Zhu Mingyu came down from Songshan Mountain slowly, feeling a little headache. As for my master, he is good at everything, but he has a short temper. A few days ago, I heard that Qiao Fei of the Thorn Sect was poisoned to death, so he rushed to the Shaolin Temple day and night to investigate the crime.
The young Taoist priest looked back at the Shaolin Temple and said to himself, master, just don't really fight with Master Zhicheng.
Sighing, you shouldn’t go out with the master.
Zhu Mingyu is twenty years old, and her family is a wealthy businessman in Guanzhong. When I was a child, I was frail and sickly. I went to many doctors but could not cure me. I still fell ill every three days. Finally, he met Zhang Chengqing, who was wandering around. Zhang Chengqing saw at a glance that this man had extremely good bones, and within two years of practicing his family skills, his illness was cured by natural medicine, so he proposed to accept Zhu Yuming as his disciple. Zhang Chengqing was already a martial arts master back then, and his words still carried a lot of weight. But the Zhu family was not very happy. Becoming a Taoist priest was not enough for a single seedling.
Zhang Chengqing loved Cai Cai so much that he had to take a step back and said that he would let his child go to the Taoist temple to practice martial arts with him. When he turned twenty, he would have the final say whether he would become a monk or return to secular life.
Zhu Mingyu has been fair and fair since she was a child, looks like a boy or a girl, and is a bit feminine. She is often laughed at by her brothers. After being polished over the years, that feminine energy has disappeared, and the whole person is like a green pine, straight and full of vitality.
As I was walking down the mountain, I saw a young monk riding a donkey coming towards me. The young monk is young, eleven or twelve years old.
"Taoist Master Zhu?" The young monk was surprised, "Why did you come to our Shaolin Temple?"
In fact, Zhang Chengqing and Zhicheng have a good relationship. Zhang Chengqing often comes to Shaolin Temple as a guest, and he likes to take Zhu Mingyu with him. The monks in the temple all know their master and apprentice.
Zhu Mingyu smiled and replied: "I came with my master to do some errands. Master Huizhi, if you don't carry water this morning, where did you get a donkey?"
The young monk replied: "My parents came to see me the day before yesterday and gave a donkey to the temple. But the temple does not raise livestock, and we monks cannot eat it. I thought about selling it at a good price at the foot of the mountain, but when I walked up to I couldn’t bear to leave halfway.”
Zhu Mingyu came closer and touched the donkey. The coat was of good color and it was a good donkey. It happened that he was on his way, so he said to the young monk Huizhi, "What a coincidence, I can sell this donkey to me."
The young monk's eyes lit up and he asked, "Really? How much do you pay, Master Zhu?"
Zhu Mingyu rummaged through his pockets and smiled bitterly. He was short of money and only had less than one tael of broken silver and a dozen copper coins.
So he took out the broken silver and asked, "How about this price?"
The young monk took the silver and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, deal is done!"
Zhu Mingyu was a little embarrassed, feeling like he had deceived a simple little monk. He added: "My master is on the mountain. When you see him, ask him for a tael of silver. You donkey have more than this."
The young monk jumped off the donkey's back and laughed: "Doing business with Taoist Zhu is a pleasure. The donkey is yours, so walk away slowly."
Zhu Mingyu talked over the little monk's head and scolded him with a smile: "I have been in Shaolin Temple for three years and I don't look like a monk at all. I am so philistine."
"There's nothing I can do about it. My grandpa is in business, so I'm used to it."
When Zhu Mingyu heard the word "buy and sell", he thought of his own home. When he thought of his own home, he got a headache again. I am already twenty this year, and it is time to make a decision. In the past two months, my parents sent several letters to the mountain, urging him to go home and get married.
"Always pure, always pure." After reciting a Qing Jing Sutra, he turned over on his donkey and waved goodbye to the young monk.
If it bothers you, then don’t think about it.
Ye Yu's small building, in the dark basement.
"My son! Si Ye, my son! Ah!" The heartbreaking cry came, and everyone in the basement fell silent.
Two men in black were kneeling in the middle of the basement, shivering.
The big leader roared like crazy. The rest of the people understood why the leader was so rude. Si Ye was a promising young man and was adopted by the leader as his adopted son. Although the big leader had a son, everyone in Xiaozhu knew that the position of the big leader from now on would definitely belong to Si Ye. It's a pity that a few days ago, Si Ye led people to assassinate White Snake Tuxin Yuecheng, but he was jumped off the cliff in the arms of a masked boy.
A man in black said with a cry: "I am waiting for the Lord Protector to be in trouble, please punish me from the big leader!"
"Punishment?" The leader calmed down, his voice cold, "Why punish?"
No one answered.
The big leader sat dejectedly on the chair, remained silent for a long time, and then said: "Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in the sky. My son Si Ye does not have this destiny... Let me ask you, have you ever searched under the cliff?"
"No...no..."
"Hmph!" shouted angrily, "You two, bring five more... no! Ten people! Go and look for them at the foot of Zixia Mountain! If you are alive, you want to see people! If you are dead, you want to see corpses!"
"yes!"
The two men in black had retreated, and there were only two people left in the basement. One was the commander, and the other was a man dressed as a scholar in green.
The man is holding a folding fan, one side is pure white and the other is pure black, with no paintings or words. His name is Chen Zijue, the white paper fan of Yeyu Xiaozhu. He has been joining Xiaozhu for five years and has made many amazing decisions in these five years. Compared with the big leader, Si Ye and others, Chen Zijue is more familiar with Jianghu. After all, most Jianghu affairs related to Xiaozhu are handled by him.
"Zijue," the leader's voice sounded, "Yeyu Xiaozhu, is it time for a change?"
Chen Zijue smiled and replied: "Yes, big boss. The assassins sent out to kill several people in Chaolan Valley a few days ago also failed. In the past six months, there were a total of fifty-six transactions, and fifteen of them failed. Xiao The level of construction has dropped too much. Now that Si Ye is dead, our sponsors will probably not be happy. There has been peace in the world over the past few years, and business has not been much. If this continues, we will not be able to support people. "
"Who came out of Chaolan Valley?" He was indifferent to this matter last time, but after one failure, he started paying attention.
"Three girls, one of them may be Li Fengyao's daughter."
"Do you believe she is Li Fengyao's daughter?"
"Believe, of course you must believe. Not only we must believe, but everyone must believe."
"how?"
"Only if she is Li Fengyao's daughter can she be worthy of being hunted by all the major forces."
"Raise the price and kill. Let Shuofeng go."
"Big Chief, I'm afraid Chief Shuofeng can't do it."
The big leader was silent for a long time and said, "Tell me carefully about this woman."
In Chaolan Valley, Mo Changfeng was holding a red rope tightly in his hand, and his eyes were about to bleed. This red rope was dropped by a peregrine falcon. He recognized this peregrine falcon. It was raised by his friend Yue Cheng. He would visit it several times a year to tell everyone in the valley that he was safe and sound. He also recognized the red rope. That year, the two of them were traveling on the ten-mile boat in Yangzhou. The most beautiful oiran at that time threw the rope away from the boat, and the red rope was won by Yue Cheng. Yue Cheng once made a bold promise that he would marry that oiran in this life.
Yuecheng once said: "If I don't marry an oiran, then if you see the red string in the future, it means that I am dead."
Twenty-nine years have passed, and the heroic young man from back then has died, and Mo Changfeng has lost another good friend.
There were only two people in the room, one was Mo Changfeng, and the other was Uncle Jiu, the most virtuous and respected elder in Changfeng Tower.
"Lord, my condolences." Even though it had been eighteen years since he had been in the Valley, others had changed the title of Mo Changfeng from Lou Zhu to Valley Lord, but Uncle Jiu did not change and still called him Lou Zhu.
"Uncle Jiu, I, Mo Changfeng..." At this point, Mo Changfeng felt that his throat was uncomfortable and he panicked, "I, Mo Changfeng, don't have many friends nowadays."
"When you started the uprising, you only had six people around you. Even though there were changes eighteen years ago, you still have more than a hundred brothers around you now. How can you not say more?"
"No... not enough, no one is missing. Uncle Jiu, let Ah Yi find something from Girl Lan, and ask the Peregrine Falcon to find Girl Lan, and tell her to report that she is safe every time."
Uncle Jiu said with a smile: "You were decisive in killing back then. Although you were kind and righteous, your methods were quite ruthless. Now you care so much about three girls. Master, you have changed."
Mo Changfeng covered his face with one hand: "If I were allowed to go back eighteen years ago, this tragedy would not have happened. Uncle Jiu, please set up a memorial tablet for Yuecheng."
Uncle Jiu nodded, stood up and said, "I understand. I have to go home for dinner. I'll take my leave first."
When Uncle Jiu came out of Mo Changfeng's place, a hot-tempered young man almost bumped into him.
"Nine, Lord Nine, I didn't bump into you, did I?" The boy with the chicken coop head was carrying two food boxes, as if he was in a hurry.
"You're reckless," Uncle Jiu scolded him, "Xiaohu, you need to change your temper."
"I know, Master Jiu, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to deliver food."
After saying that, he ran towards a small hill in a hurry.
There is a cave under the hill, and an iron fence is installed at the entrance of the cave. This is the temporary prison cell of Chaolan Valley. All the people who have broken into the valley in the past two months are imprisoned here.
"It's dinner! Come over and eat!"
Fu Xiaohu put down the food box and knocked on the iron door with a wooden spoon. More than twenty black figures gathered at the iron gate. They all looked panicked, their faces were covered with mud, and their clothes were all dirty.
A bearded martial artist accompanied the smiling face and said: "Master Tiger, Master Tiger, we just want to ask, when will you let us go?"
"Leave?" Fu Xiaohu was angry, "You don't even want to leave if I leave!"
The reason why he was angry was because Li Fenglan came out of the valley without him. They are all good brothers. They had a friendship when they were urinating together when they were young, but she, Li Fenglan, is so cruel.
The children in the valley all yearn for the world outside. Just such a chance to leave the valley, and they can get cheaper jade and amber.
So Fu Xiaohu had a bad temper these days, so he simply made fun of these martial arts people.
After dividing the food among the group, Fu Xiaohu opened the bottom of the food box and took out two chicken drumsticks.
"Today's prize is two chicken legs, let's get started."
A tall and thin young man raised his hands hurriedly: "Me me!"
"Okay, it's up to you." Fu Xiaohu found a clean place to sit down.
The tall and thin young man cleared his throat and spoke eloquently: "It is said that there was a master in the world who was good at wielding two swords. His name was Fu Yanhe, and he was nicknamed 'Two Tigers End Revenge'..."
Before he finished speaking, a short, fat middle-aged man interrupted him: "Hou San'er, if you don't know how to speak, don't waste your time. You don't even need to ask who Fu Yanhe is. He is from Changfeng Tower. I will use you." Say? Shut up, the drumsticks are getting cold."
Fu Xiaohu nodded and said, "Don't tell me yet. I have never heard of my father's story. You can continue to tell it."
When everyone heard this, they were stunned. This tiger-faced evil star (who they secretly named) turned out to be the son of Fu Yanhe, the man who broke up the feud between two tigers.
Hou San'er became interested and praised Fu Yanhe. He talked about all the things Fu Yanhe had done in an exaggerated manner, almost making Fu Yanhe the best in the world.
Fu Xiaohu was not very happy, but frowned after listening, then threw two chicken drumsticks to Hou San'er, and said without interest: "I'll give you the drumsticks."
After saying that, he picked up the empty food box and returned to his home. When I arrived at the door of my house, I saw my father coming back from the fields carrying a hoe. Thinking of what Hou San'er had just said about how suave his father was back then, and looking at him now, with wrinkles on his face, dark skin, and a farmer's appearance, he couldn't believe it.
Seeing that his son was unhappy, Fu Yanhe asked: "Xiaohu, what's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"
Before Fu Xiaohu could answer, he heard a woman at home shout: "Are you all back? Hurry up and eat! Don't be stunned!"
It was his mother. The father and son went into the house to eat without saying a word.
The family of three ate in silence at the dining table.
"Xiaohu, what's wrong with you? Don't say a word." Mother asked with concern.
Fu Xiaohu looked up at his mother's face. Hou San'er just said that his father was chasing bandits all the way to Xuzhou City, but was ambushed. At the critical moment of life and death, he met his mother, Yuan Ziyan. At that time, Yuan Ziyan was the most beautiful woman in Xuzhou City. After saving his father, the two fell in love and came together.
Today, Yuan Ziyan has gained weight and has white hair on her head. Although she can still see the beauty she had back then, it has just failed to withstand the wind and frost of the years. The fair and rosy skin back then has now faded. No matter how much I think about it, I can't relate to beauty.
Fu Xiaohu asked in a low voice: "Mom, were you really the most beautiful woman in Xuzhou back then?"
Upon hearing this, the normally carefree mother suddenly felt a little shy. She patted her son on the head and said, "Who said that?"
"Jail charlatan."
"Yes, yes," Fu Yanhe grinned from ear to ear, "Your mother was a famous beauty in Xuzhou back then. I went to a matchmaker several times to propose marriage, but your grandfather didn't agree. Later, I borrowed three hundred yuan from the owner of the valley. Two taels of silver and a lot of betrothal gifts were purchased, and your grandfather just let go. Hey, I still haven't paid off these three hundred taels."
Yuan Ziyan slapped Fu Yanhe across the table with chopsticks, pretending to be angry: "Eat, you can't control your mouth. What? Am I not worth three hundred taels of silver?"
Fu Yanhe said seriously: "How can it be three hundred taels? My eldest lady Ziyan, let alone ten thousand taels of gold, even if you disembowel me, I have to marry you."
"No," Fu Xiaohu said with a frown, "They said that daddy was chasing bandits, got ambushed, and was rescued by my mother, and then they fell in love with each other. Why is there such a thing as a bride price here?"
Speaking of this, Fu Yanhe's face turned red, as if he had been drunk. But not shy, but happy. He smiled and said: "It's true that I was ambushed, but it's pure nonsense that I was rescued by your mother. At that time, I was chased and ran away to your grandfather's house in a panic. I found a house and hid in it. Who would have thought that it was Your mother's boudoir, at that time your mother..."
At this point, Yuan Ziyan hit Fu Yanhe with chopsticks again, telling him to shut up: "Don't talk nonsense, you are doing it in front of children, you are not serious."
Although his tone was angry, the expression on his face was shy.
The family of three stopped discussing this and focused on eating.
After eating, Fu Xiaohu sat boredly on the threshold. Fu Yanhe came over and sat next to Fu Xiaohu.
"Little Tiger," Fu Yanhe said sincerely, "Dad knows what you are thinking."
Fu Xiaohu asked: "What do I have in mind?"
"You kid, I know what you're going to do as soon as you poke your ass. Do you want to go to the valley? It's our turn to cook for the prisoners these days. You kid is usually too lazy to do any work. You are snatching the job of delivering meals. While doing it, you even sneaked into the woods to roast pheasants, don’t think you and I don’t know about it.”
Fu Xiaohu was a little irritated: "Yes, I want to go out...but I'm not ignorant. I can't let you ask the Valley Master, right? There are so many children in the valley, why should I be special?"
"You still envy Lan and the others. It's normal for young people to want to go out. When my father was your age, he had already defeated all the invincible players in the world. I told you that at that time, my father was ranked fourth on the Tianzi Ranking. "
"Isn't the fourth one Aunt Zhou?"
"Your Aunt Zhou is not on the list because no one knows how good her martial arts skills are... But, according to my guess, there is no problem for her to be ranked fourth."
"Can you still rank fourth now?"
"Hahahahaha," Fu Yanhe laughed, "people don't rely on their muscles and bones for strength. Jade and Amber, if there were two girls back then, I wouldn't be ranked fourth. But, I don't know what the martial arts has been like in these years. I know. But it’s okay for your dad and me to get into the top 20."
Fu Xiaohu lowered his head and thought for a long time, then said coyly: "Dad, tell me, with my current martial arts skills, how high can I be in the world?"
Fu Yanhe thought about it carefully and replied: "You can't enter the word "Heaven", but the word "Earth" at most."
"How come you have the word "di"?"
"Hey, boy, is Di Zi not good enough? How old are you? Not even twenty yet, Jin Di Zi is already the best among people. Do you know how many immortals who have practiced internal energy all their lives in Di Zi? Tian Zi plus Di There are only fifty people in total. Do you know how many masters there are in the world? If you don’t have ten thousand, you have to have one thousand. If you can be in the top fifty, what else do you want? Besides, except for the top ten in Tianzi, whoever wants to win has to win you. Pay something.”
Fu Xiaohu asked happily: "Am I really that powerful?"
Fu Yanhe nodded solemnly.
Fu Xiaohu immediately became depressed again and said feebly: "What's the use? I can't get out of the valley anyway."
Fu Yanhe stood up, patted his son on the head, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it won't be long."
How long is it not too long? Fu Xiaohu looked up at the sky in the valley and felt like a toad in a well. No matter how high he jumped, he could not jump out of the valley.
"I wonder how Lan'er and Cui'er are doing..."
