Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 161 Farewell and Message

A grand succession ceremony with flashing characters started vigorously and ended uneventfully.

As soon as the servant entered the gate of Shen's mansion, he saw a tall and thin middle-aged man in green clothes standing proudly.

"Daddy!"

With a loud cry of joy, Xiao Huang Rong jumped out of her cousin's arms, and ran towards her father with her short legs.

"Hey! My daughter... slow down! Slow down!"

Seeing such a scene, Huang Yaoshi's face was full of pampering, and he took three steps in parallel, and quickly moved forward, holding his own daughter in his arms.

"Little uncle (Uncle Huang)..."

Several juniors came forward to salute together, maybe they have a daughter, and the rest are out of sight.He didn't pay any attention to it, and only cared about talking small things with his daughter.

Seeing this, Shen Xingshan, Duan Siqi, Li Yi and the third brother left speechlessly.Zhao Yuan and Hua Niang also reserved the venue to a family of four with a wink.

"Didn't you say you can't come?"

Feng Heng teased, but the corners of her eyes were moist.

"what?"

As soon as the words came out, Xiao Huangrong also reacted, she held her fingers, blinked her eyes, and asked innocently: "That's right! Daddy, don't you want to say it?"

Before the words finished, Huang Yaoshi pinched his daughter's little nose dotingly, and returned with a smile: "Daddy misses Rong'er now! Does Rong'er miss Daddy..."

"miss you!"

Immediately, she yelled in a childish voice, as if to prove her sincerity, Xiao Huang Rong hugged her father's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hahaha…"

This time, Huang Yaoshi was coaxed to smile, as if he was extremely happy.

Seeing such a scene, Feng Heng should be a bit apprehensive, and said in a slightly sour tone: "Okay! If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we go back. This is blocking the gate, what does it look like!"

After speaking, she ignored the three of them and left on her own.

Seeing this, the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay...

The time is coming to an end, after a nap, Fang Yanming stretches his waist and walks out of the room, feeling refreshed.

Unsurprisingly, Huang Yaoshi stood outside his door.

"when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow..."

Fang Yanming's tone was a bit complicated, three points of reluctance, three points of nostalgia, and three points of expectation.

"Alright! We won't send you off when the time comes, it's endless..."

After saying something very plainly, Huang Yaoshi threw out a package and said, "Come back soon! Also, there are ten golden needles prepared by your aunt inside. Those are the best hidden weapons, remember to put them away..."

After speaking, he turned around and left, unrestrained and elegant, without any muddling.

"Hidden weapon golden needle..."

Holding the package tightly, Fang Yanming was in a daze, wondering what he was thinking...

March [-]th, Lixia, advisable: ground breaking, alliance, consecration, travel; avoid: burial, sacrifice, logging, beam making.

The weather on March [-] was excellent, with a hint of warmth in the gentle breeze. The moon in the night sky was round and tight, and it was extremely bright, making the stars seem a little sparse.

Yes, that's right!
The dialect clearly stated that it was leaving tomorrow, and the time of Zishi on March [-] was naturally tomorrow on March [-].

Leading the horse and carrying the package on his back, Fang Yanming strolled out of the gate of Shen's residence in a leisurely manner.Turning his head back, he took a deep look.Just like the saying that the banquet that everything under heaven says, he still left after all.

Dressed in a light fur coat, an old horse, a parcel, and a young man, he started his journey of thousands of miles alone.

Fang Yanming's back disappeared at the corner of the street, and immediately, a family of three appeared on the roof at some unknown time.

"Um..."

It was rumored that the tears at parting would bring misfortune to the person, so Feng Heng tightly covered his mouth, tightly locking the tears in his stubborn eyes, not letting any of them fall.

It is a blessing that she is young and innocent, and Xiao Huang Rong does not feel the sadness of parting.

"Daddy, it's so late, where is cousin going?"

Touching his daughter's little head, a forced smile appeared on the corner of Huang Yaoshi's mouth, and he replied: "Cousin always loves Rong'er the most, he is going to find something nice for Rong'er."

"Good good!"

With the clapping of her tiny palms, little Huang Rong jumped up and down happily.

I have to say that an innocent smile will wash away the sadness of parting.Seeing their daughter behave like this, both Feng Heng and Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but smile...

Da da da... One person and one horse walked slowly on the street, the brilliant lights gradually disappeared behind them, and the noisy atmosphere gradually disappeared in their ears.No matter how slow Fang Yanming walked, he would eventually walk out of Lin'an City.

As soon as he left the city gate, he was stopped.

"Master Fang, my lord is here to invite..."

"Thank you!"

With a salute to the spy of the Secret Service Division, Fang Yanming walked in the direction pointed.After a while, the end point was reached.

"Master Fang, long time no see!"

Murong appeared quietly, his expression was still cold, but in every gesture, there was no tension like yesterday.

"Lord Murong, I've been waiting for a long time..."

After exchanging pleasantries, Fang Yanming immediately got to the point, and asked sincerely, "Lord Murong, please tell me everything you know about the Xiaoyao Sect."

"Ok!"

With a slight nod, Murong organized his words a little bit, and asked straight to the point, "Mr. Fang, do you know my background?"

Immediately, without waiting for Fang Yanming's answer, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he asked again: "Mr. Fang, do you know Murong?"

Hearing this, Fang Yanming frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Xianbei Murong?"

Before the words finished, Murong nodded first, then shook his head, and returned with a complicated expression: "Xianbei Murong has already become history. I am Murong...Gusu...Murong!"

"Gusu...Murong?"

After chewing the deep meaning of these four characters repeatedly, Fang Yanming still didn't find anything, and there was a trace of confusion on his face.

"Ugh…"

Seeing this, Murong let out a long sigh, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes, and sighed: "The world has long forgotten Gusu Murong..."

As if thinking of something, he was in a daze, with endless confusion in his eyes.

Seeing such a scene, Fang Yanming couldn't help frowning.But he knew that the best response at this time was to be silent.So he fell silent, quietly waiting for Murong.

"Breathe...breath..."

After a long time, Murong took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. With this movement, he regained consciousness, and the melancholy on his body gradually dissipated.

Immediately, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he began to narrate clearly and neatly.

"My surname is Murong! Murong of Gusu Murong! My name is also Murong!"

When he said this, there was endless pride and longing in his eyes.

Fang Yanming was still a little puzzled, couldn't bear it anymore, and asked straightforwardly: "Murong, what does this have to do with the Xiaoyao Sect and my master?"

"Family ancestor Murong Fu! South Murong, Murong Fu of North Xiaofeng!"

As soon as these words came out, the dialect's bright eyes shot out, and he asked excitedly: "Bei Xiaofeng! The leader of the beggar gang a hundred years ago?"

"Of course!"

Murong returned firmly.

Fang Yanming became even more excited, and muttered to himself: "No wonder... No wonder... According to my master's handbook, he has two sworn brothers, one of whom is the leader of the Beggar Clan a hundred years ago, Bei Xiaofeng!"

"No wonder you know the Seven Treasures Ring, and you can also do a little Wuxiang Kung Fu! Your Murong family is also a branch of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

As he spoke, his expression became more excited, his voice became louder, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. He probably thought he had found the final answer.

However, before he was excited for a moment, he was poured cold water.

"no!"

Murong's answer was crisp and clear, without any sloppiness.

Before the words fell, Fang Yanming, who was still gentle just now, exuded a icy and biting aura from his body, and his eyes were even more fierce, with murderous intent.

"You actually stole my Xiaoyao Sect magical skills!"

After every word, he stared at Murong firmly, the killing intent in his body almost condensed into substance.

Seeing such a scene, Murong felt his hair stand on end, like falling into an ice cave, and thought to himself: Damn it!Can't the person surnamed Fang wait for someone to say more!This moody person is really close to evil spirits.

"Mr. Fang, wait! Listen to me first!"

Seeing Fang Yanming approaching, he waved his hands repeatedly and explained.

As soon as these words came out, Murong suddenly felt his whole body relax. Just as he was about to take a breath, he suddenly met Fang Yanming's cold and heartless eyes.So, without waiting for the cold sweat to break down, he hurriedly explained.

"Although the patriarch Murong Fu is not the descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect, he has a deep connection with the Xiaoyao Sect! My first aunt is the biological daughter of Patriarch Wu Yazi, and the junior sister of Senior Xu Zhuzi. This little formless skill is me. It was passed down from my great-aunt."

"Isn't it enough to say that earlier? Misunderstanding! Lord Murong, don't mind!"

Fang Yanming suddenly smiled, giggling and elated.With such an expression, one can't help but feel that the murderous intent just now is an illusion that appeared in his eyes.

"call…"

Seeing this, Murong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, Fang Yanming patted his head, frowned slightly, and asked in bewilderment: "This is wrong..."

After speaking, he looked at Murong, with a half-smile in his eyes, full of playfulness.

Seeing this, Murong's heart tightened suddenly, and he thought to himself: Damn it, this kid is really hard to fool.

Seeing that Fang Yanming was about to make trouble again, he gave a wry smile, looked into Fang Yanming's eyes very seriously, and explained: "Mr. Fang, please don't ask any more questions. As descendants, we must always hide it for the venerable!"

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Yanming suddenly realized, all doubts disappeared, and he showed a look that any man could understand, and he couldn't stop looking at Murong, full of banter.

Seeing such a scene, Murong secretly hated in his heart, but on the surface he put on a look of extreme embarrassment.

"Master Fang, if there is no doubt, Murong will take his leave first."

After speaking, he was about to leave.Seeing this, Fang Yanming hurriedly stopped him, smiled coldly, and said, "Master Murong, are you joking with me? I didn't say anything about my master, so I'm going to leave like this... Do you think... Fang is too talkative!"

Before the words fell, another killing intent permeated the air, like overwhelming mountains and seas, coming under pressure, the cold air piercing through the bones, icy cold and oppressive.

Perhaps the aura was too fierce and domineering, Murong's teeth creaked and he felt like a flat boat in the roaring sea, in a critical situation, and might be overturned by the violent wind and waves at any time.

Tick...tick... There was cold sweat dripping from his chin, falling to the ground, splashing a burst of water.At this time, Murong only felt that the days seemed like years.

"Whoosh..."

After an unknown amount of time, the whole body suddenly loosened, Murong gasped for breath, felt his hands and feet go limp, and almost fell to the ground.

"I'm not satisfied with your news! If I'm not satisfied, I'm not happy! If I'm not happy, I want to kill someone!"

Fang Yanming's tone was extremely flat, but in Murong's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap, which made people extremely frightened, and did not dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.

Failed in the morning, continue now.Obviously, Fang Yanming still has not given up on planting the seeds of fear in Murong's heart and killing his martial arts heart.

However, accidents always happen again and again.

"Hey...what's the matter? Who is so capable to make Yaojun Fang Yanming so angry..."

There was a burst of ridicule, the voice was sharp and piercing, criticizing women.

The next moment, I saw Chen Huan walking out leisurely with his thighs in his arms, taking small steps.

"Master Fang, we meet again..."

With a smile on his face, he raised his orchid finger and said hello.

"Da Yasi's trip is not a special trip to find Fang..." Looking at him with deep eyes, Fang Yanming said with a smile that was not a smile.

Nodding his head, Chen Huan smiled even more, and said, "I heard that Mr. Fang is going out to wander the rivers and lakes. We are friends, so we must come and have a look!"

"friend?"

Hearing this, a strange look appeared on Fang Yanming's face.

"Nature is a friend!"

Chen Huan nodded solemnly, looking extremely serious.

Seeing this, Fang Yanming was startled for a moment, then, with a big smile on his face, he nodded solemnly, and replied, "Yes! Friend!"

Immediately, he seemed to be thinking of something, raised his eyebrows, rubbed his hands, and asked expectantly: "Old Chen, we are all friends now, won't you bring some presents when we are parting?"

As soon as this remark came out, Chen Huan was startled for a while.Immediately, Yang Tian laughed out loud, as if looking extremely happy.

"Hahaha... good good good good good good!"

After laughing for a long time, tears came out.Facing Fang Yanming's eager eyes, Chen Huan thought for a moment, took out a dark ebony card from his pocket, and handed it to Fang Yanming with a look of reluctance.

"This…"

Staring at the ebony card, Murong's handsome face was distorted due to jealousy.

After receiving the wooden sign, I saw a huge "Chen" written on it.After playing with it, Fang Yanming put it away solemnly, patted Chen Huan's chest, and said with a smile on his face, "Old Chen, that's interesting! When I come back, I invite you to drink my unique secret wine."

"Drive, drive! Drive..."

Turning on the horse, Fang Yanming left behind an extremely chic waving hand.

"Da Yashi, why!"

Murong clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.It should be too unbelievable, he didn't even realize that blood was coming out of his palm.

"Ah…"

Smiling contemptuously, Chen Huan turned back into the secret spy chief Yasi who smiled but didn't smile.

"why why…"

In the dark night sky, Murong's absent-minded murmurs hovered.

(End of this chapter)