Everyone in Yijian Villa who took a detour could also hear about the changes in Fengxue Grand View Tower. But now, it's halfway through September and late autumn is approaching. Returning to Hangzhou as soon as possible is their top priority.
Even on the road, they didn't have time to investigate the buried sword valley that Lin Manliu mentioned.
A few days ago, after walking out of Qianzhong, I headed straight to Yongzhou, passing through the three prefectures of Heng, Ji and Rao.
Then we headed north along the Yanhe Road, and now we have passed Huangshan Mountain, and we will be able to enter Hangzhou in a while. Once again down to earth, stepping on the mountain road of Huangshan, the boy in a short shirt couldn't help but recall what he saw and heard when he first traveled eastward.
At that time, Lin Manliu was an ignorant young man in Fengcheng City. Because his master entrusted him, he carried his sword and traveled far away. Now, even though it has only been half a year, his figure is thicker than back then, and he has his own understanding of some things.
This is probably growth, right? Lin Manliu was telling his parents about the customs and customs of the Huangshan area. Suddenly, some light rain fell from the sky.
Raindrops fell on the tip of the boy's nose and eyebrows. He slowly raised his head to look at the sky. I don't know when... there were some dark clouds, blocking the morning sun.
A feeling of moisture spread on Lin Manliu's cheeks. Mother Lin reached out her hand and carefully wiped the rain off her son's face next to the carriage.
"Hey...Mom, it doesn't matter, Manliu is very strong now, it won't be a problem if he gets wet in the rain!" said the boy in a short shirt.
"Don't do this like your father! Look at your mother's body. She was ill a few years ago and she can't get better now..." Mother Lin complained.
"Uh... I got it, mother! From now on Young Master Man Liu will get wet in the rain! I have to rush on my way today, so don't worry about it!"
"According to you, according to you..." Lin Manliu said as he spoke, and raised his hand to wipe away the rain on his face.
But at the moment when the rain touched his face, he suddenly remembered that when he passed by Huangshan that day... it was the same scene, and it was also raining.
Although there were not as many people walking with him at that time as there are now, there was one person who, like everyone else at this time, would care about him and understand him... As the boy in short shirt walked forward, he looked up at the sky again, He leaned slightly toward the northeast.
Just like this, the young man stared at it for a long time, letting the rain fall on his face. Father Lin and Mother Lin were in a daze when they saw their son, so they didn't think of waking him up.
Miss Yue, I don’t know how I’m doing now... I myself have traveled to many places, even though it’s just two places going back and forth... Haha.
However, every time I travel, the people and things I see are different. Next time we meet, I hope you have time. I want to say that you can listen... Maybe the boy turned his head for too long and twisted his neck?
When he came back to his senses, he felt that his whole neck to his arms were in severe pain... No matter how much he kneaded it, the stinging sensation would not go away for a long time.
Can't you even turn around? At this moment...
"Hey, little liar! After crossing the Yellow Mountain, you still remember the place ahead!" Ye Dang heard a voice coming from the front.
Lin Manliu first stood sideways, walking like a crab, so that he could look ahead. Seeing the old liar in yellow shirt looking at him with a playful look on his face, the young man suddenly felt angry.
"Aren't you just cheating me out of money? Master, father, there is a pavilion on the mountain road outside Hangzhou!" Lin Manliu shouted immediately.
When Ye Dang heard this, he thought that this little bastard was trying to make a fuss when he came up, and hurriedly stomped towards the boy in the short shirt and trotted over.
"Yes! Master Lin! You are still the best!" Ye Dang heard and cursed. The woman in black at the front of the crowd looked sideways at the big and small kids playing behind her, moved her lips slightly, and whispered two words, childishly...
"Oh... what's going on, Master Lin? Could it be that he has practiced some magical skills and is able to walk sideways?" Ye Dang, who got closer and saw the young man's current appearance, immediately grinned.
"Didn't you see it was twisting...Old liar, help me!" Lin Manliu had some spare time to chat with him, and immediately shouted out.
But before he could see clearly how Ye Dangting would take action... Suddenly, a thick palm swung towards the young man's face.
Click... Lin Manliu's neck, which could not move before, is now healed?
"Old liar..." The boy in short shirt stared at the figure in yellow shirt in front of him, his eyes were a little dull, his lips were slightly open, and his face looked a little surprised.
"Hey, no need to thank me, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!"
"Are your hands ready?" Regarding the boy's question, Ye Dangting was stunned for a moment, thinking that this boy was going to yell at him a few more words.
Unexpectedly, the first question I asked was whether my hand was healed?
"Hey! It's not a serious injury. We are very strong now. If we beat him ten or eight times, it won't be a problem!" Ye Dang said proudly.
"That's it, that's good..."
"Well..." On the way back to Hangzhou, there were two people, Ye Dangting and Lin Manliu, one older and one younger. From time to time, they would say hurtful words to each other, or get into some punches and kicks.
Once, Ye Dangting grabbed the boy in a short shirt by the collar and threw him into the forest on the mountain road.
But just as he lifted the young man to his side, he noticed the gaze of a woman in black in front of the team.
Ye Dangting had no choice but to put Lin Manliu down, patted his hem, and stretched out his hand to scratch the beard on his chin.
In short, there is nowhere to put his hands, just like a child who has done something wrong. As for Lin Manliu, with such confidence, he provoked the old liar in yellow shirt again and again.
When Ye Dang heard this, he was about to fight back, or the young man in a short shirt felt that he couldn't fight the old liar in front of him, so he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master - Master -" Then, the originally arrogant and domineering figure in the yellow shirt could only Stop what you are doing and continue walking forward.
But just when Chong Ying wanted to play tricks on Ye Dangting with Lin Manliu, the two of them were surprisingly unanimous.
We cleaned up Chong Ying together... Maybe it was because we were about to return to Hangzhou. Along the way, the atmosphere of the entire Yijian Villa tended to be leisurely and comfortable.
Just like children playing in front of home, because home... is not far away from them, their hearts naturally lose the worry of rushing on the road.
...On September 17, at noon in Hangzhou in the autumn, the river embankment was covered with patches of golden ginkgo trees.
I saw those branches hanging upside down on the water. Under the sun, golden ginkgo leaves were scattered on the tree roots and floating in the water.
The fallen leaves will return to their roots. Even if they fall into the water, they will float beside the river embankment for a long time, unwilling to disperse.
Just like those who travel far away, they will eventually return home. The people at Yijian Villa and others, led by Mo Wuyan, finally returned to Hangzhou... They first entered through the south gate of Hangzhou City, and then headed to the east of the city to the location of Yijian Villa.
Since everyone first entered the city, news of their whereabouts has been spread at tea stalls, inns or restaurants!
Yijian Villa is back! It's the Yijian Villa that can contain the Tu Evil Sect in Southern Xinjiang!
It was the Yijian Villa who single-handedly almost killed the Fengxue Grand View Tower in southern Xinjiang!
It is the Yijian Villa that is rumored to have won two of the four swords in the world! Ever since the war in southern Xinjiang came to an end, various secrets about Yijian Villa began to spread in the world.
But no one could find their whereabouts. Even the disciples who stayed at Yijian Villa in Hangzhou stayed behind closed doors, preventing anyone from getting any information.
Until today, it actually appeared in the city of Hangzhou... It couldn't help but arouse the discussion in these teahouses and restaurants in the city of Hangzhou!
Mo Wuyan had only brought people into the city for half a stick of incense. Some of the high-rollers in front of the wine table had already raised their glasses and said: "Wait until I go to the gate of Yijian Villa to compete with those people!"
He has also fought against the enemy who is the best in the world! There are also some storytellers who have memorized the war in southern Xinjiang for a long time and recounted it from their mouths after clapping the piece of wood in front of them... Today, I am old and old - I will tell you about the war in southern Xinjiang of Yijian Villa. One line!
Tell it to all of you -
"Mr. Mo, have you ever thought about how to deal with this situation..." Lin Manliu walked beside the scribe in purple robe and big sleeves, listening to the eloquent words or the surprise of the storyteller in the restaurant next to him. Description, I can't help but feel a little surprised.
Is their trip to Southern Xinjiang really as wonderful as these people say?
"Did I forget again about the chess game I mentioned to you before?" Mo Wuyan looked forward and said.
"Mr. Mo, do you mean that the current situation was caused by them?" Lin Manliu finally realized.
At that time, the dangerous dangers that Lu Fengbai had to deal with when he went north were the Jianghu sects who coveted the Four Swords in the World and were hiding in the depths.
And as Mo Wuyan said, the road ahead was also dangerous, and they had never encountered one along the way... The young man in a short shirt thought that he was really stopped by the person who made the chess plan, so that they could return to Hangzhou safely.
Only then did Lin Manliu realize that these sounds in Hangzhou City were truly dangerous.
At this time, the entire city of Hangzhou, or the entire south of the Yangtze River, was praising their rising martial arts sect and wantonly advocating what they had done in southern Xinjiang.
In particular, some small things are magnified as much as possible, so that everyone thinks that Yijian Villa at this time is enough to compete with those powerful factions.
It is assumed that this is their intention, to first bring Yijian Villa to the top, and then use strategies to make the entire Yijian Villa fall to the bottom.
As a result, Yijian Villa was smashed to pieces and had no power to fight back. Thinking of this, a burst of cold sweat seeped out from the back of the boy in a short shirt... Mo Wuyan noticed the strange expression on Lin Manliu's face and comforted him: "Any formula in the world has its solution. As long as you know its changes, you can find it." A way out!".
"Well, Manliu has learned a lesson..." The boy in a short shirt immediately came back to his senses.
"Let's enter the village first!" Following Mo Wuyan's voice, Lin Manliu looked forward and saw a plaque hanging on the tall courtyard gate not far away.
Just write it down
"Yijian Villa" is four words. Go home...
