Wang Yuyan immediately withdrew her arms. Only then did she realize that something was wrong with her. How could a girl hold an outsider's arm?
She was even more worried in her heart. If Murong Fu knew this, she didn't know how he would blame her.
Wang Yuyan had no choice but to lower her head and explain: "Brother Bao San, he...he is my junior uncle!"
Wang Yuyan said the last three words very hard, fearing that Bao BuTong wouldn't hear them.
Bao BuTong had been wary of the young man next to Wang Yuyan before. When he heard this explanation, he didn't want to stir up trouble again, but he didn't say "no, no" to contradict him again.
His name is Bao Bu Tong, and his personality is indeed different. He always confronts others and insists on saying the opposite when others say one thing.
No matter what others say, he will refute it with "no, no".
It's just that although Bao BuTong is a mean-mouthed person, he is not a brainless person. He also knows that the overall situation is the most important thing when doing things, and his first priority is to help Murong recover and revive Dayan.
He knew that Jingzhou's martial arts was very good, far better than his own. At this time, someone was falsely accusing the Murong family, but he didn't want to create a strong enemy for Murong Fu.
Bao BuTong turned around and said coldly to the Qingcheng faction: "I heard that you came to Gusu to avenge Sima Wei. This is the wrong person. Your father, Sima Wei, was not killed by Master Murong. ."
It was related to the revenge of killing the master, and Sima Lin could not allow him to ignore it. How could he only believe Bao BuTong's one-sided words about such a big matter? He immediately asked: "How did Mr. Bao see this? I hope you can tell me in detail!"
Bao BuTong was injured by Jing Zhou with a razor blade. He was already feeling calm and simmering with anger. Seeing that Sima Lin still dared to talk, he immediately said angrily: "Since I said it wasn't Master Murong who killed him, it certainly wasn't his death." Yes. Even if he really killed him, and I said he wasn’t, it doesn’t count. Could it be that what I said cannot be counted?”
He didn't dare to provoke an unknown master like Jingzhou, and he didn't want to provoke a strong enemy on Murong Fu's behalf, but that didn't mean that any cat or dog could bark at his head.
In his eyes, this Qingcheng sect is like that cat and dog.
Sima Lin snorted coldly and said coldly: "Mr. Bao, you are so arrogant. If you say it's not true, then it's not true. Then it would be a waste of time for me to come here! Is it possible that in this world, everything should be done according to your wishes?" Are you willing? My late father died due to his own stunt that made him famous. Besides the Murong family of Gusu, who else can have such a method?"
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Bao BuTong swayed and pushed himself to Sima Lin's side. He grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand and his waist with his right hand. He said loudly: "Murong is someone you Qingcheng sect can bully? Your father, Sima Wei, is so incompetent." There is no need for my brother Murong to use martial arts. Even if it is me, Sima Wei will not be able to compete with me if I practice for another twenty years. Not to mention that I, Master Murong, did not kill you, but what can you do!"
Sima Lin was horrified that this man's martial arts skills were so high and he was captured in his hands in just a moment.
"Get the hell out of here!"
Bao BuTong moved his hands forward and immediately threw Sima Lin out. In a blink of an eye, he moved his body and followed the same pattern, driving out all the people from the Qingcheng faction.
Jingzhou smiled and said: "Look, nephew, this is the world. Being weak is a sin. If your martial arts is low, you will inevitably be bullied. Only if you are successful in martial arts can you be qualified to negotiate with others. Benevolence, justice and morality, sometimes It’s like a joke, not as convincing as one move after another.”
"The Sword Comes"
Wang Yuyan said: "But it's always indecent for girls to dance with guns and sticks..."
At this time, Wang Yuyan's tone had softened a bit, and her heart was no longer as repulsive to martial arts as before.
Duan Yu couldn't help but think about whether he made a mistake in not learning martial arts in the first place: "Although I have never liked being a fighter, if I had Master Jing's skills, how could I be insulted in vain?" Wang The girl is right, dancing with a gun and a stick is always indecent, but I only use it for self-defense and not to fight with others, so what should I do?"
"you!!!"
A group of disciples of the Qingcheng Sect heard the young master talking eloquently to themselves and others, and took the opportunity to explain the truth to their nephew. They were angry and did not dare to speak. They hesitated for a while and fell silent again.
In the past, they thought they were good players, but now they see it as nothing more than a joke. At most, they can only show off their power in the Sichuan and Sichuan areas.
Although Sima Lin was furious in his heart, he also knew that the situation was stronger than the people.
Moreover, there are more than a dozen of him, all of whom are good at it, and none of them is a match for a servant of the Murong family. If Murong Fu really wants to kill his master, he really does not need to do it himself, let alone use his famous stunt "The Way of the Other". Give him back" to expose himself.
Staying here any longer is just asking for trouble.
"We, the Qingcheng sect, repay kindness and repay grudges! Murong didn't kill our master, let's go!"
Sima Lin left behind a few words and led everyone away like a swarm.
Listening to the fragrance, there were no outsiders in the pavilion, and the originally noisy scene was extremely quiet.
A'Zhu smiled and said, "It's getting so late. I think everyone is hungry too."
Her smile was like a spring breeze, making Duan Yu's originally uncomfortable heart feel a little better.
Jingzhou nodded and said with a smile: "A'Zhu is still careful, I am indeed a little hungry now."
A'Zhu smiled, raised his voice a little higher, and called out: "Lao Gu, get us some exquisite side dishes! There are distinguished guests from the Xiaoyao Sect tonight, so you have to serve some snacks!"
Abi looked at Jingzhou and asked curiously: "Master, how should Abi call you? I wonder what your relationship is with your mentor?"
She had wanted to ask before, but there were many outsiders around at that time, so these words were not suitable to speak.
A'Zhu joked, "You're such an impatient girl. Wouldn't it be better if you asked everyone to sit down first and then let Mr. Jing speak? Hehe, we don't want to stand with you."
A'Zhu called the maids who listened to the perfume pavilion and tidied up the flower hall, and placed tea, water, and various pastries.
A few people took their seats, and a group of people looked at Jing Zhou, wanting to hear what he had to say.
Jing Zhou picked up the tea bowl and felt the fragrance fill his nostrils. He opened the lid and saw dark green tea leaves floating in the light green tea water, like small beads covered with fine hairs.
"What a Biluochun, the mouth is full of fragrance and the bottom of the tongue is moist."
Wang Yuyan smiled and said: "What's Biluochun? This is a specialty of Taihu Lake. It's called frightening fragrance. But the three words "Biluochun" are also elegant. But we are not here to watch you drink tea. You haven't said anything about Abi yet. ~"
"If you don't say anything, Abi may not be able to wait any longer."
Jingzhou said: "It turns out that the name is frightening, but the name sounds a bit awkward. Why not call it Yunwu Zui, or Yuwu Cui?"
Duan Yu secretly praised him, feeling that the two names Mr. Jing mentioned were a perfect match for this cup of tea.
Bao BuTong didn't interrupt at this time. A lot of information was revealed in the previous words. He didn't know that Abi actually had a master.
It seems that Abi's master has a good relationship with the young man, so this has set up a thread for Mr. Murong. If the power behind the young man is not small, it is worth a good effort to win over him.
Wang Yuyan smiled and said: "Master Taoist, please hurry up and stop interrupting. Look how anxious Abi is~"
"Miss Wang, you are making fun of me again~" Abi pretended to be angry, but her voice was both waxy and sour, and even her angry tone was very comforting to listen to. . .
