The young man thought for a moment, took a sip of tea, curled his lips and replied, "I didn't expect you to come back either? My mother said you were dead just like that person."
Wang Yi was unhappy and looked at him and cursed: "Don't mention your mother in front of me. She and Baili Ruyan are not good people, and they came to plot against me."
The corners of the young man's mouth moved but he said nothing.
The waiter knocked on the door and brought food and wine. The young man poured two glasses of wine obediently, looked at Wang Yi and smiled: "Thank you today, I can't beat the three of them by myself."
"What did your mother name you?"
Wang Yi picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip: "I was in a hurry, and I had to leave quickly before I had time to ask your name."
"Just call me Xiaoguang."
The young man picked up the wine glass and looked at Wang Yi and said, "Do you want to come back with me? My mother will be very happy to see you."
Shaking his head, Wang Yi replied: "Don't mention your mother in front of me. I don't want to know if she is the landlord. Go back and tell her not to become the second Longhu Gang."
"Tch, how do I know what she is thinking?"
Xiaoguang looked at him and smiled: "I plan to meet with the big boss of the Longhu Gang in a few days. Do you dare to go with me?"
"You're overthinking. I took action today because I saw you being beaten by a crowd."
Wang Yi took a sip of wine: "If I had known that you were Murong Shuyu's son, I would have turned around and left... I have something to do with the monk at Hongfu Temple, and I have no time to pay attention to you."
Back then, he and Li Xiuyuan met hurriedly by the lake in the temple, and the two never met again.
After Wang Yi thought about it, he could only go back to Monk Sanzang and ask, who was that person back then?
However, Wang Yi, who had just returned from the martial arts world, did not know that Sanzang had passed away.
And how did Xiaoguang know anything about Monk Tripitaka, let alone that the person Wang Yi was looking for was no longer in Hongfu Temple.
That night, Xiaoguang was drunk, but Wang Yi felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart when he looked at the young man in front of him.
He obviously hated Murong Shuyu for plotting against him, but he couldn't take his anger out on the young man in front of him because he knew that this guy was Jian Shisan's son.
Even though his father is dead, he can't hate his son.
Looking at the half glass of strong wine in his hand, he said reluctantly: "I didn't expect that I still lost to you."
Looking at Xiaoguang's appearance, he had an impulse to find a wife, have a child, and enjoy the happiness of the world.
Just as he drank the remaining wine in the glass, his hand shook and the wine in the glass splashed onto the table.
With a click, two circles of different sizes appeared on the table, making him speechless.
…
Hongchen Inn, in the utility shed in the backyard.
Dasha Ajue looked at Amu and sighed: "I received a letter, so I'm leaving. Thank you for your encouragement over the years..."
Amu nodded and replied: "There are some things that you can't escape your whole life. Take action when it's time to take action."
Amu didn't ask what happened to Dasha. As long as Dasha didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask.
I have been chopping firewood in the kitchen for ten years, and I don’t even know how many axes I have changed.
If this is the case, Dasha still can't break the wind and rain in the world, so he might as well have bought a piece of tofu and killed him, and he will still suffer while he is alive.
Dasha thought for a while, looked at Amu and laughed: "Are you afraid of death?"
Amu smiled lightly: "I am very timid, so naturally I am afraid of death."
Amu nodded and asked, "What would you do if someone keeps causing trouble for you?"
Amu sighed: "It is precisely because I am afraid of death that I bury those who want to harm me in the ground, so that I am no longer afraid."
Dasha's eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and laughed: "That makes sense. I will bury them tomorrow so that these guys don't have to worry about me."
"Oh...do you want my help?"
For the first time, Amu took the initiative to suggest to Dasha that he could consider helping him. Although Dasha had never seen Amu take action before.
However, he still proudly rejected Amu's kindness.
Said: "You have been enlightening me all these years, and I am very grateful. If I can't even solve those guys, I might as well wipe my neck."
When Amu heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face.
Smiling like the apricot tree in bloom in the backyard, he smiled and clapped his hands and replied: "That's true."
In the early morning, after Amu poured the night fragrance for the last time, he took a bath and changed into a clean white shirt.
This was the first time Amu saw Amu wearing such a snowy white shirt, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.
It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but that was all. Today the sword was about to be unsheathed, although Amu didn't tell him where he was going.
But, so what?
As long as the sword is still there and the person is still there, that's enough.
After thinking about it for a while, Amu took an iron sword and handed it over: "The world is inseparable from this thing."
Dasha was stunned, then took the iron sword and smiled at Amu: "You're welcome."
Amu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to say goodbye to the shopkeeper?"
"No, it's better for everyone."
Dasha sighed and said quietly: "Please tell the shopkeeper to thank her for taking care of Ah Jue over the years. I hope I can repay her favor if I have the opportunity."
Dasha knew very clearly that Qin Xiangyu was only a favor to him, not a favor.
Amu waved his hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to pay it back, I agreed to it for him."
Dasha was stunned, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Xu said, can you make the decision for the shopkeeper?"
Amu thought for a while and replied: "There are some things I don't want to take care of, let alone make the decision, but I can make the decision in your matter. She dare not disobey me."
Amu laughed when he heard this, clasped his hands to say goodbye, and waved away with his iron sword in hand.
A gust of spring breeze blew by, Li Ren's white clothes fluttered, and Amu's eyes were dazzled.
It wasn't until Ajue's back was about to disappear into the morning mist that a word floated into Amu's ears in the spring breeze.
"I have a name, my name is Jin Wuming."
"Jin Wuming? Comes like rain at night and goes like wind. What a fool in Yingyue Tower..."
Amu sighed, and then Jin Xiangyu's voice came to his ears: "Amu, do you know when my Xiaoyue'er will come home?"
…
If someone asks what are the most profitable places in Chang'an City, among other places, there must be Yingyue Tower.
Ever since the big shopkeeper established the Dragon and Tiger Gang, he followed him and spent money to take over Yingyue Tower. From then on, Yingyue Tower became his private property.
Sister Ma, the apparent owner of Yingyue Tower, has been enjoying great success and prosperity in recent years.
There is a popular saying in the Tang Dynasty, which is: "The debt in June must be paid off quickly."
Many people believe this, but only Sister Ma doesn't believe it, because her backstage is the boss of the Longhu Gang, and no one dares to come to her to collect debts.
Until today, a masked woman suddenly came to Yingyue Tower and asked her to recover the debt owed ten years ago.
Until the evil slave thugs in Yingyue Tower cut off their hands and feet one by one, until all the girls and guests hid in the room and shivered.
Until someone came sitting in the pavilion in the garden and threatened to set a fire and burn down the Yingyue Tower.
Only then did Sister Ma realize that someone finally came to her to collect debts.
In a panic, he sent one of his aunts to ask the chief shopkeeper to come over for help as the masked woman asked.
So, the girl who dared to come out to watch the fun in Yingyue Tower found Sister Ma, who was usually as fierce as a god, trembling and kneeling on the stone slab in the garden pavilion.
And in front of her, sat an unshakable masked heroine.
So the girls passed it on to each other, saying that Sister Ma, who had been powerful for more than ten years, finally met a murderer.
And it seems that this murderer is not only looking for trouble for Sister Ma, but also their backstage boss. Now, there is excitement.
A bunch of girls are also looking forward to it.
Looking forward to whether the next scene will be earth-shattering.
At this time, the big boss of the Longhu Gang was chatting with the unknown old man who had narrowly escaped death in the villa.
Seeing the unknown old man bandaging his hand, the shopkeeper sighed.
He said calmly: "I have long said that there is more than just our Longhu Gang in Jianghu, and there is more than just Yeyulou. Now you understand, right?"
In the eyes of the big shopkeeper, the old man who lost his talons was no more different than a loser.
Fortunately, the old man has another hand.
Otherwise, I'm afraid that the big shopkeeper won't be able to help but kick him out before he can finish what he said.
The Longhu Gang does not raise waste, this is a rule set by the big shopkeeper himself.
The veins on the back of the old man's hands protruded like coiled snakes, and the expression on his face changed again and again. He couldn't help but said quietly: "I didn't expect that the murderer from back then would come back."
The old man knew in his heart that he had not encountered such an opponent for more than ten years.
If Wang Yi hadn't come back to deliver a message to the big shopkeeper, he would have died in the pavilion outside the city.
He also understood that the Longhu Gang would not raise a useless person, so at the moment, he was also hoping that the big shopkeeper would send him away with a word.
He has even seen the fate of the Longhu Gang.
There is no need to think about it. If Meteor Sword King cooperates with Ye Yulou, I am afraid that within a few months, the Longhu Gang will be turned upside down, and it may even be eliminated from the world.
The big shopkeeper nodded and sighed: "So the Northwest Hero and Zhu Yun died in Wang Yi's hands, and you came back alive, but he wanted you to give me a message?"
The old man lowered his head and thought to himself, aren't you asking questions knowingly?
Just here, a cold voice came from outside the pavilion: "Who else in the world can give the unknown old man a headache and make the big shopkeeper in trouble?"
The big shopkeeper and the old man looked back and saw a man in a green shirt walking not far away.
The man was five feet tall, but he had the appearance of a scholar. If it weren't for the sword hanging on his waist, anyone who met him would have mistaken him for a teacher in the school.
The unknown old man smiled lightly: "It turns out that Mr. Ouyang is here."
The person who came was Ouyang Jian, known as Bashan Scholar, and a swordsman who claimed to be invincible in the world.
The big shopkeeper glanced at Ouyang Jian and introduced to the old man: "Yes, he is Mr. Ouyang, a scholar from Bashan."
The unknown old man suddenly understood. He looked at the big shopkeeper and said with a smile: "That's good. With Mr. Ouyang, I can go home and farm."
Only the new people are always good. Has anyone seen the old people cry?
The unknown old man had seen how Ouyang Jian died under Wang Yijian, and he immediately wanted to quit.
So he did not hesitate to offend the big shopkeeper and took the initiative to propose the decision to retire from the world.
His current situation is no different from that of a useless person. He believes that the big shopkeeper would like him to get out of here as soon as possible.
The shopkeeper was obviously stunned when he heard this, and then a cold air appeared on his face. Only when he saw Ouyang Jian walking into the pavilion did he immediately return to a faint smile.
He waved his hand and said: "Thank you for your hard work. You have contributed a lot to the Longhu Gang over the years. Go find Master and take you to the accounting office to collect five hundred silver coins. It will be considered as the travel expenses I give you."
When the old man heard this, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
Xindao has worked hard for you for more than ten years, but in the end he sent me away with only five hundred silver coins... Even so, the old man still replied respectfully: "Thank you, great shopkeeper."
After saying this, he did not even say hello to Scholar Bashan, but exited the pavilion to one side and turned around to leave.
