After walking for half a day, we saw the towering city wall.
Ningzhou Prefecture, and Shuicheng.
This city got its name because it is close to Nanshui Lake, the largest lake in Kyushu.
Under Murong Yunxiu's guidance, the carriage did not enter the city, but headed along the city wall to the northern suburbs of the city.
After traveling for about ten miles, the carriage stopped in front of a tall vermilion gate.
When I looked up, I saw a large plaque with gold characters on a red background hanging high on the lintel of the door, with four words written on it - Murong with the Golden Sword.
Looking at this amazingly large house, Su Wangting nodded slightly, secretly thinking that it was much more impressive than the Su family compound.
Jin Dao Murong is the leading noble family in Ningzhou.
Each city in Ningzhou has its own pawnshops, restaurants, gambling houses, tobacco shops and other industries. It has strong strength and a wide network of red and black people.
It is said that the swordsmanship inherited from his family originated from Tieshan Temple, one of the four major sects, and he followed the path of great openness and fierceness, which few among the four famous sects could rival.
Su Wangting was taken to a fine guest room. Murong Yunxiu personally ordered his servants to fetch hot water and brought him a pair of exquisite new clothes. He also sent two maids with careful hands and feet to wash and trim his hair.
By the time Murong Yunxiu came back after seeing her father, it was already dark. She saw the two maids walking out of Su Wangting's guest room in a hurry. Both of them had a look of shame and joy on their faces, and they were chatting in soft voices.
Seeing this, Murong Yunxiu frowned slightly and asked, "Have you washed yourself, Yishi Xu? What happy event has happened to you two?"
The maid panicked and replied: "No...no happy event, I just saw...saw..."
"What did you see?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a jade-faced man pushing out the door of the guest room.
Murong Yunxiu was stunned for a moment.
Such exquisite facial features should not appear on a man's face.
If it weren't for the heroic spirit revealed in those eyes, this person would be completely indistinguishable from male to female.
Murong Yunxiu was already a famous beauty within hundreds of miles around. Even among the ladies from all the prominent families in Ningzhou, no one could compete with her for beauty. But she never expected that the object of her jealousy for the first time in her life would actually be her.
It's a man.
This person is Xu Jiangsheng, who is called a beggar by the Nanshui Gang?
Completely different people!
At this time, Su Wangting cupped his hands to Murong Yunxiu and said, "Thank you for the hospitality. Miss Murong has been waiting for a long time."
Only then did Murong Yunxiu come back to his senses, and hurriedly retracted his dull eyes: "Ah... and... I haven't been waiting for long. Please allow Yishi Xu to follow me to the main hall. My father has prepared a small amount of wine and wants to express his gratitude to the Yishi in person."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome."
In the main hall, Murong Jie, the head of the Murong family, has been waiting for a long time.
The fact that his only son was saved was a great event for him and the Murong family, so he put down his illustrious figure and personally ordered a banquet to wait for his benefactor.
After Murong Yunxiu's introduction, Su Wangting and Murong Jie exchanged polite greetings.
After drinking for three rounds, Murong Jie cupped his fists and said, "Yishi Xu, this time Quanzi was inexplicably humiliated by the Nanshui Gang and even nearly died. Logically speaking, I should take someone to find them and ask for an explanation."
Su Wangting put down his wine glass and said, "It's time to go. Are there any difficulties?"
Murong Jie drank a drink by himself and sighed: "If it were another gang, our Golden Sword Murong could kill them all overnight. But this Nanshui Gang does not dare to act rashly."
"Oh? There are many experts in the Nanshui Gang?"
Murong Jie shook his head
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: "No, it's just a mob. What the righteous people don't know is that Cuiyou Valley, one of the four major sects, is not far from here, and the Nanshui Gang is the lackey of Cuiyou Valley. If there are some small things that are inconvenient to come forward in person on weekdays, Cuiyou Valley will
Yougu always instructs the Nanshui Gang to deal with it on their behalf, so the Cuiyougu is actually the backer of the Nanshui Gang, and people in the Jianghu generally don't dare to act rashly against it."
Su Wangting nodded repeatedly: "With the support of the martial arts sect, no matter how strong the local aristocratic family is, it is reasonable for them not to dare to act rashly."
When Murong Yunxiu heard this, he said angrily: "Not only was my brother almost killed this time, but I was also treated lightly by their words. Father, can this be the end of it?"
Seeing that Murong Jie was choked by his daughter's question, Su Wangting hurriedly excused Murong Jie and said: "I understand that Miss Murong is angry, but your father runs such a large family, so he has to be careful and not act on impulse."
Murong Jie said solemnly: "What Xu Yishi said is exactly my problem. If there are not so many people below who follow my father to earn a living, then there is no need for Yun Xiu to say more. My father has already gone to settle the accounts with the Nanshui Gang!
!Forget it, let’s not mention this matter for now. As a father, you have to decide what you should do. Let’s talk about it later!”
Murong Yunxiu nodded slightly and gave his father a glass of wine: "Yes, my daughter knows."
At this time, Murong Jie looked at Su Wangting with a half-smile but not a smile: "However, speaking of my son being mistaken for the Jade-faced Demon Sword, I think that the face of a righteous man is worthy of the word 'Jade Face'."
"..." Su Wangting smiled awkwardly and was speechless.
Murong Jie glanced at the long sword at his waist: "Oh? Righteous men also use swords? Could it be that you are the real jade-faced demon sword, Su Wangting?"
"This...Senior Murong clearly knows that this junior's surname is Xu. This long knife was given to me by an old friend. I cherish it very much, so I carry it with me." Su Wangting panicked with a guilty conscience.
"Hahaha, there's no need to be nervous, righteous man, I'm just joking!!" Murong Jie laughed and touched Su Wangting's wine glass, "Then may I ask what kind of weapon Xu righteous man used?"
Su Wangting drank a glass of wine with a smile and replied: "I'm... the one who uses the gun."
This time Su Wangting didn't completely lie. He did know his own Fengming marksmanship.
"Gun??" Murong Jie seemed to be interested, "In addition to the sword skills inherited from my family, I also have a lot of research on various marksmanship. Can you ask a righteous man to show his skills?"
"This..." Su Wangting rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "But this junior didn't go out with a spear."
"Hahaha, why is this so difficult!!"
As he spoke, Murong Jie waved his hand, and the servant quickly brought over a silver spear.
Murong Yunxiu quickly took it and held it in front of Su Wangting himself.
"Justice, please!"
Su Wangting stared at the spear in front of him for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Okay! It just so happens that I haven't used this style of marksmanship for a long time, so I'm a bit itchy!"
Taking the spear, Su Wangting strode out of the main hall, held the spear behind him in one hand, made a finger, and stood sideways in the center of the courtyard.
"It's embarrassing!"
As a soft drink sounded, the spear danced away like a willow swinging in the strong wind.
For a moment, all I could hear was the rustling of branches and leaves on the trees in the courtyard, the passing of spears, and the roar of the wind.
I saw Su Wangting's agile steps and elegant figure. Sometimes the spear in his hand was like a white snake spitting out a message, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the water; the silver spear was flying up and down like a dancing pear blossom.
Murong Yunxiu looked at such a heroic figure and became crazy.
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After finishing all the marksmanship, Murong Jie immediately burst into applause.
"Good marksmanship! I'm not flattering you. Although my Murong family's swordsmanship is somewhat famous in the world, if I were to face Xu Yishi's marksmanship, I'm afraid I wouldn't have much chance of winning!"
"Senior is so complimentary."
Murong Jie pointed at the silver spear and said: "Since I didn't take my own spear with me when I went out, I will give this silver spear to the righteous man. When a righteous man is walking out, it would be good to have a handy weapon by his side."
Murong Yunxiu also echoed: "What my father said is absolutely true. Although you have a long sword at your waist, you have never practiced sword skills. If you encounter a well-matched opponent, you will be killed without the weapon you have.
Big loss."
Su Wangting thought for a while, and that was fine.
Now that I am being rewarded by Tianlan Peak, if I use a knife frequently, I am afraid that sooner or later, someone will find out my identity.
It's better to use a gun.
The Fengming marksmanship inherited from my family is not weak, and secondly it can be used to conceal my identity. It is indeed suitable.
Su Wangting did a gun dance and looked up and down at the silver gun in his hand: "This is really a good gun! That junior would be... disrespectful."
Murong Jie stroked his beard and laughed: "If you are a righteous man who is not in a hurry to leave, I would like to keep you here for a few more days. How about you show me a few tricks in your spare time and let me appreciate your marksmanship?"
The person holding the hand was short-handed, so Su Wangting had no choice but to comply.
Murong Yunxiu was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered the maid to get a brand new bedding and send it to Su Wangting's guest room.
Just after breakfast on the second day, Murong Jie summoned Su Wangting with great interest to discuss skills with him.
Su Wangting readily agreed.
But as soon as the two of them started to stand up, they saw the housekeeper running over in a panic.
Murong Jie's face was full of displeasure at being disturbed. He put the big sword in his hand back into the scabbard and asked impatiently: "Why are you so alarmed?"
The butler replied out of breath: "Back...back to Master, Ge Song, the deacon elder of Cuiyou Valley, is here to visit."
Murong Jie was shocked when he heard this.
"Cuiyougu?? My Murong family and Cuiyougu have never had any contact, why did you suddenly come here?"
Su Wangting asked: "Never have any contact?"
Murong Jie stared at the ground blankly and shook his head slowly: "We have never been together. I know Ge Song. He is one of the four deacons and elders of Cuiyou Valley."
"Oh? As far as I know, these famous sects never pay attention to local aristocratic families. You said that your Murong family has never had any contact with them, but you sent a high-ranking elder to visit? Strange thing
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Murong Jie took a breath: "Could it be...that you injured that Nanshui Gang gangster when you were a righteous man who saved me as a child?"
Su Wangting frowned when he heard this: "If you are really here for this matter, you can't escape it! Since I was the one who hurt you, I will accompany you to see the elder."
Murong Jie waved his hands repeatedly: "No! If this is really the reason, how could I give away the benefactor of the Murong family! Righteous soldier, please leave through the side door quickly, I will go and meet the elder myself!"
Su Wangting cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior, for your kindness. But I never like to owe favors, let alone cause trouble to others."
After saying that, Su Wangting looked at the butler: "Where is the visitor?"
The butler hurriedly replied: "Drinking tea in the main hall."
"Walk!"
Su Wangting actually took the lead and left.
"A righteous man, don't be impulsive! Hey, he is young and energetic after all..." Murong Jie stamped his feet and hurriedly chased after him.