Seeing Guo Yanzhi getting angry, Abi neither panicked nor got angry, and said: "There are always a few heroes from all over the world come to visit the young master, and there are also many who are as fierce and vicious as Uncle Guo. I The little girl wasn’t scared at all…”
Before Abi finished speaking, an old man with silver hair and beard came out of the back hall, holding a cane in his hand and said: "Abi, who is making such a fuss here?" What Abi said It was Wu dialect, with an accent similar to Guo Fu's. If Xiang Yan hadn't been used to hearing Guo Fu speak, it would have been difficult to understand Abi's words. But the old man who came out now spoke Mandarin with a very pure accent.
The old man jumped up from his chair, stood side by side with Guo Yanzhi, and asked: "Who did my senior brother Ke Baisui die by?" The old man who came out of the back hall was hunched over and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked younger than ninety years old. At eighty years old, I heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Ke Baisui, Ke Baisui, well, if you live to be a hundred years old, you should have died long ago!"
Guo Yanzhi was furious and swung out the soft whip in his hand, pointing the head towards his back. Qu Feiyan waved his arm, opened his fingers, grabbed the soft whip from a distance, and said, "Guo Daxia, we are guests from afar. We have something to talk about, so there is no need to use force." He rolled up the soft whip into a ball and returned it. Gave it to him. Guo Yanzhi's face turned red and he reached out to take the soft whip.
Xiang Yan asked the old man, "What's your surname, sir? Are you a relative of the Murong family? Or a friend?" The old man smiled and said, "The old man is an old servant of the young master. What's your surname? Listen. He said that he is a friend of our late old master, and I don’t know what his orders are." Xiang Yan hesitated. Qu Feiyan said: "We want to meet Mr. Murong." The old servant said: "That's a coincidence. The young master left the day before yesterday, and he might not come back one day." Xiang Yan said: "Fei Fei, since the master is not at home , how about we go back first, and then we can come and visit Master Murong when he comes home!"
Qu Feiyan asked the old servant: "Mr. Murong used to go out, how long did it usually take to get home? Can he come back in a year?" The old servant said: "This is impossible to say. If our young master is just playing nearby, what will happen in three to five years?" He can come back in the morning. If he goes to Daliao, Xixia, Tubo or Dali to visit friends, I'm afraid it will take him a year or two to come back." Qu Feiyan asked again: "Then where did Mr. Murong go?" The old servant said: "I don't know that. How can I, an old servant, dare to ask about the whereabouts of the young master?"
Qu Feiyan said to him: "Brother Yan, Mr. Murong's return date has not yet been decided, and we don't have much time, so we can't wait too long. Anyway, we just went to pay homage to Mr. Murong's tomb and do our best. I think There is no need for us to wait for Master Murong to return home." Xiang Yan said to his heart: "According to past experience, I usually ascend every two or three years. It has been almost a year since I ascended to this world. If Master Murong really I won't come home until a year or two later. I'm afraid I may not be able to see him." He said to the old servant: "In that case, we won't wait for Mr. Murong to come back. Just ask the housekeeper to take us to pay homage to Mr. Murong's tomb. .”
The old servant shook his hands wildly and said, "I can't decide this, and I'm not a steward." Xiang Yan said, "Then who is the steward of your residence? Please come out and see me." The old servant nodded repeatedly and said, " Very good, very good! I'll ask the housekeeper to come." He turned around, walked over unsteadily, and said to himself: "These days, there are all kinds of bad people in the world, pretending to be acquaintances, and trying to deceive people. I, the old man, have never seen anyone who would not be fooled by this!"
Xiang Yan was secretly angry, but then he thought again: "Just now Abi said that several people from the martial arts community come here every month to make trouble, so they should be more cautious when they meet a few unknown people. If someone else If she believes whatever you say, she will probably be sold to a brothel." Abi hurriedly said: "Uncle Xiang, Miss Qu, don't be angry, Old Uncle Huang is an old fool. He thinks he is smart. , but what you say will always offend people."
Qu Feiyan was expressionless and ignored Abi, while Xiang Yan nodded to Abi. Although Xiang Yan could understand Abi's caution, Xiang Yan no longer wanted to talk to her.
The old man and Guo Yanzhi returned to their original seats, but Guo Yanzhi's chair had been smashed by himself, leaving no place to sit. Abi carried her chair over and said with a smile: "Uncle Guo, please sit down." Guo Yanzhi nodded and took the chair.
After a while, only the sound of footsteps was heard, and a thin man in his fifties walked out of the inner hall. His face was sallow, and he had a goatee on his chin. He looked smart and capable. He was well-dressed and wore a pair of gloves on his little finger on his left hand. A Chinese jade ring, it seems that it is the butler of Murong's house.
The thin man saluted Xiang Yan and the others and said, "Little Sun San pays homage to you all. Mr. Xiang, Miss Qu, you two are going to pay homage to our old man's tomb. We are really grateful. But the young master has gone out and there is no one." You are not respectful enough to return the gift. When the young master comes back, I will definitely convey my thoughts to you two."
Xiang Yan had rubbed elbows with Princess Jianning, Zhu Jiuzhen, Xiao Longnu and Li Mochou many times, and was very sensitive to the body fragrance of girls. When the old servant came to the living room, Xiang Yan smelled an elegant fragrance, which seemed to be the body fragrance of his daughter. At first, Xiang Yan thought the scent came from Qu Feiyan, Zhong Ling or Abi, and didn't take it seriously. But as soon as the old servant walked out of the living room, the fragrance disappeared, and Xiang Yan was secretly confused. At this time, the housekeeper who called himself Sun San walked into the living room, and Xiang Yan smelled the fragrance again. Only then did Xiang Yan understand that the old servant before and the current Sun San were both pretending to be the same woman. The woman is the sister A'Zhu that A Bi mentioned.
Xiang Yan was very impatient: "I'm just grateful that Murong Yong lost his life for Shu'er, the leader of the gang, so I came to pay my respects. Why do you always tease me like this?" Qu Feiyan just lowered his head to drink tea and remained calm. Silent. Xiang Yan thought again: "We are here to pay homage to Murong Yong, and after all Murong Yong also lost his life trying to help Shuer, it is not good for us to cause trouble in Murong's family. Well, I will discuss it with you one last time. If you still If you don’t agree, then we’ll leave.”
Xiang Yan suppressed his temper and patiently told Sun San his purpose again: "We are here just to pay homage to Mr. Murong. It doesn't matter if anyone returns the favor. I'll just ask the housekeeper to lead the way." Sun San frowned. He frowned, looking very embarrassed, and said: "This... this..."
