breath, and a slightly arrogant expression. His strength was probably above Feng Bin's. The other was a teenager, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a circle of new stubble around his lips. He looked similar to the goatee, so if they weren't father and son, they must be very close relatives.

Feng Yuanjing smiled sweetly and pointed to the goatee. "This is' Nine-nos Doctor 'Zhong Taiping, Mr. Zhong."

As she spoke, she stole a glance at Duan Rui, who was lying on the bed behind her. Seeing that he looked normal, she was a little relieved.

"Eh, wasn't he in a bad mood? Why did he come in person …" Mengqi was surprised and didn't dare to slight him. He saluted and said, "I'm flattered that Doctor Zhong came in person."

Qi Zhengyan also saluted.

Zhong Taiping raised his eyes slightly and said stiffly, "I have a favor to ask."

"As expected of 'Nine-nos Doctor', he doesn't even have a good attitude when asking for help …" Mengqi thought. "What's the matter?"

Zhong Taiping pointed to the teenager beside him. "This is my son, Zhong Wei …"

He smacked his lips and suddenly scolded, "You unfilial son, if you have any request, just say it yourself. Do you want me to lose face?"

Mengqi almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Zhong Taiping seemed to be a straightforward person who didn't like to pretend, which made him a worthy friend.

The previous ill-feeling caused by Zhong Taiping's arrogant attitude disappeared instantly.

Zhong Wei stammered and his face turned red, but he couldn't speak.

Feng Yuanjing held back her laughter and said, "Brother Zhong is Doctor Zhong's only son. As he grew older, he didn't pay much attention to his family's martial arts and medical skills. He wanted to join a big sect and improve himself. He often made Doctor Zhong angry and was in a bad mood."

"So that's why he's in a bad mood …" Mengqi and Qi Zhengyan suddenly understood.

"I don't have any talent in medical skills …" Zhong Wei explained in a low voice, which made Zhong Taiping glare at him. But he still forced himself to finish his sentence. "Anyway, my senior brothers are more talented than me in medical skills. There won't be no successor. At worst, my son can learn from them in the future …"

"Damn, he's already trying to cheat his son at such a young age …" The corner of Mengqi's mouth twitched.

Zhong Wei's speech suddenly sped up, "Apart from medical skills, the martial arts that have been passed down from generation to generation in my family are not outstanding enough. How can a man not seek better martial arts in this world?"

"Unfilial son! Your father was also on the Ranking List of Young Masters. How is the 'Eight Solutions of Green Capsule' bad? If you don't explain yourself today, you'll suffer! "Zhong Taiping flew into a rage, his goatee trembling.

Mengqi couldn't help laughing. Many people had been bullied by the Nine-nos Doctor, but now it was his son who got back at them. Everything had its vanquisher.

Zhong Wei stubbornly said, "Of course it's bad! In the enlightenment period, the 'Eight Solutions of Green Capsule' is excellent. But what about after that? How many Exterior masters have we produced in the past? Dad, you're talented and famous at a young age, but you're still a Half-step Exterior Scenery master in your fifties. Is it fake? "

"Childe Duan, who saved Sister Feng, is the same age as me, but he can already kill a Tiger Demon with one punch. What about me? Can I kill an ordinary tiger? "

Zhong Taiping was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he had no words to refute. After a while, he let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "But the things passed down by the ancestors can't be lost, right …"

Feng Yuanjing saw that the two were getting further and further away from each other, so she hurriedly said, "Young Master Qi, when you fought with Young Master Fang in the Mist Tower today, Brother Zhong was also there. He was amazed by your martial arts and felt that it was the best in the world. A man should act like a deity or immortal. Do you have any intention of accepting disciples?"

The rules of the Huanhua Swords Sect were different from those of the Shaolin Temple. As long as one was qualified to travel down the mountain, he could freely accept disciples.

Qi Zhengyan frowned and was about to refuse when he heard Mengqi say with a smile, "You may not know this, but Senior Brother Qi obtained this Divine Skill by chance by relying on the Gist of Trueness impartation contained in crystals and special crystals to cultivate. Before he reaches the advanced level, we can't teach him. Even if we can teach him, we won't have the corresponding crystals to help us."

Normally, the "Book of the Chaos" could be cultivated directly unless it was the last two levels, but Mengqi and Qi Zhengyan could only close the gap for now. After all, they couldn't teach Qi Zhengyan even if they wanted to.

Zhong Wei looked disappointed. Zhong Taiping sighed and was about to leave.

"But there are many skills comparable to this Divine Skill in the world, and there are many big sects." Mengqi said with a smile, "As long as Junior Brother Zhong works hard, I can recommend you. Do you like the Huanhua Swords Sect, the sword art of the Sword Washing Pavilion, or the supreme arts of Zhenwu? If you like the Divine Skill of Zither or want to cultivate the Inner Force like the Noble Spirit, I can help you. "

Needless to say, the Huanhua Swords Sect and the Sword Washing Pavilion could easily recommend a disciple to Jiang Zhiwei, and it would not be difficult for Qi Zhengyan to become famous. The Zhen Wu Sect could also find a guy who looked arrogant but was actually easy to talk to. As for the Ruan Family of Langya and the Wang Family of Zhou County, even if they could not learn the skills of their families without marrying into the Ruan Family, they did not lack outstanding supreme arts of the Exterior.

Feng Yuanjing, Zhong Taiping, and Zhong Wei heard that Mengqi talked about the major martial arts sects and aristocratic families as if they were his own and he had friends all over the world. Feng Yuanjing, Zhong Taiping, and Zhong Wei all thought that he was bragging.

Feng Bin suddenly thought of the young chivalrous man who had recently become famous. He looked at the long saber hanging on his waist and said, "Could it be Master Su Meng?"

Mengqi smiled to himself and pretended to salute. "Yes, I am."

"No wonder he could defeat Master Duan so easily …" Feng Yuanjing thought. A master in the top 20 of the Ranking List of Young Masters should be like this! And it was said that Master Su's rank would rise in the next ranking list!

"Killing Blade Su Meng?" Zhong Taiping was stunned.

Zhong Wei frowned and looked at Mengqi. He could not believe that the pretty boy Mengqi was the famous Killing Blade in River East. "You're not lying to us, are you?"

"Should I ask the arrester of Six Fan School to be a witness?"

"You can try." Mengqi said with a faint smile. Teaching a naughty kid a lesson was one of his joys.

Even though he was only one or two years older than Zhong Wei, he had lived for more than 20 years in his previous life.

Zhong Wei was a little nervous and excited. Kids at his age were fearless. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master Su, please."

After saying that, he pounced on Meng Qi with steady steps and a solid foundation. His palms were like holding a ball.

Mengqi did not move his hands or feet. He just released his Will-projecting and looked at Zhong Wei's left knee.

Zhong Wei felt that Meng Qi's gaze was like a real object that stabbed at his flaw. Even though he knew that there was no real damage, he could not help but change his move.

He had seen through him!

He spun his feet and slapped at Mengqi with his palms like waves.

Mengqi still only glanced at him. His eyes were focused on the lower part of his left palm.

Zhong Wei's gaze was as sharp as a sword. He had been seen through again!

So he changed his move again.

Feng Yuanjing was puzzled. "Why is Young Master Su sitting still in his chair, but Younger Brother Zhong is jumping back and forth as if he's possessed?"

Zhong Taiping and Feng Bin's expressions became serious.

After changing his move several times, Zhong Wei's forehead was covered in sweat. Suddenly, he made a wrong move. His left foot tripped over his right foot and he fell to the ground.

He didn't fall because his father had grabbed his sleeveless shirt.

"Thank you for teaching my son, Master Su," Zhong Taiping said in a stiff tone.

He lost? Zhong Wei lost just like that? Feng Yuanjing looked at Mengqi as if he was a monster in human skin. He did not even make a move and Zhong Wei lost! This was unbelievable!

Zhong Wei was not angry but happy. He looked at Mengqi and asked, "Master Su, are you willing to take me as your disciple?"

What a mysterious move!

"I've sworn not to teach my kung fu to anyone." Mengqi had an expression that said "you know what I mean."

"Shaolin Temple's unique skill …" Zhong Taiping said, "Master Su, let my son think about it for a couple of days and see if he wants to join a big sect. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you …"

He was not good at such words. His face turned red and he said hurriedly, "Where is the patient? Let me take a look."

"He's on the bed right across from you. You're not blind …" Mengqi thought.