Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 164 The rain is coming
Long Peng glanced at him casually, retracted his palm, and saw Ah Zi fell to the ground, and passed out immediately.

"Ah Zi..."

Duan Yu was worried in his heart, he helped Ah Zi to check his breath, found that it was only a little weak, nothing unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Qiao, Mr. Duan is getting late at night, so Long will not stay any longer."

"I……"

Looking at the back of Xin Chang who left Long Peng, Duan Yu opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

"please."

Tieniu had a smile on his face and made a gesture. Duan Yu felt that he couldn't stay any longer when he saw this, he picked up Ah Zi and walked to the door, but saw that Qiao Feng hadn't followed him, he felt puzzled, looked back, but saw Qiao Feng Feng Hu stood upright, and asked loudly, "May I ask Mr. Long, what is his intention to lead the crowd here?"

Long Peng stopped for a while, and said lightly, "Come and have some fun..."

Qiao Feng's eyes flickered, and he said solemnly, "Goodbye!!"

Say it.

He turned and left without stopping, Duan Yu hurriedly chased after him, full of doubts in his heart.

……

"Oh... goodbye..."

Long Peng leaned on the window sill of the wing room on the second floor, looking at the two people who were drifting away, he couldn't help chuckling a few times, and asked sideways, "How about Su Zuoshi, Chilongshi and Huanglongshi?"

"Everything remains the same and has not been exposed."

"So good."

Long Peng nodded, pondered for a while, and said slowly, "Let Lin Pingzhi take his people to Xianshan tomorrow."

"I understand. It's just that there are still more than ten days before the 'Hero Conference'. Why did you let Lin Pingzhi go there earlier?"

Long Peng turned around to look at her, his eyes flowing, and explained, "First, let him explore the way, and second, he is walking with us, which is too attractive."

"Besides... Isn't Yue Buqun here? The master and apprentice haven't seen each other for so long, so they want to catch up, don't they?"

There was a dangerous smile on the corner of Long Peng's lips, and Su Quan's cheeks were slightly red when he saw it, and he felt that he really had a bad stomach.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, "Master, my subordinates have something to report."

"Enter."

"Yes!"

A Lang pushed the door open and entered, seeing Su Quan stunned for a moment, hesitantly said, "How about...! The subordinate will come back later?"

Long Peng didn't speak, and glanced at Su Quan, she understood immediately, her eyes dimmed a bit, but soon returned to normal, she smiled charmingly, rubbed her forehead gently with two fingers, and said in a weak and coquettish voice, "Mr. , I feel tired, so let's go first."

A Lang at the door was a little surprised when he heard the words: Mr. Ke, I didn't mean that, hello.

"Ah."

Long Peng nodded, watched her turn around, and then seemed to think of it, his eyes moved slightly, and said softly, "Miss Su, why don't you sit down and rest, and leave later."

Su Quan's tender body froze for a moment, looked back and smiled, and limp on the round stool.

"Okay."

"A wolf, you continue to talk."

"Yes!"

A Lang responded, glanced at Su Quan, pondered for a while, and said, "Master Lin, you asked us to go to Fahua Temple to find Miss Lin. Our people found it, but we found that there was another old lady." The monk accompanied her, and our people were going to escort Miss Lin back to Islam safely, but they were all beaten away by the old monk."

"Old monk..."

Long Peng and Phoenix eyes closed, and said in a deep voice, "Who is that monk?"

"The old monk is a monk from Fahua Temple. He is very familiar with Miss Lin, and in order to intimidate Miss Lin. Looking at the route they walked, his subordinates think that they should come to find you, Da Keqing."

Long Peng shook his head and realized who it was, heaved a sigh of relief, "I know, but is there anything else?"

"Have!"

A Lang took a step forward and took out a letter from his pocket, "This is a letter from Luoyang that was sent from Luoyang half a month ago. It's still for you, and my subordinates haven't checked it."

Long Peng was slightly taken aback, took the envelope, checked it, and couldn't help chuckling twice.

"Interesting... Really interesting... It's a pity, I'm not in the city, otherwise I would have seen this good show..."

Xiangyang City.

Guo Mansion.

Late at night, the streets are empty, and the full moon hangs high, and the ground is full of silver frost.

call--

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and three figures appeared in front of the vermilion solid gate.

One was holding a black umbrella as black as ink.

One was carrying a dusty long knife.

One was wearing a large black robe.

"Do it."

The "Umbrella Ghost" Su Muyu just finished speaking, her body disappeared in the wind like a cloud of smoke, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

The Wheel-Running King frowned slightly, and looked sideways at the swordsman beside him, "Thank you Patriarch, then it's up to you."

"Understood, hehehe..."

"Desperate ghost" Xie Qidao smiled sadly. After seeing the king of the wheel flying into the mansion, his eyes were closed, his white hair was flying, and the knife was hanging on his waist. He stared wide, a blade of light burst out like a bright moon in the sky.

bang——

With a loud noise, the thick vermilion gate was chopped into pieces.

"who!!"

The people in the mansion were awakened by the huge movement. At night, the guard at the door came forward to check with a lamp, but what he responded was a flash of white light. Immediately afterwards, he saw his body slowly falling into a pool of blood, and his body was separated.

"Guo Jing, get out and die!"

Xie Qidao stood at the gate, carrying the big knife that was not stained with blood and was as white as the moon, with an arrogant demeanor, and there were nearly a hundred more black-clothed killers with sharp knives out of their sheaths on the empty street behind him.

"Kill, leave no one behind!!"

...

...

The next evening.

"My dear guest, my dear guest..."

A Lang has a strong figure and rushed to the second floor of the backyard like the wind.

inside the house.

Long Peng was leaning on the window sill, looking at the Taoist "Yin Talisman" with great interest. The setting sun fell on half of his body like a fiery sunset. His hair was like ink, and his skin was very white, making him even more outstanding.

"Master, Guo Jing was assassinated last night!" Ah Lang said in a deep voice after taking a breath.

"Oh……"

Long Peng nodded, without surprise on his face, he closed the book and asked, "Are you dead?"

Seeing his reaction, A Lang was stunned for a moment, recovered, shook his head and said, "No."

Long Peng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said to himself, "It's not dead... Are you testing?"

"A wolf, talk about it carefully."

"Yes!"

A Lang respectfully accepted his orders, "At midnight last night, a group of assassins broke into the Guo residence, and one of them seemed to be the Wheel-Turning King.

These killers kill anyone they see.

It wasn't until 'Northern Beggar' Hong Qigong and 'Dongxie' Huang Yaoshi took action that they stopped them, and when the news got out, Guo Jing brought people back from the barracks to help, and these killers withdrew. "

Long Peng nodded, and said, "Let someone go and check again, be careful, don't expose yourself."

"Yes!"

……

at this time.

The Guo Mansion was in a mess, and the strong smell of blood was lingering.

The blood on Guo Jing's armor had dried up and was faintly black. He walked back and forth anxiously in front of the door, looking tired and nervous.

"Guo Jing, if something happens to my daughter, I will never end with you!!"

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, looking anxious, the jade flute in his hand was almost broken.

"I……"

Guo Jing opened his mouth, sighed, and sat down slowly on the ground.

This honest man blamed himself very much.

"What about me, you don't come home every night, did you die in the barracks?"

"If Qigong and I arrived in no hurry, have you ever thought about the consequences?!"

Huang Yaoshi has always disliked his silly son-in-law.

now.

Because of him, Huang Rong almost died. He wished he could be killed by Guo Jing.

"Cough cough cough..."

Hong Qigong coughed violently, his face became paler, he said weakly, "Brother Yao is always a family, don't be angry, besides, Jinger didn't do it on purpose..."

Huang Yaoshi's expression softened, but he still had a bad face, as if someone owed him money.

"Who is in the same family as this idiot? I, Huang Yaoshi, only have Rong'er as a daughter, and she is the only family now."

"Ah... Brother Yao, don't be angry."

"I didn't say anything angry."

Huang Yaoshi's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Guo Jing, Rong'er is not only your wife, but also Huang Yaoshi's daughter!"

"You don't feel bad, I feel bad! If you don't want to live on, then don't! Although I am old, I can still support my daughter!!"

Guo Jing couldn't sit still anymore, stood up quickly, and explained, "This...my father-in-law, how could I not feel sorry for Rong'er, but I was busy with military affairs, so I didn't pull away for a while, and I didn't expect that group of Mongols would come here suddenly. Poisonous hands."

"Brother Yao calm down, calm down."

Hong Qigong glared at Guo Jing fiercely, and slapped him on the shoulder, "Ahem...Jinger, your father-in-law, you will accept what you say, so why is it your turn to speak?"

"Seven Lords..."

Seeing Hong Qigong's appearance, Guo Jing felt very uncomfortable.

"It's alright, alright, the old beggar is fine, she just got hurt a little bit, it's Rong'er, after all, she's pregnant, so I don't know what's going on..."

As Hong Qigong spoke, he let out a long sigh, and the worry between his brows could not be concealed.

heard.

Guo Jing blamed himself even more, clenched his iron fists tightly, blood was faintly seen flowing out.

squeak-

The mahogany door opened slowly.

A very tall old monk with white brows and drooping chest came out slowly. His face was pale, as if he had lost too much blood.

"Amitabha……"

"Master Yideng, how is Rong'er?"

"Stop chanting sutras, monk, how is my daughter?"

"Amitabha……"

Master Yideng clasped his hands together, with a kind smile on his face, "Rong'er is blessed with great life, and the injury is not at the critical point. After the old man healed with the pure yang internal force of 'Yiyang Finger', fortunately, he is no longer seriously injured."

"call……"

Guo Jing heaved a sigh of relief, his hanging heart gradually let go, and then he thought of something, and became nervous again, "Then... where is the child?"

"Although the fetal gas is moved, it is still safe..."

Master Yideng hesitated for a moment, looked at Guo Jing, and said slowly, "The old man, looking at Rong'er's pulse, seems to be over-thinking and restless.

It's nothing more than normal, but now that you have encountered this difficulty, your body will definitely be weak for a period of time, Jinger, you should pay more attention in the future, otherwise if you become ill from overwork, once the disease occurs, the mountain will fall like a mountain, and the old monk will be powerless at that time up. "

"This...Master, I understand..."

Guo Jing responded slowly, his tiger eyes were slightly red, he didn't know why Huang Rong was so worried?The torment in my heart was incomparable.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at him coldly, "Boy, when Rong'er recovers better, I'll take her back to Peach Blossom Island."

"You want to help this bullshit imperial court, it's your business, don't drag Rong'er, manly man, always let a woman worry about you, don't you feel ashamed?!"

"I……"

Guo Jing opened his mouth, his face flushed, and he said in a deep voice, "Father-in-law, my son-in-law is not for the court, but for the thousands of people in our Song Dynasty. If we invade the south, we fear that people will be killed and corpses will be scattered all over the field."

Huang Yaoshi didn't want to talk to him, so he snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the room, waiting beside Huang Rong, seeing her frighteningly pale face, Huang Yaoshi's eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were rarely seen with warmth.

Almost.

He was almost about to lose his only daughter, and he was going to give a white-haired man to a black-haired one.

His heart is still hanging.

Guo Jing also wanted to go in to see Huang Rong, when a small soldier ran in quickly and said, "Hero Guo, Master Lu calls you to discuss military affairs."

"This... I..."

Guo Jing looked at the sick woman on the couch in the room, then at the messenger soldier, he hesitated unusually.

in the past.

If there is military affairs, no matter what he is doing, Guo Jing will put down what he is doing and rush over there as soon as possible.

But at this time, he hesitated...

"Ugh……"

Hong Qigong sighed, and patted Guo Jing's firm arm, "Jing'er can go if he wants to. Are we here? Nothing will happen."

"Master, I trouble you to take good care of Rong'er. If you need anything, please tell me. I'll take care of it and I'll be right back."

"it is good."

Guo Jing nodded emphatically, he looked at the sick face on the couch with special nostalgia, then strode away without looking back.

"Ugh……"

Hong Qigong sighed again, and immediately felt that he was indeed old.

When I was young, I was very high-spirited, so unhappy, when will I sigh like this?
soon.

A burly man rushed to the door, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Hong Qigong, and saluted.

"Old leader Hong? It's been a long time since I saw you, the younger generation is being polite."

"Qiao Feng..."

Hong Qigong was startled, his eyes revealed some unspeakable emotions, he said slowly, "Where did you go last night, kid?"

Qiao Feng said, "Last night, Mr. Duan's younger sister fell into the hands of the 'Blood Guanyin' of the Sun Moon Sect. I went with him, thinking about testing their intentions."

"'Blood Avalokitesvara'...is that brat surnamed Long?!"

"It is indeed him. Speaking of which, the old gang leader Hong and the younger generation met him a few years ago. At that time, his alias was Lin Qiye."

Hong Qigong froze for a moment, very surprised.

"These two people are actually the same person, and the old beggar just said it? Why did the younger generation who was so good at martial arts back then have never heard of it in the past few years? So that's what happened."

Qiao Feng smiled, hesitated for a while, and asked, "I heard that Chief Huang was attacked?"

"I met Guo Daxia earlier and saw him hurrying, so the junior didn't ask, how is the situation of Chief Huang?"

"It's okay, but I still need to rest."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Hong Qigong nodded slightly, looked up to the sky, with a melancholy expression, and said slowly, "The old beggar won't be able to get injured this time. In the 'Heroes Conference' next month, Qiao Feng will ask you, a junior, to work harder..."

"Junior understands!"

Qiao Feng said in a deep voice, "Even if this junior gave up his life, he wouldn't let those Mongolian Tartars have a chance!!"

"It's good if you have this kind of heart..."

(End of this chapter)