It's just that the sword in the hand of the sword folding master has been replaced with a bamboo pole, or when he carries out auxiliary tasks in the future, he will still hold sticks, stones and other things in his hands, but according to the rules of the sect, since he has taken the name of the folding sword, he can no longer touch any iron tools in his hands......

Therefore, he gradually became the most dishonorable person in the sect, but he was more popular with the younger undebuted disciples. Except for the murder of people, Uncle Sword's martial arts are no worse than those of Uncle Sword, who is responsible for teaching and learning in the sect, and Uncle Sword-Folding is recognized as a good talker.

However, for Uncle Fu Jian, who was bent on cultivating a successful killer from the three disciples under his name, the broken sword was vaguely his enemy, and he didn't want his disciple to get too close to this man who had no murderous aura on his body.

Therefore, although some of the three teenagers wanted to say hello to Uncle Folding Sword, after glancing at Master Fu Jian who was sitting at the same table, that kind of look suddenly made them all look at it slightly.

However, although they were silent, the folding sword on the bow of the boat took the initiative to speak, and said in a casual tone: How? Have fun today? Have you seen anything interesting that would make me happy to say it?

I was about to tell you. Although Fu Jian, who was sitting solemnly and upright in the boat, answered the words, but in his tone, he couldn't hear a trace of a relaxed joke, after you sent us here early in the morning, you didn't berth too far, why did it take so long for you to reply after I gave you the signal to pick us up?

Folding Sword smiled faintly and replied: The weather has changed, it will have an impact.

Isn't it because you're snooze on the bow of the boat? Fu Jian immediately asked again, this time he not only spoke in a cold and hard tone, but also coerced a little bit of questioning.

Well, I can't hide it from you, it's me who overslept, and I apologize to you. Finished this series of words with a little speed. Folding Jian didn't wait for Fu Jian to buy his account, and suddenly changed the topic again, but the speed of his speech slowed down: Huh? You don't seem to have brought any umbrellas with you?

A teenager couldn't help but want to explain, but was pressed down by a gesture of Fu Jian's palm, and then he explained in person: The umbrella was deliberately left by me, and it was left for a few interesting people I met on the shore.

The folding sword that pushed the boat with the pestle rod in the bow sighed when he heard this, not because he regretted that he didn't catch the handle of the sword that Fu Jian made a mistake, but as if he was sighing in advance for a few people who were about to die: Phew...... The people who make you feel interesting will soon become four, because you're only interested in what to kill and how to kill them.

Thank you for your review. It's fair and I like it. Fu Jian spoke in a cold tone, and soon the conversation changed sharply: But I'm only good at attacking. I won't sit still, it's better than you!

The three teenagers present knew what their master was satirizing about Folding the Sword, and they must have understood it in their hearts.

The rules of the sect have long been familiar to them. Uncle Folding Sword is still a young man with full body, waiting for him to be a little older. It will always be replaced by a successor who strives for this idle name. And being stabbed to death by someone in his own sect is the most despicable way to die in the sect.

Uncle Ke Folding Sword seems to be living in a drowsy every day at present, and if he continues like this, when he reaches a certain age, his martial arts will degenerate very quickly.

However, at this time, the broken sword seemed to have missed the words that Fu Jian said behind him, and his perspective only stayed on the insincere gratitude in front of him...... He smiled and said: You have a strong self-confidence in the great cause of assassination, and I am not the only one in the faction who thinks so, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to catch up with you. But I suddenly wondered, how are you going to kill people with your umbrella?

Exempt. Uncle Fu Jian smiled indifferently, a person who can only eat cooked meat, if he sees clearly how a butcher can slaughter a live pig and serve it to his table. That's probably going to be an unappetizing.

Folding Sword was silent for a moment, and then he laughed twice with unknown sadness and joy. The tone became calmer: Fu Jian, people are not animals, and the faction will only send people to act when they receive the 'red list'. The murder sect also has to abide by the rules of a certain range.

I know, thank you for your advice. Fu Jian's voice sank, and he didn't intend to continue the conversation with Broken Sword, the murderous aura he kept in his chest did not allow anyone to try to defuse it for any reason.

Folding Sword didn't say anything more, and seemed to finally get serious about the work of holding the boat in his hands.

The ship suddenly became extremely quiet. This kind of quiet atmosphere in the cabin where there are obviously many people present, but no one speaks, although it cannot be called absolute, but it penetrates into the souls of several people present, and other book friends are reading:.

Several teenagers knew their master's style of acting with Fu Jian, but when they thought of the girls that the master was going to deal with this time, they couldn't help but have doubts and hesitations in their hearts.

None of them have really killed human lives, even if they have the killing intent cultivated by the sect environment, but the killing intent that is almost like a tiger on paper will eventually need to wait until one day, with the warm blood of others, to reach the extreme.

At this time, they still have some worldly concepts of right and wrong in their hearts, after all, they have to obey the management of the sect, and they still need to learn some conventional etiquette rules.

With this concept in their hearts, they thought back to the girls they had just met, and they only felt that at their age, it seemed that they would not do anything evil that would make others want to spend money and kill them, and the sect would receive a red list that recorded their information?

And their physical appearance is not so attractive...... How could Uncle Fu Jian move his killing intent on them?

After pondering for a moment, several teenagers exchanged glances, and finally Xiao Sun, a young man who had always taken the lead in speaking, spoke, and asked Fu Jian calmly: Uncle Fu Jian...... Is it because they see who we are?

This question was also asked by Xiao Sun when he was on the observation deck before, but he was the only one who thought so at that time, and at this time, he asked this sentence again, but he had already been recognized and supported by the other two teenagers.

Although there are doubts...... Fu Jian was finally willing to answer the question, but not so much that he had to deal with them.

Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu were secretly relieved.

After Xiao Ling was silent for a moment, he suddenly said: "Uncle Fu Jian, I see that the one in green clothes looks a little like the emperor.

When a few people arrived at their own boat, there would be no idle eyes except for the ocean, and Xiao Ling said the question that he had been puzzled for a while in his heart.

- This guy still hasn't said anything!

-- It turned out that he really had murderous intent for those girls. It's Xiao Ling!

Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu on the side secretly gasped again......

Uncle Fu Jian's eyes showed a novel expression, this kind of attitude was usually reflected on his face. He also recalled his impression of that little Tsing Yi, and asked casually: You mean hair?

Xiao Ling nodded, but he also had to add his opinion: Although when the emperor arrived at the drum platform before, because of a short distance, I couldn't fully see his face, but just one glance, let me find the person in green clothes. The contours of the face, the eye sockets, the eyebrow bones, and the nose bones are all slightly similar to those of the emperor. I just can't look any better. This feeling at the second glance is not as obvious as the first one.

When Xiao Ling thought back to what he had just seen, and while carefully finishing this description, several people present pondered, but soon heard that the young man Xiao Sun was the first to speak. smiled and said: Xiao Ling, you won't look away, will you?

At this time, Xiao Wu, a young man with eyes like ice crystals, also smiled and quipped: You just looked at that little Tsing Yi, almost staring at it, isn't it interesting to others? Now these words are actually just to cover up?

What do you want to say? Xiao Ling's eyes were indifferent, and he swept towards Xiao Wu, I don't have that kind of fetish.

Xiao Wu heard this. He shook his head helplessly and did not speak again. Xiao Sun on the side smiled and said: Xiao Ling, you can't see it, right? That little Tsing Yi is just a tomboy.

Xiao Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

Then. Fu Jian slapped the table, and the three teenagers immediately looked solemn, and listened to him say: This is called 'first impression', you all have to learn something. To observe a person's face, sometimes only when the mind is blank. Only then can you see the essence of things at a glance, and wait until the second glance. With the first shadow as a basis, this perception is not obvious.

The three teenagers here fell into silent thinking again, a good novel:.

Fu Jian looked at Xiao Ling and said, "Remember what you saw today, maybe you can really use it in the future."

The things that can make Uncle Fu Jian feel useful are mostly related to killing, watching Xiao Ling nod and carefully write down Uncle Fu Jian's words, Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu's hands on their laps under the table couldn't help but tremble.

Fu Jian didn't see this scene, if he wanted to see it, he would definitely not miss it, just because after he finished saying that sentence just now, the person had already gotten up and walked out of the canopy.

Standing at the bow of the boat, he looked silently for a long time in the direction where the tea shed was located, and said secretly in his heart: I don't know if they will accept the gift I left behind?

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On the sandy shore, the owner of the tea shop waited for a long time, and he didn't see the four martial arts hall disciples come back, he glanced at the four black umbrellas leaning on the table legs, and then looked at the four young guests who were gathered around the charcoal brazier and had begun to have a runny nose, he thought about it, but still dispelled a certain thought in his heart.

The charcoal fire in the pot gradually weakened, the rain outside the tea shed finally became much lighter, and the clouds in the sky gradually thinned, and the tea shop owner asked the guys to start packing up their things, but he was still hesitant about one thing, whether to bring those umbrellas back by himself and then find an opportunity to send them back, or just put them in place and wait for those people to come back and get them themselves?

It would be nice if they were really martial arts disciples, but they couldn't distinguish it for a while, thinking back to the young man's unfriendly expression, the question that the tea shop owner really hesitated about was what he had to do not offend people.

At this moment, he saw a carriage coming not far away, and stopped before it could get close, and a woman came down from the carriage, holding an umbrella, and was about to walk towards the tea shop.

On the sandy shore where it was raining heavily, there was no one except for the patrol soldiers who came and went more sparsely, and the appearance of this car and this person quickly attracted the attention of the people in the tea shop.

It's Sister White Peach. Mo Ye was the first to recognize the woman holding the umbrella, and a happy smile naturally appeared on her face.

Xiaoyu, the eldest maid of the Ye Mansion, also spoke: The people from the Song Mansion are here.

Xiaoya was a vassal on the side: Why are the people in our house so slow?

Ye Nuono didn't speak, but a feeling of loneliness already appeared in his heart. If this situation had been put aside, although Daddy was stern, he would have been the first to rush to pick her up.

Today, however...... The strong sense of contrast gave Ye Nuonuo an illusion, as if he was a child abandoned by his family.

The relationship between the Song Mansion and the Ye Mansion was not very close, so he didn't pay attention to what happened in the Ye Mansion, but only noticed that his own Mo Ye went to the beach, and a few hours later, a large number of Kyoto residents returned to the city. hasn't seen her come back yet, after Ruan Luo came back from the Jin family's Haiding Xuan, he was a little uneasy when he learned about this situation, so he couldn't help but come to the beach to look for it.

Sure enough, she found Mo Ye under the shed, and in addition, she also saw Miss Ye and her two maids.

Bai Tao felt a little surprised, and when she saw that they were still wrapped in a tablecloth, she couldn't help but feel pity again. It can be seen that the tablecloth is provided by the tea shop. Although their hair had been dried by charcoal, it must have been raining before, but fortunately the tea shop had not left. It can also be seen that they are willing to help, and Bai Tao hurriedly thanked the owner of the tea shop.

After a few brief exchanges, Bai Tao was about to lead a few people back to the carriage, but when it was time to leave, she understood the real reason why Mo Ye and his party couldn't leave here.

Looking at them, they could only hold a skeleton umbrella in their hands. Bai Tao's gaze unconsciously swept to the four black cloth umbrellas on the table beside him - they were too eye-catching in this heavy rain environment at this time.

Listening to the explanation of the tea shop owner, Bai Tao also knew that it was dropped by other tea customers, but she was very puzzled since then: on a rainy day, someone would leave all the umbrellas they carried?

I listened to the explanation of the tea shop owner. Bai Tao asked the guests about the approximate time of leaving, she hesitated, and suddenly had the idea of borrowing an umbrella.

Before she could say this, other book friends were reading:. Bai Tao's attention turned elsewhere again, for she saw another person coming down from the carriage, and in the midst of her conversation with the owner of the tea shop, that person was already approaching with an umbrella.

In order to take Mo Ye back, he came out of the Song Mansion. Who else could there be?

The short distance between the carriage and the tea shed was to be finished by Ruan Luo. The shoes and socks under the feet are soaked.

Mo Ye had a look of surprise on his face.

Bai Tao was a little nervous, looked at Ruan Luo and said hurriedly: Brother Ruan, didn't you just wait in the car?

Ye Nuonuo also remembered that this brother-in-law she had just recognized for a long time had just been sick before! She couldn't help but look slightly shocked.

Ruan Luo looked at the four girls wrapped in tablecloths next to the charcoal basin under the tea shed, and couldn't help laughing, for Bai Tao's worry, he only waved his hand, and said easily: Don't get in the way, it's you, if you don't leave, there will be no one in the carriage.

Ruan Luo said that Bai Tao also understands a situation. She came with Ruan Luo, and when she just left the city, the rain was the heaviest, and it was almost over the roof of the car. Although the rain was lighter at this time, the carriage could not withstand the rain for a long time.

But thinking about the reason for not leaving, Bai Tao hesitated again.

Ruan Luo has also discovered the problem with the umbrella, not only on Mo Ye's side, but also on the four black umbrellas.

He looked around at the few people in the tea shop again, and saw a lot of hesitation, and he asked the customers of the shop about the time and whereabouts of their departure just now, and then hesitated.

However, his feelings were not empty, he was rushing to make a decision, and after a while, he made a decision, and said directly to the owner of the tea shop: Shopkeeper, I want to borrow these four umbrellas, if those guests come back to find them, I will tell you that the umbrella is in the old house of Song Ronghui in Kyoto. If they don't come back, they will also send someone to pay a lot of money after the incident, so please rest assured.

Hearing the young man in front of him who was thin but had clear eyes say a name, the owner of the tea shop was slightly moved, and couldn't help but look at the person in front of him carefully, and then said in surprise: Could it be that Your Excellency is the nephew of Master Song...... Nguyen Luo Nguyen Gongzi?

Don't dare to be, it's Ruan. Ruan Luo carefully observed the middle-aged man in front of him a few times without leaving a trace, and estimated his actual age a little, and then waved his hands and said: It seems that today is a coincidence of seniors in the industry, and the late students greet their seniors.

The owner of the tea shop smiled, and he also waved his hands, and said with a smile: In the next surname Yu, the single name is a 'use' word, Ruan Gongzi don't be too polite with Yu, if you talk about the past, you still have to pay attention to the loss of Master Song, otherwise my business in the tea shop in Yu's family has already been lost, but it is a pity that the world is impermanent...... In the end, Yu Yong's expression suddenly darkened, and when he mentioned Master Song's sudden death, his eyes also revealed a bit of real regret.

Ruan Luo lowered his eyes and sighed, then raised his eyes to look at Yu Yong, and said seriously: As the leading representative of the country's merchants, the Beijing merchants must be united, and they must be involved in many aspects of commerce, which is also the cause that His Majesty supports today. The time when the Yujia tea shop was established in Kyoto, spanning two dynasties, is longer than the age of the later generation, such an old shop must be preserved, and what the uncle did during his lifetime will also be inherited in the later life, and if the predecessors want to use the place of the late birth in the future, they can say it.

Yu Yong's eyes couldn't help but heat up when he heard this.

Regardless of whether his old Yu family will need to ask for someone in the future, and regardless of whether there is an element of polite words in Ruan Luo's words, he can say these words without hesitation, relying on the reason to be so tough, this momentum has been promoted, which makes Yu Yong's heart lift.

Although Boss Yu is just the owner of a small teahouse and his family business is not big, he is definitely a senior person among the local merchants in Kyoto, and he can quickly resonate with Ruan Luo's words.

Yes, Beijing businessmen must be united. Boss Yu nodded, the smile in his eyes gradually closed, and he also showed a very serious look, Yu had the opportunity to meet with Boss Jin, and he had already learned from him that he had an excellent helper, and he happened to be Boss Song's nephew. Seeing the true face of Ruan Gongzi today, it is indeed as Boss Jin said, the righteousness is unforgettable, the thinking is far-reaching, and the future is limitless.