Chapter 2 Your Appearance Will Be Adjusted by the System to Fit the Script Settings from an NPC Perspective

As Feng Bujue walked alone to the place where Bai Dian was killed in the opening CG, the system voice immediately sounded in his ear. Jue Ge naturally understood that he had already entered the sight of a certain NPC, and the voice prompt was indirect proof.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue lowered his head and looked at Bai Dian's corpse. The moonlight illuminated the corpse's terrifying face with exceptional clarity.

"Senior, if I pretended not to know you were hiding nearby, would you just let me pass?" Feng Bujue suddenly said, his voice not loud, but clearly not talking to himself. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but he was still relatively polite when addressing the other party.

"Since you have already spoken to me, it proves that you not only know I am nearby, but also know the answer to this question." The old man's reply came from the wind, still erratic and difficult to trace.

Feng Bujue actually smiled and mocked, "Couldn't I be bluffing you?"

The voice was silent and did not answer.

"I came here and found a corpse lying on the ground. The deceased was injured by a hidden weapon, behind the neck. At first glance, this single external wound is fatal, so it was probably caused by a sneak attack. The killer only used a bamboo skewer, which shows his profound internal strength." Feng Bujue continued, "So, I said this to test whether the killer is still nearby, is that reasonable?"

The old man transmitted his voice again, "Then how do you know that this old man is your senior?"

"It's very simple, I'm still young, most people in the martial world are my seniors." Feng Bujue laughed, "Besides, Senior, your method of killing people with bamboo skewers doesn't seem like something a young person would use. Without deep skill, you can't use this technique at all."

In fact, Feng Bujue had been talking nonsense so far. He was just using the information obtained from the opening CG to deal with this NPC.

"Hmph... Whether you are bluffing me or not... it doesn't change anything." The old man replied, "Go back." He still gave this sentence, the same one Yu Mian Tan Hua (Jade Faced Floral Explorer) heard before his death.

"Can I ask, what kind of person is qualified to pass?" Feng Bujue asked.

The other party's answer was just two words: "Expert."

"Is this dead man at my feet not an expert?"

"Yes, but he is a member of the imperial court." The old man paused, "So not only can he not pass, he must die."

"I'm not a member of the imperial court, and I'm also considered an expert." Feng Bujue said, "So, I should be able to pass, right?"

"Heh... Hahahaha... Hahahaha..." The old man laughed loudly, the laughter echoing around.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out of the forest, and an old man in a blue robe appeared several zhang away in front of Feng Bujue.

This old man looked to be around seventy years old, his hair and beard were all white, but his back was still straight. His face was not kind, but he did not look like an evil person either: "Little brother, let your accomplices come out too."

Feng Bujue pretended to be stupid and said, "What accomplices?"

"I don't have your little tricks, and I'm not interested in bluffing you." The old man said again, "I know you have four accomplices, searching for my whereabouts in the dark, while you are here to attract my attention..."

"Okay, okay..." Seeing that things were exposed, Feng Bujue simply turned his head and shouted, "Come out, everyone, we've been discovered."

Xiao Tan and the other four walked out of the forest one after another. Bei Ling was still holding an MP5, the muzzle pointed at the old man, ready to fire at any time. Because he didn't know what this thing was, the old man didn't pay attention to it.

"I'll mention in passing that they are all experts too." Feng Bujue's tone really didn't sound like he was lying.

"Heh... Although this old man is old, I'm not blind yet. Looking at your walking steps, body movements, aura, etc..." The old man shook his head and smiled, "You little ghosts... don't know any martial arts at all, do you?" He was very confident in this judgment, so he boldly appeared, "Go back, Cang Ling Town is not a place for you to go now. Even old hands who have roamed the martial world for decades may not be able to survive in the town until the night of the duel."

"Senior, we're going to watch the duel, not participate in it. It's their business if those 'old hands' like to hold warm-up matches in the town. They can even have cage fights, we just won't get involved, right?" Feng Bujue said.

He said this, and the other party didn't understand most of it. The old man was stunned for a few seconds, and replied, "Hehe... you really don't understand anything. How can the affairs of the martial world be as simple and naive as you think." He took a few steps forward, came to Feng Bujue, and looked at the slightly thin Jue Ge, "Besides, with your physique, I'm afraid you can't even beat a street performer. The Sword Saint's duel, even if you watch it, what can you learn from it?"

"I told you I'm an expert, why don't you believe me, Senior?" Feng Bujue replied.

The old man's expression seemed to say that this kid was unreasonable, and he shook his head: "Then tell me your title and I'll listen." He pointed to the corpse on the ground, "If your reputation is not as good as this Jade Faced Floral Explorer's, go back early and don't embarrass yourself here."

The corners of Feng Bujue's mouth rose slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph..." His strength was coming, "I am... the one who punches Liang Guang and kicks Su Hang, whose sword sweeps through San Qin, whose aura trấn(suppresses) the north of the border, who bloodily washes Dongying (Japan) without leaving a trace, who has no rival in the Central Plains, known as the Unpredictable Madman... the Broken Sword Teahouse Master, Feng Bujue." He shamelessly finished this long list and was still not satisfied, so he reported his poem, "Thanks to the love of my peers in the martial world, I was given a poem – Smiling, I watch the vast sea crush a thousand troops, planning the universe, calculating cause and effect. Without awareness or fear, I lightly treat life and death, neither ghost nor god, like a mad demon."

The old man was shocked at the time. He had never heard of the Broken Sword Teahouse organization, nor had he heard of Feng Bujue. However, the other party's long list of titles didn't sound like it was made up on the spot. Anyway, if it were the old man himself, he wouldn't be able to make it up even if he was beaten to death.

"You..." The old man was speechless for a moment. He was quite sure that the five people's martial arts were very poor, or even non-existent, but he was a little shaken by Feng Bujue's flicker.

Equally shocked was Atobe, who originally thought that Feng Bujue would casually say a common nickname from a martial arts novel, but he didn't expect this guy to come up with a long paragraph, and the content broke through the sky. Compared with this name, that "Jade Faced Floral Explorer" was simply scum.

"Oh, by the way, may I ask for Senior's honorable name?" Feng Bujue cupped his fists and said.

"This old man is just a servant, my name is not worth mentioning." The old man replied, he came back to his senses at this time, and said again, "Little brother, you are indeed clever and eloquent, but an expert is not something you can brag about."

"Understood, understood, Senior still doesn't believe me." Feng Bujue said, "I'll show you a few tricks." At this moment, he was thinking: Old man... if I didn't see that you were quite related to the main storyline, I wouldn't bother talking to you so much. If you insist on not letting me go, I can only ask you to eat bullets...

Feng Bujue took half a step back, "Senior, how about you take one of my moves?"

"Don't say one move, even ten or a hundred moves..." The old man hadn't finished speaking.

Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation to activate the title skill [Watch out for my move], and the chosen skill type was combat.

Feng Bujue knew that he could definitely use something, but he didn't know what he was using...

Seeing that Feng Bujue was about to attack, the old man didn't dare to be careless. No one could guarantee whether this young man was hiding his inner strength and preparing to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger...

The old man used seventy percent of his power and raised his palm to meet him.

With a snap, Feng Bujue exchanged a palm strike with the opponent, and then retreated five or six steps. Only he himself knew that just now, his survival value had lost as much as 30%. Fortunately, the old man was purely using palm force to defend, and did not have the force to push forward, otherwise Feng Bujue would be in danger.

"This..." Although the old man was standing still, he showed a surprised expression. His palm was now a piece of crimson, as painful as an iron branding.

"Activated a fire-attributed skill... good luck." Feng Bujue thought, but on the surface, he seemed very calm, "A trick, I've embarrassed myself."

The old man put his hands behind his back: "Hmm... I didn't expect this old man to have misjudged today." He stepped aside, "Please, young heroes."

"Eh? Senior, don't you want to try the martial arts of my companions?" Feng Bujue pointed to Atobe, "Look at that sissy, he looks very weak."

"Hey!" Atobe expressed strong dissatisfaction with this guy's behavior of selling out his teammates.

The old man pretended not to hear the second half of Feng Bujue's sentence, and calmly replied, "No need, I believe these four are by no means ordinary people either. Master Feng, please." He even changed the way he addressed him.

"This old man seems to be stunned by me. It seems that the skill just now was super strong..." Feng Bujue thought, "No wonder it used up three hundred stamina points and thirty spirit points."

"Thank you, Senior." While Feng Bujue was talking, he was giving his teammates winks, signaling them that they could start walking.

After the five people walked away along the path, the old man raised his palm to his eyes and pondered, "Broken Sword Teahouse Master, hmph... this kid is full of nonsense, but his attack was really powerful." He adjusted his breath, seemingly trying to suppress the pain in his hand, "If he was a strong man in his forties, the palm just now wouldn't be anything, just the palm force of a boy who has practiced hard for thirty years. But this kid is only in his early twenties. The only explanation for him being able to deliver such a palm is innate pure yang internal force...

Heh... I don't know when so many powerful characters have emerged in the martial world. It seems that the experts and strange people attracted by the master's duel, whether in skill or number, have far exceeded expectations..."