Martial Arts: The opening reward is full-level magic

Chapter 183
Su Mo nodded.

The words of the two escort leaders, Zhang and Li, did not exceed his expectations.

Iron-Blooded Dragon Spear was originally a towering tree, and some of the bodyguards attached to it must just want to use this name to make a living.

Now that the big tree Yang Yizhi suddenly collapsed, although it would not be said that the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, but those who wanted to take advantage of it to make a living would naturally worry that there might be problems with their jobs.

This is human nature, and Su Mo had already expected it.

What surprised him was that the two Li in front of him would talk to him about this matter.

After thinking for a while, Su Mo nodded and said:
"I'm afraid the two bodyguards will have to mediate as much as possible about this matter. It's really difficult for Sister Xiaoyun to take care of it now, and I still have to rely on your help.

"It's just that there must be some rules in doing things, not too much, and the main thing is to stabilize the situation.

"After waiting for these few days, sister Xiaoyun will show up again, which can stabilize people's hearts in one fell swoop."

Zhang and Li looked at each other, and nodded at the same time: "Then follow the order of Chief Escort Su."

"I'm sorry you two."

Su Mo nodded, turned and went in.

The remaining two leaders looked at each other, and Li Biaotou said in a low voice:
"what do you think?"

"General Escort Su is able to think of the lesser Escort in everything, and he has not overstepped his authority in handling this matter, taking into account the overall situation in the Escort Bureau, it is indeed extraordinary."

Escort Zhang sighed: "Ziyang Escort Bureau is now becoming more and more famous with the rise of this Escort Chief Su.

"Now that something happened to the head of the bodyguard, the iron-blooded bodyguard might change its surname to Su from now on.

"Looking at it now, this Chief Su's bodyguard really lives up to his reputation. When he came here last time, he already saw that he was extraordinary, but now I am even more sure of it."

"Then we..."

"Just follow orders."

Zhang Biaotou said: "From now on, everything will be decided by the Shao Zong Biaotou."

"Ah."

Escort Li nodded.

After discussing for a while, the two turned around and left.

But he didn't know that Su Mo was in the inner hall, leaning against the wall and listening to their words. At this moment, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly, and walked towards the backyard with every step.

Although Su Mo rarely came to Yang Xiaoyun's room, he didn't know where it was.

Soon Su Mo came to the room. After seeing Su Mo, the maid in front of the door hurried in to report, and then let Su Mo in.

Yang Xiaoyun waved his hand to let the servant girl back down, and after the door was closed, he asked:
"What do Zhang and Li want you to do?"

Su Mo didn't answer in a hurry, and first looked around Yang Xiaoyun's room.

The layout of the boudoir is different from that of ordinary rooms. All the partitions in the interior are opened. There are desks and bookshelves near the windows, and axes and hooks are placed on the other side.

There is a space in the middle, although the space is not too big, but it can also practice some kung fu such as small grasping.

On the side near the bed rail, there are tables, chairs and benches, and a cabinet stands beside it. On the wall next to the cabinet, there are three long guns leaning against each other.

Su Mo could only grin his teeth, thinking that this really deserved to be Yang Xiaoyun's room.

Although he has never been to an ordinary woman's room, he reckons that it is either piano, chess, calligraphy, painting or needlework, and there are a few short story books on the bookshelf, and occasionally he leans on the window and holds a book to lament that a good match is hard to find... It's about the same up.

How can it be like this axe, axe, hook and fork, it's not on the margins.

Shaking his head, he stopped imagining, came to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and then said:
"In the escort agency, people's hearts are floating, and it seems that someone is planning to leave."

"..."

Yang Xiaoyun frowned slightly, but shook his head again: "It's normal."

"However, the main intention of these two escort leaders is to try me."

"Oh?"

Yang Xiaoyun was taken aback: "How to test you?"

"It's mainly to see my attitude towards them..."

Su Mo smiled: "Once the emperor and the courtiers, the old people in the Iron-Blooded Escort who are determined to stay have also followed Uncle Yang for many years. Regarding the situation in the Escort, for you and Uncle Yang, everything is important." is very understanding.

"Now that Uncle Yang is 'death', with the relationship between you and me, the Iron-Blooded Escort Bureau is like glue to the Ziyang Escort Bureau.

"At that time, even though Iron Blood Escort is still surnamed Yang, but you followed my surname Su...

"So my attitude, obviously, is crucial.

"They also have their own views and ideas on this, if I'm not kind enough to them, or if I don't plan to use them, they can find another way out.

"My response just now was passable, but now they plan to follow the order of the chief escort."

Yang Xiaoyun sighed after hearing the words: "It's hard for them too. The bodyguard bureau has been in business for half their life, and suddenly there is such a change, it is inevitable that people's hearts will fluctuate."

"So, the current situation is nothing more than stabilizing people's hearts.

"You can't come forward about this matter, you should be in a trance right now, but you have always been strong, and you have to cheer up for two or three days.

"At that time, this matter will almost be settled. It is only logical for you to come forward to clean up people's hearts and regroup. After that, you will wait for the body of 'Uncle Yang' to return."

Su Mo said this in one breath, poured two cups of tea and handed Yang Xiaoyun a cup:
"In this scene, the most difficult part to sing has basically been sung."

In the next few days, just as Su Mo said, the hearts of the people floating in the Jagged Escort gradually stabilized under the cooperation of Zhang Li and the other head of the bodyguard.

After three days of "pain of bereavement", Yang Xiaoyun also regrouped. He called together all the bodyguards from top to bottom in the bodyguard bureau, and held a meeting in the martial arts arena.

The main thing is to calm people's hearts and stabilize the overall situation.

So far, it can be considered that the possible changes in the iron-blooded bodyguard bureau have been completely stabilized.

Among them, there are also a few scattered people who want to leave the Jagged Escort and find another job.

Yang Xiaoyun went over to talk to Xiang in person, but these people had already made up their minds to go, so they had no choice but to let them go.

However, there are not many such people, and it is a good thing to leave.

For the rest of the day, both the Iron Blood Escort and the Ziyang Escort stopped their business, waiting for Wu Daoyou to come back with Yang Yizhi's 'corpse'.

During this process, Su Mo wrote two letters.

One was for Wei Ziyi, while the other was sent to Ziyangmen.

There is no need to mention Wei Ziyi's letter, mainly because the letter about Ziyangmen is more important.

Su Mo wanted to visit Ziyangmen, but after all, he couldn't come out of nowhere.

The connection between Ziyang Escort Bureau and Ziyangmen has been broken for many years, and Su Mo needs to find a suitable reason to visit Ziyangmen again.

Going to Dongcheng to guard the darts and drop by to visit, in fact, that is to say, if this is really the case, it seems not serious enough.

Send a letter in advance to clarify your intentions, as long as the reply letter from Ziyangmen arrives, you can officially set off.

At this point, the things that should be done have basically been done.

After waiting for a few more days, Wu Daoyou finally returned to Luoxia City.

It's just that what Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun didn't expect was that there was an uninvited guest who came with them this time...

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On this day, the Jagged Escort set up a mourning hall and hung funeral banners.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun knelt in front of the mourning hall, dressed in hemp and mourning.

In the entire Luoxia City, prominent figures, or companies that had cooperated with the Iron Blood Escort Bureau, all came to express their condolences.

Say "sorrow and change", and sigh "jianghu is impermanent".

Afterwards, Su Mo came forward to host, invited the visitors to eat eggs, and hosted a banquet.

These trivial matters have really been tossing for a long time.

Yang Xiaoyun knew that it was not Yang Yizhi lying in the coffin, but he was really depressed because of the atmosphere.

He only raised his head occasionally to look at the young man in white who was acting as a spectator outside the mourning hall, and his expression was still a little weird.

This person is the little Situ from the Xuanhu Pavilion.

But for some reason, this trip also came to Luoxia City.

Because of Yang Yizhi's previous descriptions of the Xuanhu Pavilion, whether it is Su Mo or Yang Xiaoyun, they are somewhat curious and looking forward to this Xuanhu Pavilion.

It's just... Little Situ gives the impression that he has never seen the world at all.

The family is well-clothed and well-fed, and life is so good, after suddenly leaving the rivers and lakes, I feel curious about everything.

For a while, he was sitting on something that he didn't know whether it was a soft sedan chair or a chair, and looked curiously at the people who came to mourn around him.

Holding an egg in his hand, the egg shell has long been left.

Knowing that it is not good to throw it casually, I simply buckle it in my palm, and I don't feel it is cumbersome.

Those who mourned did not know who this person was, but they did not seek to understand.

After expressing condolences, everyone who had to leave also left, only the eminent monk Wu Daoyou invited from the Jinfa Temple outside the city was still chanting sutras in this mourning hall.

As a daughter, Yang Xiaoyun naturally couldn't leave, so she stayed by her side.

As for that little Situ, after watching the excitement, he held a basin with big meat buns in it.

Holding a basin and eating steamed buns, Su Mo sent him to the wing to rest.

The four girls next to little Situ were still cool and cold. Although they were carrying the sedan chair for little Situ, they seemed to be in charge of him.

It's hard to say what the relationship between the two is.

Starting from this day, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun didn't take much rest for several days.

He stayed by the coffin day and night, and after fasting for seven days, he had to order a coffin for burial, and the real burial was safe.

But this night, Su Mo 'finally persuaded' Yang Xiaoyun to go back and rest.

In the mourning hall, only the eminent monk from Jinfa Temple was still chanting scriptures.

Suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew from nowhere, sweeping across the mourning hall and the white candles buzzing.

Older monks, of course, are used to it, and continued to recite scriptures with their eyes half-closed.

Some younger people behind him were unavoidably suspicious and subconsciously looked around.

The old monk didn't need to look back, he knew what the problem was when he heard the scriptures behind him intermittently, and immediately called out the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha!"

Just as he was about to suppress the floating of his heart, he only felt that the cloudy wind became more intense.

The mourning flags swayed with the wind, and the candles were extinguished suddenly after being subjected to the extreme, leaving only a few wisps of smoke, which also dissipated with the wind.

At this moment, even the old monk couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes.

A rumbling sound was heard.

Several young monks subconsciously stood up:

"Master... Master?"

As they spoke, they couldn't help but get together.

The old monk stood up, copied the beads, and looked around:
"Chanting! Save all ghosts and evil spirits!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, a group of monks got together, and the scriptures in their mouths became louder and louder.

However, the rumbling sound was heard even more endlessly. After the eyes of the monks adjusted to the darkness, they realized that the source of the sound was nothing else...it was the coffin!
The coffin was placed in the middle of the mourning hall, and there was no support, but it suddenly shook on the spot. The coffin lid was not fastened, and at this time it made a crackling sound.

"Ashes to ashes to ashes, now that you have gone west, why bother to stay in the world?"

The old monk shouted angrily: "My Buddha is merciful!!"

While speaking, holding the prayer beads in both hands, he was about to press on the coffin.

But suddenly saw the coffin lid pop up suddenly, rolling in mid-air one after another, the buzzing sound was endless.

Immediately after, a figure suddenly sat up in the coffin, his whole body covered with decay, but at this moment he opened his eyes and looked at the monks coldly and mercilessly.

The old monk paused and nodded repeatedly: "It's okay to stay for a few more days..."

Turning around, looking at the many disciples behind him, he shouted calmly:

"It's a scam, run away!!!"

With an order, he took the lead in charging, regardless of his age, the rabbits are all his grandsons when they run.

Only then did a group of young monks come to their senses, and hurriedly followed behind, and ran away without a trace in a short while.

The one sitting in the coffin let out a sigh of relief after they ran away.

Gently wiped his face, but the 'erosion' on his face was not affected at all.

"Condolences are condolences, and I still have fasting... I have to do fasting for seven days. Seven days are fine. Why are these monks still so conscientious?
"As a result, I am a dignified elder of Ziyangmen, and I have to learn the style of Yinshan, so that I pretend to be a ghost."

After babbling a few words in his mouth, he came out of the coffin while turning over, and stretched his muscles fiercely:
"It's almost time for the appointment, this meeting should come, right?"

While talking, I saw figures fluttering, and four girls were carrying a soft sedan chair, and they had already crossed the wall and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Duan."

Little Situ spoke softly.

"Stop shouting, the situation is urgent, do things quickly."

Duan Song spoke hastily.

Little Situ nodded and waved to his side. A girl stepped forward and took something from behind.

After a few shakes, the thing suddenly filled up, and it was exactly the same as Duan Song in front of him.

After putting this thing in the coffin, Duan Song put the coffin back on.

"Okay, Ruyi's fake body, you're done, it's worthy of Xuanhuting's method."

Duan Song clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"...Senior, on the way from Haoran Academy to this point, you obviously have many opportunities to embellish others, why did you have to get this place, so that you can confuse the real with the fake?"

Little Situ was a little confused.

Duan Song chuckled: "Don't ask random questions. Of course there is curiosity when you first come out of the rivers and lakes, but asking too much will not do you any good. Your elders in Xuanhuting should have told you about this."

"Well... the younger generation took the liberty."

Little Situ nodded when he heard the words, and then took out a bun from his arms and asked, "Do you want to eat, senior? Of course, the seven-day Duan Chen Yuan can make you fake death for seven days, and the body's need for food and water is also reduced. To the extreme.

"But...you will still be hungry after all."

"...Hmph, my internal strength is profound, so it's nothing to go without sleep or food for a period of time."

Duan Song waved his hand: "Hurry up and go back, don't make Yang Xiaoyun and Su unfamiliar, these two children look extraordinary, if they become suspicious, it will make Yang Mutou's plan come to naught."

"Yes."

Little Situ nodded obediently, and said to the four girls beside him, "Please trouble the four sisters."

The four girls didn't speak, they turned around and left the courtyard with a touch of their toes.

Duan Song looked around and jumped onto the beam.

I found a comfortable position and waited for a while, but subconsciously rubbed my stomach: "Senior's demeanor... lies in the word forbearance.

"Old Su could bear it back then, that's why he was so good at attracting bees and butterflies. Unfortunately, I haven't learned a little bit in my life. No, I'm really hungry. How about some tribute?"

While struggling, I heard footsteps approaching in a hurry.

A group of monks gathered a lot of people, lit the candles in the mourning hall, and opened the coffin to check.

It turned out that 'Yang Yizhi' was still lying in the coffin in good condition, showing no signs of cheating.

The monks looked at each other in blank dismay, from the old monk down, none of them knew what was going on.

The faces of the two escort leaders, Zhang and Li, were ashen. They felt that it was a bit hateful for these monks to disturb the chief escort's "An Mian" for no reason.

Fortunately, although Yang Xiaoyun looked ugly, he didn't blame him. He just let the monks continue to save in this mourning hall, while he and Su Mo led him out of the mourning hall.

A group of monks nervously resumed chanting scriptures.

Seeing this, Duan Song heaved a sigh of relief, carefully turned over from the beam and left, and after leaving the mourning hall, his toes blended into the night.

But he didn't know that just as he left, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, who had already left, had already appeared on the roof.

"Wu Daoyou...it seems that he didn't tell him about us."

Yang Xiaoyun's expression was a bit weird. If he had said so, it shouldn't have taken so much trouble during this pine.

Su Mo raised his eyebrows:

"I actually think that Wu Daoyou may not know who is lying in this coffin....

"Duan Song took so much trouble to get to Luoxia City, maybe there is another purpose."

"Where is he going this night? It's not Wu Daoyou, this direction..."

"Ziyang Bodyguard Bureau!"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows: "Let's go!"

He pulled Yang Xiaoyun, and quietly followed the pine.

However, Duan Song knows the layout of Luoxia City inside the palm of his hand, and his destination is indeed Ziyang Escort Bureau.

After a few ups and downs, he has arrived at the place.

Standing on the roof, it seemed that he was quite emotional, and then he came to a door of a room with ease.

He casually took out a silver needle from his bosom, poked it into the lock twice, and heard a click, and the lock was opened by him.

This familiar gesture reminded Su Mo of Xu Lu...

It's just that the door of the room that was loosely opened during this period left Su Mo speechless for a while.

This... is Su Tianyang's room.

(End of this chapter)