He was not surprised when he saw outsiders, nor was he hostile at all. At most, he just looked at him out of curiosity, and then called out to Senior Brother Chai. Chai Yeyong nodded in return, with a humble expression, showing the demeanor of a disciple.
Yuan Changqing looked at Chai Yeyong, who was three steps in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Yuan Changqing had long heard that this son was the head of the Seven Swords of Zangyuan. He was the swordsman of the younger generation of Zangyuan Sword Pavilion. He had a restrained edge and a good reputation.
Outside, when I see him now, his reputation is indeed well-deserved. Of course, Yan Zhifei cannot compare to Chai Yeyong's magnanimity. I am afraid that no one among the younger generation of disciples in Luo Xing Valley can compare to him. Bao Buping said it in a bad way, but there is one sentence that is true
There is some truth to it. Chu Gucheng's talent in swordsmanship is extremely extraordinary, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a genius. However, his ability to recruit disciples is much worse than that of Fu Ge.
There are about a hundred bamboo towers built around the lake. There are no rules, but they are very freehand and have a bit of a paradise. Yuan Changqing has mixed feelings. Compared with the number of people in Falling Star Valley, Zangyuan Jiangge
It can be considered that the population is prosperous.
After walking a few steps, Lou Zhiruo walked behind Su Tu and pulled Su Tu's clothes, asking in a low voice: "Cousin, what's going on? Is the death of my uncle and aunt related to Zangyuan sword pavilion?"
Su Tu smiled sadly, nodded slightly, and said apologetically: "Zhiruo, I'm sorry, I've been hiding this from you."
"Sister, you, really, I am your sister, no, I will go back and talk to my parents." Lou Zhiruo said angrily.
"No!" Su Tu quickly stopped and replied flatly, "What happened to the Su family back then was a mess. Don't ever involve your father and your mother again."
"elder sister……"
"You listen to me." Su Tu's tone increased. Lou Zhiruo curled her small mouth and said nothing. Her eyes rolled around. She didn't really listen to Su Tu's warning. She made up her mind to go home to find someone after leaving the mountain. No matter what
By what method, even if the ancestor's beard is shaved off, the Lou family in Liyuan will still have to stand up for Su Tu.
Knowing Su Tu's concerns, Lou Zhiruo put away her leisurely leisurely travels. No one said that before coming here, Lou Zhiruo thought that it was the master who took three of her to visit old friends in the world. Now it seems that this is not the case.
. Lou Zhiruo was not angry that Su Tu kept it secret, but instead hated Zangyuan Jiange. Even the good-looking Guilin Jianjiang Yihang suddenly no longer looked like a good person.
Passing through a stone step, passing a martial arts training ground with a radius of more than ten feet, we arrived in front of the Linlang Water Pavilion. The name is very poetic. When we got close to the water pavilion, there were no defenses around. It was not far from the lake shore. It looked like the bamboo trees on the side.
The building is no different, probably more refined and a bit wider.
"This is the Linlang Waterside Pavilion where the master lives. Master Yuan, brothers and sisters, please, Master is already waiting inside." Chai Yeyong said with a sincere face, letting Yuan Changqing go first. His manner and etiquette were impeccable. Compared with Da Gan's family,
The wealthy family will not give in at all.
Yuan Changqing nodded, not doubting him, and walked up the stairs naturally. The third son also followed. Su Tu looked back at the way he came. There were green bamboos over there, clear water here, and green water here.
The bamboo building is sandwiched between green bamboo and clear water. As far as the eye can see, I don't know whether the bamboo is greener or the lake is greener.
After entering this door, he was not only a disciple of Fallen Star Valley, Su Tu, but also the orphan of the Su family in Chuzhou. Su Tu took a deep breath and stepped into this Linlang Waterside Pavilion resolutely.
The door was not closed, and a wooden table was placed in the hall opposite the door. A scholar in green shirt was writing something with his head down and a pen. He wore a light robe, held a pen in one hand, and supported the case with the other. He was concentrating on it, with a very solemn expression, but
I also saw Xiaosu. Hearing the movement at the door, the scholar stopped writing and looked up. He saw that the scholar had five long beards under his chin, a face like a crown jade, an upright look, and a very dignified appearance. Even he had hated Zangyuan Jiange.
Lou Zhiruo couldn't help but murmured a few words secretly. The scholar in front of him could hardly look like a bad person. With the thought, Lou Zhiruo shook his head hurriedly, stopped thinking, secretly glanced at Su Tu, and spat out cautiously.
After taking a breath, I couldn't have such a thought even if it was one in ten thousand. If I thought about it even more, I would be betraying my cousin.
Lou Zhiruo's expression did not escape the scholar's eyes. The scholar smiled and said nothing. He roughly guessed Lou Zhiruo's thoughts and said pleasantly: "You are here, sit down, Ye Yong, and watch tea."
Chai Yeyong bowed and went about his business. Yuan Changqing cupped his fists and saluted and said, "Yuan Changqing has met Master Fu Pavilion of Luo Xing Valley."
Fu Ge walked around the wooden table, supported himself with both hands, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Changqing, there is no need to be polite. I have always had friendship with Master Chu. I am older than him by several years and have a thick face. Please don't call me Junior Brother."
Strange."
Yuan Changqing secretly praised, the leader of a sect has his own grace, no wonder he can teach a disciple like Chai Yeyong. Yuan Changqing returned the gift and sighed, if there was no such thing as Su Tu, such a person is indeed worth getting to know. Thinking of it
Here, Yuan Changqing's heart suddenly froze, and he quickly put away his thoughts and stopped thinking.
Fu Ge seemed unaware and had no intention of looking down on the three Yan Zhifei. Even Su Tu treated them equally and said, "Let's all sit down and talk. The road into the mountain is not easy to walk. In fact, I wanted to build one in the early years."
It was spacious and easy to walk on, but I was taught a lesson by the uncles in the pavilion, saying that it was a rule left by my ancestors and could not be changed, so I gave up the idea. Even though I am now the master of the pavilion, this matter still remains.
I dare not mention it, and I will be scolded if I mention it." Fu Ge said with a bitter smile.
Fu Ge's words were funny, but Yuan Changqing and the others couldn't laugh. Their hearts were even more heavy. Even Su Tu found it difficult to breathe.
While talking, Chai Yeyong came in with tea, glanced at Fu Ge's sleeves, and said softly: "Master, my sleeves are stained with ink."
Fu Ge looked down, was slightly stunned, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I'm used to holding swords, but one day I think of being arty, and it turns out that I'm not that good at it."
"Master, I'm going to get a basin of water."
"That's it. Head Chu and I are old friends. They are not outsiders." Fu Ge asked Yuan Changqing to sit down. Yan Zhifei and the other three did not sit down and stood behind Fu Ge. Fu Ge nodded and smiled: "Gucheng is very good at it.
It’s good to teach your disciples to practice their mind before practicing the sword.”
When the same thing was told by different people, the taste changed. But this person still said it for granted, so he had to believe it. Su Tu looked at Fu Ge, his heart sank to the bottom. Ever since he first saw Fu Ge, this man who killed his father
The enemy gives people a very strange feeling, and there is a natural charm of imitation in his movements. Of course, Su Tu can't see too many tricks, but he can also detect the unfathomable depth of Fu Ge.