Chapter 167: Exquisite Courtyard

Ma Tianxing thought about it and finally thought of a person, Nie Changfeng, the son of his master brother Nie Yang. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Nie Yang is the head disciple of the Gushan Sect, and he naturally knows the secret room of Chaoyang Guan.

When Nie Yang died under his own scheme, Nie Changfeng was already over eighteen years old, and it was reasonable that he could understand the affairs of the secret room.

The more Ma Tianxing thought about it, the more afraid he became, if it was really Nie Changfeng who rescued Huai Rennan, he would face a huge crisis.

Not to mention whether Huai Rennan will pass the "Heart Sutra of Difficulties" to Nie Changfeng out of gratitude. Shan said that if Nie Changfeng killed Tang Xie and Barton, tortured and coerced Huai Rennan to hand over the section of the "Heart Sutra of Difficulties", and spread it to the rivers and lakes.

His reputation will plummet, he will be despised by the rivers and lakes, and he will even be regarded as an evil person, attracting the crusade of the righteous path of the rivers and lakes.

He closed his eyes and thought of a countermeasure, he wanted to find a scapegoat and take it for himself: "Who are you looking for? Who has the ability to carry this thunder for yourself?"

"Mei Ming, yes, just look for him. Ma Tianxing felt a burst of joy in his heart: "When I was competing in the ring that day, everyone could see that Mei Ming and Nie Changfeng did not kill each other, and they both left each other a way back." ”

"Moreover, Nie Changfeng and Huai Rennan are well-known. It makes sense that he wants to harm himself and help Nie Changfeng seek to seize the position of the head of Gushan. ”

"Mei Ming was safe and sound in the fire, which is very counterintuitive, and he also has a great friendship with the four fairy spirits. It makes sense that a few of them colluded with the Immortal Spirit Sect to cooperate with the inside and outside to do such things that destroy human nature. ”

Ma Tianxing was secretly proud: "However, this matter can't be rushed, you have to plan carefully, if you show the slightest flaw, you will have no skills to go back." ”

"If you want to do this, you have to start with Mei Ming first, only if you let him mess up, this thing will become seven or eight points, and the rest will be easy to do. ”

He had made up his mind, so he summoned Chunzhu and said slowly: "Mei Ming, how will I treat you with Ma Tianxing?"

Chunzhu said respectfully: "The head of the family will take care of Mei Ming in every possible way, and he will rebuild it with kindness." ”

Ma Tianxing smiled and said, "Then what about you?"

Chunzhu said respectfully: "But there is a sending, do what you can." ”

Ma Tianxing said: "Can you answer truthfully if I ask you something?"

Chunzhu said: "I know everything. ”

"Good. Ma Tianxing said loudly: "Mei Ming, the fire has burned the Chaoyang Temple inside and out, why are you safe and sound when you are in the fire?"

Chunzhu said truthfully: "The disciple doesn't know why?"

Ma Tianxing clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, okay, Mei Ming, let me ask you, are you born not afraid of fire, or are you blessed by the gods?"

In the courtyard of the main hall of the Lonely Mountain Courtyard, many inner and outer disciples of the Lonely Mountain Sect came one after another. They were also curious about how the spring bamboo survived the fire.

Harutake was at a loss, he was caught in the fire, unharmed, and he was also amazed. But why? He didn't know.

Faced with Ma Tianxing's question, he could only answer helplessly: "This, this disciple has no way of knowing." ”

Ma Tianxing was silent for a long time, and said with a long sigh: "Mei Ming, what is the truth of the matter, I don't want to investigate too deeply, it's just that my Lonely Mountain Party is not thin on you, where to go? ”

Chunzhu looked at Ma Tianxing blankly, not knowing how to justify, but he was so anxious that his face was red.

Ma Tianxing looked at the disciples of the Gushan Sect who were talking to each other and whispering in the courtyard, and he was secretly happy in his heart, this was the result he wanted.

But he waved his hand to Chunzhu with a solemn face: "Alas, you have old wounds on your body, go down and rest." ”

Chunzhu sighed secretly, left the main hall of the Lonely Mountain Courtyard, and returned to his residence under the suspicious eyes of the disciples of the Lonely Mountain.

Since then, when the disciples of the Lonely Mountain saw him, it was like seeing the plague god, and the disciples of the Lonely Mountain, who lived in the same room with him, also moved to other rooms and did not accompany him.

Chunzhu was very depressed, but after thinking about it, he hated himself, why didn't he die in the fire? Even if he burned half to death, it would make the head of the family and all the brothers less suspicious.

In all kinds of helplessness, he didn't sleep all night, got up early in the morning, staggered, and walked out of the gate of the Lonely Mountain Courtyard aimlessly.

"Yo, isn't this the big hero of the Lonely Mountain Sect, Mei Ming Mei Gongzi?" Zhu Bo carried a load of firewood and walked towards him: "Mei Gongzi, where are you going early in the morning?"

Chunzhu smiled bitterly and said, "I'm still like that, I'm going to die." He paused slightly, and then said, "Why did Zhubo get up so early?

Zhu Bo smiled and said: "Yes, the day before yesterday, the Chaoyang Temple went to the water, and Master Li from the kitchen yesterday asked me to send more firewood, for fear of delaying the meals of the little masters." No, I came early in the morning. ”

He took a few steps forward with the firewood, then turned back and said, "If Gongzi Mei is fine, you might as well wait here for a while, wait for the old man to send the firewood, and go down the mountain with the old man to relax?"

Now from top to bottom of the Lonely Mountain Sect, everyone has a grudge against Chunzhu, which makes Chunzhu extremely bored. Chunzhu has always regarded Zhubo as a relative, and was willing to confide in Zhubo, and then nodded in agreement.

After delivering firewood, Zhubo went out of the lonely mountain courtyard, and together with Chunzhu, along a winding mountain road, came to a courtyard where Zhubo lived near the corner of the mountain.

The courtyard is surrounded by green trees, birds and flowers. A mountain spring flows in front of the small courtyard, and the fish swimming in the water can be counted.

Cross the small stone bridge over the creek and walk into the courtyard. There are several elegant and chic wooden huts scattered in the small courtyard.

Miss Chun'er stood on the platform in front of the door, saw Chunzhu, walked down the steps quickly, and shouted excitedly: "Ah, it's Mei Gongzi who is here, please have tea in the house." ”

Chunzhu hugged his fists and saluted: "There is Miss Lao Chun'er." ”

Chunzhu followed Zhubo and Chun'er into the hut, and the windows in the hut were bright and clean, and they were spotless.

Zhubo and Chunzhu sat casually on rough wooden seats, and Chun'er brought a pot of hot tea.

"Mei Gongzi, seeing that you are in a state of mind, is there anything unhappy?" Chun'er's beautiful eyes flowed, and her voice was like a pearl.

Chun'er is twenty-eight years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and skin like coagulation. She doesn't seem to be a mountain girl, but she has a bit of a beautiful atmosphere.

"Look at your dejected appearance, is your senior sister ignoring you?" Chun'er quipped.

"Chun'er, why did you talk to Mei Gongzi? Is it hospitality?" Zhu Bo was a little angry.

Chunzhu smiled slightly: "It's okay Zhubo, Miss Chun'er is making me happy." ”

Chun'er wrinkled her nose naughtily and picked up the teacup: "Count yourself interesting, come and drink tea." ”

Zhu Bo glared at Chun'er dotingly: "It's that Mei Gongzi doesn't have the same knowledge as you, and lets you say good things for you everywhere." ”

He said to Chunzhu with concern: "Mei Gongzi, look at your heart, what happened?

Zhubo's kind face made Chunzhu's heart hot, and his heart was full of sadness. Shaking his head slightly, he sighed, and couldn't help but want to tell his sad experience.

He tells Zhubo and Chun'er that he doesn't know why he has amnesia. After losing his memory, in order to eat a bite, he went to the stage to fight, entered the door wall of the Gushan faction, and became an outer disciple of the Gushan faction.

and Dou Yunguang to save Huihan. He went mad and went insane, insulted Ah Zi, seriously injured Tang Xie Barton, and was punished for thinking about the wall in the Ming and Qing Caves.

Later, he was wrongfully accused of being the murderer of Huai Rennan Tang Xie Barton, and was rescued by Ouyang Xiong, who met in the Ming and Qing Caves, and his confused heart was damaged, and his life was not long in coming.

And later, Chaoyang Temple was burned by the fire, and he was in the fire, but he was unscathed, which caused criticism. unprovoked aroused the suspicion of the head and the brothers.

He said everything one by one, no matter how big or small, but he hid the section where he was healing in the ice cave.

Chun'er and Zhubo sighed and sighed, feeling deeply sad for Chunzhu's variables.

After being silent for a long time, Zhu Bo said: "Mei Gongzi, the old man is slightly familiar with the Huang technique, can you let the old man investigate your condition?"

Chunzhu stretched out his left arm: "There is Lao Zhubo, I am grateful." ”

Zhu Bo finished cutting Chunzhu's pulse, and said with a solemn expression: "Mei Gongzi was used by others to use evil magic and trapped his heart, thanks to Ouyang Xiong's timely help, you didn't lose your heart." ”

Chun'er frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "There is such a thing? What kind of evil art trapped Mei Gongzi's heart?"

Zhu Bo shook his head: "I can't find out for a while, this evil art seems to be, it seems to be、、、、、、。 ”

Chun'er glanced at Zhubo: "Is this evil art weird?"

Zhu Bo was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "It's nothing weird, it's no different from a serious illness." ”

Chunzhu knew that Zhubo was deliberately covering up his injuries, he had already heard Ouyang Xiong say that he could live for three years at most, and he now looked at life and death very plainly.

He has no previous memories, so naturally there are no nostalgic things, no nostalgic people. Without nostalgia, there is no difference between living and dying.

"Is there really no one to be nostalgic for?" Chunzhu suddenly remembered the battlefield in his dream, and the girl who beckoned to him on the battlefield: "Who is this girl? Is it someone I should be nostalgic for?"

He sighed secretly and shook his head gloomily: "What can she do even if she is the person I love for? I look half-dead now, maybe it would be better not to see her." It's just that I didn't see the girl's appearance clearly, and I regretted it. ”

Chunzhu thought again: "What can you do if you can see her face clearly, and what can you do if you think clearly about her relationship with yourself?"

He picked up his tea in all his boredom, took a sip, leaned back in his chair, and was sad alone. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness struck, Chunzhu suddenly felt weak eyelids, leaned over, and fell asleep on the table.

"Master, what should I do?" Zhubo looked at Chun'er respectfully.

Chun'er looked at Chunzhu with a solemn face, and said with a heavy heart: "This matter is really a bit tricky, let me think about it, let me think about it again." ”

Zhu Bo said anxiously: "Master, time is running out, a moment of delay, there will be more danger, you have to make up your mind early." ”