Murong Baiyun said, I don't care, but I don't know if the heroes here can agree.
Han Kuo smiled, if all the forces in the local association were taken over by the sacred religion today, I came to the martial arts conference today, but it was just a notification to everyone. If you can agree to my teacher to join the martial arts association, it will naturally be good, my sacred religion will naturally Willing to rebuild the new martial arts order with the various martial arts. If it doesn't, there will be a fight in the future, so please think twice!
Murong Baiyun returned to the inner hall to discuss countermeasures with the major council members. I sat where I was doing exercises and healed my wounds. The punch just now shattered the meridians in my body, and the zhenqi traveled to the Rendu 2nd Meridian and Chongdai 2nd Meridian, as if encountering heavy resistance.
Teak Road, just that blow, you lost at least ten years of life. I smiled bitterly in my heart. Compared with Mingjiao's life, what is the ten-year birthday? What is a skill? If I do it again, I am afraid I will choose this way again.
The magic sect suddenly came to the martial arts conference, and it was naturally prepared. As for the so-called twenty-one, it was nothing more than a wild asking price. The demon sect returned to the Central Plains, took over the forces of the Heaven and Earth Society, and made a big fuss in the martial arts convention, but it just wanted the Central Plains martial arts to recognize its legal status. There is always good and evil in the various sects of the rivers and lakes. It has always been the word of profit. If the demon sect really asks too much, the Central Plains Wulin will not agree to it. Next, it depends on how the Central Plains Wulin repays the money.
Sure enough, Murong Baiyun, Shaolin and Wudang council members walked out and drove a long way towards Han. It was better to talk about the prestigious teaching conditions.
Han Kuochang said that when we came, Lord Ji also understood that since we returned to the Central Plains, we must abide by the rules and regulations. As for the so-called sanctions bill, Shengjiao would naturally not agree to it. As the saying goes, if you are together, you will benefit, and if you divide, you will suffer harm. We don't ask for much, as long as a martial arts association has a board seat to communicate with various schools, but also ask for a word of fairness. To show my sincerity, I would like to pay twice the membership dues.
I thought that the demon cult was really clever, first winning by fighting, and then putting forward such a favorable condition, who would have to weigh it in exchange for it. This Han Kuochang is a veteran negotiator, and his words made everyone's heart moved.
Murong Baiyun exchanged glances with everyone, haha smiled, the noble teacher was really quick to talk! In my opinion, Manichaeism was originally a member of the Central Plains martial arts two hundred years ago. Now that we have returned to the Central Plains, we have not been able to greet each other, but it seems that we are stingy.
The next thing was much simpler, and it didn’t take long before we settled the relevant matters. Some things decided in the original martial arts conference will naturally change with the withdrawal of the martial arts and Qingcheng faction in Shuzhong. , But when Mojiao proposed that in addition to the board of directors, the establishment of supervisors was required to supervise the implementation of the resolutions of the martial arts conference and the use of membership fees. Everyone had different opinions. But when the Demon Cult proposed that the position of supervisor could be determined by Central Plains Wulin, there was no objection.
That night, Murong Villa had a big banquet and enjoyed it all. Although the internal strength was blocked, the recovery from the injuries on his body was probably related to the drop of blood that the Spirit Devouring Orb merged with me.
Liu Qingfeng and Teak stayed for a meal. I miss Mingjiao in my heart, but I don't know what she is like.
As I was leaving the villa, a familiar voice sounded behind me, Qin Sanguan! I turned around and Mingjiao walked towards me in the night.
When they came to the Qinhuai River, the two watched the river flowing under the bridge on the bridge, silently. I don't know what Mingjiao thinks, but after so many things, the depression in my heart has been solved.
I thought...
I thought...
I smiled, you speak first, I'll listen.
Mingjiao hesitated for a moment and said, let's forget it. I have been reflecting on it for a long time these days, I am afraid we are not suitable, if we continue like this, I am afraid it will also harm you.
Why? Because of my low martial arts? Or is your family background too bad
Mingjiao shook his head because you are the disciple of the Sansu, and the grievances between our Murong family and the Sansu are probably hard to resolve.
It suddenly occurred to me that when the Sansu met the Mingjiao in the capital, the Mingjiao always hesitated, and the Mingjiao seemed to be ignorant of the Sansu. I originally thought that the two of them were just not pleasing to the eye, but there was such a public case in it. No wonder Sansu always matched me with Jia Ming, but strongly opposed me and Mingjiao.
Thirty years ago, the three common people alone broke into Murong Mountain Villa, which caused our villa to suffer a great humiliation for a hundred years, and even made my aunt Murong lightly hate to become a monk, so when my father heard that I was with you, he disagreed. So that day, I tried my best to humiliate you in front of the heroes, just to make you retreat. What's more, today, you behaved like this again, cutting the peach blossoms with your sword, and even more embarrassing my dad. I am afraid that we can't be together even at the level of the family.
Sanguan, I am very touched by what you did, but Murong Villa is really too big. On the surface it looks bright and beautiful, like a peach blossom in the mountains, but in fact the Villa is riddled with holes and is in danger. I am the only hope of the villa, and I cannot ignore the future and destiny of the entire family for the sake of my children's personal love.
Hearing this result, I was not particularly shocked, not to mention the feeling of colic in my heart a few days ago. I just calmly watched the river flowing into the distance without saying a word.
In terms of feelings, I am not a person who is very good at expressing, but I am not a person who has no ideas, and sometimes I think more than others. That day in Murong Mountain Villa, in Jinling City, the pain that pierced my heart, I will never forget.
Mingjiao is a princess born with a golden spoon, even more like a princess than Jia Ming, a genuine princess. She is cold, arrogant, poorly expressive, and temperamental. Only in the days when a woman disguised herself as a man in the Central Plains Escort made her friends. , This made her want to stay with me regardless of family opposition.
But the longer the time, the farther the distance between me and her seems. This distance is not only the distance between each other's hearts, but the distance between me and her class. That kind of distance can't be seen or touched, but it exists in reality.
I sighed and looked at her with clear eyes, Miss Murong, I wish you happiness! Inexplicably thinking of the words Ji Junbi said before leaving, I felt sour for no reason.
Mingjiao usually doesn't talk much, even if she used to work together, she was far away from the group, or listened coldly beside her, but she said a lot tonight. I am more afraid to listen to this kind of heartfelt words. When I hear it, it is not only a trust, but also a responsibility. To Mingjiao and Murong Mountain Villa, I will never be able to bear this responsibility.
Mingjiao has returned to that cold look again, when will it return to Beijing
The day after tomorrow!
Looking at her floating back, the corners of my eyes are a little moist. I said in my heart, Murong Qiushui, this is the last time I shed tears for you.
When Jiang Chong heard that we were preparing for the return journey, he even prepared a carriage with various Jinling specialties and a letter to everyone in charge. I don't feel too much hate for someone like Jiang Chong who drills in the camp. On the contrary, I admire his courage very much. He himself said very straightforwardly that the establishment of a branch in Jinling is just to make money. He has connections and capabilities in Jinling, and will have troubles. If there is a chance, I don't mind giving him a hand.
Liu Qingfeng and I strolled around Jinling City, bought some local features, and then wrote a letter to the master's house to take a leave, and plan to go back to my hometown when passing by Jinan Mansion.
Before I left Jinling City, I bought a few special issues on the martial arts conference at the gate of the city and read them. The introduction of this martial arts conference on Xiaosheng Information is relatively concise:
According to our newspaper, the three-day Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference was successfully concluded in Murong Mountain Villa. This conference passed the proposal to elect Murong Baiyun as the new martial arts leader, and elected the new members of the board of directors. The proposal of teaching as a member of the martial arts conference...
When Liu Qingfeng read this, he tore the newspaper directly, and said angrily, it was all the mouthpiece of Murong Mountain Villa. What kind of shit would give birth to the world, and he would no longer be able to talk when he took the money. Speaking, I took a lace tabloid and read it, Sanguan, there is a word about you here!
I took it and saw a piece of report titled "Murong Villa Peach Blossoms Withered in One Day, Suspected Someone Deliberately". It was said that Murong Villa's peach blossoms were all withered overnight, and Murong Villa quickly reported the case to Yingtian Mansion. After a series of investigations It was a mysterious man who poured sulfuric acid on the peach tree. The suspect has been under control.
Liu Qingfeng said, 10,000 mu of peach blossoms, how much sulfuric acid it takes to pour it out. I smiled bitterly in my heart. This kind of report must have been written by Murong Mountain Villa at the expense of some people. Otherwise, few people would buy this kind of broken lace tabloid. As for what is written on it, no one reads it. It is estimated that Xiaosheng Jianghu really can't use this kind of manuscript, so it will be published in this kind of tabloid.
It’s just that things like time are very strange. It doesn’t take long for the truth to be buried, and what falls on the literal becomes the truth.
When I walked out of Jinling City, I looked back, but saw a white horse in white rushing towards us. The white horse wins the snow and the white horse is like the wind. He came to the carriage. It wasn't Murong Qiushui, but who was it
Liu Qingfeng asked, why are you here
Murong Qiushui said, see you off.
With that said, Murong Qiushui handed me a package. The future is long and Wang Jun cherishes it!
I restore the look of a hippie smiling face, girl Murong, in the future, Murong Villa’s business in the capital will be escorted by darts, don’t forget to find us at the Central Plains Escort!
Murong Qiushui smiled, that's for sure! Goodbye!
We handed over: Goodbye!
Watching Murong Qiushui go away, I opened the package, and inside it was the wooden hairpin and thirty taels of silver. These thirty taels of silver are exactly what I saved for my wife years ago.
Liu Qingfeng waved his whip, and the carriage slowly drove north.
Looking at Jinling City, which was gradually disappearing from my sight, I felt as if a stone had been dropped in my heart.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan! I am afraid that in this life I will never forget this trip to the south of the Yangtze River. In the Moming Lake cave, I sacrificed myself in a red dress in order to save me, the sword that soared above the peach mountain, and the woman's parting words that I can't forget, hey, the **** Jiangnan!
A song of high platform love does not change, outside the clock tower, the ancient city east, the south of the Yangtze River dreams become empty; when the dream breaks, the flowing water shines on the flowers.