There are four great martial arts families on the rivers and lakes, Jinling Murong family, Wang family, Qiantang Nangong family and Tangmen in Shuzhong. For hundreds of years, even though the emperor's throne took turns, these four great families have always stood firm. Among the four great families, Tangmen in Shuzhong is famous for its hidden weapons. It is said that seven of the ten hidden weapons on the rivers and lakes are from Tangmen, and the sales of hidden weapons can circle the Central Plains twice a year. Murong, Wang Family, and Nangong Family are famous for their swordsmanship, and they have also produced countless kendo masters in the past century. The peach wood sword god Zhao Ritian was once a servant of the Nangong family.
Another reason why the four great families can lead the world is that there are some old priests in these families, that is, Keqing, and most of them are knights who have been famous for a long time, and there are also swordsmen trained by the family themselves, unless they are in trouble. Few people know how strong these aristocratic families are.
Take the Murong family as an example. They rank first among the four great families. The former owner, Murong Bancheng, was once a master of martial arts. In Jiangnan, the Murong family can be said to be the best in Jiangnan martial arts. He intervened in many disputes.
The Murong family has stood firm in the arena for a hundred years, and the last time it suffered a setback was thirty years ago. It is said that a young swordsman killed Murong Mountain Villa with one sword, and killed three masters of Tongxiang and more than 20 masters of Xuanxuan. Even so, at the last martial arts conference ten years later, he still showed his majestic strength. Four of the eleven members of the board of directors of the last session of the Wulin Association held four seats. It is precisely because of this that the reopening of the martial arts conference twenty years later was chosen on the Chunshui Lake in the Murong Bieyuan Garden in the south of the Yangtze River.
Murong Villa is in the south of Jinling City. After asking for a good way, I bought some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that Mingjiao loves to eat, and then I visited. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the villa, I was dumbfounded. Murong Mountain Villa was built on the back of the mountain, covering an area of five to six hundred acres.
Liu Qingfeng looked at her tongue. It turned out that Mingjiao grew up in such a large mountain villa and knew that she would have to slaughter her a few more meals when she was in the capital.
Visitors at the door were endless. The concierge was an old man in his fifties. Before he could open his mouth, he only heard the son Pian Pian next to him say, "Lu Yufei in the lower Jiuhua Mountain, come to visit Miss Murong Qiushui." , I also hope that the elderly will inform you.
When the concierge heard it, came to visit our eldest lady? No see!
Lu Yufei handed over a piece of silver, three or four, so generously. The concierge reached out and took it, weighed it, and said, wait, because the lady might not be free. Speaking of sending someone to report, I didn't have a moment to pass, the eldest lady is not free, please go back.
Lu Yufei said that the little brother had less than half a cup of tea to go back and forth, but he didn't know if he had given it to him.
The concierge said angrily, you guys like Jianghu, I have seen a lot of me. Every day I see my eldest lady, there are not one hundred and eighty. Isn't it possible to see you all? With that, he threw back a piece of silver, which weighed half a catty.
Liu Qingfeng met, and hurriedly stepped forward. Liu Qingfeng also came to visit the eldest lady at the Xiazhongyuan Escort, and said he passed a couple of silver. I guess I saw that the concierge was generous and I was thinking about making a fortune.
The concierge took the silver and said that the master had ordered that anyone who came from the Jiangnan Escort or Longmen Escort would be beaten out. After all, a few evil slaves came out from the door, Liu Qingfeng was so scared that he backed away again and again, I can't go, but can you return that piece of silver to me
Where do those people listen to his nonsense, angry Liu Qingfeng yells, what a dog is the door, don't open the door, I won't know you.
I stepped forward and said that in Qin Sanguan, Jinan Prefecture, Shandong Province, I also wanted to see Girl Murong. As soon as the voice fell, the doorman instructed the evil slave to rush up again, so that you little rascals didn’t learn well, and it’s okay to learn martial arts to make money, always thinking about being our Murong family's son-in-law, and didn’t look in the mirror. Material!
The two of us sat down at a tea shop at the entrance of the villa to have tea and discuss matters, thinking what to do. When we came to Jinling, we couldn't see Mingjiao, and the evil dog was in power, so we couldn't send her a letter. Then Lu Yufei also came to the tea house. Seeing us, sitting next to us, the two of you also wanted to see Miss Murong
We nodded, and Lu Yufei said, Hey, this is the third day in a row. Not to mention Miss Murong, I haven't even seen a maid. Fortunately, Murong's family is generous and has made a small profit in the past few days. Two silvers.
Liu Qingfeng said depressed, you made a profit, brother, I can lose a couple of silver. Suddenly, my inspiration flashed, and I quickly said goodbye to them and came out alone.
Hum, don’t let me in, won’t I enter through the back door? The power of love is great. Several times in a row, I tried to steal in from another door, but was forced to retreat by a group of masters hiding in the dark, which made me depressed. At this time, I saw an ox cart coming out of the back door of the villa, which should be sending firewood to the villa, so I made a plan.
I followed the ox cart to the villager's home that gave him firewood, and gave him a silver or two, and asked if I could help you send firewood tomorrow? The old man surnamed Sun shook his head. The hero didn't know. I have been sending firewood to Murong's family for more than ten years. I can't lose my life for you.
As soon as I gritted my teeth, I handed out five taels of silver, saying that I am not a bad person, but that I have a friend in Murong Mountain Villa. I want to go in and meet her, and I hope the elderly can be accommodating. The old grandson was a little tempted to see Yinzi, so he said, just this time
I categorically cut the railway, only this time!
On the second day, I went to Murong Mountain Villa with the old grandson and came to the door. The concierge at the back said that the old grandson, why did he still hire a helper today? The old grandson said, this is my nephew from afar. He came to me from Shandong. He had a rheumatism in the past two days. Let him help.
I handed over a packet of twelve hairpins to the concierge. It was the one left by Wang Encong’s gift to Liu Qingfeng. The concierge smiled and said to the old grandson, “I don’t know your careful thoughts yet. Let’s go in. I will let him know when I see the third housekeeper.
I followed the bullock cart into the villa and asked about it from others. I only knew that Murong Mountain Villa was very big. After I came in, it was like a maze. I followed the bullock cart to the wood house. While the old grandson unloaded the cart, I was about to slip away. Help, who expected to be yelled at as soon as I left the house, it’s okay, your kid is not doing a good job, what are you going for
When I heard the sound, a thin, refined man with a pipe was staring at me. I nodded and bowed quickly. I'm sorry, there are three urgency. That door, the third housekeeper, this is the distant relative of the old grandson, who is here to help deliver the firewood today. The third housekeeper said, don't run around if it's okay, haven't you told him the rules of the villa
I apologized again and again, and went back to help the old grandson unload the firewood. The doorman came over and said, there are many family members in the house, you are here to do your work.
After unloading the car, under the supervision of the concierge, we left the Murong Villa. That night, I gave the old grandson a couple of silvers, saying that these **** rests, and I have all the work of delivering firewood.