Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Situ Yifan's graceful posture and light punching rhythm, is it boxing? Or is it dance?

Looking at his fiery and charming boxing skills, Chengfeng almost laughed out loud.

No matter how this "gangster excitement punch" goes, Situ Yifan's female appearance is indeed charming.

"Brother, how's my boxing skills?"

After Situ Yifan finished practicing a set of exciting gangster punches, he quickly walked up to Chengfeng and asked with a smile.

A smile appeared on Chengfeng's lips.

"Brother, you look very good in this costume. And the boxing skills you just performed are even more impressive."

Situ Yifan chuckled and said mysteriously, "Brother, don't think that the boxing skills I just used are erratic. They are supreme skills."

"Once, I was on Snail Mountain, and I relied on this set of boxing skills to easily subdue more than a hundred gangsters on the mountain."

"Brother, there aren't that many. The guys in your group, Mei Tuan and Ele Ma, had less than ten people in total."

Chengfeng knew that Situ Yifan had recruited a group of bandits in Snail Mountain and brought them to open that restaurant in New York town.

"Brother! You don't know this. Those few people were just picked out by me. You have to know that I can't take away more than a hundred people."

Situ Yifan smoothed the hair falling from his forehead with his hand and said.

"Too!"

Chengfeng nodded, "In that case, your boxing skills are really amazing, able to subdue more than a hundred people."

Situ Yifan smiled and said, "Brother, do you want to learn? I can teach you."

"This……"

Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't learn this set of boxing techniques."

"It's okay, it's easy."

Situ Yifan took out a makeup box from his arms and said with a smile: "The gangster's exciting punch is actually very simple. The key is that you must put on makeup to look like a beautiful woman in order to exert its maximum power."

"make up?"

Chengfeng was stunned. He didn't expect that to practice this "gangster excitement punch" he had to be painted like a woman.

If this gets out, my master will laugh his head off.

Cheng Feng waved his hands quickly, "Brother Situ, I appreciate your kindness, but I am not suitable for practicing this boxing style."

Situ Yifan laughed, "Brother Chengfeng, don't be so rigid. This boxing technique is unique and can greatly increase your power. Why bother about worldly opinions?"

As he spoke, he approached Chengfeng, holding rouge in his hand, and was about to apply it on Chengfeng's face.

"This is really ridiculous. You should teach it to others."

Chengfeng took a step back, avoiding Situ Yifan's hand holding rouge and powder, and shook her head quickly.

Situ Yifan's hand stopped in mid-air and he chuckled twice.

"Okay, brother, since you don't want to learn, I won't force you. When you want to learn in the future, just ask."

After saying that, she put the rouge in her hand into the box with a trace of regret on her face.

Although Chengfeng did not learn the "gangster exciting fist", he learned a casual dance - disco.

A group of ancient people, led by Situ Yifan, danced to the guitar-played Wild Wolf Disco. Their long hair fluttered and their heads shook, looking quite charming.

Of course, Chengfeng’s favorite is the drum set.

His hands were waving in an orderly manner, and the rhythm was passionate.

She was wearing a flowing robe, with the lapels swaying gently in the wind. A few strands of hair fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of uninhibited and free and easy feeling.

With his low groan, it seemed to awaken the sleeping drum soul, and the drum surface began to emit a rhythmic roar under his beating.

Wildness and unrestrainedness, freedom and uninhibitedness are fully displayed under the influence of the drum set.

Situ Yifan was standing aside, nodding his head continuously as he watched.

Seeing that the time had come, he walked up to Chengfeng with a heavy expression.

"Brother, in a few days, we will go to the East Palace in the capital to perform. However, I am not well prepared yet. I have made several sets of costumes but have not taken them out yet, which is a bit unsatisfactory."

"Costumes?"

Chengfeng frowned slightly, seeming puzzled by the word "costume".

"Brother, what is a costume? When you go to the East Palace to perform, aren't you going to show off your true colors?"

Situ Yifan explained: "Brother Chengfeng, you don't know. This trip to the East Palace in the capital is extraordinary. I can become famous overnight, and this is the only way."

"So we can't be careless in this performance. The costumes I carefully designed can make our performance more colorful and attract more people's attention."

After hearing this, Chengfeng pondered for a moment and nodded.

"That makes sense. What happened to the costume? Why not take it out?"

Situ Yifan had a bitter look on his face and shook his head, "Brother, you also know that my small iron mine can only provide enough food and clothing."

"Preparing equipment and hiring people has used up all my funds."

"Although I paid a small deposit for those costumes, I want to get them back, but I can't do anything about it."

After listening to Situ Yifan's explanation, Chengfeng seemed to be thinking about something.

"I see, brother, how much more silver do you need? I am willing to do my best."

Situ Yifan was delighted, knowing that Chengfeng, as the mountain god, would definitely have money for incense offerings.

Patting Chengfeng on the shoulder, Situ Yifan said: "Brother, I knew you were a good person from the first time we met. The silver you need is not much, even the travel expenses only need fifty taels."

Chengfeng really has fifty taels of silver.

During the six months that he served as the mountain god, naturally there would be some wealthy and powerful people who came to burn incense.

It is common to throw some money behind after burning incense.

However, they are basically not used when riding the wind.

Sometimes, when some poor people came to burn incense, Chengfeng would secretly throw a few silver coins to them.

Even so, he still had several hundred taels of silver in his hand.

However, the silver was left in the mountain temple and was not carried with him.

Cheng Feng nodded to Situ Yifan, "Okay, I'll go back and get it for you now, don't delay your important matter."

In any case, more than three hundred years have passed, and the people I knew before are now few and far between.

Although he had deceived himself before, that was all in the past.

Today, we are all friends. Any help we can give is helpful.

He got up with the wind and went back to the mountain temple to get the silver.

Situ Yifan happily waved and said goodbye, "Brother! Go quickly and come back soon!"

Chengfeng nodded.

After returning to the mountain temple and taking out fifty taels of silver, Chengfeng was about to turn around and leave.

An old man with a white beard walked in from outside the temple.

When Chengfeng saw the old man's appearance, he was surprised that he looked exactly like his own mountain god.