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Around 3 p.m., Fang Chen arrived at the edge of Wuxi city.
In the city.
The area was bustling with pedestrians, a truly vibrant scene.
Fang Chen strolled along when he suddenly smelled a delicious aroma – the scent of stir-fried meat, incredibly fragrant.
He hadn't eaten anything for most of the day, and because he practiced hard qigong, Fang Chen got hungry very quickly. He immediately followed the aroma.
Turning a corner, you'll see a restaurant standing right in the street, with the three large characters "Songhelou" written on its golden signboard.
The signboard, blackened by years of smoke, still gleamed with three golden characters. The aroma of wine and meat wafted from the restaurant, accompanied by the sounds of cooks wielding knives and ladles and the shouts of waiters.
"Sir, what would you like to order?"
As soon as Fang Chen entered, a quick-witted waiter with a towel draped over his shoulder came over to greet him.
"One pot of wine, and four dishes that rival the restaurant's best!"
Fang Chen found a seat near the edge of the building and sat down, waiting for the food and drinks to be served.
Before long, the wine and dishes arrived. Fang Chen broke the clay seal on the wine pot, poured himself a drink, and enjoyed himself immensely.
"Huh? Felix Wong? Qiao Feng!"
Suddenly, Fang Chen noticed a familiar face not far from him!
What a coincidence?
To my surprise, I ran into Qiao Feng, one of the three main protagonists, here!
Seemingly sensing Fang Chen's gaze, Qiao Feng turned his head, and two cold, electric-like eyes suddenly swept across his face.
Qiao Feng was a very tall and imposing man in his thirties. He wore an old gray cloth robe that was slightly tattered. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square face that looked weathered. He exuded a powerful aura when he looked around.
His gaze was sharp, and Fang Chen immediately felt his eyes dry.
Fang Chen smiled at Qiao Feng, raised the wine pot to him, and then tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
Qiao Feng nodded and drank his wine, seemingly deep in thought.
Sudden.
The stairs shook, and a frail-looking scholar walked up.
"Duan Yu?"
Fang Chen's gaze sharpened as he looked at the frail-looking scholar; he hadn't expected it to be Duan Yu.
After this kid was controlled by Yurikin and wrote the secret manuals for the three great martial arts, Fang Chen didn't intend to kill him. It would be wrong to kill someone after taking their manuals.
After all, Duan Yu had memorized the manual under Yurikin's control.
When he wakes up, he won't remember ever writing the manual, nor will he know Fang Chen.
"It seems the plot is still following the original story, except that I've been added as a variable," Fang Chen thought to himself.
Duan Yu has already mastered the martial arts, and he wants to obtain the Yi Jin Jing and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms from Qiao Feng.
The first way to obtain these two unique skills is to use Yuri.
The second method is to befriend Qiao Feng and use that friendship to see if you can get your hands on him.
After Duan Yu came up, he actually sat at the table next to Fang Chen.
He also ordered a pot of wine and four kinds of side dishes. After eating a few bites of the dishes, he looked around.
His gaze lingered on Fang Chen for a moment before settling on Qiao Feng.
"Waiter, I'll put the bill for these two's food and drinks on my tab!"
Suddenly, Duan Yu called over the waiter, pointed at Fang Chen and Qiao Feng, and gave them instructions.
Thanks!
Fang Chen was taken aback, then raised his glass to Duan Yu, who returned the gesture with a smile.
At that moment, Fang Chen noticed that Qiao Feng was also nodding to Duan Yu and was about to say something when suddenly, a limping man dressed in patched clothes, leaning on a cane, came up the stairs with a thud.
Accompanying them was an elderly man with a worried expression.
The three of them whispered among themselves.
Because Fang Chen had practiced hard qigong, his hearing and vision had changed dramatically, and he heard every word of Qiao Feng and the other two's conversation.
It seems that someone arranged for Qiao Feng and others to meet at a certain place.
Fang Chen glanced at Duan Yu and noticed that Duan Yu had also looked at Qiao Feng, clearly having overheard Qiao Feng and the others' conversation.
Qiao Feng noticed Fang Chen and Duan Yu's actions. His gaze flickered, and he immediately raised his cup to them, saying, "Brothers, drinking alone is extremely lonely. Why not come here and drink with us?"
Duan Yu laughed and said, "The best, the best!"
He immediately instructed the bartender to bring him cups and chopsticks and moved them to Qiao Feng's table to sit down.
Fang Chen thought for a moment, and for the sake of the Yi Jin Jing and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he also instructed the bartender to bring over the wine and dishes.