Chapter 82: In the Rain

Hearing that a sedan chair had been prepared outside Yuxuan, the woman with a noble temperament looked at Wang Yuyan, who had changed into a purple and red intercolored dress, and said, "Are you going to see Mo Dumping?" Her words have always been very direct.

Wang Yuyan plugged the pearl hairpin into her head, glanced up, and asked with a smile: "Let's go see him together?"

The woman was silent for a moment, shook her head, and said, "I'm not fit to see him, you can go by yourself." ”

Wang Yuyan shook her head helplessly, and sighed softly: "You have to see him sooner or later." ”

She left, she knew her well, and once she made a decision, it was impossible for anyone to tamper with it. In the heavy rain outside the house, Wang Yuyan rode a red umbrella, walked lightly, and walked towards Wenyi Longyuan.

At the same time, Qingyunzhuang.

There are horses in front of Qingyunzhuang, fast horses, and BMW that runs very fast.

Murong Fu had already got on the horse, wearing a yellow shirt and a long sword, and the person had already disappeared into the rain curtain and disappeared in the eyes of everyone in Qingyunzhuang.

Ah Zhu, who was wearing a red dress and dragging the ground, asked, "Where did Childe go?"

Deng Baichuan on one side sighed and said, "I hope he doesn't go to Wenyi Longyuan." ”

Azhu asked, "What if so?"

Ah Bi was already a little nervous, she clenched her hands into fists, her eyebrows were frowned, and her soft eyes showed an extremely worried look, Ah Zhu glanced at Ah Bi, sighed softly, didn't say anything, and turned back to Qingyunzhuang.

Deng Baichuan glanced at Ah Bi, gently patted Ah Bi's shoulder, and turned around to leave.

The man had turned around, but hesitated for a moment, and sighed, "Childe is a sane person. ”

Reasonable, is Murong Fu still rational at this moment?

Wenyi Longyuan is not far from Qingyunzhuang, also in the suburbs of Suzhou City, but Wenyi Longyuan is more secluded than Qingyunzhuang.

Houses are becoming scarcer, trees and grass are becoming more visible and luxuriant, places are becoming more and more secluded, and sounds are becoming quieter.

Murong Fu's ears only had the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, the rain falling from the sky, and the thunder that sounded from time to time, and there was no other sound in his heart.

The country is the world!

If our country has no home, if there is no world, how can we come to the country?

Fuxing Dayan, he has always only had these four words in his mind, and he has always only had these four words, he has given up a lot of things for these four words, he has never regretted it, and it will be like this now and in the future, but he wants to do one thing, do something that he wants to do very much but has always been restrained by reason.

He's going to Wenyi Longyuan.

He wants to see the ink pouring pool.

He didn't want to see Mo Dumping, but today he had to, not because of himself, but because of a person, a woman who was once infatuated with him, but now with calm and reason, only family affection remains.

Swing your sword and slash the love thread.

"Am I in love with her?" Murong Fu kept asking himself, but there was no answer, but he went to Wenyi Longyuan without complaint or regret.

"The ancestors of the Murong family are on top, please forgive Fu'er's willfulness, this is the first and only time. Murong Fu sighed lightly in his heart, the horsewhip waved, the horse was as fast as the wind, and the rain hit his face.

There is water on the face.

I don't know if it's rain, or tears, it's just falling.

Wenyi Longyuan, the high-gate compound, is heavily guarded.

Murong Fu dismounted with his sword, walked to the front of the mansion, and said, "Under Murong Fu, I want to see Mo Gongzi of Mo Dump Pond." ”

Murong Fu? Murong Fu at this moment is by no means like Murong Fu, riding all the way, without carrying an umbrella or a hat, wet all over his body, without the slightest style of Southern Murong, but the four guards knew that the person in front of him was Murong Fu.

They had visited Qingyunzhuang and had seen Murong Fu, so they were sure that the young man in front of them was Murong Fu.

The four of them didn't move, holding the hilt of the knife, looking at Murong Fu, and said coldly: "Reason." "Simple and straightforward.

Murong Fu was stunned in his heart, did not hesitate, and said, "On the sword." ”

It's cold and murderous.

The four of them trembled in their hearts, their faces were calm, and they asked, "Just about swords?"

Murong Fu didn't speak, there was no need for him to answer again, the killing intent on his body was already thick, as thick as wine, as thick as the rolling ink clouds pressed down from the sky, at this time, anyone could see that Murong Fu was not joking, and the four guards could also see it.

"Wait a minute. One of them took a step forward, bowed his hand, and then stepped back, pushed open the door, and went to pay his respects.

"Someone at the door called himself Murong Fu and wanted to argue with Gongzi. "The guards found the ink pouring pool and reported it.

Mo Tingchi held an umbrella, stood in front of Bibo Lake, held the wine jar, glanced deeply at the rockery in the distance, did not speak, just turned around and walked in the direction of the gate of Wenyi Longyuan.

The door was wide open, and Murong Fu and Mo poured their eyes at each other.

Mo Dumping Chi walked towards Murong Fu, and before he came to him, he asked, "You come to discuss the sword?"

Murong Fu nodded and said, "I'll talk about the sword." ”

Mo Tingchi closed the umbrella and handed it to the guard beside him, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of playfulness, and said, "How do you want to talk about swords?"

Murong Fu pulled out his sword, the cold light of the sword overflowed, and the sword aura permeated, enveloping the surroundings, he said calmly: "You and I each have a sword, and one sword will determine the victory." ”

Mo Dumping Chi smiled elegantly, didn't make a move, and asked, "Why do I want to argue with you about swords?"

Before the words fell, Murong Fu had already drawn his sword.

The sword light flew, the sword was fast and ruthless, and in an instant, people and swords appeared in front of Mo Dump Chi.

In an instant, thirteen swords were swung!

Mo Tingchi looked calm and took a step back.

Limbo microstep.

The umbrella in his hand is a sword, blocking a hit.

The person is behind the side, flying back.

No loss.

Mo Tingchi smiled calmly, looked at Murong Fu, whose complexion had changed drastically, and said, "You have already drawn your sword, but you can't even touch the corner of my clothes." ”

Murong Fu ignored Mo Dump Chi's taunt, stared at Ink Tilt Chi coldly, and said, "That's Ling Bo Weibu." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled: "Do you think there are other footwork?"

Murong Fu held the sword, the sword was already trembling, and the person was already trembling. In an instant, both the man and the sword stopped trembling, his eyes became calm and clear, he looked at the ink pool, and said very rationally and calmly: "Very good, I already understand." ”

Mo Tingchi looked at Murong Fu, who was deliberately suppressing his sadness at the moment, and asked, "What do you understand?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "I understand that I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have argued with you. ”

Mo Dumping Pond asked, "Why?"

Murong replied: "Because I can't find a reason to argue with you." ”

People are far away, walk out of Wenyi Longyuan, and get on the horse.

The horse fell into the rain and disappeared into the Wenyi Longyuan.

Mo Dumping Chi sighed softly and said, "I have to admit that Murong Fu today is very personable, very affectionate and righteous. ”

"It's just a pity that the country is more important than good-looking, and he will still be my cousin after today, but I am no longer a cousin in his heart. A man and an umbrella appeared behind Mo Tingchi, and when this person appeared, the world seemed to brighten up for a moment.

The four guards bowed their heads, not daring to look at the woman.

It wasn't that they didn't want to look, but that the woman had an inexplicable relationship with their gods.

Mo Tingchi turned his head, looked at the beautiful and wise woman in front of him with a smile, and asked jokingly, "You know that I had a chance to kill him just now." ”

The woman nodded and sighed: "I know, although his swordsmanship was sharp just now, there was anger in the sword, so there were flaws hidden in the sword, these flaws were nothing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of you, a peerless swordsman who has mastered the art of swordsmanship, it is indeed fatal." ”

Mo Dumping Chi didn't deny it, and asked curiously: "But you didn't mean to make a move just now." ”

The woman nodded with her umbrella and said, "I really don't mean to make a move." ”

Mo Tingchi took the woman's umbrella, and the two walked towards Wen Yi Longyuan.

The two of them were in the same step, and they both looked calm.

Mo Tingchi asked, "Why, do you believe that I won't make a move?"

The woman corrected: "I believe you know what a big profit is and what a small profit is. ”

"Oh?"

"And if you don't understand, you're dead just now. ”

"Oh?"

"You didn't make a move just now, but when your sword stabs him, you will die at my hands in the next moment, do you believe it?" the woman smiled all over her face.

Looking at the smiling face in front of him, Mo Tingchi smiled, he was very natural, not angry, very calm, and said: "Of course I believe that although you rarely show your martial arts, you can see that your martial arts attainments are far superior to most of the so-called masters on the rivers and lakes at a glance. ”

The woman calmly followed Mo Tingchi's steps, and said softly: "If I can, I hope that I will never show my martial arts." ”

Mo Dumping Pond asked, "Why?"

The woman sighed softly, "Because my shot is destined to have blood coming out, and I don't want to see blood." ”

"I don't want to see blood, but there are some things that you and I can't control, we may not even be able to control ourselves, how can we control our own accidents?" Mo Dump put away his umbrella and said lightly.

Tulip corridor.

The hallway is clean, elegant and beautifully presented.

The two walked in the corridor, one with light steps and almost silent, and the other with heavy steps, like a boulder falling to the ground, and the two were silent.

The silence remained for a long time, and finally someone spoke, and the person who spoke was Mo Dumping.

Mo Tingchi glanced at the wise woman beside him and said softly, "You can prepare a plan for her." ”

The woman didn't speak, she kept half a footstep away from Mo Tingchi, like a pool of autumn water, curiously and innocently looking at the beautiful surroundings, flowers, trees, and strange buildings.

After a while, the woman withdrew her gaze, glanced at the man beside her, and then lowered her head, bowed her head and muttered to herself a word that only she could hear: Maybe I can't forget this day.

The woman walked to the side of the hallway, stretched out her hand to catch the rain, and smiled innocently on her face.

With the same steps, Mo Dumping Chi glanced back at the woman who was gradually distancing himself, he had never seen such an innocent side of this woman, in his memory this woman was always mature, wise, and rational.

The heart skipped a beat, and it skipped a beat.