Number One in the World

At dusk, the evening sun was like fire and the waning sun was like blood. Dokgofan came to the Meng Family Villa.

His arrival did not attract much attention, because he was just an ordinary Jianghu man, although he had many impressive achievements, in the eyes of the Jianghu people, he was still an ordinary Jianghu man, at most a Jianghu man with good swordsmanship.

Meng Fei is the owner of the Meng Family Villa, known as "Little Meng Changjun", and has hundreds of disciples in the Villa. Although his identity is different from that of Dokufan, one is a wealthy gentleman, and the other is a down-and-out jianghu guest, but the two have a very good friendship. The Meng family's guests all knew Dokgofan, and a few nodded at him, but Dokgofan didn't seem to see them and went straight to the back hall. With his friendship with Meng Fei, he could go anywhere in the manor and no one would ever ask him. So when he pushed open the door of Meng Fei's study, Meng Fei, who was counting this year's harvest with his son Meng Biao, was a little surprised, but not surprised either.

"Sit down!" Meng Fei did not stop the work in his hand.

Instead of sitting down, Dokgofan stared at Meng Fei and said coldly, "I want to duel with you!" "A duel?" Meng Fei's eyebrows jumped, thinking he had heard wrong. You know, a duel is not a normal match, which means only one of the two can survive. As a friend who had been born and died for many years, Meng Fei knew Dokufan's character very well; this person usually rarely opened his mouth, so every word was well thought out.

"What has my brother done to offend you?" Meng Fei asked with a frown.

"No." "Then why do you want to duel?" "I want to kill you." "Why?" Although somewhat annoyed, Meng Fei asked, forcibly suppressing his anger.

"Do I need a reason to kill you?" There was an indescribable sneer in Dokgofan's words.

Meng Fei has never been a good-tempered person, now he was really angry. "He stood up and drew the knife at his side and looked at him angrily.

Dokgofan calmly looked at Meng Fei, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he did not know this person at all. Meng Fei looked at this long-time friend, his anger gradually calmed down, threw the knife on the table, and said generously, "I think we have some misunderstanding, you go out first, we will talk about it later." At this time, Meng Biao also stood out in time, blocked between the two of them, and said to Dokufan with a smile, "Uncle Fan, I will accompany you to sit outside first." He said and made a "please" gesture to Dokufan.

At that moment, Dokgofan's short knife suddenly struck, like a poisonous snake emerging from a hole, and stabbed into Meng Biao's heart with unmistakable accuracy. Meng Biao looked at the knife stuck in his chest in astonishment, not believing to his dying breath that it was real. Meng Fei's eyes were wide as he watched his son fall, more surprised than saddened.

"Now we have no more misunderstandings." Dokgofan withdrew his sword and said calmly.

It was only after half an incense burner that Meng Fei came back from his surprise and shouted, "Give back my son's life!" Said fiercely picking up the knife on the table, and slashing the top of Dokufan's head, the knife with the sound of wind and thunder. Seeing that the knife was about to hit the top of Dokufan's head, Meng Fei suddenly turned his wrist, and the knife became a horizontal slap - he wanted to know why, so he planned to knock Dokufan out first.

Just then, Dokkufan struck out. It was too late for Meng Fei to change his stance, and Dokkufan's knife slashed across Meng Fei's throat in a split second. Dokkufan was dizzy and stumbled back against the door. And Meng Fei covered his neck with both hands, blood coming out from between his fingers ......

After passing through the long corridor with nine curves, Dokkufan slowly came outside. The doorkeepers had not finished their meal yet, and Dokkufan suddenly shouted to the crowd, "Meng Fei was killed by me! Anyone who wants to take revenge for him can find me at the Yuelai Inn." After saying this, he did not even look back and left.

The crowd gradually quieted down, and then asked each other: "Hey! Did you hear what brother Dokgo said?" "Did you hear it?" "He seemed to say ...... Hi! No way, no way!"

The crowd was laughing and joking when a family member suddenly stumbled and ran out from the back hall, screaming as he ran, "The master ...... and young master have been killed."

A low-hanging heavy goose yellow drape divided a small room into two parts, the incense burner rose longingly sandalwood smoke added to the sense of gravity in the house. Every time Fang Cheng came here, he couldn't help but lighten his footsteps, hold his breath, and stand with his hands down respectfully, although he didn't know whether there was anyone behind the drape.

This time he didn't have to wait long before he heard the distinctive, low, and slow voice from behind the drape: "I heard that Meng Fei, the owner of the Meng Family Villa, was killed?" "Yes!" Fang Cheng tried to make his voice as respectful as possible.

"Who did it?" "Dokgofan." "Dokkufan?" The voice was a little surprised, "Isn't he Meng Fei's friend?" "Yes, not only are they friends, but their fathers were also friends who were born and died, they should be considered family friends - back then, Dokgofan's father gave up his life to save Meng Fei's father!" "Oh, that's a bit surprising." After a brief pause, the voice asked, "What other relatives does Meng Fei have?" "He also has a young son named Meng Jun, who learns sword under Ling Yunzi of Wudang." "Where is Dokgofan now?" "He is at the Yuelai Inn waiting for Meng Fei's disciples to come and take revenge." There was a long silence behind the drape, and then he asked, "What good would killing Meng Fei do to Dokkufan?" "I haven't found any benefit yet, but there is a downside - immediately become the public enemy of the martial arts. Lone Fan will be in trouble from now on!" "Good! Meng Fei has always been well-liked in the martial world." The voice paused and then said, "There is always a motive to kill someone, what do you think Dokgofan's motive will be?" Fang Cheng thought about it and shook his head, "I can't guess." "Yes! The most difficult thing in the world to guess is the human heart." The voice sighed.