Tales of Jianghu

Ling Qiu smiled as he observed the situation. He understood the meaning behind his words as he said, "Almsgiver Murong, please do not doubt me. This old man has a few words to discuss with Great Hero Pan. Go and stay for yourself, Master Murong."

Murong Duo thought to himself: "The situation right now is as if it's turned upside down. I've heard that the old monk has a merciful heart. Since he has no intention of making things difficult for me, it's exactly right for me." Without a doubt in his heart, he waved his sword and faced the world martial artist. He could not help but become cold and collected his sword and said, "Since Master has opened his mouth, Murong will take his leave."

He unsheathed his sword out of nowhere, not knowing where the sword had come from. At this moment, he drew back his sword at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the sword disappeared from where Ye Zhi Chun and the others were.

But seeing that he had no place to hide his thin body and no one knew where he was hiding his three foot long sword, Murong Duo felt that something was off as he quickly left the forest and entered the city.

Ling Qiu held onto Xiao Yunzi with one hand and said, "Great Hero Pan, please speak with this old monk in the forest."

The free and unrestrained child felt that his hands were as weak as an ordinary person's, and laughed: "Great monk, how dare you disobey my invitation? "Please!" The two of them floated away.

Ye Zichun turned around to face the members of the Saber Sect and sneered, "Isn't Sect Leader Wang trying to determine the victor? "Since he has already left, there's no point in choosing between the two. Now it just so happens that we can have a spar."

Wang Lun's plan had failed. How could he offend the government? Besides, Ye Zichun was not a kind person. He immediately laughed, bowed his head, and said, "I am a wild grass, how could the Star Flame dare to compete with the Sun and the Moon? Victory or defeat will be decided in a moment of mockery, please forgive me. "

"There are so many bandits tonight," thought Ye, "and we need to arrange a net to capture them. We can't tear ourselves apart like this." He said coldly, "Sure, sure!"

Wang Lun was obviously displeased to see him act so arrogantly and coldly. He thought to himself, "When the time is right and the time is ripe, even the Emperor himself dares to drag Long Ting down. Do you really think that we, the noble Duke's Mansion, are afraid of the Saber Sect?" However, he didn't want to cause any more trouble at the moment. He waved his long saber and led the way back to the city.

Ye Zichun considered the fact that both the elder and the Spirit Hill master were apparently martial arts experts. If he could convince them to work for the imperial government and capture the traitors, then it would be a sure win. The military men listened to his orders and walked towards the forest. They wanted to see if they could get away, even if it was dangerous. Even if they couldn't beat him, they would have to forgive themselves if they wanted to escape.

After entering the forest, the scenery in front of him widened. What a huge grassland. At that time, the sky was bright and the forest was empty. Although he had followed closely behind, the two of them had already disappeared. Ye Zichun rushed out of the forest. As far as the eye could see, all he could see was the vast wilderness. He didn't know where the two of them had gone.

Just as he was looking ahead, he suddenly heard shouts and shouts coming from the other side of the forest. Ye Zichun only said that those from the Prince's Mansion's blade faction had returned. He immediately jumped back and saw a few military men holding a child, shouting loudly.

A military man saw Ye Zichun and reported, "Senior envoy, this child was sneaking around behind a tree just now. I suspect that he is a spy from the Prince's Mansion. Capture him and ask him for questioning." It was the child he had met in the temple last night. He waved his hand to signal for Leng Qing to be released.

Although Leng Qing was not as vicious as Murong Duo, he was still in excruciating pain. However, as he recalled the story Di Qing had told him when they parted ways, a heroic spirit rose in his heart. He clenched his teeth tightly and refused to beg for mercy.

Seeing that he was so stubborn at such a young age, the military man praised, "Good boy!" A kick lightly landed on his butt as he jokingly scolded, "Scram!" Although it was only a light kick, it was still enough to cause Leng Qing to fall to the ground. When he stabilized his body, the soldiers and men had already clustered around Ye Zichun as they headed towards the city to meet up with Murong Duo.

Leng Qing was quite unlucky. Although he and Di Qing had parted ways in an open and straightforward manner, he had walked for some time without knowing where he had gone. He had heard the crowd's noise and had hidden away, not wanting to be humiliated like this. He wanted to go into the city but was afraid of encountering any more fierce men. He thought that once they had gone far enough, it would not be too late for him to find a mound of earth to sit down on.

The morning breeze was somewhat cool, causing the cold green hair to shudder. It reminded him of the method of resisting the cold.

He sat down cross-legged and followed the instructions of the old monk. A gentle force rose from his dantian and slowly covered his entire body. He gradually felt the cold and the irritation in his chest disappeared as his mind became calm.

After repeating it for a few times, Leng Qing felt refreshed. She stopped and jumped up. She was happy that she would never have to fear the cold again. It was a wonderful thing.

Back in the city, the morning sun shined on the smoke rising from the cooking smoke rising from all the houses in the city. The streets and alleys were filled with the smell of food. It was the time for breakfast.

Although Leng Qing had just eaten dry food with Di Qing and was smelling the fragrance of the food, she couldn't help but feel a little hungry. Seeing that there were few people on the street, she lowered her head and walked home quickly.

Just as he was about to leave, a foot stuck out from the corner of the alleyway, making him stumble. A voice lazily said, "Leng Qing, look at your dirty appearance, don't tell me you want to join us beggars?"

When Leng Qing heard this, she was overjoyed. She called out, "Brother Liu San!" Suddenly, his nose turned sour, and he could no longer hold back his grief. He cried, "Stinky beggar, my father is dead, I have no more home!"

Nangong He was dressed in quail clothes and was still looking like a slovenly and lazy man, Liu San.

Ever since that night when the free and unrestrained child went to the Tong Palace to recuperate and heal his injuries, before Nangong He could ask for guidance, the free and unrestrained child actually wanted to teach him martial arts. Nangong He was naturally overjoyed.

He had been practicing martial arts in seclusion for the past few years, and he had already reached a certain level of mastery in martial arts. That carefree child was a grandmaster of martial arts in this era. With just a few words, not a single one of them was not a bottleneck that Nangong He had struggled to break through while cultivating.

Nangong He had been training diligently for the past two days. Of the two of them, one was a master teacher and the other was a disciple. Even though they only had two days, it was equivalent to ten years of hard work for an ordinary person.

The sun had yet to rise, but the unscrupulous son ordered the disciples of the poor family to call for Nangong He, as if there were other troubles to worry about. After muttering to himself for a while, he said, "Clan Leader Nangong, my injuries are already fine, I'm afraid I'll need to go to the capital for a period of time. Before I leave, I still have a matter to ask of you to do my best."

Nangong He bowed and said, "Senior has something to ask of us. No matter how difficult it is, our sect will do our best to accomplish this mission. I don't know what senior is asking of me, please enlighten me. Being afraid that this junior will be unscrupulous is rare. If I were to make a mistake, it would be difficult for me to give up on my guilt even if I were to die. " He understood why this old man took the initiative to teach him. It turned out that he had something to ask of him. He must have been worried that he did not have enough martial arts skills and was afraid of causing trouble.

"Don't worry, it's not that hard for me. I just need your help to protect the family of an old friend of mine in Luoyang. I was living in seclusion in Hangzhou for the sake of this old friend of mine a few years ago." Who do you think my old friend is? He is a renowned figure in the world. "

Nangong He saw his solemn and respectful face and was curious in his heart. He thought to himself, "Even an expert from the outside world like the Free and Unrestrained Child would speak of this old friend with reverence and respect. To actually be able to protect the size of his family, this old friend is definitely not ordinary." With a stern expression, he asked, "May I ask who is this senior who can convince you like this?"

"There are officials who are willing to stand at the top of the stairs, but are unable to get up."

Nangong He was emotionally moved, "To be unable to get up from the balcony, Master Kou!"

"There are officials standing at attention, unable to get up from the balcony." The meaning of this sentence was to praise the emperor for being a clean and honest official, but the prime minister had no private residence.

That Kou was definitely a woman and child, a person who knew every word. Because he was upright and clean, he did not work in private for thirty years.

The great poet Wei Ye gave a praising poem, "There is an official who is extremely loyal and has no way to get up from the balcony." As a result, he was known as "Hubby of Towers of Lodge", a household name.

"Yes," said the man. After being friends with Kou Pingzhong for a few decades, he was framed by a traitor during his prime. As such, he was responsible for protecting the safety of his family. However, this old man has urgent matters to attend to in the capital, so I will have to trouble your esteemed self to take care of this matter of protecting the family of my friend. "

Nangong He agreed and said, "Even if senior has no orders, how can you not protect the door of loyalty?" He immediately asked for directions to the Ming Kou Manor, and ordered the two old enemies to gather the best of the branch disciples, and send them to ambush and protect them.

The carefree child saw how quick and decisive his actions were. He raised his thumb and praised him, "This old man is not mistaken. The Sect Leader Nangong is indeed worth entrusting."

Nangong He knew that this old man had left on purpose, and thought of the grace of passing down his art for two days, he bent down and expressed his gratitude, "This junior's family's twenty-eight hands, 'Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist', was passed down from a senior monk from the previous generation in the Mausoleum of Sea, Zen Master Fu Hu. In the past two days, senior has given me some pointers that allowed me to understand the things that I have not been able to understand. This sort of kindness, Nangong He will never forget it for the rest of his life. "

The carefree person picked up Nangong He and said, "The Nangong family's twenty-eight moves, 'Subduing Tiger Arhat Fist' and 'Thirty-two Cloud Dragon Blade', can be said to be the twin of martial arts. It's just that they are lacking in details.

He changed his tone and said coolly, "Even so, hehe, there are no heroes in this world that can match up in strength." His words were filled with pride. With that, the unfettered child laughed and left the room.

Being an extraordinary person, Nangong He was also an outspoken and straightforward person. Thus, they were naturally not different from one another. After another two hours of hard training, he led the disciples of the Qiong Clan who were waiting at the Branch Sect to come out. Who would have known that they would run into Leng Qing?

Hearing the news of Old Lord Leng's death, he could not help but be taken aback. He stood up and asked: "Your father is dead? What happened? "