Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 33
Spring, Jiangnan.

The setting sun is like blood, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are dyed red, and the signboard hanging in front of Laifu Restaurant reflects the dazzling golden light.

"Master, I've been waiting for a long time. Your dishes are ready. This is a side dish as a gift. I hope you will come here often in the future."

"Okay, you go down."

Xiao Er nodded and said yes, and was about to leave, but turned back, "Well, look at your outfit, sir, you should be from the Jianghu, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Master, don't get me wrong."

Xiaoer quickly said, "Our store just arrived at the Tianji Pavilion's Jianghu News two days ago, and I want to ask if you need it?"

Long Peng froze for a moment, "How much?"

Xiao Er breathed a sigh of relief, and made a gesture with his hand.

"One article?"

"Do not."

Xiao Er shook his head, "One or two."

When Long Peng heard this, his face darkened, "No more."

One tael of silver is enough to order another table of food and serve three or five pots of wine. Isn't this killing people? ! !

"This... uncle, you don't have money, do you?"

"What!"

"I gave it, take two copies, pay the bill, and reward you with the rest."

But Mu Wanqing, who was dressed in black, came from the stairs and threw out ten taels of silver.

"Okay, the heroine is grand."

With a smile all over his face, Xiao Er took the white silver ingot, happily ran to the counter, and took two Jiang Hu newspapers in a short while.

"Yo, Miss Mu met again?"

"If you haven't met, you probably won't even be able to pay for the meal?"

Mu Wanqing put her arms around her chest and sat down calmly, "By the way, your martial arts are so high, why are you so poor?"

Long Peng pursed his lips, "It shouldn't have anything to do with high martial arts and whether you have money, and...you can pay for meals."

"is it?"

Mu Wanqing's eyes rolled, "I don't believe it."

"Cough cough..."

Long Peng was drinking tea when he heard the words and choked, "Believe it or not."

Words fall.

Long Peng bowed his head to eat, wondering whether he should find some characters like bandits to borrow some money.

"Didn't you ask for a Jianghu newspaper, why don't you read it?"

"Um……"

Long Peng raised his head, and picked up the Jiang Hu newspaper beside the table.

【Shock!The centuries-old temple of Tianlong Temple in Dali was destroyed overnight...]

[North Qiaofeng South Murong actually did such a shocking thing after meeting...]

[According to reliable news, a shocking battle broke out in the Dali Palace, resulting in numerous casualties. The reason turned out to be...]

【Scary!Known as the Little Sword God, Ximen Fuxue actually likes to blow blood...]

……

Looking at the headlines, Long Peng's head was full of black lines, "Is the direction of Jianghu newspaper so wild in the past two years?"

Mu Wanqing watched intently from the side, and suddenly asked, "Hey, I remember you said you belonged to the Ancient Tomb Sect, right?"

Long Peng raised his head slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this."

Mu Wanqing pointed to one of the articles, Longpeng frowned, and half-closed her phoenix eyes, "The martial arts contest to recruit relatives, the senior sister still figured out this matter..."

"Who is the head of your Ancient Tomb Sect? Is your martial arts high?"

Long Peng raised his head slightly, and said calmly, "I guess it's not a problem to hit ten people like you."

"You...you did it on purpose!"

"Just tell the truth."

Long Peng ate his food slowly, and then said, "Miss Mu, listen to a certain piece of advice, don't go to that Mantuo Mountain Villa, with your little martial arts, there is no chance to kill Mrs. Wang."

"It's fine if you fail. If you lose your life, you will regret it."

"You look down on my martial arts so much?"

"Ha ha……"

Long Peng didn't answer, and continued to look at the Jianghu newspaper, "You don't have to worry about flipping the table until I finish eating."

"Humph!"

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, and was not in the mood to eat anymore, picked up the long sword on the table, turned and left.

"Next time we meet, Long will invite you back."

"Go away, never see you again!"

Long Peng smiled.He finished the food on the table slowly, it was getting late, he shrugged his shoulders, and looked at a manor surrounded by mountains and rivers in the distance.

"Senior Sister's residence is full of willows, green water, and spring flowers all over the building, and the spring is everywhere. It's really a good place."

Long Peng muttered a few words and walked towards Chixia Village.

months.

Relying on the Beiming internal strength of more than sixty years, Long Peng has already penetrated all the eight extraordinary meridians. At the end of last year, he even opened up the "exotic orifices" outside his body, and stepped into the state of extreme acquired.

Next, you only need to condense any one of the three flowers of "Essence, Qi and Spirit" successfully, and you will enter the innate realm.

...

...

dong dong dong...

The knock on the door echoed in the night, dark and long, a little scary.

"Who...who?"

A childish voice mixed with fear sounded, only the sound of "squeak—" was heard, the door opened slowly, only to see a little girl with unkempt hair and dusty face appeared.

She raised her head cautiously and looked around, and she let out a long sigh of relief when she saw the dragon pendant.

"who are you?"

Long Peng frowned slightly, "Go and tell you... the owner, just say that her junior brother has arrived."

"Li Mochou is not here, please go back."

As the little girl said, she was about to close the door, but Long Peng stretched out his hand to stop him, "Little girl, besides you, is there anyone else in your village?"

The little girl was about to reply when a soft voice came from behind her, "Who is the junior sister outside the door, master?"

"No, Senior Sister, it's a man."

"man……?"

Accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, a young Taoist nun with almond eyes and peach cheeks came out.

"You are... little uncle!"

Long Peng was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Martial nephew, where's your master?"

"Master, she has gone out."

Hong Lingbo smiled like spring water, "Junior Martial Uncle, hurry up and talk, that... Junior Sister, hurry up and call someone."

The little girl raised her head suspiciously, saw Long Peng looking at her, then quickly lowered her head, folded her arms and bowed to salute.

"Disciple Lu Wushuang, pay my respects to my little uncle."

"No need to be polite."

Long Peng nodded, showing a clear expression, and followed Hong Lingbo to the door.

"Junior Sister is going to get some tea and pastries bought by Senior Sister."

"Understood, Senior Sister." Lu Wushuang replied, limped towards the backyard, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Little uncle, please sit down, just like your own home, don't be restrained."

Hong Lingbo led Long Peng to the front hall, resting his cheeks in his hands, smiling all over his face, "Little Martial Uncle, why did you leave without saying goodbye last time? Martial Nephew misses you very much when you are gone."

Long Peng rubbed his "temples" and felt a little headache. He just felt that his nephew was really an out-and-out Yangou, with a nympho-like expression on his face.

"Cough cough..."

Long Peng coughed twice, and asked bluntly, "Martial Nephew, you should tell Martial Uncle first, where is your Master? When will you be back?"

Hong Lingbo's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "There is no rush, little uncle, please tell me where you have been these days first, my nephew would like to know."

"This... I went to Dali a few days ago."

"Dali?"

Hong Lingbo's eyes widened, "Little Martial Uncle, I heard that a lot of people died in Dali a while ago, where are you doing if you have nothing to do? Are you not injured?"

(End of this chapter)