The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 33

"Miss Dangdang, what kind of woodcarving? Don't scare me, what happened?" Ning Shuning looked nervous.

Fang Dang looked at the worry on Ning Shuning's pretty face, came back to his senses, knew that he had frightened her and quickly let go of her hand, and smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay, this... Didn't I just have a nightmare, it scared you, I'm sorry." Dangdang didn't explain anything, smiled at Ning Shuning, and lay down again.

Ning Shuning glanced at the immobile Dang Dang with some doubts, and began to change the blood-soaked gauze on her body.

Loudang stared blankly at the wooden shed of the carriage, and he remembered that he must be right, the sword on the wooden carving in his dream was the Fuyu sword! !Even the pattern on the hilt is exactly the same! !

Thinking of this, Miss Xiangdang took out the rusty hilt of Fuyu's sword from her bosom.

Since this Fuyu sword was a good sword when that woman was alive, why is there only one hilt left now.

There was one more reason for Fang Dang to find her adoptive father. She really wanted to ask the old man what was going on with these things.

Thinking about these unanswered questions, he fell asleep again weakly.

Thanks to Ouyang Linghua, he had prepared a lot of good wound medicine in the carriage. When they entered Guangzhou, most of the injuries on Dangdang's body were healed, and he could move freely.

Listening to the distinctive dialect of the people on the road, Dangdang became excited. She knew that she had entered Guangzhou, and the Lion Gate was not far away.

After entering a small town, Dangdang jumped out of the carriage, and asked a woman holding a baby next to her with a smile, "Ma'am, how dare you ask how to get to the Lion Gate?"

However, to the great surprise, the cheerful smile on the face of the wide and fat woman immediately disappeared when she heard the word "Lion Xiangmen", and the corners of her mouth drooped.

"I don't know, I don't know, just ask me." Immediately afterwards, she ran away from Dang Dang as if hiding from the plague.

"Strange, what's going on??" Dangdang scratched his head, looking confused.

At first, Dangdang thought it was a problem with his appearance, so he asked Ning Shuning to ask again, but found that he was still treated the same way.

"Miss Dangdang, why does it feel like they all hate the Lion Gate?" Ning Shuning said while looking at the bustling streets.

Dangdang helplessly jumped onto the carriage, shook the reins slightly, and let the carriage continue to move forward. "I don't know. Go to the station and have a look. Those who have traveled all over the country should know where the Lion Gate is."

After the two arrived at the local post station, after some inquiries, a fat man with a kind face finally answered their questions.

"You two, the Lion's Gate is located on Lianhua Mountain in Guangdong. I happen to be going there to do a business. Why don't you go together? There are so many people that bandits don't dare to get close."

It would be great to have someone lead the way, and Xiang Dang immediately agreed. After resting in this small town for one night, the two of them set off with the caravan.

On the way, just as he was bored looking at the surrounding scenery, he suddenly saw the fat man riding a horse to his carriage.

"Little friend, you have nothing to do, why don't you come to my car and have a few drinks together???"

There were people chatting to relieve boredom, and naturally they would not refuse to answer, and brought Ning Shuning to the fat man's compartment.

The interior walls of the carriage were extremely luxuriously decorated, and the floor was covered with soft black animal skins. Compared with this, the carriage that looked good before seemed a bit shabby.

"Come, come, sit, don't be restrained." The fat man sat down on the small table with a beautiful flagon.

"Miss Dangdang, this person looks so rich." Ning Shuning said quietly.

"That's natural, look at the bracelet on his hand, does he look like someone without money," Dangdang said in a low voice, and jumped directly into the carriage.

After a while of rambling, Dangdang knew a lot about this person. This fat man was the third shopkeeper of Gongshufang, Gongshuban, and this time he went to Guangdong to discuss a timber business.

Loudang looked at the easy-going fat man in front of him, his mind flashed through his experience yesterday, and he couldn't help but express the doubts in his heart.

After listening to the resounding question, the businessman named Gongshuban touched the black beard on his round chin and said: "Hahaha, if you ask like this, others will naturally not welcome you. Although they are neutral, all the disciples in the sect have rebellious and weird personalities, if they disagree with each other, they will draw their swords at each other, and their reputation in the Jianghu is very bad."

That's it... Lou Dangdang narrowed her eyes slightly, but she wasn't worried that she, the descendant of Taiwu, would be shut down. After all, on the 15 yuan stone tablet in Taiwu's ancestral hall, one of them could be engraved with the name of Shixiangmen .

"Things in the rivers and lakes should not have much to do with the people, right?? Then why did the people in the city avoid the lion gate like snakes and scorpions before?" Dangdang asked a little confused.

Gong Shuban cast his gaze out of the car window, and said slowly, "They have a bad reputation in the Jianghu, and you still expect the disciples of the Lion Gate to respect the old and love the young, so it would be good if you didn't offend them, but if you annoy them If you lose them, that would be really bad luck. Just think about it, how can you get a good reputation among the common people, and ah..."

Gongshuban moved closer to Dangdang, and lowered his voice, "Even in the circle of sects with a bad reputation, people from the Shixiangmen are disgusting and annoying."

After hearing this, Hainan finally understood why the people had such an attitude before.

At this moment, Gong Shuban glanced at the Lianzhu Flying Stick placed beside the ring, and asked curiously: "My little friend, you are also a martial arts practitioner? May I ask where did you learn from?"

Loud Dang laughed, "Haha, I am a descendant of Taiwu, who has no background or sect."

Hearing this, Gong Shuban's pupils shrank slightly, "You are a famous descendant of Taiwu?? Sure enough, you are a talented person. You have admired your name for a long time, and you are disrespectful and disrespectful."

"What? I'm a little famous in the world now?" Dangdang was surprised, she only practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple.

"That's natural. I heard that the seven sword mounds that suddenly appeared, no one else can return. Only you can come out alive." Gong Shuban said with a sigh.

Xiang Dangdang thought about it for a while, his heart was probably pierced by the mouth of the old beggar under the tree, and he knew that he was the only one who came out of the sword mound.

Xiang Dangdang and Ning Shuning followed Gong Shuban's convoy and arrived in Guangdong like an outing.

(End of this chapter)