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

Chapter 162
Lu Wushuang looked around with dark eyes, seeing the vast area of ​​the "Ping An Building", and couldn't help asking, "Is there no one there?"

Shopkeeper Li pushed the lens again, nodded, and spoke eloquently.

"The last time Mr. Yang went to Kaifeng, the owner went to the Western Regions due to business, and missed the opportunity to reunite with Mr. Yang. He was annoyed in his heart. After learning from my brother Yu that Mr. Yang was going to participate in the "Spiritual Warriors Conference", he sent a pigeon to send a letter. I told Li to leave the space above free, and to entertain Mr. Yang well, so naturally there won't be any idlers, but..."

Lu Wushuang listened, looked at Yang Guo, clicked his lips, and asked, "But what, don't you stop talking..."

Shopkeeper Li chuckled, looking at Yang Guo with a little apology.

"However... These days, a few friends came with the "Peace Order". Although it was not a "Golden Order", Li could not refuse, so he let them go upstairs. If Mr. Yang minds, Li will do it Let them go."

Hearing this, Yang Guo said calmly: "There's no need to do that, this place is so big, how can the few of us live there?"

Shopkeeper Li heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his cheeks, he said a few words to a waiter beside him, and a woman appeared at the stairway after a while.

The woman was dressed in yellow and white satin, her eyes seemed to be rippling, her lips were as red as clouds, her figure was graceful, she was a beauty.

Shopkeeper Li caressed the diorama over his left eye, and said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, her name is Bai Ying. You can call her Ying'er. If you have any questions, you can ask her."

Bai Ying bent down and saluted, with a smile on her cheeks, she said softly, "Ying'er has seen Mr. Yang, and the three young heroes."

Yang Guo nodded slightly, "Then please Miss Ying'er, first arrange a room for the four of us."

"It's natural, please come with the little girl."

Watching Yang Guo and the others go upstairs, Shopkeeper Li gradually regained his composure and continued to fiddle with the abacus.

East Building.

"Mr. Yang, please come in. There is a balcony in this moon-facing room. You can see the sun and the moon. It is the largest wing of the "Ping An Building". Several of your friends are next door."

Bai Ying pushed the door open and entered, introducing with a smile.

Seeing the bright wing room, Yang Guo nodded, "I don't have anything to do here, you go down first."

Bai Ying resigned in response, but before leaving, she said that if there was any need, she could lightly pull a string hanging by the bedside.

afternoon.

When Yang Guo was closing his eyes and resting his mind, Lu Wushuang pushed open the door and shouted loudly, "You practice every day, it's not too boring, let sister Lu take you to see something interesting."

Yang Guo frowned, "Your martial arts are so poor, you still want to play? Didn't you get enough beatings yesterday?"

Choked, Lu Wushuang rolled his eyes and argued, "Practice is not something that can be achieved overnight."

"Who fooled you? Li Mochou? As the saying goes, a drop of water wears away a stone, and a small amount makes a lot..."

"Okay, stop talking, are you going or not?"

Yang Guo laughed lightly, nodded and said, "All right, go out and have a look."

Lu Wushuang gave Yang Guo a contemptuous look, turned and left, with the young nun and Lin Pingzhi who were forcibly pulled behind him.

"Mr. Lin, haven't you gone to see your father? And little nun, haven't you Hengshan faction come yet?"

Lin Pingzhi shook his head, with some helplessness and doubt hanging on his brows.

"I just walked around the town, and Yilin and I asked the disciples of Taishan School, but I didn't see my father and the disciples of Hengshan School."

Yang Guo nodded, reckoning that Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng faction should have been buried.

Lu Wushuang led the way to the third floor of the West Building.

This place is much more lively than the deserted and quiet sixth floor.

Yang Guo saw that this place should be a place for drinking and eating.

As soon as you enter, you can smell the aroma of wine and vegetables. Although it's not time for dinner, many people have already gathered here.

Snapped--

The gavel slapped, and the storyteller in a compartment stroked his beard and said:
"Let's pick up from the previous chapter, it said that the "Khitan man" Xiao Feng went to Northern Shaolin alone, and had a vicious fight with the "Tiger Arhat" Abbot Xuanci."

"This person is the leader of the Northern Beggars Clan who was once famous all over the world, and the other person is the abbot master who has been in an ancient temple for hundreds of years and is superb in both martial arts and Buddhism."

"Both of them are well-known masters in the rivers and lakes. It can be said that they meet opponents in chess and meet talents..."

When the storyteller got excited, he blushed and his neck was thick, and he gestured with his hands, as if he saw it with his own eyes.

Yang Guo and the others sat under the stage, kowtow melon seeds, ate some dried fruit, and talked.

"Didn't you know Xiao Feng? Is what the old man said true or not? Is Abbot Xuanci so powerful?" Lu Wushuang asked, Lin Pingzhi and Yilin also cast curious glances.

Yang Guo's eyes showed memories, and he said slowly, "Brother Xiao was likely to draw with the two Xuanci last year, but this year...it's hard to say..."

Lu Wushuang didn't doubt the truth of Yang Guo's words, but said, "Then this old man blows so hard and even palms each other, Xiao Feng took three steps back, Xuanci didn't move a single step."

Yang Guo chuckled.

"He can't say that Shaolin Xuanci and a group of monks of the Xuan family were exhausted in the battle of wheels, and in the end Brother Xiao escaped from Shaolin."

"Amitabha, why is Donor Yang so clear?"

Gently put down the tea bowl in his hand, Yang Guo smiled, and when he was about to speak, the storyteller slapped the gavel again.

Snapped--

"Guest officers, this is the end of Xiao Feng's solo trip to Shaolin.

Next, I will let the old man talk about the story of the madman Yang Guo and Yang Kuangren. In this story, there are young heroes in the rivers and lakes, and there are beauties who are all over the country. "

Speaking of this, the storyteller coughed and drank his tea in silence. He didn't speak until a ring of silver and copper coins fell down, and then he opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

The three people on the table looked at Yang Guo together, Lu Wushuang's throat rolled, and he asked softly, "This old man is talking nonsense, I'll tell him to shut up."

"No, I want to hear it too."

Lu Wushuang's eyes flickered a few times, and he sat down slowly.

……

A ray of setting sun reflected into the room through the window, Yang Guo shook his head, got up and left.

Yilin wiped her reddish eye sockets, folded her hands together, "Amitabha, this poor nun thought that Master Yang's martial arts were so strong, and that nothing was difficult, but he never thought that he had endured so many ordeals. Miss Lu, that dragon girl is here now. Where is it, why didn't I see it?"

Lu Wushuang frowned, a little irritable, staring closely at the storyteller who was being tricked into drinking tea, and the fingertips holding Sui Yin turned slightly white.

"I don't know. I haven't seen Miss Long since I went to Jiangnan last year. Yang Guo is also looking for her."

"Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you, Lord Yang and Miss Long will have a safe reunion."

……

"Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for several years, I miss Lu very much."

As soon as Yang Guo returned to the room, he saw a young man dressed in dark black, with a smile on his face, dressed like a nobleman, drinking tea slowly and greeted him.

Yang Guo paused slightly, "Master Lu, how are you doing these days."

Lu Sanjin shook his head lightly, with bitterness on his brows, "Brother Yang, please sit down first."

"Mr. Lu seems to have a sad face. If you have any difficulties, you might as well speak up."

Hearing this, Lu Sanjin gave Yang Guo a hand that poured tea.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Yang Shaoxia was still so quick to talk, but it was Lu who was coddling."

Taking off the mask, Yang Guo sat down against Lu Sanjin and calmly drank half a cup of tea.

"I'm used to it, Mr. Lu, please tell me."

Looking at Yang Guo's face, Lu Sanjin touched his hilly cheek again, with envy in his eyes.

"Ahem..." Clearing his throat, Lu Sanjin's expression became a little serious, "Brother Yang, have you ever heard of "Black Stone"?"

Yang Guo thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

"It seems to be a killer organization, why did you offend them?"

Lu Sanjin nodded, and said with a wry smile: "For some reason, these lunatics thought that the so-called "Rama's body" was in my hands and wanted to kill me last year. I had no choice but to think of you Yang Shaoxia."

"Rama's remains..."

Yang Guo vaguely remembered that the oriental lord was also thinking about "Rama's body", hoping to use it to understand the mystery of "heaven and man transform into birth, and everything grows", and step into heaven and man.

"Why, does brother Yang know about Naram's body?"

"I've heard about it, but I don't know much about it, but... Is it true that Mr. Lu doesn't have the body of Rama?"

"Of course not. I'm a businessman. Why would I want a corpse? My Lu family is not short of money. Even if it's valuable, I'm not interested in it."

Yang Guo looked into Lu Sanjin's eyes, and said slowly, "Mr. Lu is not interested. I wonder if Mr. Lu's brothers and sisters are interested?"

Lu Sanjin's expression paused, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "That thing is indeed not in my hands."

Yang Guo nodded, "Then what does Mr. Lu mean?"

Lu Sanjin drank the tea until the cup was full, and said, "I want to ask Brother Yang for help, and see if we can send those Blackstone killers to prison."

Yang Guo frowned, "This...to be honest, Yang has no time to stay by Mr. Lu's side, and...in this world, many people want to kill Yang. If Yang stays by Mr. Lu's side... , I'm afraid it will bring a lot of trouble to Mr. Lu."

Lu Sanjin looked depressed, sighed, and remained silent for a long time.

"Since that's the case... Lu won't force Yang Shaoxia anymore. Lu still has business to do, so he won't bother her."

Lu Sanjin cupped his hands slightly towards Yang Guo, turned and left.

"Young Master Lu, please stay."

Lu Sanjin paused, turned his head and asked, "Is there something else for Yang Shaoxia?"

"If Mr. Lu is fine recently, you can go with Yang. Yang will do his best to keep Mr. Lu safe and sound."

Lu Sanjin's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something, and he slowly smiled, "Then I'll leave it to Brother Yang."

Yang Guo said "Yes", got up and walked to the terrace, admiring the beautiful scenery of red clouds all over the sky and looming lone moon.

……

March [-]th.

Guyu.

The spring rain is continuous, and the rain produces a hundred valleys.

It was drizzling outside the building, and the lush vegetation was bathed in this late spring rain, making it even more green.

A gust of spring breeze blew, and the tip of Yang Guo's nose, standing in front of the window sill, was filled with a faint earthy smell and the fragrance of grass and trees, which was very pleasant.

this day.

The tightly closed gate of "Crafting Sword Villa" was finally opened, allowing people from the world to see the scenery inside the high wall through the gate.

Outside the "Casting Sword Villa", there were many people around, shouting loudly, with expressions of displeasure.

Yang Guo's perception has also recovered a bit during these days of "restoration", but he heard it clearly, it seems that the quarrel was caused by the need to pay money to enter the village.

Except for those who received the invitation letter, how many people can bring in, the rest of the people want to enter the village, they have to charge 1000 taels of silver, and buy a weapon before letting them in.

Although the weapons in "Sword Casting Villa" are all extraordinary grades, they are worth a thousand taels of silver.

But how can those ordinary Jianghu people pay 1000 taels of silver? I'm afraid it won't be worth the price if they are sold.

In this way, they quarreled.

but.

This is also the purpose of "Zhujian Villa". It is not for a little money, but because there are too many people. After entering the village, fear of chaos is also a kind of screening.

dong dong dong...

There was a hasty knock on the door, showing the eagerness of the visitor.

squeak-yah-

"Xiao Lu, why are you in such a hurry?"

Lu Wushuang stood up with arms crossed, "The big guys are waiting for you, you are not in a hurry, just like the old concierge of our family,"

"Heh... let's go, let's go and have a look together."

Yang Guo walked out of the room and came all the way to the door of "Ping An Building".

"Morning brother Yang."

"Meet Mr. Yang"

Lu Sanjin and an old man with an unnatural expression cupped their hands at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo bowed back, and looked at the location of "Sword Casting Villa" calmly.

The old man's name was Lu Tie, he was an innate master, and was sent by the Lu family to protect Lu Sanjin.

When Lu Sanjin hosted a banquet for Yang Guo before, he felt that Yang Guo was young, and he was not showing his true colors, and he was afraid that Lu Sanjin would be fooled, so he proposed to compare martial arts with Yang Guo.

Lu Sanjin tried his best to stop it, but it was ineffective, and he was subdued by Yang Guo within ten moves.

Now when he saw Yang Guo, he still felt his old face was hot and he was a little embarrassed.

"Little nun, have you seen your fellow disciple?"

Yilin shook her head, with a bitter face, "I haven't seen you in the past few days."

Yang Guo nodded, he knew where he was now, but he didn't say anything, because he was afraid of making this little nun snow mountain worse.

According to the news that Yang Guo learned yesterday, if nothing unexpected happened, all the disciples of Hengshan School should have gone to accompany people from Wudang School on Heimu Cliff.

Holding oil-paper umbrellas, everyone stepped on the gravel path and walked slowly towards "Zhujian Villa".

Using his internal strength, he inadvertently pushed away the crowd, and Yang Guo and others came to the gate.

A disciple of Zhujian Villa who was wearing a purple shirt and tied a forehead band on his head made a serious look, and asked seriously, "A few friends, do you have an invitation letter?"

Yang Guo is more or less a person with a head and a face, so naturally he has such things.

When Yang Guo returned to the ancient tomb, the former headmaster of Quanzhen Sect, "Danyangzi" Ma Yu gave it to him, and Yang Guo kept it.

He took a purple invitation letter from his pocket and handed it over. After the disciple checked it, he let Yang Guo go regardless of whether it was Yang Guo himself or not.

Lu Sanjin also had this thing, so he came in without stopping too much.

"Please come with me."

A disciple of Zhujian Villa spoke in a pleasant manner, and led Yang Guo and his party to a tall building.

On the road.

Yang Guo was very surprised to see a couple, even if he couldn't bear it, he wanted to go up and ask questions.

"Yang Guo, why don't you leave?"

Seeing Yang Guo suddenly fall down, Lu Wushuang turned around and asked.

"Huh..." Taking a few deep breaths, Yang Guo's eyes turned red slightly, his breathing was still heavy, "You guys go first, I have something to do."

(End of this chapter)