Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 34
"You still tell me when your master will come back."

Hong Lingbo's eyes wandered, and he touched his earlobe unnaturally, "Master, she didn't say it clearly, but it shouldn't be too long, why don't you wait, little uncle?"

At this moment, Lu Wushuang came in with a refreshment tray, "Senior Sister..."

"Why are you calling me, pour tea quickly..."

"Oh……"

Lu Wushuang poured tea aggrievedly.

"Thank you."

Long Peng took a sip of tea and asked, "Is this child Lu Zhanyuan's daughter?"

"My junior sister is indeed Lu Zhanyuan's daughter, how did my junior uncle know?"

Long Peng pursed his lips without answering, glanced at Lu Wushuang who had kept his head down, pondered for a while, and asked, "Master Deadwood, do you recognize him?"

"This one……"

Hong Lingbo nodded, feeling puzzled, "Master did fight against a monk named Dead Tree that day, so why do you know that monk, Young Martial Uncle?"

"We do know each other. Please tell me, my nephew, is Master Deadwood alive or dead?"

"Um……"

Hong Lingbo frowned, paced back and forth, as if thinking, "I just heard my uncle mention it, as for the specific situation, I don't know."

Lu Wushuang looked up, "I know."

"you know?"

"I do know. I was playing in the yard that day and saw it through the yard window."

Long Peng squatted down, "Girl, tell me everything, and I will heal your leg."

"real?!"

"I can't lie to a little girl like you."

Hearing this, Lu Wushuang hesitated, "I don't want you to cure my leg."

"Oh……"

Long Peng was slightly surprised, "Then what do you want?"

"I...I want to..."

Lu Wushuang's eyes were full of thoughts, he glanced at Hong Lingbo, and his heart sank, "I want you to be my master, take me away!"

"Oh……"

"Hehe, little girl, you are very smart..."

Long Peng smiled and stretched out his hands to rub Lu Wushuang's hair, his eyes flickered with purple light, "Tell me, is Master Deadwood alive or dead?"

Lu Wu's eyes were purple, his expression gradually became dull, and he said slowly, "Master Deadwood is not dead."

get the answer.

Long Peng blinked, retracted the power of his mind to "Yintang Point", stood up, looked at Hong Lingbo with a surprised expression, "By the way, nephew, do you know if there is a place called Meizhuang near the West Lake?"

Hong Lingbo came back to his senses, "I have indeed heard of this place, it seems to be...in the southwest, that place is close to the mountains, and there are usually no people there."

Long Peng nodded, "Please nephew to lead the way, I'm going to Meizhuang."

"now?"

"Now."

"It's late at night now, little uncle, how about we go tomorrow morning?"

"That's fine, anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

"Okay, little uncle, I'll arrange a guest room for you."

Hong Lingbo smiled all over his eyes, and walked towards the door bouncing around.

late at night.

In the plum courtyard in front of the guest room.

"Do you remember these five moves?"

Lu Wushuang was nervous, at a loss, and stammered, "No...no..."

Long Peng frowned, a little confused, "Is it difficult?"

"The saber technique taught by my junior uncle is too exquisite, my nephew is stupid, please forgive my sin."

"I'll practice again, if you can't remember, then you can't remember."

Long Peng didn't care about it, and then used the saber technique recorded in "Blood Knife Sutra".

All of a sudden, the saber energy was rampant, and the snow-white plum blossoms in the courtyard fell like falling snow, covering the courtyard.

hum-

The circular-arc scimitar hummed unceasingly, and a sharp and sharp saber aura drew thin and deep writing on the ground.

"The writing on the ground is the mind, let's be clear."

Casually inserting Lu Wushuang's scimitar into the ground, Long Peng turned and returned to the room.

in the courtyard.

Lu Wushuang was still a little dazed, and waited until he realized that he hurriedly looked at the handwriting on the ground, and recited it attentively, for fear of missing half a word.

In the early morning of the next day, Long Peng got up, and just opened the door, he saw Lu Wushuang still standing in the yard.

"This... It seems that this little girl really hates my senior sister..."

"Disciple pays respects to my junior uncle."

When Lu Wushuang heard the movement, he immediately stepped on the writing on the ground, and he was relieved when he realized that it was Long Peng.

"There's no need to be too polite, you go and inform Ling Bo that we're leaving now."

"Yes."

Long Peng nodded, and moved to the front hall. After a while, he saw Hong Lingbo, but...

Hong Lingbo's originally ruddy and dewy face was covered with pale rouge, and a layer of bright red rouge was applied. The blood red smeared on his small mouth, he could smell a strong fragrance across the long canopy.

Long Peng's eyebrows twitched together, and he took half a step back, "Ling Bo, what are you doing dressed up like this?"

"It looks good, little uncle, don't I look good?" Hong Lingbo happily turned around.

"This one……"

Long Peng pinched the corners of his eyebrows, "Lingbo, let's be normal."

"No, little uncle, am I not good-looking like this?"

Long Peng thought about how to be more tactful, and finally sighed, "It's really not very optimistic, Ling Bo, you should go wash it."

When Hong Lingbo heard this, his expression immediately collapsed, and he lost all fighting spirit.

"I know, little master..."

noon.

Hong Lingbo stopped, pointed to a Zhuangzi in front of him and said, "Little Martial Uncle, the place in front should be Meizhuang."

There are many plum blossoms planted beside the wall of the Zhuangzi, the red plums and white plums are in full bloom, and the faint fragrance permeates the air, which is refreshing.

"Let me do it..."

There was an indifferent killing intent in Long Peng's eyes, and he said lightly, "Nephew, you have nothing to do, just go back."

Hong Lingbo was stunned for a moment, "Little Martial Uncle, what are you doing here?"

"kill!"

As soon as he finished his words, he saw the sword light flickering, and the tightly closed vermilion gate was cut open.

"who!"

A handsome young man with a long sword came out and stared at Long Peng coldly.

"You should be 'One Word Electric Sword' Ding Jian, right?"

"It is indeed Ding Jian."

Ding Jian cupped his hands slightly, and asked again, "Who is your Excellency, why did you destroy the gate of my Meizhuang for no reason?"

"Long is here to ask for trouble."

"Um……?"

Hearing this, Ding Jian couldn't help but frowned, and was even more surprised, "Your Excellency is quite courageous, and what you said is quite rampant."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's do it."

But seeing Long Peng rushing out with a sword, he resisted Ding Jian's face in his breath, the dazzling cold light made him squint his eyes.

"What a fast sword!"

Hearing the sound of "choking——", Ding Jian drew his sword to resist, swung his long sword horizontally, and there was a soft chirping sound, Long Peng felt a long lightning flash before his eyes, very fast.

This Ding Jian has been in seclusion in Meizhuang for more than ten years, and he has not let go of his kung fu back then. Every move of this "one-character electric sword" is like lightning across the sky. timid.

At this moment when he unleashed his sword technique, in an instant, the sky was filled with electric light, dazzling people's eyes, and for a while, he forced Long Peng to retreat again and again.

Hong Lingbo was dumbfounded when he saw it a long time ago, and when he saw that Long Peng was only defending but not attacking, he muttered to himself, "Why do I see that my little uncle is about to be slapped in the face..."

(End of this chapter)