Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Zhu Xiaoyuan is a leading figure in East China's martial arts. He is as famous as Xiao Sheng, the grandmaster in the capital, and is also known as Southern Zhu and Northern Xiao.

The Zhu family is known as the first aristocratic family in Jinling and the first aristocratic family in Jiangdong, and has great influence in society.

Zhu Xiaoyuan suddenly sent an invitation. Of course it was not to invite Li Muchen to have a drink. It was obviously for the martial arts association.

Li Muchen had no intention of going. He had no friendship with Zhu Xiaoyuan, and there was no need to explain anything to him.

What's more, he was about to rush to the capital, drink poetry and gatha, and wait for Wang Chongxian to come out of seclusion, in order to find out the truth about the Li family's destruction. This matter was important and could not be delayed.

But the person sent to deliver the invitation said something that made Li Muchen change his mind.

That person is: "Mr. Zhu said that he is too old to come to Hecheng in person, so he asked me to go to his old friend's grave on his behalf to pay homage."

Li Muchen thought to himself, could there be an old relationship between Zhu Xiaoyuan and Grandpa Lin?

If this is the case, it would be hard to ignore the invitation if it is sent.

Together with Lin Manqing, they took the man to the Huangtan Cemetery by Lingshan Lake.

According to Lin Shangyi's last will and testament, his tomb was built next to Li Youquan's tomb without any writing.

The man looked at the two bare tombs and asked, "Excuse me, which one is Mr. Li's tomb?"

Li Muchen was stunned and said, "Are you sure your surname is Li? Not Lin?"

The man said: "I'm sure, his surname is Li and his given name is Li Youquan. Mr. Zhu made it very clear."

Li Muchen was surprised.

As a martial arts leader and a great master who has been in Jinling for hundreds of years, Zhu Xiaoyuan has no need to make up such words to trick him into going to Jinling.

There was a surge of excitement in his heart.

Rather than the truth about the destruction of the Li family in the capital, what he wanted to know more urgently was the cause of Grandpa Youquan's death.

After all, I was raised by Grandpa Youquan, and I am closer to him than my biological grandfather Li Tiance. Moreover, Grandpa Youquan died in his arms. He still remembers the way he was covered in injuries and the last smile before he died.

Unfortunately, there are no clues about Grandpa Youquan’s death, and we don’t even know whether it was an accident or man-made.

He only knew that Grandpa Zai Youquan had left Hecheng for several months and did not know where he went.

If Zhu Xiaoyuan and Grandpa Youquan were old friends, would he know?

A glimmer of hope ignited in Li Muchen's heart.

He pointed with his hand and said, "This is my grandfather's grave."

The man nodded, walked over, and cleared away the weeds in the Western Zhou Dynasty of the tomb bit by bit.

In fact, the development rights of Lingshan Lake have long been owned by Jingli Group, and this deserted beach has naturally been re-planned and renovated. Although it still maintains the appearance of a deserted beach, it is very neat and clean, and there are few weeds in front of the graves.

But the man still did it very seriously.

After cleaning, he lit the incense he had prepared in advance and bowed respectfully in front of the grave.

After the ceremony was completed, the man said, "Master Li, I'll take my leave first. When you arrive in Jinling, just contact President Bai. He will take you to see Mr. Zhu."

After Li Muchen sent the man away, he and Lin Manqing made some preparations and set off for Jinling.

This time, he did not fly with his sword, but solemnly asked the driver to drive them there.

When he arrived in Jinling, he contacted Bai Fuming, who came to pick him up.

They got into Bai Fuming's car.

Bai Fuming's car was very ordinary and there was no driver. He drove it himself to the suburbs of Jinling.

If such a car was left on the road, no one would notice it. They would never have guessed that it was the car of the president of the East China Martial Arts Association.

The car drove into a place called Zhumen Town, then turned onto a rural road, and drove past a gate tower archway with the three characters "Zhumen Village" written on it.

A long road led from the gatehouse to the inside. After a few miles, we saw a pretty little village.

The houses in the village are one building and one courtyard, and they are built very neatly. The small yards of each house are also kept clean, which is in line with the image of a modern and beautiful new countryside.

Just outside the village, there is a meandering river, a white jade arch bridge, reed flowers everywhere, and graceful egrets, which makes it very quiet.

Bai Fuming told Li Muchen: "The teacher is old and stopped taking care of family affairs decades ago. He lived in seclusion in Zijin Mountain at first. Later, with the development of tourism, there were more and more people in Zijin Mountain, so he moved to Qingliang Mountain. Later, Qingliang Mountain was no longer cool, so we moved here.”

The car stopped in front of a small house.

There is no difference between this house and the surrounding houses. It is just an ordinary farmhouse.

It seems that Grandmaster Zhu really has no airs, Li Muchen thought.

The courtyard door was unlocked, so Bai Fuming pushed the door open and went in. He called "teacher" twice and heard an echo of "Hey!" from behind.

"It's in the backyard!" Bai Fuming said with a smile, and walked toward the back from the aisle next to the house.

There is also a yard at the back, which is slightly larger than the front yard and has been transformed into several vegetable plots.

An old man with white hair was squatting on the ground, tending to the tender vegetables that had just emerged from the ground.

"Teacher, Mr. Li is here." Bai Fuming said.

The old man stood up, looked at Li Muchen and Lin Manqing beside Bai Fuming, wiped his muddy hands on his coarse clothes, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, just come. Fu Ming, please take them in and sit down first, and I'll come right after I wash my hands."

After saying that, he went to the well platform pool nearby to wash his hands.

Judging from his appearance, apart from his skin, he looked like an old farmer.

Li Muchen couldn't help but feel a little more fond of this martial arts master.

Bai Fuming took them into the house.

The furnishings in the room are also very simple, with almost no superfluous things except the necessary furniture.

The table is an Eight Immortals table, and the stools are long benches, which are either precious wood or ordinary wood. There are several exquisite bamboo chairs next to it, placed against the wall.

Bai Fuming pulled out a bench and invited them to sit down. While making tea for them, he said, "These things are all made by the teacher himself."

Lin Manqing said: "Mr. Zhu has returned to his original nature, which is admirable."

Suddenly I heard someone behind me say: "What do you admire? He is an old farmer who has no land and has nothing to do. This world will always belong to you young people."

Zhu Xiaoyuan came in from the side door, dusted himself off and said.

Li Muchen and Lin Manqing stood up.

Zhu Xiaoyuan said quickly: "Hey, you guys sit down, you guys sit down! It's a little rough in the countryside, so you can do whatever you want. Fu Ming, go make two cups of coffee. Young people like to drink coffee, not this kind of old tea."

Lin Manqing chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhu, drinking tea is not just for the elderly. Nowadays, young people drink more tea."

"I know you like to drink milk tea." Zhu Xiaoyuan went to the Eight Immortals table, pulled out a stool and sat down, "My great-great-grandson came to see me last time and brought me a cup. The taste...how should I put it..."

The old man looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a long time but couldn't describe it, and smiled.

Lin Manqing said: "Everything tastes good if your great-great-grandson respects you."

"Oh, this little girl can talk! I like it!" Zhu Xiaoyuan pointed at Lin Manqing and said to Bai Fuming, and then laughed.

Bai Fuming also laughed.

At this time, only Li Muchen sat there without saying a word, looking like a shy young man.

Zhu Xiaoyuan suddenly looked at him and said: "You boy, you have such a good girl by your side, and your love fortune is the same as your father's. Why are you so reticent? Your father's mouth back then was so sweet that it could make honey grow out of a duck's ass. .”