After half a day's boat trip, we arrived at a small island full of spring and beautiful scenery.
I saw the island's green tiles and vermilion eaves, willows as green as smoke, and the beautiful environment that makes you forget to feel tired.
Duan Yu couldn't help but praise: "Only the Jiangnan style can have such mountains, rivers and green lakes. With such mountains, rivers and green lakes, it is possible to have such scenery..."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Abi and sighed silently in his heart: "Perhaps only this kind of scenery can give birth to such a beauty!"
After reaching the shore, Abi tied the boat to the wooden stakes, took the two of them ashore, and said, "Master and Mr. Duan, please wait here for a while until I go in and let you know."
"Good work!"
Jiumozhi looked at the large manor in front of him. The door plaque was engraved with the three characters "Shenhe Manor", and he could not hide his excitement.
Now that he has arrived outside Shenhe Manor, he is not afraid of waiting for a moment and a half longer. If he can persuade the people in the manor to get to Murong's house and have a look at the martial arts classics at Shi Shui Pavilion, that would be great.
If the other party doesn't agree, where can't he go with his martial arts?
Although Murong Fu was famous, to him, he was just a junior after all, so why should he be afraid?
What's more, the other party is not in the village at this time.
When he thought of this, Jiumozhi suddenly felt that everything was safe and everything was as he expected.
After a while, Abi left and returned, but behind her, there was a man wearing a wide shirt and long white eyebrows. He looked about forty or fifty years old and had a very elegant appearance.
When Jiumozhi suddenly saw the white-browed man, his face suddenly changed, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.
But after just a moment, he returned to his original state. He changed his smiling face and came forward to say, "Mr. Murong, so you are still alive?"
Murong Bo laughed loudly and said: "I don't know where Master heard the rumors and learned about my death. The person who spread the rumors is really baseless!"
Jiumozhi raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he felt that Murong Bo's tone of voice was a bit strange, after seeing this familiar face, he still didn't think much about it and echoed:
"What Mr. Murong said is that when he learned of Mr. Murong's death, the poor monk felt deeply sorry and wished he could not see his friend for the last time. Now that Mr. Murong is in good health, the poor monk is relieved!"
"Master Lao is concerned about me, I would like to thank you very much!"
"By the way, who is this little friend?"
Murong Bo stroked his long beard under his chin and looked at Duan Yu with some deep meaning in his eyes.
Jiumozhi explained: "Mr. Murong, the poor monk made an old agreement with you back then. As long as you lend me the sword manual of the Duan family of Dali for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, you will be allowed to borrow it from your residence." 'Huan Shi Shui Pavilion' provides an overview of martial arts."
Murong Bo said: "Oh, I wonder where the sword manual of this Six Meridians Divine Sword is now?"
Jiumozhi pointed at Duan Yu and said: "This Young Master Duan of the Duan clan in Dali remembers the complete set of sword manuals for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. The poor monk brought him here specially, as if he had brought the sword manuals with him."
Murong Bo smiled and said: "I see, then please ask Prince Duan to write down the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword silently!"
"Abi, go get a pen and ink."
As he said that, he glanced at Abi.
The latter had a smile in his eyes, and after bowing slightly, he turned around and walked into the village.
Duan Yu saw this and shouted quickly: "Wait!"
"What is Prince Duan's mission?"
Murong Bo asked.
Duan Yu said: "When did I say that I would hand over the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Duan family of Dali to outsiders? Please forgive me, Mr. Murong. Although I don't know what old agreement you have with this evil monk, these six meridians The Pulse Divine Sword is the secret of my Duan clan, if the old gentleman wants me to write it down silently, don’t blame me for my difficulty in obeying my order!"
Murong Bo immediately looked at Jiumozhi and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Master is really good at calculating. He caught a trouble without mentioning it, and he couldn't get the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Now he has brought this trouble again. When I come to Yanziwu, the Duan family of Dali is a prominent member of the royal family, and I, the Murong family, don’t dare to offend.”
Jiumozhi looked stern and hurriedly explained: "This poor monk should not listen to the rumors. He thought that Mr. Murong had passed away suddenly. Without thinking much, he planned to cremate the Prince Duan in front of Mr. Murong's tomb. This can be regarded as the completion of the work of that year. about."
Murong Bo's eyelids twitched, and a charming smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If that's really the case, it would be quite interesting. It's a pity that I'm still alive, so I'd better avoid burning the human sacrifice records. !”
When Duan Yu heard him speak, he felt a cold air coming from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap for no apparent reason. His hands and feet suddenly felt cold, and he felt hesitant in his heart.
Jiumozhi said: "Then as Mr. Murong said, it's just this agreement..."
Murong Bo said: "If the master can allow Prince Duan to copy the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the agreement will naturally remain as before."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Jiumozhi's face, thinking that Duan Yu was so inexperienced that it would be extremely difficult to get the Six Meridians Divine Sword from his mouth.
"This...can you ask Mr. Murong to give this poor monk a few days of grace?"
"Master is a guest from far away. You might as well stay in your humble residence for a while and discuss things slowly."
Murong Bo suggested.
"It's so good, so why bother!"
Jiumozhi put his hands together and bowed to thank him.
Murong Bo waved his hand and said: "However, there are many female relatives in Shenhe Village, and it is inconvenient to accommodate the master as a monk. Abi, just take the master to your Qinyun Villa and stay for a few days!"
After hearing this, Abi immediately said dissatisfied: "Why don't you go to the Perfume Pavilion?"
Murong Bo coughed dryly and said hurriedly: "Then take the master and Prince Duan to Deng Baichuan's Qingyun Villa and stay there for the time being!"
Abi's little mouth was slightly flattened, and then she responded softly, and wanted to take Jiumozhi and the others away.
Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel suspicious when he saw that Abi, a little maid, dared to be so rude to the master's family.
But because he couldn't find any clues from Murong Bo, he still gave up his doubts and boarded the boat with Duan Yu.
When Murong Bo saw the boat go away gradually, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he took two steps back. His stature was now more than a foot shorter, and he could see a pair of long boots under the toga with stilts. A pair of exquisite and delicate feet stepped on the smooth floor.
At this time, a red figure walked out of the village, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his pretty face.
"You are so ridiculous that you even dare to make jokes about me!"
A'Zhu said as he looked at A'Zi who had taken off his mask and revealed his original appearance.
"Hehe, if sister hadn't drawn Mr. Murong's appearance and learned his voice for me, Azi wouldn't be able to pretend to look like him!"
A'Zi came to A'Zhu with a bright smile, took this good sister's arm, put her little face against her jade cheek, and said particularly affectionately.
A'Zhu pinched her cheek and said dissatisfiedly: "If I knew you would be such a fool, I would never teach you."
She was only six years old when she was brought to Murong's house. Murong Bo was still alive at that time. Relying on his childhood memories, A'Zhu wanted to describe the voice and appearance of this benefactor.
Unexpectedly, after Ah Zi saw it, he had bad intentions.
If she had known this, she would not have dared to let Ah Zi act recklessly with Murong Bo's identity. What if Murong Fu found out?
