The three of them had a lot of fun playing in the water. The water-splashing fight didn't stop until Amber begged for mercy and gave up. Jade and Li Fenglan were fine, only the cuffs of their skirts were stained with a little water. Amber was in a worse situation. She had been standing in the water, and now her clothes were half wet. The originally loose and flowing dress clung tightly to her body after being soaked in water.
Li Fenglan suddenly narrowed her eyes. She stared at Amber and asked Jade in a low voice: "Has she... always been like this?"
Jade followed Li Fenglan's gaze and narrowed her eyes, replying: "I haven't paid attention to him for several years, so I don't know."
"Well," Li Fenglan shouted to Hu Bo, "Hu Bo, come here."
Amber waded in front of the two of them and asked, "What's wrong?"
Taking advantage of Amber's unpreparedness, Li Fenglan and Feicui took action at the same time, grabbing Amber from left to right. Amber was stunned for a long time, then she blushed, jumped back, and put her hands on her chest: "What are you doing?!"
Jade's face was full of indignation. She looked at her right hand that was still holding it, suddenly shook her hand and stood up, and said angrily: "I won't wash it anymore."
Li Fenglan looked at her palm, grasped it twice, and recalled the feeling just now. Then he also stood up, with an expression on his face that was as good as Jade's, and followed Jade towards the mule cart. As he walked, he said angrily: "Obviously the youngest."
Jade replied: "Yes."
Amber was left standing in the river in a daze, and it took a long time for Amber to react.
"Ah! Miss! Sister Jade! Wait for me!"
Zhu Mingyu and Mu Yun didn't understand. They were obviously happy when they went there, but why did Li Fenglan and Feicui's faces turn dark when they came back? And he didn't bring Amber with him. It took a while before Amber came up with his clothes half wet.
It's not easy for the two of them to ask about things between girls.
After everyone gathered together, they continued on their way. It got dark soon, and it looked like they would have to sleep outdoors tonight. Fortunately, we were well prepared when we arrived, with a lot of dry food and warm clothing. After the last ambush in the woods, Li Fenglan now learned well and asked everyone to take turns keeping watch.
Li Fenglan always felt that this time they would be assassinated by Ye Yu Xiaozhu not long after they left Luoyang. However, they traveled for several days without encountering any accidents. Even the martial arts people who had nothing to do before seemed to have stopped moving.
"Could it be that the Songshan sect's attack on the mountain to shake the tiger worked last time?" Li Fenglan was lying in the carriage, staring at the roof quietly. Unable to think of an answer for the moment, Li Fenglan decided not to think too much and go to bed first.
She made a mistake, one she would regret later.
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Yi Gong Sect and Tang Sect have the same origin. In other words, Yigong Sect is originally the lower sect of Tang Sect. Decades ago, the Tang Sect was unwilling to stay in peace and secretly sent people northward in an attempt to gain a foothold in the north. As a result, the Central Plains martial arts community could not accept the Tang Sect and made every possible effort to make things difficult for the new Tang Sect.
In the end, as a last resort, the lower sect of the Tang clan went all the way north until they reached the northern grasslands of Shuntian before they could completely get rid of the entanglement of the Central Plains martial arts.
Later, the old men of the Tang clan withered away, and the hidden weapon skills they were originally proud of were almost lost, leaving only a lot of mechanism skills. Fortunately, the people of the Tang Sect were shrewd enough. They had several dealings with and done business with the northern nomads. After seeing their superb archery skills, the Tang Sect decided to learn from them and developed unique bow techniques. Renamed "Yigongmen".
The old sect leader Tang Duxiao is over eighty years old. He was less than thirty when he came out of Shu, and now he is already an octogenarian. Tang Duxiao has been in trouble for more than thirty years. The development of the sect has been hindered and there are no good seedlings. Nineteen years ago, his favorite disciple was also seduced by a Central Plains woman. Even now, the younger generation in the family no longer speak Shuzhong dialect.
Fifty years ago, there was chaos in the martial arts world and the Tang Sect suffered heavy losses. More than twenty years ago, there was civil strife in the Tang Sect, which resulted in 80% of the sect's disciples being killed or injured. And now, Tang Sect in Shuzhong? It's already a thing of the past.
The night is already deep, the Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the weather in the north has already become cold.
Tang Duxiao was sitting in the main seat of the lobby. The hall was brightly lit and there were all the masters in the sect.
A young man dressed luxuriously stood in the middle of the lobby, talking nonstop to Tang Duxiao.
"The bitter cold land in the north is rarely visited by people from the Central Plains. Your sect has been developing here for more than fifty years. Mr. Tang, the younger generation is brave enough to say something that shouldn't be said."
Tang Duxiao was a little sleepy. He gently raised his hand to signal the young man to continue talking.
The young man said: "Is the old master willing to settle here?"
"Huh," Tang Duxiao sneered after hearing this, "I'm not young anymore, and I don't have much ambition anymore."
"Now Changfeng Tower has the idea of returning to Jianghu, which is not a good thing for Jianghu. For eighteen years, the entire martial arts world has been a little tired, but Changfeng Tower has not. I heard that the three girls they sent are all capable. Go to the top of the list."
"So, little friend, what is the purpose of telling this to this old man?"
The young man cupped his fists and bowed deeply: "Yeyu Xiaozhu wants to invite Ikongmon to come out!"
"Hmph," Tang Duxiao sneered, "Let one of my disciples become a killer?"
"Exactly!"
"Do you think that's possible?"
"When the Tang Sect was at its peak, Ye Yu Xiaozhu didn't dare to show his face."
Although what he said is correct, the Tang Sect did start from the assassin industry a hundred years ago, otherwise it would not have so many assassination skills, but to say it is like a slap in the face, and it is a bit reckless.
The young people in the lobby were a little out of sorts. If the old sect master hadn't been there, he would have taught this kid a lesson.
"Disciples in the sect, we have almost forgotten the assassination skills," Tang Duxiao was not angry, "Even if I have the intention, I am powerless."
The young man did not give up and said, "Isn't it possible? The old sect master is a nostalgic person. You will not lose the Tang Sect's skills."
Tang Duxiao said nothing, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.
The young man continued: "There are several people in the room..." At this point, he looked around at everyone in the room, "They are not ordinary assassination masters."
"How can you tell?" Tang Duxiao's tone was still calm.
"Junior always judges people very accurately."
Are you always good at reading people? I'm afraid Ye Yu Xiaozhu's spies were all over Shuntian Mansion more than ten years ago. People in the Jianghu were afraid of the three families, but they never thought that Ye Yu Xiaozhu's intelligence strength was no worse than the three families. Of course Tang Duxiao knew this, but he couldn't speak too rigidly, otherwise the conversation would be impossible.
Seeing that Tang Du smiled and said nothing, the young man added: "Return to the Central Plains, old master, don't you want to?"
"It's easy to say, what can I bring back?"
The young man clapped his hands, and two boys walked into the lobby carrying a large wooden box. The two boys were strong and strong, and they looked like they were good at martial arts, but it was extremely difficult to carry such a box.
The young man opened the wooden box in front of everyone. Immediately afterwards, everyone in the hall let out bursts of low shouts.
The young man pointed to the box and said, "These are just deposits."
Tang Duxiao didn't look at the box of gold, stone and jade. He was not interested. He asked, "Deposit? I haven't made any specific request yet."
"Simple, help me, Ye Yu Xiaozhu, deal with Changfeng Tower."
"Changfeng Tower..." It seemed that it brought back some bad memories, Tang Duxiao's expression was a little embarrassed, "Humph, what a move to combine vertical and horizontal."
"What do you think, old master?"
Tang Duxiao sat up from his chair, and several discerning disciples hurried over to help him. He is so old that he can hardly walk. With the support of his disciples, he walked tremblingly to the center of the hall and said in an old voice: "Disciples, listen."
The members of the Yigong Sect were in awe and cheered up to listen to the speech of the old sect leader.
"It has been sixty years since... I came out of Shuzhong, and it has been more than fifty years since I came to this place where birds don't shit... My master died on the way, and the masters of the Tang Sect were poisoned. He's dead, you're a loser. My master wanted to go back to the Central Plains to take revenge, but after leaving for forty years, he was afraid that he would die outside. My apprentice ran away with a Central Plains woman... It's an old thing, and I persuaded myself to let it go. But I couldn't let it go. , how can I let it go... In Shu, my parents, my sister, and many brothers and sisters... are all dead, and I can't go back."
The words were full of misery, but Tang Duxiao's tone was unusually calm. He continued: "After all these years, Mr. Ge, you idiots have even forgotten the local accent!"
Tang Duxiao's tone became more and more excited, and he spoke in Shuzhong dialect unconsciously: "Tangmen is gone. While I'm still alive, you guys can fight me back to Shuzhong. If I'm still alive then, pick me up." When I go back, I will be buried in the Tangmen Cemetery. If I die, you will have to take these kilograms of my bones back to Shu!"
With a "swipe" sound, the disciples in the hall fell to their knees, but no one responded.
Several disciples close to Tang Duxiao knew that the master wanted to return to Shuzhong, but they had never mentioned it in these years. Fight back to the Central Plains? Tang Duxiao doesn't want to? But what's the use of thinking? At that time, Mo Changfeng was eager for justice and made friends with brothers who were loyal and sincere. Later, he established Changfeng Tower and became the number one martial arts sect in just a few years. There were many masters in the sect, and ten of them were picked out, at least two of them were masters of the words "Heaven" and "Earth".
But what will happen? He made a desperate move to support the three families, but in the end, he didn't even have the strength to resist before being encircled and suppressed by the major martial arts sects. In the end, the disciples in the sect suffered numerous casualties, and it took them half their lives to reach Chaolan Valley.
How does Yigongmen compare with Changfeng Tower back then?
The Yigong Sect didn't even dare to have a Chinese character in their name, let alone half of Changfeng Tower. Even if Changfeng Tower only sent out the top ten masters in the building, they would still be no match. How much more against the entire martial arts world?
But Tang Duxiao knew that if he did not seize the opportunity in front of him, Yi Gong Clan would never be able to return to the Central Plains, let alone revitalize the Tang Clan.
Cooperating with Yeyu Xiaozhu means that Yi Gongmen will have to do shameful things for a long time from now on. It doesn't matter, Tang Sect relied on this to make its fortune before. Tang Duxiao had already made up his mind to cooperate with Yeyu Xiaozhu from the moment the young man came in and expressed his intention. The reason for his nonchalant behavior was just to raise the price.
Seeing Tang Duxiao say such words, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his fists and raised his hands, and said respectfully: "The old sect master understands the righteousness, and the younger generation admires him."
"Don't rush to admire me," Tang Duxiao said, "Yeyu Xiaozhu, you still have to promise me something."
"Please speak."
"I will send some disciples to work with you, but Yi Gong Sect, no... Tang Sect disciples, don't kill children, don't kill women who are incapable of binding a chicken. Ah... by the way, don't kill indiscriminately. You Ye Yu I also know some of the rules of Xiaozhu, and I will destroy the family at every turn." Tang Duxiao shook his head, "Except for those who deserve to be killed, the rest of the family members will not kill them if they can."
The young man replied: "Yes."
Tang Duxiao pointed at a few middle-aged people and said: "You guys, stay. You are soft-hearted and can't be killers, so stay and teach the disciples... There are also a few disciples from the inner sect who I have taught who are staying. The rest… golden bamboo.”
A middle-aged man walked up to Tang Duxiao and responded: "Disciple is here."
Tang Duxiao said: "Take these belongings, gather the disciples tomorrow, and ask them who wants to go to the Central Plains. Those who want to go will be given money, and those who don't want to go will stay... They are all good children, so you have to follow them. "
"Yes, master."
Seeing that the conversation was over, the young man smiled and said, "Old Master, in that case, I won't disturb you."
Tang Duxiao said nothing and just nodded. The young man bowed deeply, turned around and walked out the door. As soon as one foot crossed the threshold, Tang Duxiao said, "Young man, wait a moment."
"Is there anything else, old master?"
"May I have your name?"
The young man was rude again and replied solemnly: "Junior, Chen Zijue."
