Feng Wanli watched Jiang Yulang leave and lay down on the couch. He recalled that he was besieged by Cong Kaishu and other rats outside the manor just now.
Once upon a time, I missed him, Feng Wanli. As the second disciple of Biluo Lake, wherever he went, he would be greeted by groups of people, cheering in front of him and swarming behind him. Those people were afraid that they would not be able to say a word or get a smile in front of him, and would miss the opportunity to be known or remembered by him.
With such a high position in the sky and a lowly position on earth, the gap is so huge that no one would be able to accept it for a while.
Fortunately, seeing the four people around him, Dong Xiaowan, Shi Qinghua, Cui Yingying, and A Zhu, all looking at him listlessly, Feng Wanli quickly adjusted himself and said with a smile: "Junior sister, why are you crying so hard? Cheer up, there is a long way to go. If you want to regain the respect of the world and restore the face of Biluo Lake, it can be said that there is a long way to go."
Dong Xiaowan's skills came from Biluo Lake. No matter how bad Zhao Mingxiu is, he is still her master. She can't change and there is no need to change. She hopes that Biluo Lake will not decline from now on. Seeing that although what Feng Wanli said was reasonable, it was still like a dream, he secretly smiled bitterly and said: "Senior brother, can Biluo Lake go back to the past?"
The green hills never change, but the flowing water lasts forever. No matter it is in the past, present or future, there is no place in the world where things and people have changed with each passing generation. Feng Wanli believed that Biluo Lake was just a piece of land and could not escape its numerology. He was silent for a moment and replied with a smile: "Junior Sister, Biluo Lake has never changed. The only thing that has changed is the hearts of the people living there. If we can Live well in the present and protect the future, so why go back to the past! Don’t you think so?"
Dong Xiaowan saw that Feng Wanli's words were optimistic and reasonable, so she smiled and replied: "Senior brother is absolutely right, it's my junior sister who is confused."
After a while, Feng Wanli said: "Junior sister, I have a heartfelt request for my brother. I wonder if you can agree to it?"
Dong Xiaowan said: "Senior brother, please tell me."
Feng Wanli cut off his smile and said very calmly: "Junior sister, most of the Jianghu people who came to participate in the martial arts conference this time are unknown and profit-seeking people. They came at the invitation of Jiang Yulang, and they did not really think about it. Eradicating the Dragon Slaying Association will bring harm to the martial arts world. We should worry about Jiang Yulang being useful in the future and leave some room for ourselves."
Shi Qinghua asked: "Master, they came to the martial arts conference to sell Jiang Yulang a favor. But if they can't contribute to the eradication of the Dragon Slaying Society, I guess Jiang Yulang and Daxia Jiang will not appreciate it. Isn't it still in vain?"
Feng Wanli replied: "Because they are afraid of Zhao Mingxiu's martial arts, in order not to go into the muddy waters of attacking Longwang Mountain, they will definitely try their best to retreat. Looking at the current situation, if they can't attack Ximen Qing, Gui Haiming, Zuo Tu Ming, Duguyou, Ning Zhenan and other traitors of the Dragon Slaying Society are to be liquidated, and we can only take issue with the disciples of Biluo Lake or the White Lotus Sect."
Shi Qinghua interjected: "Master, according to what you say, in the martial arts competition in the future, won't we be pushed to the forefront of the storm and be very dangerous?"
Feng Wanli said: "Harming people who abandon evil and do good is equivalent to forcing the members of the Dragon Slaying Society to resist to the end. It will do no good to the complete eradication of Dragon Slaying. Those righteous people will never let this happen. For those who have ulterior motives For those of us who are here, the only opportunity is to use us as an excuse to force Jiang Yulang and others into a desperate situation, and either spare our lives or let them leave on their own."
Dong Xiaowan said: "Senior Brother, Junior Sister, whatever you want to do, it doesn't hurt to just tell me."
Feng Wanli said: "Junior sister, if those people insist on making things against you and me, and have to use our heads to clarify their ambitions before they are willing to let it go, for the sake of Qing'er, Ying'er and other descendants, in order to preserve the inheritance of Biluo Lake, for the sake of brother, I am willing to accompany you." I will die with you."
Dong Xiaowan glanced at the three children beside her, her eyes filled with sourness and bitterness. She was silent for a moment and said: "Brother, you and I rely on him. Zhao Mingxiu roams the world and dominates the world. It's not just a day or two. If you suffer from him, It is not a pity to die if you are implicated and your life is not saved. I am afraid that it is easy to make enemies but not easy to break up. Those people have no intention of letting these children go so as not to leave any future troubles. "
Feng Wanli said: "Junior sister, on the way to Zhengyi Villa, I thought the same thing as you, worried that those people would harm the children regardless of morality. However, based on my feelings towards Jiang Yulang, Zhang Fengxiang, Li Mengyang, Yu Liu, etc. People understand that as long as Bai Yutian's child is still alive, and as long as Jiang Yulang, Zhang Fengxiang and others really don't want to become the hawks of the Dragon Slayer Society, Jiang Yulang and others will protect the lives of these three children no matter what."
Dong Xiaowan said: "Senior brother, since you have said it so clearly, my little sister has nothing to worry about."
Feng Wanli smiled bitterly, his eyes flickered, and bitter words came out of his mouth: "Junior sister, in order to leave a future for Biluo Lake, I not only tried every means to save your life, but also forced you to do this. Don’t hold a grudge against me.”
Dong Xiaowan's eyes suddenly became moist, and she said slightly: "Brother, you and I are where we are today, all because of Master Zhao Mingxiu. I don't even know whether Zhao Mingxiu should hold grudges, so how can I hold grudges against you? You. Besides, he, Zhao Mingxiu, has been showing off his martial arts all his life. He has seven disciples who broke into the house, and the rest of us are not spared. This is the retribution he deserves." Two drops of water dropped to the ground.
Feng Wanli smiled with tears in his eyes and said happily: "Junior sister, don't be sad. I heard that the average life span of our ancestors was eighteen in the Xia and Shang Dynasties, no more than twenty in the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, less than thirty in the Han and Tang Dynasties, and now in the Song Dynasty , is getting better, and is expected to exceed thirty. You are already over forty, and I am already over fifty. Compared with our ancestors, we are considered to have a long life."
After hearing Feng Wanli's words, Dong Xiaowan felt inexplicably balanced deep in her heart. She stood up and said politely: "Senior brother is so big-hearted. Junior sister didn't know much about it before. I hope senior brother will not blame me and forgive me."
Feng Wanli was extremely unwell. He said with a strong smile: "Junior sister, if a good man doesn't fight with a girl, if he insists on fighting, he will always suffer the consequences. Senior brother, I am sensible and open-minded. I always put all my worries behind me when I wake up. Finally, there is no need to forgive one or two.”
Dong Xiaowan smiled warmly, said good night to Feng Wanli with Cui Yingying and A Zhu, and left the room.
Feng Wanli was injured all over his body and had difficulty moving. As a beloved disciple, Shi Qinghua closed the door and waited beside the couch, chatting intermittently for a few words. After Feng Wanli fell asleep, he stood up, flicked the wick, and fell asleep on the table beside him.
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It is said that Bai Yutian and others accompanied He Jingrong to the capital, non-stop all the way, and arrived at Ningling at nightfall. After staying one night, we set off as soon as dawn broke. We were so busy on the road that we didn't even bother to eat breakfast. Seeing the sun was setting, I was hungry. There happened to be a restaurant by the roadside, so I got off my horse and headed towards the restaurant.
When the waiter saw the large group of people arriving, he came up to greet them. His joy was beyond words.
Everyone saw that the clouds in the sky were thick and dim, and the wind could blow through the willows. It was very cool. They listened to the waiter's advice and sat three tables outside under the pergola to the west. Eight people, Bai Yutian, Wushan Taoist, Zhuo Yifei, Liu Qing, the Ding brothers, and He Jingrong and his son, sat at one table, and the other ten people sat at the same table. Herbal tea was poured and they started drinking.
But after a while, six more people came over. One person is in his sixties and dressed as a beggar; one is in his fifties and looks like a Confucian scholar; the other four are about forty years old, wearing silk and satin, and speak with a mixture of Northeastern, Northwest, and Sichuan accents. The six of them also listened to the waiter's suggestion and walked under the pergola to the east.
Under the pergola on the east side, there are four large wooden tables. One or two people are sitting next to three tables, and one table is surrounded by free space. The six people walked under the pergola, and the elder in his sixties sat at an empty table. The other five people separated and sat at the other three tables respectively. I could only hear three people saying to the guests at each table at the same time: "Are you done eating? If you are done eating, get out of here and don't hinder my interest in drinking wine and eating meat." They looked fierce.
The total number of guests at those three tables was only five or six people. They only wanted safety and wealth when they went out, and it was really unreasonable to confront a strongman who grew up eating raw rice just for a meal. Not only did the waiter at the restaurant not come to dissuade him, but he also watched the show from the sidelines. Knowing that he couldn't afford to offend him, he chose to give in, put down his meal money on the table, got up and left quickly.
After driving away the other guests, the six of them sat around a table, ordered food and drinks, and drank tea.
Not long after, the waiter brought the wine and food and walked eastward.
When Zhuo Yifei saw this, he was very angry and shouted angrily: "Little brother, are you making a mistake? We can come first."
After serving the food to the six people, the waiter walked over quickly and apologized: "Please forgive me, sir. The food and wine will be here soon."
The six people turned their extremely unfriendly eyes over, and the man in his fifties sneered: "Little brother, since ancient times, the strong have been respected, and the weak have been bullied. If you want to give priority to drinking and eating meat, just set the table Knock it over and just come to our place to beg. There is no need to talk nonsense to the bully waiter."
Except for Taoist Wushan, who seemed to have seen these six people, no one else knew about them.
Bai Yutian smiled and replied: "Brother, it's very rare for you to have such good intentions. But eat first and leave first. We are neither starving ghosts nor are we rushing to reincarnate. It doesn't matter if you wait for a while. You Say yes?"
The man picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, then threw the empty bowl towards the white jade sky so fast that the wind roared happily all the way.
Bai Yutian stretched out his hand to greet the wine bowl in the air. When the wine bowl encountered the wind in his palm, he immediately flew back along the same path and landed gently on the table in front of the man. It shook slightly and then stabilized. .
The man was very shocked. In order to regain his place, he picked up a chopstick and shot it toward the white jade sky. The wind roared all the way.
Bai Yutian smiled faintly and glanced at the chopsticks. Like an arrow unable to move forward, the chopsticks fell to the ground two feet in front of his eyes.
