Tang Lu said that to Mu Sanqian at this time, which was no different from playing the piano to the cow.

Not to mention that Mu Sanqian still needs to run around with the emperor's order, the white python on his body alone is enough for him to drink a pot, knowing that he will definitely not live a hundred years old, he should naturally pick up the important things, where is there any heart to listen to the old man Tang Lu reminiscing about the past.

But helplessly, the old man Tang Lu's one-handed invisible kung fu played too well, no matter how Mu Sanqian said about the natal sword, he would be separated by the old man, not agreeing, and not refusing. Mu Sanqian, who was stunned, was sweating profusely.

In the end, Mu Sanqian was really tired enough, so he had to say goodbye first, and said that he would come back to visit another day.

The old man Tang Lu said with a smile on his face, Okay, it's rare for the old man to be on the right side with you Mu Boy, those old sesame old grains in the past, don't be bored with it.

Mu Sanqian smiled and said How could it be, it would be beneficial to listen to the old things of the predecessors more, and I couldn't ask for it.

Until he walked out of the gate of the Tang family, Mu Sanqian's teeth were still itching, how could this old man Tang Lu be more powerful than his second brother, but he also had to sigh that Jiang was still old and spicy in the end.

"You really have a good grandson, General An. ”

After Mu Sanqian left, Tang Lu squinted his eyes with deep sockets, as if he had returned to the good old days of indulging in wine and singing.

The red clothes did not follow Mu Sanqian into the Tang Mansion, but he also kept guarding outside the mansion, waiting for Mu Sanqian to look a little lonely after coming out, and he also guessed that he was afraid that his young master did not get his wish.

Although he didn't know why the young master was so obsessed with the natal sword, it was obvious that the young master's mood was extremely bad after leaving Tang Mansion.

However, Hongyi didn't have the experience of endangering others, and it was even more difficult to let her say a few words of relief to Mu Sanqian than to let her block the sword for Mu Sanqian.

When he returned to the inn, Ning Yao saw Mu Sanqian's gray face from afar, and he didn't gain anything at first glance. It's right to think about it, this world is unprofitable and can't afford to be early, and it is not a simple matter to let the Tang family cast a blade with a handle, not to mention the more costly natal sword.

Since he knew that Mu Sanqian had returned in vain, Old Man Ning didn't touch the moldy head, closed the door and went out to enjoy the scenery by himself.

Before leaving, Old Man Ning deliberately went to find Cao Shuanglu, thinking that this little guy might be able to change his mood when he arrived in a new place, but who knew that he opened his mouth and asked: Is Brother Xiaomu going?

"Don't talk about going to enjoy the scenery now, it is estimated that he can't even eat with internal injuries. ”

Ning Xiaoyao's old face darkened.

"Brother Xiaomu is injured?"

As soon as Cao Shuanglu heard that it was okay, she took the opportunity to get up and see how Mu Sanqian was.

"This Tang family is too unreasonable, if you don't help, you won't help, how can you still hurt Brother Xiaomu?"

It was originally a joke from Old Man Ning, but Cao Shuanglu took it seriously, such a kind and sincere child, or a natural Chongyangzi, even if he was born in the big sect, it was inevitable that people would be remembered, not to mention that Mu Sanqian himself was in the whirlpool, and he couldn't say that he would be swept into it one day and swallowed without even a bone left.

Those who have talent are easy to be jealous, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me?

Old Man Ning shook his head and left the inn alone, and he didn't tell Cao Shuanglu that it was just a joke of his own.

Cao Shuanglu stumbled to Mu Sanqian's door, and it happened that the door was open, but he still accidentally tripped over something and fell to the ground.

"Why did you come out alone?"

Mu Sanqian, who had just returned to the room, was still thinking about the meaning of Mr. Tanglu's words today, and when he noticed Cao Shuanglu coming in, he had already fallen to the ground.

"It's okay, I'm okay, I'm okay master. ”

Cao Shuanglu was helped up by Mu Sanqian, and laughed twice.

"Mr. Ning said that there is a lantern festival in the city at night, master, can you take me to see it? ”

"Lantern Festival?"

Mu Sanqian led Cao Shuanglu to sit down at the table, poured a cup of tea and poured himself a cup.

Cao Shuanglu held the rough teacup with both hands and didn't drink it, but Mu Sanqian drank several cups in a row.

It's not that Mu Sanqian loves to drink tea, from Wudang to Xishu, and then to this Xiangyang, has there been less tea to drink along the way? But no matter how much tea Mu Sanqian still feels thirsty, it is like a fire burning in his heart, which can't be extinguished, and a few sips of tea will feel better when poured into his stomach.

"Ning Shenxian is really powerful, we just came to Xiangyang and knew that there was a lantern festival two days ago. ”

"But it's just winter, but it's not a festival, where is the lantern festival? ”

"It's good to go and see it, I've always liked to join in the fun. ”

Mu Sanqian said a few words in a row. He soon thought that Cao Shuanglu would call him to see the lantern festival because he wanted to relieve his mood, and his eyes couldn't see the reason even if they were facing the sun.

Cao Shuanglu is kind-hearted, always thinking that others will ignore herself.

Mu Sanqian agreed, but it was not a taste in his heart.

Regardless of whether this natal sword can be refined or not, he still has to run for Li Xian first to finish this encounter, what is the intention behind Li Xian will not be mentioned for the time being, and when he arrives in the East China Sea, he will eventually face a death, if it were not for the monk master and the Taoist master, he Mu Sanqian would have been a dead man a long time ago, it doesn't matter if he is cheap, Cao Shuanglu is still so young, Mu Sanqian can't help but be embarrassed.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken him with me in the first place?

I asked the innkeeper to inquire, there is indeed a lantern festival in Xiangyang City tonight, but this lantern festival has nothing to do with any agricultural festivals, but the local Zuo family and the Gu family are married, these two are local scholars in Xiangyang, and the wealth is naturally inevitable to waste extravagance with great fanfare.

Yang Shan Zhe is a stuffy person who has no sense of joining in the fun, so he stayed at the inn, Mu Guiyun still has an itinerary report to write, and he has no interest in going out to enjoy the lanterns. Naturally, Hongyi didn't need to ask much, he definitely wouldn't leave Mu Sanqian's side for half a step.

After all, it was a lively event, although the temperature plummeted after the sky darkened, the crowd on the street only increased, and when it reached the Hanshui River, it was quite a bit of a crowd of people.

"Although the folk customs of the Central Plains know a lot, they have never experienced such a lively scene on Wudang Mountain. ”

The people who are scattered by the Hanshui River are all in groups, and it can be seen that they are all familiar with each other. Most of the stalls along the river are the people of Xiangyang, and with the festive events of the two major families in the city, the ordinary people can also earn some money to subsidize their families.

"The master is not from the Central Plains?"

Cao Shuanglu was a little surprised, he only knew that Master Xiaomu was a teacher of Wudang, and he was the closed disciple of Zhang Mingjun, the current head of Wudang, and the youngest uncle of Wudang, but he didn't know that Master Xiaomu was not from the Central Plains?

"It's really not, but growing up in Wudang since I was a child, it's no different from the Central Plains. ”

"Oooh. ”

Cao Shuanglu nodded again and again, thinking about it carefully, it is no wonder that Master Xiaomu looks a little different from the Central Plains, and seems to be more beautiful.