Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

This scene happened too suddenly, Yang Guang was shocked and hurried forward to support the staggering Luo Li.

Luo Li took a long breath and quickly retracted his gesture. Although his complexion had improved, his whole body was still shaking.

"Military Advisor Luo, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly like this?"

Luo Li spat out a large mouthful of blood again. After a long pause, he endured the severe pain all over his body and replied in a trembling voice:

"Your Highness... this person... has a strange fate that is beyond my ability to predict... I tried to spy on the secrets of heaven, but was horribly retaliated against."

As he spoke, he coughed violently again, and with each cough, more blood gushed out.

Obviously, his reckless behavior this time caused great harm.

Although he saved his life, he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if all his strength had been drained away at this moment.

But a deep mark was left in his heart - the young man named Chengfeng.

That man's fate was far more complicated and terrifying than he could have imagined.

It must be said that the reason why Luo Li was able to survive this time was entirely due to the buffering of the imperial aura in Yang Guang's body. Otherwise, he would have died for sure.

Of course, neither Yang Guang nor Luo Li understood the mystery here.

……

Inside the "Yingchun Tower", the air was filled with a complex aroma of wine and cosmetics, and it was extremely lively and bustling with people.

The "Yingchun Building" is particularly lively today, and the hall is packed with people.

It can be said that this was the day with the most guests since the opening of Yingchunlou.

Logically speaking, with so many customers, Li Da Jiao, as the proprietress, should be happy.

But looking at the lively scene below her feet, she upstairs couldn't feel happy at all.

At this moment, she had just returned from outside and was standing by the railing on the second floor looking down.

The pair of bloated elephant legs were trembling slightly, barely supporting the body of fat that was about to burst out at any time.

Her eyes, though lined with wrinkles from time, still sparkled with shrewdness and calculation.

But at this moment, these eyes were shrouded in an imperceptible fear.

Her eyes swept across the hall below, where all kinds of people from the underworld gathered.

They were armed with knives and guns and spoke vulgarly. Each of their faces was filled with stories and contained an unknown ferocity.

These men who seemed unruly and walked among swords and sabers on weekdays were now excitedly talking about an insignificant person, her subordinate - the servant Awei.

Li Da Jiao really couldn't understand why Ah Wei, the drunkard who was addicted to alcohol and sloppy in his appearance, had become the focus of these gangsters.

Those rough voices were mixed with awe, curiosity, and even a bit of envy towards Awei.

It was as if that drunkard had risen from the dust overnight and became the person they looked up to.

Li Da Jiao still feels painful when thinking of that drunkard Ah Wei.

At that time, he was well-dressed and handsome, and people thought he was the son of a wealthy family.

Unexpectedly, after eating and drinking to his heart's content here, he was left penniless.

I wanted to send him to the authorities, but seeing his appearance, I knew he wouldn't owe any debt even if I sent him to the authorities.

If you stay and do some odd jobs, you can at least get back some of your money.

Who would have thought that this boy was addicted to alcohol and was a complete drunkard.

The fine wine stored in the warehouse always disappears inexplicably.

However, the number of empty wine jars in Awei's room was increasing.

Even if the wine cellar was moved to a place only known to her and her confidants, it would not work.

The hidden wine is no matter how little it should be, it is still too little and cannot be hidden at all.

Li Dajiao’s nose was so angry that it was about to be crooked.

If it weren't for the top Feng'e coming out to guarantee it, I would have just taken the loss and chased him away.

However, this drunkard is not completely useless.

That day, the local boss brought more than 20 thugs to cause trouble for Feng'e. The six security guards in the brothel all hid without a trace.

All thanks to this drunkard who stood like a mountain in front of Feng'e.

He was stabbed twice in the chest by the local bully, but he acted like nothing happened.

The local tyrant was unexpectedly fooled and slipped away with more than 20 of his men without saying a word.

However, that’s all.

Afterwards, he was still an out-and-out alcoholic.

That day, even though he was stabbed twice by the local bully, he didn't show any reaction.

Why has it become the focus of discussion among these underworld figures today?

Li Da Jiao couldn't help but frown.

……

As soon as Chengfeng returned to the entrance of "Yingchun Tower", a group of heroes surrounded him.

There was surprise and confusion on everyone's face, as if they were looking at a strange monster.

"Look! He's back!"

"He's back! Aren't you going to apologize to him?"

Not far away, there were several martial artists dressed in strange clothes running towards Chengfeng in a hurry.

Chengfeng looked around, frowned slightly, and was about to speak.

"Plop!" A young man holding a machete suddenly knelt down beside him.

"Pa! Pa!" The man came up and slapped himself twice.

"You...what are you doing?"

Looking at the young man kneeling in front of him, Chengfeng was a little puzzled.

"Master... Hero, I got drunk in Yingchun Tower last time and scolded you. Please don't be angry, Master. Feiyun Daoshisan apologizes to you."

The young man looked pale and spoke with regret.

Hearing this, Chengfeng was stunned and looked down at the young man who called himself "Feiyun Dao Shi San".

He saw sincerity and regret on the other person's face, and the corner of his mouth still had the red and swollen marks left by the slap he had given him.

Obviously, his action was no joke.

During this time in Yingchun Tower, such things did happen.

Especially some heroes and martial artists, who speak rudely and swear all the time.

I have long been accustomed to it and never take it to heart.

What's more, he was just a lowly servant in Yingchun Tower.

It is inevitable that you will be looked down upon and despised.

There is nothing wrong with being scolded.

I never take it to heart and never bother with these people.

There are so many people scolding him, who is this “Feiyun Dao Shi San”?

Which onion, ginger or garlic was it? What did he curse at? How could he remember it?

Chengfeng shook his head helplessly and was about to turn around and go into the house.

"My hero, I know you are kind-hearted and will not bother with villains like us. If you don't mind, I am willing to work like a cow or a horse for you to atone for my past sins."

Shi San asked for forgiveness again.

Chengfeng stopped, turned around and waved his hand.

"Brother Shi, you are too kind. I don't take your words to heart. Please go back."

Shi San wanted to speak again, but he saw three figures walking quickly from the side, surrounding Chengfeng and blocking his sight.