Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 32
"Where is that direction?"

Hong Qigong picked out his ears, pointed to the east, and asked suspiciously, "The old beggar is listening to the sound of gongs and drums. Someone is getting married? I guess there are quite a few people? Did you hear that?"

Long Peng and Qiao Feng looked at each other in tacit understanding, obviously aware of something.

"That place..."

Duan Zhengchun followed the direction of Hong Qigong's finger, and suddenly his eyes widened, "To the east of this place, there are many mountains and swamps, and there are few people. Patriarch?!"

"Old Patriarch Blood Knife?"

Hong Qigong narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes, "The old beggar has heard of this man's reputation. He can be said to have died a hundred times."

"Hey, little guy, listen how far are they from here?"

Long Peng was startled for a moment, squatted down, and listened carefully, "At least fifteen miles away."

Hong Qigong nodded slightly, then looked at Qiao Feng again, "Little Qiao, what do you think?"

Hearing the title "Xiao Qiao", Qiao Feng twitched his lips uncontrollably, "Qiao sounds similar to Lin Shaoxia."

"I feel the same way."

Hong Qigong stroked his beard, "Well, Prince Duan, you said where is the ancestor of the blood knife?"

"If... what the baby said is not bad, it must be true."

Hearing the words, Hong Qigong took a sip of his drink and asked, "Little Qiao and that little guy surnamed Lin, are you interested in following the old guy to have a look?"

Qiao Feng cupped his hands slightly, and said with a smile, "I'm willing to go!"

Long Peng frowned slightly, but did not answer immediately.

Just now from Baby Gan, he heard that there may be many masters gathered in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

Now that Baobao Gan has met, Long Peng, who is so clear on the altar, doesn't want to take risks for a moment.

"What's the matter, little guy, aren't you afraid?"

Hong Qigong smiled playfully, "Young people still need to have a bit of aggressiveness, otherwise they will be lethargic, and what is the difference between them and us old guys?"

"Senior, I heard that there are many masters gathered in the Valley of Myriad Tribulations. This junior has self-knowledge, and I may never return after leaving. Please forgive me."

Long Peng got on his horse and cupped his hands slightly, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave. I'll see you in Jianghu someday, and I'm having a drink with you all."

Mu Wanqing said, "I'm going to the Central Plains too, you take me with you."

"Um……?"

Long Peng frowned, and said coldly, "I'm sorry Miss Mu, I'm used to walking alone, I'm not used to being with others."

Words fall.

Long Peng whipped his horse and drove away, leaving Mu Wanqing stunned in place.

Duan Zhengchun watched and clenched his fists fiercely.

During the two days of getting along, he had already realized that Mu Wanqing was his daughter's business.
"Girl, don't worry, there are thousands of good people in the world, so don't worry about just one person."

Mu Wanqing calmed down, and cast a cold glance at Duan Zhengchun, "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't need to take care of my affairs!"

Done.

Mu Wanqing leaped onto Duan Zhengchun's horse, seeing the dragon's puff gradually disappearing from her back, her autumn eyes suddenly became turbulent.

"drive!"

With a coquettish voice, Mu Wanqing galloped after him, "Duan Zhengchun, tell my mother, I'm going to Mantuo Villa!"

Duan Zhengchun stayed where he was, bewildered, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Qiao Feng was also a little stunned for a while, always feeling weird, but he couldn't see what was wrong, so he shook his head and said to Hong Qigong, "Senior Hong, should we go now?"

"Don't go."

Hearing that, Qiao Feng felt that his brain was a bit short of it, "This... What do you mean, old man Hong?"

"Little Qiao...you don't really think what the old beggar said just now makes sense, do you?"

Qiao Feng nodded, then shook his head again, "Please tell me, Senior Hong."

"Hey... We are messing around in the rivers and lakes. If we really want to rush in, we have died countless times. Only by being careful can we live for a long time."

Hong Qigong looked at Qiao Feng meaningfully, "You young juniors, you must be young, you can't just have spirit, you also need a bit of wisdom, you know that?"

Qiao Feng nodded thoughtfully, "This junior has been taught."

"Hey... What are you talking about being educated? The old beggar doesn't believe that your famous 'Northern Qiao Peak' is something that only has the courage of a man. If this is the case, then Lao Wang is really too much."

Qiao Feng rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Boss Wang treats Qiao very well, Senior Hong, don't misunderstand."

"Silly boy……"

Hong Qigong shook his head, took a sip of his wine, and asked with a smile, "By the way, is it a good idea to use the dog-beating stick recently?"

Qiao Feng's expression became unnatural, "This... this is not bad..."

"Old beggar, I heard that Rong'er will not only compete with you in martial arts next time at the Junshan Juyi, but you should also read more books, otherwise you will be fooled by Rong'er, and you will be humiliated."

"Junior knows."

"You..."

Seeing Qiao Feng's confident expression, Hong Qigong shook his head and sighed, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, the old beggar will take a step first."

"This... what's wrong with old senior Hong..."

"Cough cough..."

Duan Zhengchun coughed twice, "I guess I'm hungry, Chief Qiao, let's go back to the city as soon as possible."

"Alright."

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The words are divided into two parts.

Long Peng rode the horse all the way, and found a small tail behind him, and gradually slowed down.

"Miss Mu, why are you following someone?"

"drive."

Mu Wanqing immediately took a few steps forward, and said calmly, "Didn't I just say that I was going to the Central Plains, why do you feel that I am following you?"

"Could it be that this road belongs to your house?"

"Forget it, whatever you want."

Long Peng glanced at the direction of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, "Since you want to follow, follow closely."

"drive!!"

As soon as the words fell, Long Peng galloped out, and the dust rolled up gradually melted into the haze, which was a bit choking.

"Cough cough..."

Mu Wanqing patted her chest, gritted her teeth and said, "Grandma, I don't believe it today."

The sky is full of smog.

The two rode in pursuit on this long ancient road, gradually drifting away, and soon missed the fork that connected with the direction of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations.

Accompanied by the loud noise of gongs and drums, a long motorcade slowly emerged.

Tibetan monks, Tubo warriors, blood knife monks, Mongolian warriors...

This convoy formed by various parties was extremely long, more than a mile long, and it was just for show.

But in the middle of the frame, Dayiba slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Did someone pass by just now?"

"Senior brother, what did you say?" Yang Lian Zhenjia asked on the horse from the Western Regions next to the frame.

"It's nothing."

Dayiba closed his eyes, "Junior Brother, how far are we from Dali Royal City?"

"Based on the current speed, it will take tomorrow morning at the earliest."

Dayiba nodded, "Tell them not to do those tedious things, we will try to enter the city tonight."

"Junior brother understands."

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(End of this chapter)