Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 157
late spring.

By the lakeside of Weishan Lake, the buildings form clouds and are built along the coast.

"Brother, the money daddy gave is only enough to stay in the hotel, you can't drink wine!"

A girl with a graceful figure, a pretty face, and watery eyes that seemed to be able to talk joked towards the young man with sword eyebrows and thin lips.

The young man chuckled, "Junior Sister, don't lie to Senior Brother, don't you still have a dozen taels of silver? We won't be staying for a long time, so there must be some left over!"

"Hmph! The silver is with me, you can never get it from me."

"Sigh... Martial sister, you should be accommodating. I was punished by my master to go to the cliff and face the wall to contemplate. I haven't tasted wine for several months..."

"Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures!"

The girl smiled coquettishly, and ran happily towards the "Fulin Inn" holding the money bag.

"Don't, your senior brother loves you so much, just give it to your senior brother."

"No, no!"

"Ugh……"

The young man made a distressed expression, and hurried to catch up, saying flattering words in his mouth, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised inadvertently, obviously enjoying it.

A man and a woman approached the inn squabbling.

The girl was having fun, running around with her back on her back, she didn't notice that a frail and beautiful boy just walked out of the "Fulin Inn".

Seeing that he was about to hit him, the young man withdrew his smile, narrowed his eyes, and shouted, "Junior Sister, be careful!"

"Ah...ah!"

The girl was puzzled at first, then bumped into someone suddenly, her body was out of balance and panicked, her face paled in fright, and she tightly closed her eyes.

"Girl... Miss, are you... all right..."

It was very soft, but a slightly stuttering voice sounded.

The girl's beautiful eyes slowly opened, first she saw a reddened handsome face, and then she realized that she was pressing on him, her little face turned red quickly, her heart beating like a drum.

Seeing that the girl who was pressing him did not move for a long time, the beautiful boy asked weakly, "Girl...girl... but where is the injury?"

Only then did the girl come to her senses, she stood up hastily, lowered her head, hid her hair and blushed, "It's okay, it's okay."

The young man stepped forward at this time, with a concerned look on his face, "Junior Sister, how are you?"

The girl stuck out her tongue, feeling a little embarrassed, "I just pinned down on this young man, I didn't fall."

The young man nodded, coughed twice, and bowed his hands solemnly to the beautiful boy standing on the stairs:
"I'm sending Linghu Chong to Mount Hua, and she's my junior sister Yue Lingshan, who offended me just now, what's wrong with you, Young Master?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." He hurriedly replied twice, the beautiful boy's eyes shifted from Yue Lingshan to Linghu Chong who exuded a free and unrestrained temperament in front of him, and gradually calmed down from the warm and fragrant nephrite just now.

"In the Fuwei Escort, Lin Pingzhi met two young heroes."

Linghu Chong thought for a while, but remembered that the young man in front of him was the young owner of the Fuwei Escort, his eyes lit up, and he felt that tonight's wine was all over.

"Why is there a dog blocking the door, get out of here!"

A dozen or so Qingcheng sect disciples in blue Taoist robes appeared on the long street outside "Fulin Inn", and one of them walked out and shouted sharply.

Linghu Chong felt unhappy, his fingers holding the sword turned slightly white, but Yue Lingshan held down his wrist.

Hearing that something was wrong outside, two middle-aged men dressed neatly and dressed as bodyguards walked out of the inn quickly.

"Young Escort, what's the matter? But the Chief Escort is here?"

Lin Pingzhi shook his head, "My father hasn't come yet, but he met a disciple of the Qingcheng School."

"Qingcheng faction?"

The faces of the two bodyguards changed slightly. Seeing an old Taoist surrounded by Qingcheng disciples, their eyes darkened a little. They pulled Lin Pingzhi behind them, cupped their hands and said with a sneer:
"Fuwei Escort, Shi Jin (Zheng Qian) has met head Yu."

After Biaotou Shi gave Zheng Biaotou a look, he lost his smile.

"It's the first time for our young escort to go out for a long time, so he was rude just now, please forgive me, head Yu, how about this, the room fee of your faction will be paid by my young master, what do you think?"

Yu Canghai glanced at him, his eyes were full of disdain, he didn't intend to reply at all, obviously he looked down on Fuwei Escort.

A Qingcheng disciple's eyes flickered, and he said strangely:
"It turned out to be the young escort from the "Fuwei Escort Bureau" face to face, disrespectful and disrespectful, but why does this young escort look so greasy, the girl is chirping, I'm afraid he is not a rabbit master."

Lin Pingzhi's cheeks were flushed with anger, and when he was about to speak out, he was stopped by Escort Zheng who was beside him, and he comforted him in a low voice, "Young Escort, we are not opponents, we will talk about it when the Chief Escort arrives."

Lin Pingzhi clenched his fists, feeling extremely aggrieved, but did not speak.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi swallowing his anger, all the Qingcheng disciples looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Yo, the head of the "Fuwei Escort Bureau" is not only a rabbit master, but also a mute."

"With the title of a young escort, I don't know if the price has to be doubled."

"Sigh... Junior brother's words are wrong, he is the young head of the "Fuwei Escort Agency", how could he be short of money, maybe he has this hobby."

……

Sentences of obscene words were passed to Lin Pingzhi from the mouths of those Qingcheng sect disciples, and the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen felt his chest was heavy, his nails pierced into the flesh and blood dripped.

Linghu Chong was listening, couldn't hold back, and said in a deep voice, "Hey, you guys are deceiving people too much!"

"Boy, you have to mind your own business... Yo... That little girl behind you looks really good, come here and let the Taoist master see it!"

Yue Lingshan turned pale, and quickly lowered her head to hide behind Linghu Chong.

choke-

Draw the sword and chant the dragon.

Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi drew their swords almost at the same time, they both glared at the Qingcheng sect disciples.

"I'm getting angry now, Master Dao, I'm not happy yet."

"The pervert will die!"

Without any hesitation, Linghu Chong struck the Qingcheng sect disciple's throat with a sword "Youfeng Laiyi".

Lin Pingzhi's refined iron long sword followed one after another.

A group of Qingcheng sect disciples smiled disdainfully, and said to the four young men who were standing with their chests folded:

"Four brothers, it's up to you, teach these two boys how to use swords."

The four people known as the "Four Talents of Qingcheng" responded with smiles, and drew their swords to meet them, but within ten strokes they were about to cut off Lin Pingzhi's arm. Fortunately, although Linghu Chong's internal strength was weaker, his sword moves were extremely proficient. Lin Pingzhi was rescued with the memorization of "Looking at the Sword with a Light".

The two heads of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, together with five or six bodyguards in the inn had no choice but to join the battle, the other disciples of the Qingcheng School sneered, drew their swords together, and went up to meet them.

At this moment
"Ugh-"

A strange long cry came from far, far away, but no one paid attention to it.

The street outside the inn has become a mess.

In the inn, those who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement clap their hands and applaud from time to time, or if someone who is not good at martial arts is beaten to the ground, he will let out a sigh, making the fight in the field more intense.

Linghu Chong was besieged by several people, and there were inevitably loopholes in his moves. A long sword was about to stab him in the back of the head if he didn't check.

Seeing that Linghu Chong was about to die on the spot, Yue Lingshan cried out, "Senior brother!" She swung her opponent's long sword and went to rescue Linghu Chong.

Lin Pingzhi was the closest, without much hesitation, he pushed Linghu Chong away.

The sword's edge was directly in the eyes, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but turned pale with fright, closed his eyes, and swung his sword indiscriminately to block.

Clang——

A stone pierced the sky silently and hit the tip of the sword. Before turning into ashes, it broke the tip of the sword and let the long sword fall out of his hand.

"Which one doesn't know how to live or die? How dare you become an enemy of our Qingcheng faction!"

Yu Renyan, who thought he was going to pick Lin Pingzhi's pair of moves with his sword, roared angrily, looked around, and saw a young man with long hair hanging down casually, wearing a bronze half-face mask, and carrying a long sword walking slowly. .

The young man tossed a few stones between his fingers, obviously it was his hand just now.

Staring at Yang Guo who was walking step by step, Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingshan School, closed his eyes and involuntarily pressed the hilt of his sword.

When the stone was galloping in the air just now, Yu Canghai didn't notice it.

That is to say, either this person's method of launching hidden weapons is special, or his inner strength is extremely advanced.

Seeing Yang Guo's relaxed and calm posture, Yu Renyan was filled with anger, bent down suddenly, and wanted to pick up the sharp long sword.

"Ah!! My hand."

Another stone shot out without warning, and Yu Renyan, who was hit on the wrist, began to cry on the spot.

"It was you who did it! Those who hide their heads and show their tails, dare not show their true colors to others, at first glance they are demons!"

Yu Canghai's expression changed again and again, he immediately drew his long sword, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you, and why did you make such a murderous move? Could it be that you want to become an enemy of our Qingcheng faction?"

"Oh, Qingcheng faction, I haven't heard of it, but I have heard a little about Qingcheng Mountain."

Dull and empty, panic-stricken voices sounded from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where the sound came from.

It's just that everyone present knew that this weird voice came from this weird person who suddenly appeared.

"You deceive people too much."

The corners of Yang Guo's lips curled into an arc, as if disdainful
"Accept!"

Yu Canghai yelled angrily, and drew his sword out, the sword was as fast as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached Yang Guo's face, the cold wind blew up and messed up his hair.

"Sword skills are not bad."

After commenting, Yang Guo stretched out a hand and suddenly grabbed the fine iron long sword.

"You don't take the old way too seriously!!"

Seeing this move, Yu Canghai blew out his beard, clenched the hilt of his sword, and injected his inner strength again.

hum-

The long sword groaned softly, bursting out with continuous strength, as vigorous and unyielding as the perennial green pine tree.

Yang Guo was a little surprised, and immediately crumpled the fine iron long sword into a scrap metal with one hand, and threw it on Yu Canghai.

Seeing that their sect master failed to survive the three moves, all the disciples of the Qingcheng sect swallowed their saliva twice, with fear in their eyes.

"you you……"

Yu Canghai's hands trembled angrily, and he flew towards him in an instant. Yang Guo raised his leg and kicked it out.

"puff--"

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, Yu Canghai's face was pale in mid-air, his brows were full of doubts... Am I dreaming?
It wasn't until there was a "bang——" that it hit the wall, and Yu Canghai felt the sharp pain that came one step later on his body. Only then did Yu Canghai come back to his senses, "I...I...Puff——"

On weekdays, Yu Canghai, who prided himself on being a strong fighter, thought of being seriously injured by three strokes, and was so out of breath that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out immediately.

Yang Guo raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is this unacceptable?No wonder his martial arts are still so poor despite his age.

Shaking his head, Yang Guo strode towards "Fulin Inn", and the people around the inn door dodged without anyone reminding them.

Just now, Yu Canghai's performance reminded Yang Guo that when he was young, he met Huo Dou and that Zhao Zhijing who had been turned into a skeleton.

Yang Guo was tortured a lot at that time.

In this way, he couldn't help thinking that he still had a fake "Fish Intestine Sword" presented by Lu Sanjin, which still fell into Huo Dou's hands, and he didn't know if he was lucky enough to meet him at the "Shenwei Conference".

In the previous two months, Yang Guo had just returned to the Central Plains, so he first went back to the ancient tomb for a few days, and then went to Kaifeng Mansion again.

Yang Guo is a person who doesn't go to the palace for nothing, so he wanted to ask Lu Sanjin to help him find his aunt, but unfortunately Lu Sanjin was a busy man and went out to do business, so Yang Guo asked Li Qing before he met.

Li Qing readily agreed, and told Yang Guo that his young master would come to attend the "Mighty Soldiers Conference", and he would just go to him when the time came, Yang Guo naturally did not refuse.

Speaking of which, that guard Li Qing's martial arts progressed very quickly.

Last year he was still a first-class master, but this year he has made great progress and reached the pinnacle.

Yang Guo reckoned that he was either endowed with extraordinary talent and accumulated a lot of money, or he took a lot of medicine and piled up money for his life.

Afterwards, Yang Guo was seriously injured in the past, which hurt his vitality and needed long-term recuperation. His injuries were not healed for a long time, so he always had coughing problems.

After Yang Guo found the location of Duan Yanqing, the "full of evil" in the "Jade Card" news.

Had a "friendly" exchange with him for a while, and "asked" him about the mysteries of "ventriloquism".

Duan Yanqing is a "warm-hearted" person and "graciously agreed".

"You...you are Yang Shaoxia..."

Taking the house card from the trembling shopkeeper, Yang Guo was walking upstairs with thoughts in his eyes, when Linghu Chong touched it and asked in a low voice, those who didn't know thought he was a thief.

Yang Guo's footsteps paused slightly, he still used the "ventriloquism" but didn't enhance his internal energy to distract people.

“How come you see?”

Yang Guo thought that his disguise was not bad, and the number of times he met Linghu Chong was very few, so he shouldn't be seen through at a glance.

Linghu Chong chuckled, "According to your martial arts, if Yang Shaoxia hadn't decided not to return me, it would be a good temper if you didn't make a move."

Yang Guo smiled helplessly, he didn't know what kind of impression he would leave on Linghu Chong's heart just now.

but……

Yang Guo knew very well the reason why Linghu Chong put himself on him, so he casually gave Linghu Chong a few silver notes, each with a face value of 1000 taels, and some silver ingots.

"Okay, you can drink as much as you want, but if you get beaten, don't blame me, and... don't reveal my identity, I don't like trouble."

Linghu Chong agreed wholeheartedly.

Linghu Chong admired Yang Guo, and he was extremely envious of Yang Guo's attitude of doing whatever he wanted.

Yang Guo seemed to think of something, and smiled strangely.

The money and so on were all given by Li Qing when Yang Guo was about to leave. It was about 5 to [-] taels, but Li Qing didn't look carefully, and Yang Guo didn't count them.

Yang Guo was never a hypocritical person, so he accepted it.

In fact, Yang Guo will never be short of money. Wang Chongyang left a lot of gold, silver and jewels in the ancient tomb in order to resist the gold, but Yang Guo never used it.

Yang Guo flitted away, leaving behind Linghu Chong who was sluggish after seeing the money in his hands clearly.

Holding the cold silver bill in his hand, Linghu Chong felt his mouth was dry and his mouth was dry.

The Huashan School has always been poor, poor in literature and rich in martial arts, so there are very few disciples.

Now, Linghu Chong felt that he was richer than the whole Huashan by himself.

(End of this chapter)