That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 872

Murong Xuan and Fu Zhongtian left the small lake and continued on their way. Not far away, there was a water pavilion in the lake. At this time, the faint sound of gongs, drums and babbling singing could be heard in the water pavilion.

It is not uncommon for a wealthy family, especially a high-ranking family, to have a theatrical troupe at home. What's more, not only the troupe, but also singing and dancing girls. Not to mention others, just the Murong family where Murong Xuan lives. When Murong Yuan was still alive, he had supported as many as 300 musicians, among them there were many so-called famous masters, every time he played music, the array was brilliant, no worse than the royal Tianjia.

Although this matter cost a lot, it was a customary move of the aristocratic family to show their background and arty, so Fu Zhongtian didn't take it to heart, and just regarded it as Li Qingyu's troupe at home.

Murong Xuan stopped again not far from the waterside pavilion and said: "The Jiangbei matter is too much to ask, but the Jiangnan matter needs your help."

Fu Zhongtian nodded in agreement.

At this time, the two of them were only seven or eight feet away from the water pavilion, and the sound of gongs, drums and singing could be heard clearly. Murong Xuan pointed to the water pavilion, and said with a smile: "We can't finish discussing business matters, so we won't discuss them today. Let’s talk about it tomorrow, let’s listen to the music first.”

Fu Zhongtian listened intently for a moment according to the words, and said in a little surprise: "This is the aria of Youyuan Jingmeng, but it is not like the original Kunshan accent, it has a different charm and is unique."

Murong Xuan smiled and said: "Good ears, this is the new Kunqu tune that Murong Xuanyin has spent several years improving. Because it is a water-milled work, it is also called a water-milling tune. This troupe was trained by Murong Xuanyin himself. Only this theater troupe can sing, if you change it to other places, no matter whether you are the emperor of Daqi or the head teacher of Taoism, you will not have this kind of blessing."

Fu Zhongtian praised: "I have heard for a long time that Xuanyin Cult Master prefers opera, and today I can see it, and it really lives up to its reputation. After several years of hard work, it has wiped away all the smoke and fire. It's amazing, it's really amazing."

Fu Zhongtian closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while, then opened his eyes, and he could vaguely see the Tsing Yi in the water pavilion shaking his sleeves lightly, growing lotuses in small steps, and his singing was all in good shape, so he couldn't help asking: "Who is the Tsing Yi on the stage?"

Murong Xuan smiled but didn't answer, stretched out her hand to ask: "You can see it when you enter."

Fu Zhongtian was slightly taken aback, and he had some guesses in his heart. After Murong Xuan walked into the water pavilion, his heart suddenly became clear.

Sure enough.

I saw Tsing Yi, who was surrounded by the gong and drum troupe in the middle, sang a section, half covered his face with his water sleeves, his eyes were rolling, and his eyebrows were full of emotion.It's not Meijiao'e, but Nanerlang.

Men are more charming than women.

Fu Zhongtian saluted and said, "I have seen the Xuanyin leader."

The Tsing Yi on the cloud platform is Murong Xuanyin, looking at all the monks in the world, there is only Murong Xuanyin who pretends to be an actor with the respect of a dignified leader and personally steps on stage.

Murong Xuanyin waved his sleeves, waited until the gong and drum troupe had exited the pavilion, then smiled and said: "Cousin, I haven't seen you for a while."

Murong Xuan smiled and hummed.

Murong Xuanyin came from Wanyan Beiyue. Although Wanyan Beiyue took back his mother's surname, his biological father Murong Yan and Murong Xuan's biological father Murong Yuan were half-brothers, so Murong Xuanyin called Murong Xuan cousin.

Then Murong Xuanyin looked at Fu Zhongtian again, and asked with a smile: "Fu Dudu, I heard that you were kicked out of the imperial capital by Xu Xiaozi?"

The smile on Fu Zhongtian's face froze slightly, but he was not annoyed. He nodded and admitted: "If you lose to Zhu Xian in Xu Beiyou's hands, you can only withdraw from the imperial capital."

Murong Xuanyin said with a smile: "No shame, when I invited Gongsun Zhongmou to Qingming Palace as a guest, Gongsun Zhongmou at that time was also in the realm of the Seventeenth Floor of the Earth Immortal. In the final duel, there was no winner, and in all fairness, the Seventeenth Floor Sword Cultivator holding Zhu Xian must not be treated with common sense, and Fu Dudu's defeat was expected and reasonable."

Fu Zhongtian remained silent.

Murong Xuan Shi Shiran took her seat and asked: "The sword fairy on the seventeenth floor is already so powerful and difficult to control, what about the sword fairy on the eighteenth floor?"

Murong Xuanyin was slightly taken aback, and asked back, "The Sword Immortal of the Eighteenth Floor? Or the Sword Immortal of the Eighteenth Floor holding Zhu Xian?"

Murong Xuan put a little emphasis on her tone, "Holding the Eighteenth Floor Sword Immortal of Zhu Xian."

Murong Xuanyin laughed dumbly and said: "That is the rebirth of Shangguan Xianchen."

Murong Xuan stopped talking.

Murong Xuanyin said to himself: "Cousin sister let me travel thousands of miles to Jiangnan this time, I'm afraid it's not as simple as reminiscing about the old days."

Murong Xuan poured herself a glass of wine and said with a smile, "It's natural. You know the current situation. According to the Daqi court, the San Francisco rebellion, or the rebellion of the Three Kings, in which King Mu is in the northeast, the grassland The king is in the northwest, and the king of Wei is in the south of the Yangtze River. Among the three places, Jiangnan is the most important, and Jiangnan is the capital of Jiangnan."

Murong Xuanyin took off her costume, sat across from Murong Xuan, and said unhurriedly: "Jiangdu is a good place. The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties was a prosperous place, where traffickers and soldiers are full of smoke and water. Backed by Xiangzhou, governing Jiangzhou, and the great danger of the river, if we can win Jiangdu, it is equivalent to winning half of Jiangnan."

Murong Xuan picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "In the 21st year of Taiping, you wanted to take advantage of the death of Gongsun Zhongmou to take over Jiangdu, but in the end you were hit by Zhang Xueyao's Zhu Xian sword. At that time, you were invited by Xu Beiyou to come to Jiangdu again to help him expel the Jiangnan Daomen. It is now the 22rd year of Taiping, Xu Beiyou and Zhu Xian are not in the city, don’t you want to get rid of the shame?"

"A shame?" Murong Xuanyin smiled, "Cousin, don't avoid the important ones, I'm afraid it's a minor matter for me to avenge my shame, and the big plan between you and the King of Wei is the most important thing. Concubine Wanyan Yu sent me a message saying that it is okay. The members of the Sword Sect headed by Zhang Xueyao killed all the dark hands you left in Jiangdu City overnight."

Murong Xuan still groaned with a smile, "I can't hide anything from you, so I might as well make it clear that the reason why I want you to come here is to ask you to go to Jiangdu again to help me and King Wei."

Murong Xuanyin pondered for a while, and was not in a hurry to give an answer.

Murong Xuan did not urge her, and after she drank the wine in the glass, she continued: "In addition, Fu Zhongtian and Chen Ye will also support you, so you can rest assured."

Fu Zhongtian, who was sitting not far from Murong Xuan's side, said in a deep voice, "Fu must do his best, please rest assured, Master Xuanyin."

Murong Xuanyin stretched out his right index finger, and tapped lightly on the tabletop, durably.

Fu Zhongtian wanted to say something more, but Murong Xuan gently raised her hand to signal him not to say more.

The waterside pavilion fell into silence, only the sound of Murong Xuanyin's finger tapping and the occasional sound of pouring wine.

After an unknown amount of time, Murong Xuanyin's finger-knocking sound stopped abruptly, and he said in a calm manner, "I want to ask my cousin again, what if Xu Beiyou returns to Jiangdu?"

Murong Xuan put down the wine glass in her hand, and said in a deep voice: "Of course the Taoists will do everything they can to keep Xu Beiyou from stepping into Jiangdu City, you can do whatever you want."

Murong Xuanyin stared at Murong Xuan for a long time, and slowly said a good word.

(End of this chapter)