Murong Fu finally failed to wait for Zuo Lengchan.

Only on the outskirts of Dengfeng County, on the side of a pavilion, I met a young man who claimed to be the son of Zuo Lengchan and whose name was "Zuo Ting", and with three disciples of the Songshan faction, he sent two boxes of "Songshan native products" to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu pretended to be dissatisfied, and said that he wanted to climb Shengguan Peak and meet the leader of the Zuo Alliance.

That Zuo Ting was sincerely frightened, and said that Zuo Lengchan heard that the Demon Sect seemed to have a large-scale change, and in order to prevent the Demon Sect from making chaos and killing innocents, he did his best to go to Hebei to reconnoiter the movements of the Demon Sect in the starry night......

Murong Fu was solemn and respectful, praising the leader of the Left League for being anxious and righteous, and he was really a model of righteousness, and he did not mention the matter of going to the Songshan faction in person, and accepted the two boxes of "Songshan native products", and said that after arriving in Beijing, there would be a return gift in the near future, and he continued to go to Beijing.

"The Songshan faction is quite rich!"

In the carriage, after counting the "native products" sent by Songshan, Murong Yun couldn't help but sigh.

Isn't it rich?

Of the two boxes of native products, one was a hundred silver ingots, each weighing twenty taels. The other box contains jewels such as jade, precious stones, and gold ornaments.

According to a rough estimate, these two boxes of "Songshan native products" are worth no less than 10,000 taels of silver.

Murong Fu picked up a silver ingot, pinched the silver ingot with his thumb and index finger, easily tore off a corner of broken silver, and said leisurely while pinching it flat and rounding it with two fingers:

"The Songshan faction made a fortune, all of which were the credit of Zuo Lengchan. This person is indeed very talented, and the Songshan faction is prosperous and prosperous. ”

Murong Yun looked at Murong Fu rubbing the broken silver at will, and marveled at the terrifying finger power of the eldest brother in his heart, and said in his mouth:

"It's just that I'm a little timid, I don't even dare to see my eldest brother in person, and throw a son out to test it."

Murong Fu shook his head:

"Zuo Lengzen, this is not cowardly. At the beginning of Liufu, I was not easy to attack the people of the Songshan faction. And he does not know my nature, and if he comes to me himself, if I am that kind of ...... Once he makes an enmity with someone and can't sleep until he exterminates the enemy, won't he be in danger? As the head of Songshan and the leader of the Wuyue Alliance, he can't lose. Therefore, I can only avoid meeting with me, and send my son to show sincerity first, and test my temperament by the way. ”

"Then what if the eldest brother is really ruthless and abolish his son?"

"A heroic figure like Zuo Lengchan, what is a dead son? It is also worthwhile for him to be able to use a son to find out my attitude and temperament. ”

"So the Songshan faction is not going to take revenge?"

Zuo Lengchan should have found out some information and gave up revenge. Of course, he may also be holding back and saving, sending Zuo Ting to give gifts, just to paralyze me...... People's hearts are like the sea, unpredictable, what does Zuo Lengchan think, who can say for sure? ”

Murong Yun said: "If Zuo Lengchan is really hiding his patience and savings, he will want to take revenge in the future......

Murong Fu smiled:

"Don't care too much about other people's attitudes. In this world, self-strength is king. As long as you can continue to be strong, even if others consciously accumulate enough, what can they do if they suddenly turn their faces? Raise your hand and slap it to death.

"But Zuo Lengchan is not a reckless man, and he has not always been so domineering. When the Songshan faction was weak, he was also able to bury his head in business, develop in a low-key manner, and not show his grandeur.

"A smart person like him, if he never gets the chance, he can always forbear. Even if he hates it in his heart, he will endure tears with blood and smiles......"

……

It was the end of autumn when it passed Dengfeng, and it was early winter when it passed Luoyang, the frost and cold dew were heavy, and the cold wind was bleak.

I don't know when it started, a light rain suddenly started, and after that, the rain never stopped, and every day it had to be dripping for a while.

After each light rain, the weather gets a little cooler.

It rained again that day, and although it was not heavy, it was cold.

Murong Yun wore a hat, a cloak, and only a thin green shirt to catch the car outside.

Although she is not yet sixteen, with her internal strength, she can also survive the cold and heat.

Qu Feiyan, who was originally in the handlebar style, wore a thin cotton jacket and sat in the carriage practicing swordsmanship.

She held a short sword, her elbows were hanging in the air, she didn't move at all, only her forearms and wrists flicked quickly, driving the short sword to stab out a sharp sneer, slashing out a sharp and cold light, and constantly attacking Murong Fu who was sitting opposite her.

Murong Fu sat in a leisurely posture, his demeanor was calm, holding a bamboo chopstick in his hand, dialing the block at will, and accurately intercepting each sword of Qu Feiyan.

After practicing for half an hour, Qu Feiyan's fair and pretty face gradually flushed, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Seeing that she had reached the limit, Murong Fu's bamboo chopsticks were fast, broke her chain of three stabs, and then attached the sword spine and gently stirred it, Qu Feiyan's wrist suddenly shook, the short sword took off his hand, and threw it at Murong Fu with a whirl, and when he arrived in front of him, the sword handle just fell into the palm of his hand, and it looked like Qu Feiyan took the initiative to give the sword to him.

"Wipe your sweat and rest for a while."

Qu Feiyan picked up the sweat towel and asked while wiping the sweat:

"Brother Mu, when I was disarmed by you just now, I felt a lot of strength, as if it was my own."

"You feel right, I didn't make much effort myself, and most of the disarming of your weapon was my own strength."

"Is this a lever of strength?"

"Not bad."

"Can you teach me?"

"Absolutely. There are many of my disciples who have learned this kung fu. It's just that although this kung fu is only a skill, it is not easy to learn. If you have enough understanding, you can also practice when your kung fu is still shallow, and practice into some fur with strength. But if you don't have enough understanding, you can only wait until you have practiced your kung fu deep enough, and then use your body to comprehend it over and over again. ”

"Brother Mu, don't worry, my understanding is definitely enough."

"I hope so."

"By the way, Brother Mu, my fourteenth birthday is almost here."

"What do you want?"

"That...... On my birthday, can I accept it? ”

"Do you really understand what it means to 'take you'?"

"Isn't it just to sleep in a bed in the future, I will help you warm the bed when it is cold, I will help you fan when it is hot, and I will serve you to dress and wash when you get up...... Wait a few of these? ”

"That's all? What's the point? ”

"The point? What's the point? ”

"Hehe......"

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Have you rested? When you're rested, keep practicing. ”

"Oh." Qu Feiyan pouted, looking stupid.

……

The carriage moved slowly in the cold wind and drizzle.

Murong Yun skillfully drove the car, avoiding puddles and mud puddles in the aisle.

Not far ahead, a white-haired old man wearing a robe, wearing a bamboo hat, drove a carriage to meet him.

Murong Yun politely greeted the old man who was driving the car opposite, and the old man smiled back.

When the two carriages staggered past, in the carriage on Murong Yun's side, there was another sneering sound of the sword blade breaking through the air, and in the carriage opposite, there was a melodious piano sound.

Soon, the two carriages staggered, one to the north to the capital, and the other to the south to Luoyang, unconsciously drifting away......

……

Hangzhou Mansion, West Lake.

Murong Ying, the fifteen-year-old Xinke Xie Yuan of Zhejiang Province, took a painting boat in the same year as Yigan and traveled to the West Lake.

In the evening, Murong Ying, who had finished some entertainment, came to the porch alone and looked out against the railing.

Not far ahead, there is a hill standing by the lake, between the mountains and forests, you can vaguely see the blue tiles and white walls, and the eaves and arches.

Murong Ying raised his hand and beckoned a ship, pointed to the manor on the mountain and asked:

"That's the plum village?"

The bow said:

"Back to the second ancestor, that place is Meizhuang."

"There are a lot of masters in Meizhuang?"

"Yes." The bow of the boat said: "The four owners of Meizhuang, known as the four friends of Jiangnan, are all first-class masters. There are also two Zhuang heads, one is called 'One Word Electric Sword' Ding Jian, and the other is called 'Five Road God' Shi Lingwei, both of whom were well-known in the rivers and lakes in the early years. ”

Murong Ying asked with interest:

"The eldest brother asked you to spy on Meizhuang, are you interested in the four friends of Jiangnan in that Meizhuang? Big Brother wants to recruit them? ”

"It's not." The boatman said: "Although the martial arts of the four friends of Jiangnan are high, they are all people who are fond of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are also people in the Demon Sect, and they are not all the way with our Baishengmen." Besides, they're just cell bosses. ”

"Cell boss?" Murong Yingqi said: "Four first-class masters are the head of the cell...... Who is imprisoned in Meizhuang? ”

"Former Demon Sect Master, let me do it."

"Let me do it?" Murong Ying was slightly stunned, shook his head and smiled: "It's actually such a character...... What does Big Brother mean? ”

"Just keep an eye on Meizhuang. If Ren escapes from prison, there is no need to forcibly stop it, just inform the door owner to know. ”

"I see......"

Murong Ying pressed the railing with her hand, looked at Meizhuang for a while, chuckled, and went back to the cabin to drink.

He is a little interested in rivers and lakes and martial arts, but not much.

What he yearns for more is to be like a big brother, crisscrossing the battlefield, killing the enemy.

It's a pity that when he has the ability to go to the battlefield, the rebellion has been settled, and in the future, he can only see if he can find an opportunity in the north......

……

Time is long, and before you know it, it is the wax moon again.

In Yanjing City, the wind is cold and the snow is all over the sky.

Ling Hu Chong and Yue Lingshan each carried a luggage rack and an oil-paper umbrella, walking on Zhengyangmen Street, the most prosperous street in Beijing, looking around curiously.

"It's so hilarious! The snow is so heavy and there are so many people on the street......"

Yue Lingshan exclaimed.

Ling Hu Chong smiled: "After all, it's Jingshi." Hey, I've never smelled the smell of wine......"

Ling Hu Chong shrugged his nose, and his eyes were shining on a small shop with a wine flag not far away.

was about to step over, but his sleeve was pulled by Yue Lingshan.

She tugged on Ling Hu Chong's cuffs, and said with a pretty face:

"Senior brother, my father and mother have instructed me that I must keep an eye on you along the way, and I am not allowed to drink more than two taels a day. On the road before, you have already drunk half a gourd wine, and you have already drunk far too much! ”

"Two by two...... Little junior sister, you know, two taels are not enough for me to take a sip, and the rules of Master and Master are too strict. Ling Hu Chong looked at Yue Lingshan with a sincere face: "Little junior sister, that is the fragrance of wine that I have never smelled, you should know how important it is to me...... Good junior sister, will you allow me to taste it, just one bite? ”

Yue Lingshan's face was expressionless:

"No! When I went to Luoyang before, you were allowed to drink it once openly, and you got drunk again, and your new clothes were dirty, not to mention, and you were hung up with a big hole...... Now that you're in the Jingshi, it's important to get down to business, so I can't allow you to break the ban anymore! ”

As he spoke, he tugged at his sleeve and walked briskly.

"Senior sister, you...... I promise not to get drunk! ”

"That time in Luoyang, you also promised like this. I'm not going to fool you with anything this time. ”

"I ...... Alas! ”

Ling Hu Chong was helpless, so he could only turn back three times in one step, and reluctantly left with Yue Lingshan.

"Senior brother, Master Jing is so big, and we don't know each other well, you say, where should we go to find that Lord Murong Quan?"

"It's easy. The surname Murong is rare, and he serves in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so it is easy to inquire about it. ”

"Inquire about the imperial court officials...... We're not going to be treated like villains, are we? ”

"Of course not. That Lord Murong is from Zhejiang Province, but before leaving, Master taught me, we can inquire about the Zhejiang Provincial Hall first, and then go to the Zhejiang Provincial Hall to inquire about it......"

This chapter is a little shorter, but there is another chapter today, asking for a monthly pass!

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