Chapter 102 There is a thief who loves to write poetry

Su Yu and Yun'er urged the horse to walk for a long time, wanted to ask for directions, but no one could meet them, was a little anxious, Yun'er looked into the distance, but found that in the distant col, there was a curling smoke rising, she was overjoyed, the two came down from the road, stepped on a sheep intestine path, and went to the direction of the smoke.

Walked through the tall grass all over the sky, walked for a long time, and finally arrived at the place where the smoke rose, they were stunned by the scene in front of them, it turned out that this was covered by the wild grass, hidden at the foot of the northwest mountain, not the appearance of the imaginary deserted village, but a castle with a deep ditch barrier, the gate of the castle was closed, and a huge stone stood not far from the gate, with the four big characters of "Tiger Driving Villa" written on it.

Su Yu was overjoyed, and the two of them stepped forward to knock on the door, and after a while, a head poked out of the gatehouse, looked at them condescendingly, and said, "Where did you come from?

Su Yu hurriedly arched his hand and said: "In Xia Su Yu, come to my master, the people in the rivers and lakes are called the drunken flying man Li He!"

After hearing this, the man said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and give you a reply to our young master!"

After a while, I saw the door "squeak" open, and the gatekeeper stood by the door, and said to the two: "The young owner and the owner are waiting for the two of you in the main hall, you can come in with me!"

The outside of this villa is already very majestic, and the inside is even more magnificent, the road under the foot is wide, the houses on both sides are neatly arranged, and there are weapon shelves at the door, and all kinds of weapons on the shelves are dazzling.

The two followed the gatekeeper to an open field, pointed to an independent house in front of them, and said, "There is a reception hall, and the owner and the young owner are inside!"

Yun'er looked into the distance of the field, only to see smoke and dust rising there, and the neighing of horses, she was even more surprised, and turned her face to ask the gatekeeper: "You have so many weapons here, and there are still people practicing on the field, what is your owner doing?"

The gatekeeper smiled and said: "Girl, do you know, our owner and this young man's ancestor are in the same line, they have a total of three brothers, one is Miao Feiyu of the Lamp Flower Valley, the second is the Hunjiang mud dragon Luo Xingbo, and the three are our owners! They each have their own sphere of influence, which is divided into land, water, and mountain roads, and our village owner is the owner of the mountain road! This radius of hundreds of miles is under the management of our village owner, you think about it, the livelihood of the mountain road is met by the hard master, there is no one under him, no swords and guns are okay?

Yun'er suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that your Tiger Driving Mountain Villa is the king of the mountain!"

The gatekeeper grinned, but did not answer, but pointed to the door of the main hall with his hand and said, "I will take you here, and you can go in by yourself!"

With that, he turned and left.

The two of them just came to the door, only to hear someone striding out laughing, raised their eyes and saw them, on their greasy faces, the smile suddenly froze, Su Yu and Yun'er looked up at him, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The strong man looked at Yun'er and said, "Hey, you little girl, let me compose poems, my poems are ready, but you ran away! Why did you come to my house again? Could it be that because my poems are good, do you come here to listen to them again?" Yun'er hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes! I just came here to listen to your poems! You are so stupid and talented! Hehe"

The strong man couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this, and then said, "But how did you know that I live here?"

Yun'er already smiled and said, "This is not simple, this is the den of the Mountain King, and you are not far from here, this is naturally your home!

The strong man's face was full of joy at this time, and he was scattered, and he had to talk to Yun'er for a few words, and he heard someone in the courtyard shouting: "Ermeng, why don't you hurry up and invite the two guests in, just talk about something?"

Only then did Er Meng turn around and say yes, beckoning the two of them into the house.

Su Yu and Yun'er tied their horses to the bolted horse stake at the door, and strode into the hall with Ermeng, only to see that the hall was empty, and there were chairs on both sides, and in the middle of a chair covered with tiger skins, there was a person sitting upright, aged in his fifties, wearing a brown robe with dark stripes, more than nine feet tall, under the thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes slightly closed, his left hand holding the armrest of the chair, and his right hand was gently brushing the beard that was already a little gray under the sea.

Su Yu knew that he must be the owner of the Tiger Mountain Villa, the god of the Tiger Mountain, Huang Haishan, he hurriedly walked to him, and bowed his head and said: "The junior Su Yu visits the master and the ancestor!"

Huang Haishan bowed slightly and pulled him up, looked him up and down before asking, "Are you the child named Su Yu that my nephew said Taibai Hexian?"

Su Yu bowed down and replied: "Uncle Shizu, I am Su Yu, I have encountered a lot of troubles along the way, so I am late! But I don't know where Master and Master are here? They are waiting for me in a hurry, right?"

Huang Haishan shook his head and was about to answer, but he glanced at Lu Yun'er standing on the side, he raised his hand and pointed at her and said, "Are you the girl who asked my godson Er Meng to compose poems?"

Yun'er hurriedly smiled: "We passed through the black pine forest, they came out to rob the road, I didn't want to make trouble, so I just made a joke with him, hehe"

Huang Haishan said lightly: "The old man has no children under his knees, so he recognizes this righteous son, although he is not his own, he has also been raised since he was a child, and it is better than his own child! He was a little injured in his brain when he practiced martial arts, and he was not very bright! Therefore, the old man hates people to play tricks on him and play tricks on him because of this! Do you know?"

Yun'er was also unhappy when she saw him like this, but she didn't expose it, and still smiled: "Where did Master Huang Zhuang say, when did I play tricks on him? I just think his poems are quite interesting, so I just say a few more words to him, if you don't believe it, you can ask him yourself?"

After she said that, Wang Er hurriedly ran to Huang Haishan and said: "Godfather, this little girl didn't play tricks on me, she even praised me for the good poems I composed! No, she even made a special trip to our house to listen to me compose poems! I didn't think it before, but now I think I'm too talented! Otherwise, I'll make a poem for you now, how about it?"

Huang Haishan waved his hand at him, and was about to stop him, Yun'er smiled: "Since the owner of Huang Zhuang cherishes him so much, you should encourage him more! He said that if he wants to compose a poem, you let him do it! Anyway, it's not a bad thing! Right? If he becomes a poet in the future, the owner of Huang Zhuang will thank me well! Hehe."

Huang Haishan was angry in his heart, and it was not good to attack in front of Ermeng, so he had to smile bitterly, wave his hand, and let Ermeng toss.

I saw Er Meng squatting up in the room, sitting down, sitting down, getting up, scratching his head, digging his nostrils, tossing for a long time, but he didn't come up with a sentence, he thought for a long time, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly ran out of the room, looked up at the sky.

At this time, Huang Haishan didn't know what he meant, and he stepped out of the door to look at him, and saw that he was so difficult, so he had to say: "Ermeng, if you can't do it, forget it!" You greet Su Yu and them at home, godfather, I still have to go to the market to do something!"

As soon as he raised his leg to leave, he saw Er Meng grab him and said excitedly: "There is! My poem is here! Godfather, you listen well!"

Huang Haishan had to stand still again and listen to his poems.

Wang Ermeng shook his head and said: "Godfather rode a donkey to catch the market, the donkey made him covered in mud, and the godfather lowered his head to hit the donkey, but his head was kicked by the donkey!"

Stopped, laughed, "Godfather, what do you think?

Huang Haishan was so angry that he didn't speak, turned his head and glanced at Lu Yun'er, who was already smiling and bent over, snorted in his nose, and turned around and went in the direction of the playground.

Su Yu also wanted to follow and ask about the whereabouts of his master and ancestor, but was grabbed by Yun'er.

Er Meng watched his godfather leave without saying a word, was stunned for a moment, looked back at Yun'er again, scratched his head and said, "What do you say I can do with poetry?"

Yun'er laughed and burst into tears and said, "Okay! It's so good, it's so vivid!

Er Meng said in disbelief: "Then why did the godfather leave without saying a word?"

Yun'er smiled: "That's because his head was kicked by a donkey! That's why it's like this! hehehehehe"

Er Meng also suddenly realized, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Yes! It is written in my poem! hahahaha"

The two laughed, and Wang Ermeng arranged the two of them in an independent courtyard at the back.

After eating, Er Meng laughed with Yun'er for a while before reluctantly leaving. As soon as he got out of the courtyard, Su Yu asked with some puzzlement: "Yun'er, you obviously know today that Uncle Ancestor doesn't like others to make fun of Ermeng, but you still tease him, and make Uncle Ancestor so angry that he left without saying a word! I want to ask my master and ancestor, but you won't let me ask, what do you mean?"

Yun'er smiled and said, "This uncle of yours and Miao Feiyu and Luo Xingbo are worthy of being brothers in the same sect, and their personalities are really the same! Do you remember the woodcutter we met at the fork in the road?"

Su Yu nodded.

Yun'er continued: "The road he pointed out to us was precisely ambushed in advance, otherwise we wouldn't have encountered Er Meng! I just easily avoided it! Moreover, after we asked for the way, that woodcutter followed us all the time! I can assert that that woodcutter is your uncle Huang Haishan's pretense! Because his face can be faked, but his height cannot be faked! A big man like him is really rare! As soon as he saw me, he said that kind of thing, obviously angry, and wanted to give me a dismount!"

Su Yu was a little skeptical and said, "Yun'er, what you said also makes sense!

Yun'er also shook his head and said: "This shows that he knows everything we did when we entered Jiming Gorge, why this is so, I don't know yet, but according to my estimate, the reason why he left without saying a word just now should be to set a trap to deal with us! In this case, if you ask your master and ancestor, he will not tell you even if he knows! Let's be more careful!"