Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 127 Under the Mask
Four Seas Inn.

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"Hall Master, that dragon pendant has sent someone to urge you again? Let us all hurry over."

A man in white was sitting in the room with his eyes closed, lying contentedly on the rocking chair, listening to the storytelling downstairs, drinking some tea and eating pastries from time to time, feeling very comfortable.

"Just let him wait. Now it's their Sun Moon Sect who asks for my Sky Eagle Sect, not me. The Sky Eagle Sect asks for the Sun Moon Sect. Why should I be so anxious?"

"But didn't the leader tell us not to neglect the people of the Sun Moon Sect, isn't it good if we don't go?"

"Um……"

King Yin Ye opened his eyes, and there was a trace of coldness between them, "Master Zhang Duo, do you listen to me or you?"

Zhang Ruozhu's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Of course I listen to the hall master!"

"Then back off, don't spoil my interest here!"

"Yes!"

After Zhang Ruozhu left the inn, he gritted his teeth and went straight to the sub-rudder in the city, asking someone to send a secret letter to Yin Tianzheng urgently.

……

The sun is setting on the west mountain, and the moon is on the branches.

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the slowly crawling moon, Long Peng's eyes were cold, he opened the door and walked out of the private room.

Long Peng was about to leave the Yueyang Tower, and many guests in the building left one after another, and after a while, nearly a hundred people left, making the shopkeeper feel a little dazed when facing the suddenly empty restaurant.

"What's going on tonight? So many people walking away suddenly? What happened outside?"

Having said that, he even sent someone out to inquire about it, for fear of missing any news.

Long Peng walked on the spacious and lively street, walked to a hawker selling hairpins by the side of the road, and said calmly, "Catch me alive, I will meet someone outside the inn early tomorrow morning."

The peddler nodded heavily, and said in a low voice, "This subordinate will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Long Peng nodded, got up and wanted to leave, then turned back, looked at a sandalwood hairpin with simple style and random carvings, and threw a few taels of silver over, "By the way, this hairpin is good, I want it. "

The disciple of the Human God Sect was obviously stunned for a moment, and Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, and when he came back to his senses later, he hurriedly notified him.

For a moment, many pedestrians on the street raised their heads, looked at each other from afar, or nodded, without exception, they all headed towards the Four Seas Inn.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

There is no curfew in Yueyang City, the more lively the night is.

On this street, the sugar sellers, art sellers, calligraphy and painting sellers, and the storyteller in the century-old shop on the corner ahead, the stories he told impassionedly, all added to the atmosphere of the world tonight.

In the world of mortals, Long Peng stopped and went, buying some snacks from time to time to relieve his fatigue, except that his back was a little lonely, but he was at ease.

"Hey, why are you shopping alone without anyone to accompany you?"

Long Peng stopped, and looked sideways at the monk in white with a smiling white fox mask on his face, "Wuxin, where have you died these days?"

"Hey... Xiaoseng originally wanted to visit the old monk's former friends. Who would have thought that I had just left for a few days, and I got the news of your assassination. I saw that you can't do it without me. Why don't you come back soon?" gone?"

"How is it? Is it loyal enough?"

Long Peng nodded, with false sincerity on his face, "Enough, enough!"

"Hey, it's too fake..."

Wu Xin shuddered, rubbing his arms exaggeratedly, seeing Long Peng alone, and said with a smile, "Where is Mr. Yan, why doesn't he come out together when it's so lively?"

"Yan Shisan said that there are too many living people here, which is not good for him to raise and learn swords. From my point of view, he just doesn't want to come out, and he still talks nonsense to me."

Wu Xin smiled, raised her head to look at the full moon, her eyes were complicated, "Mr. Long, the little monk has something to do, I will come to see you tomorrow morning, see you."

Long Peng was a little astonished, "No, you're leaving now?"

"No, share your pot of wine, continue!"

Wuxin walked backwards in the crowd, laughed and tossed the jar of sake in his hand high, drawing a perfect arc.

"This dead monk..."

Seeing the jar of wine passing over his head, the corners of Long Peng's mouth twitched, he spread his arms, and stepped back quickly, "It was definitely on purpose!"

Just when the jar of wine was about to fall to the ground, Long Peng lightly jumped ten feet high, caught it firmly, and said with a smile, "I want to get rid of me with just one jar of wine, shit's loyalty..."

"Hey…"

Long Peng was about to fall to the ground, and he never thought that there was a person standing behind him, and he would hit him directly. Thanks to his quick reaction, he quickly turned around the moment he realized something was wrong, so that no more serious consequences were caused.

"Excuse me, how are you? Are you all right?"

The victim was a woman with a fox mask on her cheeks that was somewhat similar to the little monk Wuxin. She refused Long Peng's support, and slowly stood up from the ground, bending her back, rubbing her back with one hand, and rubbing her back with the other. Can't help swinging.

"It's okay...it's okay, let's go..."

"Girl, your voice..."

Long Pengfeng's eyes opened slightly, and she felt that her voice was a little familiar. She recalled it carefully, but couldn't remember it for a while, "Do we know each other?"

"know?"

The woman raised her head, saw Long Peng's appearance, and suddenly smiled, "I do know him."

Long Peng came back to his senses and said with a smile, "It turned out to be the little girl from Yaowang Valley that day. Why are you here alone? Where's that Hu Fei?"

"Brother Hu is recuperating at Miaojiazhuang. I feel bored, so I go out with Miss Lu?"

"I see."

Long Peng nodded and said slowly, "Then why are you alone again? Where did Miss Lu go? You are not in good health, so you should pay more attention.

Tell me where you live, and I’m sending someone to give you a copy of the inner strength I wrote to you earlier, it won’t hurt to practice it. "

Cheng Lingsu raised his head, stared at Long Peng blankly, with complicated eyes, "You are really weird."

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled twice, the laughter was especially clear, "What's wrong?"

"Sometimes I feel that you are like a young man in spring, frivolous and reckless, and sometimes I feel that you are like a gloomy executioner, cold-blooded and ruthless, and sometimes you are polite and tight like a moralist. It is really strange. It is the first time I see you like this An unstable person."

After listening quietly, Long Peng explained patiently, "In different environments, people will naturally have different appearances when facing different people, just like the masks they wear. .”

"But no matter how you change it, the mask is just a mask after all, and there is only one face under the mask. What exactly does your face look like?"

heard.

Long Peng froze in place, touched his face, his eyes were a little dazed, "I... I don't know very well, it's been too long, maybe I forgot, but is it important?"

"Of course it matters."

Cheng Lingsu nodded heavily, "Master said that one should find one's heart and live for one's heart. Otherwise, when one gets old, looking back on one's life, one finds one's life was spent in a daze. It's a terrible thing."

"So, what is your original intention?"

(End of this chapter)