On the way back and forth, Hua Fengju was thoughtful and walked very slowly.

He wasn't worried about his nephew's safety, even Qishan Baiyi said that the kid was a star in the sky, how could he die here so easily? It's just that after the middle-aged man saw Xiaoyao Yuanjian, he inexplicably felt that his heart, which had been cold for fifteen years, suddenly became hot, as if he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something very important a long, long time ago, but he couldn't remember what it was.

The sky is covered with fish belly white, which is a refreshing scene after the rain and sunny days.

Hua Feng took a lazy step, and had unconsciously walked to the street outside the drunken sky.

After last night's incident, the sign of "Thank you today" has been hung in front of the door, and Hua Fengju, who is already physically and mentally exhausted, pushed the door straight in and didn't look at it.

The restaurant was dimly lit and bloody, but the corpses and remnants everywhere had been cleaned up by Mo Fei.

After Hua Fengju looked around, he found that there was a person sitting straight on the seat by the window in the hall, it was Yan Longyu, a young man who had not closed his eyes all night.

The wound on the young man's left arm was vaguely oozing blood, his face was haggard, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. ”

Hua Fengju replied truthfully and concisely: "Someone set up a situation and borrowed the hand of the Xiaoyao Sect to kill you, but fortunately, the Xiaoyao Sect Master only used the hand of the old man He to clean up the portal, and did not have the intention of killing you." ”

"Is that Chongguo Gong, Yao Chong?"

"It's not him, it's someone else."

Yan Longyu suddenly asked: "Then Brother Han Jianglong, who died because of me, died in vain?" Fourteen innocent guys in this drunken life died in vain? ”

Hua Fengju, who was already a little irritable, came to the young man, looked at his bloodshot eyes indifferently, and said solemnly word by word: "Yes! It's just a vain death! Without me, without He's seniors, without him Han Jianglong and Huang Wenmang, without the fourteen people who died before you, you would have died in vain! But is there anything you can do? Can you avenge them? ”

Perhaps he felt that his tone was a little heavy, the middle-aged man in the green shirt laughed at himself, raised his hands and put his hands on the young man's shoulders, "Okay, don't forget, you are the son of the Xishu Sword Fairy, the young man who everyone envies, don't be like a lifeless little old man, give Uncle a smile." ”

Yan Long Yupi grinned slightly, "Uncle Feng, you coax the child!" ”

"I'm not as fragile as you think. I know that I am indecisive and ruthless, but I don't want to embarrass my father, you will beat me more in the future, and scold me if you want. Speaking of this, the young man's expression suddenly darkened, "However, I am a person who holds grudges, and I will definitely avenge their revenge for them in the future." ”

Hua Fengju suddenly felt a little relieved: the child has grown up.

Xi Shu Fengjue sighed silently in his heart for a while, and finally yawned and walked upstairs, "That's right, young people should look like young people, and I, a middle-aged man, should go upstairs to make up for sleep." ”

"Uh~~ What about the stairs!"

——

Floating and intoxicating in a high-class room.

The young man Mo Fei's face was solemn, and he was questioning Wang Sui, the steward who was kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head.

This time, Yan Longyu and his entourage went to Shu is the route planned by their Xishu Floating and Sinking Pavilion, and only a few people can know their itinerary, including Gu Lao's pavilion owner, but they have just arrived in this osmanthus town for more than three days, and the people of Xiaoyao Sect have accurately found the door, and the cats are self-evident, even a shrewd person like Yan Gui who has not read a book for a few days can see it.

Under the coercion of the young man, the greedy Wang Sui confessed that he had accepted a hundred taels of gold and leaked the whereabouts of Yan Longyu and several people within half a moment.

However, Mo Fei disagreed.

With Wang Sui's shrewdness, greed for life and fear of death, he must know everything about the methods used by the Fushen Pavilion to deal with traitors, if there is no character behind him, how can he dare to knowingly commit a crime and exchange his life for money?

The young man seems to have a faint answer in his heart, the person behind Wang Sui must be a big man who is familiar with him in the Floating and Sinking Pavilion, that is to say, there are people in their Floating and Sinking Pavilion who collude with outsiders to prevent Yan Longyu and his party from going to Shu, and even want their lives.

Mo Fei's voice was soft, but in Wang Sui's ears, it was like a fatal judge, "Lord Wang, although I am young, you can't treat me as a child, can you?" ”

"Tell me, who told you to do this, and now I can intercede with my father-in-law on your behalf, right? His old man's methods, I believe that the king knows better than me. ”

Wang Sui, who was kneeling on the ground, was already in a state of checking, looking at the young man in front of him, he slammed his spirit, and said in a trembling voice of despair: "Manager Mo doesn't have to talk in vain, let the hall send someone to kill me!" You can't afford to mess with the one behind me, even if the old hall owner knows, you can't help him. ”

As the saying goes, young people are not frivolous, so how can they be called young people?

Hearing this, Mo Fei's fair face showed a touch of sarcasm, full of heroism, he slowly came to Wang Sui, bent down and raised his eyebrows, and said: "In this way, then I have to see what kind of big man he is, even I can't afford to provoke him." ”

"Do you think I'll be scared?"

……

Last night, in order to protect the thoughtfulness of the young man Yan Longyu, Han Jianglong, a man from the rivers and lakes, and his brother Huang Wenmang took the initiative to meet the thick fists of Li Changfeng, the great master of the Xiaoyao Sect. Han Jianglong was finally stoned to death by the great grandmaster with his fists, and there was no corpse, but Huang Wenmang fell downstairs and broke one of his arms, and survived.

At this moment, floating and indulging in another room.

The mute man Huang Wenmang hung one arm, sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, and stabilized his mind.

In the corner of the room stood a boxy, blood-oozing bamboo bookcase, which contained the bloody body of his sworn brother Han Jianglong.

Huang Wenmang is a native of Baeksu County, Gyeongju, born speechless, cowardly temperament, in the early years by killing pigs and selling meat to make a living, trained a pair of thick round arms, married a wife for three years without a son, and then because he accidentally broke his wife and neighbors fornication, in a hurry to kill the pig knife as a result of the life of the pair of dog men and women, and was imprisoned, and then his relatives and friends scattered his family wealth all the way out of prison, after leaving his hometown, he worshiped under the old monk of a tour, learned a set of nameless stick method, and became a layman who walked the rivers and lakes, Later, he met Han Jianglong, who grew up by the river since he was a child in Gyeongju.

As soon as the two hit it off and married Jinlan, they made an appointment to go to Jianzhou to participate in the five-year recruitment competition of Yushan Sword Market.

After they came along, they encountered the same thing as they are today.

In the middle of the meditation, Huang Wenmang heard a sound of leisurely footsteps outside the house that gradually became clearer, and then suddenly opened his eyes. saw a green shirt push straight through the door and stand in front of him with a frown.

After seeing the person who came, Huang Wenmang didn't dare to slack off, and was about to get up, but was stopped by the person who came casually.

Hua Fengju, who woke up from sleep, glanced at the bloody bookcase in the corner, and said with a little sympathy: "I know that you can't speak, and listen to me, you just have to respond." ”

The mute man nodded.

"These days, you must be confused, wondering the identities of those teenagers, right?"

Huang Wenmang nodded yes.

"The young man in white is named Yan Longyu, his father's name is Yan Linxiao, and I am his uncle, as for the identities of the other teenagers, I have no right to tell you."

The corners of Huang Wenmang's mouth twitched, he was shocked and frightened, he only thought that this group of people was an ordinary magnate from Xishu, but he didn't expect that there was a son of the famous Xishu Sword Immortal in the rivers and lakes back then!

Hua Fengju, who has always liked to speculate on others with the worst thoughts, ignored the man's reaction and continued: "No matter what the two of you are, you want to get close to my nephew, but it is a fact that you acted for him last night, so I, Hua Fengju, owe you two a favor." ”

Huang Wenmang smiled and was about to wave his hand to signal that he didn't have to, but Hua Fengju took advantage of the situation and put his finger on his wrist.

"I have a lot of strength, but the qi in my body is messy."

After giving an extremely pertinent evaluation, Hua Fengju took out a book of Buddhism called "Gu Yuan Na Qi Sutra" from his arms, and handed it to Huang Wenmang, "This "Gu Yuan Na Qi Sutra" was given by the old abbot of Yanzhou Han Chan Temple when I was young, although it is not a secret treasure of Buddhism, but it has its own unique views on stabilizing the mind and condensing the sea of qi, as long as you are willing to devote yourself to study, it is only a matter of time before you enter the little master of the Six Realms. ”

Huang Wenmang stood up and took the cheats, and opened his mouth in amazement, as if he wanted to say something.

Hua Fengju said indifferently: "Take it with peace of mind, just exchange your brother's life." ”

"You originally wanted to go to Jianzhou, Yushan Sword Ruins, right?"

Huang Wenmang nodded in amazement.

"I am familiar with Shangguan Qingyang, the second head of the Jade Mountain Sword Market, and I can write a letter of recommendation for you, if you go to the Sword Market, you can go directly to him."

While Hua Fengju is cleaning up the aftermath of his nephew, he also invisibly paves an extra way for him to survive in the future, and he is ready to make a deal with Huang Wenmang or not.

"But, you must promise me one condition."

"That is, on the day you become the Great Grandmaster, you want to return my nephew's favor......"

After Huang Wenmang pondered, he nodded slightly, he walked around Hua Fengju with his arm, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea with one hand, and then dipped his fingers in the tea and wrote a line crookedly on the table.

After Hua Fengju saw the words on the table, he was also like a dumb person, he didn't say a word, just nodded, and then turned around and walked out of the room.

It was written on the table: "Can you allow me to take Brother Han's body back to Gyeongju for burial?"

Hua Fengju had to admit that his nephew may still be a little less ready to deal with things, but looking at people, he is really accurate, Huang Wenmang is a man who values love and righteousness.

——

Early the next morning.

After getting drunk with the teenagers all night, the mute walker Huang Wenmang left while the teenagers were asleep.

He returned home alone with the body of his brother Han Jianglong, and a few days later buried his body by the river where he had grown up, along with his dead master.

Before leaving, Huang Wenmang, who had read the book for a few days, left eight words for the teenagers and handed them over to them with Hua Fengju:

"Drunk with you, three lives are fortunate."

For low-level Jianghu people like Han Jianglong and Huang Wenmang, what the young Yan Longyu can really move them is not the jade plate delicacies and elixir wine that treat them, but the child's sincere attitude from the heart.

In the gestures of the youth, they felt the long-lost dignity and the heroism that they had once fearless.

From a certain point of view, it was Yan Longyu's sincerity that buried Han Jianglong's life.

But the young man is innocent, sincere is innocent, and what is guilty is just this high-sounding, low-level, high-level, and suppressed low-level Jianghu people who have no dignity to speak of in the turbid world.

The day after Huang Wenmang left, Yan Longyu and the others also left Osmanthus Town and continued to travel south.

In order to thoroughly find out the "big man" hidden in the Floating and Sinking Pavilion and wanting to secretly prevent the son of the Sword Fairy from going to Shu, the little manager of the Floating and Sinking Pavilion, Mo Fei, did not continue to walk with Yan Longyu and others, and chose to stay in Osmanthus Town.

He didn't know much about the interests of all parties involved behind Yan Longyu, he only knew that this sword immortal orphan played a pivotal role in the current situation in Xishu.

But at the same time, as a peer, I am looking forward to what such a young man with a delicate mind but a simple mind will experience after going to the rich and charming Xishu Jinguan City, and what kind of deeds will he have?

In fact, everything about the teenager will be seen with his own eyes and experienced in the future.