After staying in Huashan Zhengqixuan for three days, that is, the day after receiving the martial arts rubbing, Master Dingxian bid farewell to Yue Buqun.
Zheng Gui carried the sandalwood box on his back and followed the two senior sisters out of the Huashan station. Yue Buqun, who was wearing a white shirt with blue stripes, took Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong out to see them off.
Zheng Gui took a few steps and turned to see Linghu Chong running back to the door with little Yue Lingshan who was only three or four years old. He smiled softly and sighed in his heart: Yue Lingshan grew up in Huashan since she was a child. She is simple and ignorant. If she had married Linghu Chong early, it would be too late.
That’s it…
It's a pity that he met Lin Pingzhi who had ulterior motives. His own father Yue Buqun was willing to watch his daughter being fished away in order to obtain the evil-proof swordsmanship. It was really pitiful...
The Huashan sect obtained the lost sword technique more than ten years in advance. Within ten years, the martial arts of Yue Buqun and his wife will surely improve. I wonder if Lao Yue will be willing to let his daughter be used as bait when faced with the evil sword manual in the future...
After leaving Huashan, Zheng Gui, Master Dingxian and Master Dingjing wanted to return to Hengshan more conveniently, so Zheng Gui stepped in and bought three horses at the Huayin County Fair. The three of them made do with it and rode back.
The journey from Huashan to Tongguan was easy, but when we took a boat ride from Tongguan Pier to Fenglingdu, it suddenly started to snow again.
At this time, the sky was dark and it was already three o'clock in the morning. Zheng Gui saw that there were few pedestrians in the market town of Fenglingdu. There were several horse and carriage shops, inns and wine shops not far away with cloth banners hanging on them. He turned around and said: "Zhang
Senior Sister Men, let’s rest at Fenglingdu tonight and start our journey again early tomorrow morning, right?”
Master Dingxian said calmly: "Longkou Temple is still seventy or eighty miles away. It's too late today, so let's stay here."
Dingjing and Dingxian are veterans who have traveled around the world for decades and are very familiar with Fenglingdu. They immediately pointed to the shop in the distance with a dilapidated tea flag and said: "That is Zhu Laosi's shop. He and his wife
The hands and feet are diligent, the food is clean, and more importantly, it is respectful to us monks, so go there."
On the way back and forth, Zheng Gui followed the two senior sisters and learned a lot about the taboos and rules of traveling in the world. He also got to know each place. After hearing this, he immediately walked two steps quickly and opened the door in front of the tea shop.
The tea shop only sells some refreshments and turbid wine, but business is not good at night. In addition, after the river is closed in the cold winter, Fenglingdu has also entered the off-season of the year, and there are not many pedestrians all day long.
So when Zheng Gui and the others entered the store, they saw that the huge shop was empty. When they heard a commotion, a short middle-aged man came out of the counter.
When he raised his head and saw Master Dingxian and Master Dingjing, the man's face lit up and he hurriedly bowed and said: "It's Master Dingxian and Master Dingjing from Hengshan. This must be Zen Master Ding, you three."
Why are you here? Please sit down quickly..."
The man in the corner greeted the three of them to sit down. The man turned to the backyard and shouted: "Auntie, Auntie! Come and see the Master of Hengshan!"
After a rustling sound, the curtain of the backyard door was opened, and a thin maid walked in, walked quickly to Dingxian, knelt down, and said incomprehensibly: "Three masters..."
Master Dingxian hurriedly leaned over to help the maid up, then politely asked the couple to sit down, and asked about the situation in recent years.
Zhu Laosi and his wife just said nice things. Without saying a few words, Zhu Laosi suddenly slapped his thigh and said in surprise: "Master Tai and the Zen Master must not have eaten yet. Auntie, go and prepare a fast meal, and eat the dried bamboo shoots and mushrooms."
used……"
The woman hurriedly agreed and went to the kitchen. Zhu Laosi went to make a pot of hot tea and filled it for Zheng Gui and the others. Then he apologized and went to help in the kitchen.
After a while, Zhu Laosi and his wife presented a table of soup and rice. Winter vegetables are rare, but there are four or five kinds of fungi mixed with yam slices and stir-fried, as well as cabbage and tofu soup, mixed with shredded winter melon, bean paste, pickles, etc.
, there is a large pot of yellow rice on the corner of the table.
Although there are only vegetarian dishes on the table, they are quite rich in the depth of winter.
After Master Dingxian and Master Dingjing thanked them, they began to eat slowly. Zheng Gui had been practicing swordsmanship and martial arts on the road, so he was the hungriest, and he ate the fastest. He ate three bowls of rice in a matter of seconds.
After the meal, the three of them thanked each other and went to the guest room in the backyard to rest under the guidance of Zhu Laosi and his wife. As the house was low but neat, Zhu Laosi even spent a lot of money to light a charcoal pot in the room.
Heating, even Zheng Gui was moved by the couple's salute, and he planned to leave more money when he left.
After a simple wash, Zheng Gui went to bed in his middle coat. Suddenly he heard a noise outside in the middle of the night. He woke up immediately and jumped up from the bed. Zheng Gui jumped out of bed lightly and stood behind the door in a short step.
Listen quietly.
The noise was heard far away, and it seemed to be coming from the wine shop and inn at the ferry.
"Could it be that thieves came to rob us?"
Zheng Gui knew that Fenglingdu was located at the intersection of three provinces. There were water bandits on the water and there were many thieves and bandits in the nearby mountains. He immediately put on his monk's robe, packed the wooden box on his back, picked up the Longquan Sword and pushed the door open.
The tea shop was small, and no one else lived there except Zheng Gui and the other three. When Zheng Gui arrived at the front shop, he saw Zhu Laosi hiding behind the door fearfully.
"Store, what happened outside?"
When Zhu Laosi heard Zheng Gui's words, he seemed to have a backbone. He turned around to meet him and said urgently: "There were murders in Wang's wine shop. I heard that it was a few men playing money. One person lost too much and refused to admit it. Why?"
Then the fight started.”
Zheng Gui frowned and said, "Isn't there a post station and a river yamen in Fenglingdu? They will take care of this matter, so you don't have to be afraid."
Zhu Laosi shook his head and said: "There are many people coming and going in Fenglingdu, but those who dare to kill people and set fires are all people who know martial arts. How can the officers and soldiers dare to take care of them?"
Zheng Gui suddenly became interested and asked: "You said the murderer was a martial artist?"
"That's not the case."
Zhu Laosi swallowed his foam and said: "I heard from people on the street that six people died in Wang's Liquor Shop, and they were all killed by those two men. One of the two men was short like me, and the other was very strong.
They all carry swords and their accents sound like those from Shaanxi..."
Zheng Gui had not been traveling around the world for long and had little experience. He was slightly excited about encountering people in the martial arts killing people. At the same time, he thought to himself: a group of gamblers started fighting among themselves and killed people.
Don't care?
People who kill people because of their martial arts skills should be punished, but who knows if the person being killed is a bad person?
If you don’t know the details, it’s better to be careful and see what the senior sister in charge means.
Zheng Gui had just started thinking when he suddenly heard a quiet voice outside the door: "Junior brother, I came out to meet the two senior brothers from Huashan."
Zheng Gui's heart moved, and he thought secretly: It seems that the master sister and the senior sister had already left before me. Could it be that Huashan disciples were involved in the murder case at the Wang Family Hotel?
But apart from Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, who else is there in the Huashan Sect?
What's more, our peers...could it be that they are disciples of the Sword Sect?
Zheng Gui's thoughts were racing in his mind, but his movements were not slow and he immediately pushed the door open and walked out.
There is white snow all over the ground outside the door, and there are snowflakes flying in the sky. The white snow reflects the starlight, giving a very good view.
There were two men in their thirties or forties standing on the street not far away. The older one was short and lean, and the other was quite strong. The two were dressed in black, with long swords hanging on their waists, and their eyes were wide open.
It was as sharp as a sword in the dark night. Just one glance at Zheng Gui made Zheng Gui's heart beat.
Opposite the two men were Dingxian and Dingjing, who were also wearing black monk robes. Dingxian raised his left hand and said, "This is our junior brother Dingding."
Dingjing said to Zheng Gui: "These two are Mr. Cheng and Mr. Cong of Huashan Sword Sect."
Zheng Gui's heart moved, and he cupped his hands and said, "The young monk has definitely met Senior Brother Cheng and Senior Brother Cong."
There are only three disciples of different generations left in the Huashan Sword Sect. Apart from Feng Buping, who is the oldest and the oldest in martial arts, they are Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi in front of him. Zheng Gui knows that these two people are also inferior in martial arts.
Weak, more than ten years later, he would be willing to be Zuo Lengchan's pawn to compete with Yue Buqun for the position of leader of Huashan, and immediately stepped forward to greet him.
Since Jian Zong left Huashan, he has been living in Shanxi and Henan. Although he rarely travels in the rivers and lakes, he is very familiar with the affairs of the rivers and lakes. They have also heard of the deeds of Zen Master Dingding in destroying the Haisha Gang, although they have not
They didn't take the Haisha Gang seriously, but on the surface they all returned the favor politely.
"Our brothers have long heard of the famous name of killing monks even if they live in seclusion in Funiu Mountain."