Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

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　　Ying Yu's demeanor is outstanding, the white clothes are better than the snow, and the superb posture of crossing the sky and crossing the sky, spanning more than ten feet, falls into the eyes of these old ladies and maids in Mantuo Villa, and they are suspected of being exiled. Stay for a while.

　　However, what Ying Yu said shocked all these people, and a sword-wielding maidservant roared and scolded Ying Yu.

　　"Ha ha."

　　Ying Yu lightly tapped her feet and used her high-level skills, turning her entire body into an incomprehensible white shadow that shuttled among these maids.

　　It is true that Li Qingluo has a rich family and is the daughter of a martial arts master, but she herself does not like martial arts, let alone the people under her.

　　One by one, the maids and old wives of the congenital genus, who are not as good as the day after tomorrow, just felt the flowers before their eyes, and they were fixed in their original places.

　　A famous maid stood neatly on both sides of Ying Yu, as if lined up to greet him.

　　Boom!

　　The painting boat docked, and the heavy painting boat made a dull sound.

　　"Pavilion Lord!"

　　"Yinglang!"

　　Thirty men on Ying Yu's painting boat, together with Murong Qiudi, disembarked and came to him.

　　Among them, Murong Qiudi's bright eyes could see from a distance that it projected the direction of Yanziwu, which was a strip of water from Mantuo Mountain Villa.

　　The Murong clan all have a family, and after all, the head of the family in Gusu, Murong Bo, should be her cousin!

　　"He Fang thief, how dare you come here to be presumptuous!"

　　Ying Yu and his party went ashore, and the owner of Mantuo Villa, Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo, who heard the movement, rushed out with dozens of maids.

　　Ying Yu saw Li Qingluo who was running at the front at a glance. Her appearance was seven or eight points similar to Li Canghai, except that she didn't have the sweet little dimples on Li Canghai's face. She was wearing a goose yellow silk shirt with a graceful appearance.

　　At the age of thirty or forty, condensing the richest charm of a woman, like a jar of fine wine, it is more attractive than Li Canghai, who seems to be in his early twenties.

　　The jade palm held a gleaming sword, the lustrous jade teeth bit the cherry lips, and the beautiful eyes shot out anger.

　　When Ying Yu looked at Li Qingluo, Li Qingluo also saw that his subordinates were all tapped on the acupoints.

　　"It's you, dare to claim to be the uncle of the old lady!"

　　Ying Yu's demeanor is too outstanding, standing among a group of unremarkable subordinates, standing out like a standout.

　　Li Qingluo was shocked by the sword, and she used the power of the innate realm. The sword pointed directly at Ying Yu and shouted angrily.

　　"If you claim to be, you have to ask your aunt Li Canghai!"

　　Being pointed at by Li Qingluo's sword, Ying Yu was not angry, she took out the letter from Li Canghai to Li Qingluo from her arms, flicked her wrist, and flew towards the other party.

　　Lift weights lightly, and be smart!

　　Li Qingluo's martial arts are not very good, but his eyesight is very good. He recognizes that the opponent's martial arts are extraordinary, and he doesn't even waste a bit of skill in his gestures.

　　In addition, Ying Yu knew the name of her aunt whom she hadn't seen for twenty years, so she couldn't help but believe it.

　　Li Qingluo grabbed the envelope, tore open the seal, and took out the letter to look at it.

　　After not seeing Li Canghai's handwriting for many years, Li Qingluo almost forgot Li Canghai's handwriting, but the letter mentioned some secrets that only their family knew, plus the graceful and neat handwriting, focusing on the identity of the person who came, the man of the aunt , Ying Yu, the master of Tiandao Pavilion.

　　Ying Yu, the master of Tiandao Pavilion?

　　Knowing the identity of this uncle, Li Qingluo's eyes were full of blue veins, and her aunt actually found such a man.

　　It seems that it is really quiet and thoughtful, and I want to try the addiction of being a queen!

　　"It turned out to be my uncle, and my nephew pays respect to my uncle!"

　　After reading Li Canghai's letter for a long time, Li Qingluo woke up from the shock, her bright and beautiful face put on a sweet smile, and she was blessed.

　　"It's all a family, don't be too polite!"

　　ps: It's the last three hours of this month, asking for flowers, tips, subscriptions, monthly tickets, very evaluation tickets, Blood Moon likes everything, and needs everyone's support! .

Chapter 88

　　"You are my aunt's husband, my great-uncle?"

　　In the Mantuo Villa, a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old in a snow-white dress and picturesque eyes, blinked her eyes that were not stained with dust, and looked at Ying Yu curiously. Her voice was as crisp as an oriole.

　　Great-aunt?

　　Ying Yu looked at this ignorant girl with a feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.Calling him like that makes him old.

　　Even if in fact, he is more than [-] years old this year, the other's eighteen generations of ancestors are too young for him to be eighteen generations of grandsons.

　　"Just call me Pavilion Master Ying."

　　Ying Yu took a deep breath and said nothing.

　　"If that's the case, I'll call you that too!" Before Wang Yuyan could reply, Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo said with a smile.

　　Li Qingluo felt strange to call a young man in his early twenties his uncle.

　　"Yes!" Ying Yu did not insist on his seniority.

　　"Pavilion Master, and this Murong girl, Yuyan, sit down!"

　　Everyone was in a waterside pavilion in Mantuo Villa, the sun was already in the west, and the lake was glowing with golden light.

　　On a mahogany table, there are all kinds of dishes, which fly in the sky, swim in the water, and run on the ground.

　　Now, everyone took their seats.

　　Murong girl?

　　Wang Yuyan, who is beautiful and refined and does not eat human fireworks, looked at Murong Qiudi beside Ying Yu curiously.

　　The word Murong reminded her of her cousin!

　　"Pavilion Master, Miss Murong, please!"

　　The graceful Li Qingluo raised the wine glass and motioned to Ying Yu and Murong Qiudi.

　　"Please!"

　　Ying Yu also raised the wine glass and toasted with Li Qingluo, her jade fingers as white as spring onions fell on Ying Yu's lustrous palm.

　　At the moment of physical contact, Li Qingluo felt fiery for no reason and hurriedly avoided it.

　　Gollum!

　　The eighteen-year-old daughter, Hong, has a mellow taste in her mouth, and it brings a hot feeling across her throat.

　　"Miss Wang, why are you looking at me like that'~?"

　　A glass of wine cleared the way and dispelled the rustling.

　　Murong Qiudi was born in a family of martial arts, so she was not afraid of drinking, and chatted with Li Qingluo.

　　From the variety of datura flowers, the method of planting, to what kind of soil is most suitable for growing datura flowers, and even some lost breeding methods.

　　Murong Qiudi showed off her family's erudition, and only used most of the incense sticks to successfully dispel Li Qingluo's looming hostility when she was paying attention to her, bringing them closer.

　　However, the ignorant Wang Yuyan kept her eyes on her secretly, which aroused Murong Qiudi's curiosity.

　　"Miss Murong," Wang Yuyan said with a shy blush on her tender and jade-white cheeks, "I want to ask you, what is your relationship with my uncle and cousin's family?"

　　"Yuyan!" Li Qingluo scolded displeasedly.

　　Murong Qiudi didn't take it seriously and said, "Sister Li, there are not many Murong surnames, so it's no wonder Miss Wang is curious. To be honest, the little girl was born in Murong Villa, and she and Gusu Murong should have been in a family five hundred years ago. Bar!"

　　"I see."

　　Li Qingluo came from an extraordinary background. Anyone who really thought that she could only grow mandala flowers would be a big fool.

　　He usually had a lot of contacts with Gusu City and even a few big businessmen in the Great Song Dynasty. When he learned of Murong Qiudi's background, his eyes flashed.

　　"Murong Bo is Qiu Di's distant cousin." Ying Yu took a chopstick of fish and put it in his mouth, chewing.

　　"Miss Murong," Wang Yuyan was surprised when she learned that Murong Qiudi actually had such a relationship with that majestic uncle, "Then will you go see my uncle? When you go, remember to call me, I will I haven't seen my cousin in months!"

　　In other words, Murong Qiudi had seen through Wang Yuyan's character, otherwise Wang Yuyan's words would be enough to offend her!

　　"Yuyan, don't mess around!" Li Qingluo scolded her beloved daughter.

　　Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Meet Murong Bo? No need. Gusu Murong has nothing to do with my Murong Villa. This time, the reason why I am here is to accompany Ying Lang!"

　　As he said that, he looked at Ying Yu with affection in his eyes, a look that could only hold the other person in his eyes.

　　Is that so?

　　Hearing Murong Qiudi's words, Wang Yuyan pouted, unable to hide her disappointment.

　　"Yuyan," Li Qingluo hurriedly changed the subject for fear of her daughter saying something that shouldn't be said, "If you are really idle and bored, take Pavilion Master Ying to read a book in Langhuan Yudong tomorrow."

　　"My daughter knows." Wang Yuyan agreed somewhat gloomily.

　　"Thank you!"

　　Ying Yu looked at Li Qingluo with a trace of sincere gratitude in her eyes.

　　His accumulation is enough for the obsession with the pursuit of perfection.

　　Just flip through the martial arts cheats collected by the Xiaoyao School in the Jade Cave of Langhuan, and you can complete the last piece of the puzzle.

　　Li Qingluo said gently: "It's all a family, so why thank you."

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　　At the same time, Yanziwu.

　　The name of Yanziwu is taken from the Dayan Dynasty established by the ancestors of the Murong clan.

　　The four generals under the leadership of Murong Bo and his son each lead one of the four villages.

　　Deng Baichuan is the owner of Qingyun Village, Gong Yeqian is the owner of Chixia Village, Baodi is the owner of Jinfeng Village, and Feng Boe is the owner of Xuanshuang Village.

　　The four affiliated villages where the four generals lived were guarded by Murong's father and son's participating villages.

　　Shenhezhuang lobby.

　　The clever maid lit a candle, reflecting Murong Bo's slightly sinister face.