Rivers and Lakes Records

After Lu Mingtong finished his bath, he dismissed everyone and called Lu Douya into the room alone.

"When I was in Lantern City just now, I bumped into an acquaintance."

Lu Douya's eyes widened in an instant. Too bad, he just left for a while, and something bad happened!

As soon as his legs trembled, he wanted to kneel down, but Lu Mingtong quickly grabbed him.Comforting: "Don't worry, it's okay, I've covered it."

Tears welled up in Lu Douya's eyes: "It's all Douya's fault. If Douya hadn't become addicted to gluttony and left the young master alone to buy wontons, how could the young master face it alone?" Belly, hating iron but not steel: "I will never be greedy again, this bad belly!"

The stomach responded: "Gululu..."

"Okay, when you grow up, you should eat more, at worst, prepare more convenient dry food for you to take with you, don't blame yourself." Lu Mingtong laughed and said: "I want to ask the details of your acquaintance .Does my father have a good friend, people in the Jianghu respectfully call him Daoist Sun?"

"Yes." Without thinking, Lu Douya said, "Master Sun Qingyun of Qingyang Temple is an old acquaintance with the master."

"Oh, then, I should have a good relationship with Daoist Sun, what do I usually call him?"

"Young master has a sweet mouth. When you meet Daoist Sun, you always call him uncle. Daoist Sun studied Taoism hard and has no children. He always loves you as if you are your own son. Master, did you just meet him?"

"Yes." Lu Mingtong sighed softly, leaning on the table, sighing secretly, so this Uncle Sun is so close to him, no wonder when he was in Dengshi just now, he thought of asking Brother Feng to treat him more Take care, it's a pity that my memory is messed up now, and I even forgot such a person who sincerely treats me well, it's really hateful.

Thinking of this, he looked up at Lu Douya who was looking at him anxiously.

The same is true for Bean Sprout, who has followed him since he was a child. During this time, his admiration and his innocence have all been entrusted to him, but his head is empty.

Lu Mingtong raised his hand: "Bean sprouts, come here."

Lu Douya approached cautiously, his face was pinched, and he swayed from side to side.

He stared, his fair face was pinched with two red marks, his eyes were filled with puzzlement: "Well, young master, young master?"

Lu Mingtong grabbed his boy's face like he was playing with mud when he was a child, rubbed it viciously, and then let it go with satisfaction: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you, today's matter is just like this, don't keep thinking about it." Think about it, but you have to cheer me up in the future, don’t let me encounter this kind of situation again, understand?”

Lu Bean sprouts nodded anxiously.

The two laughed and laughed again, and Lu Jiutian came to knock on the door: "Master, Master Feng said that the painting has been finished, do you want Jiutian to pick it up?"

"Hey!" Lu Mingtong said quickly, "No need, since I'm asking Brother Feng for help, I should go there myself."

"Master, Master Lu is here."

Feng Ji put down the last stroke, and said calmly: "Please come in."

"Brother Feng is so fast, I thought it would take a while..." Lu Mingtong felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, my drawing speed is not slow. It's just that if the drawing is not good, please don't blame Ming Tong."

Lu Mingtong waved his hand: "Brother Feng was joking." As he spoke, he walked around the round table and stood beside him, talking on the side of his mouth: "I saw Brother Feng just now and wrote, Mingtong came at the right time... Hey, this time ,This is?"

In the middle of speaking, Lu Mingtong almost bit his tongue. He saw a painting spread out on the table. He just came in from the outside and didn't have time to take a closer look. Looking at it from the front, it turned out that the painting was not about Xiao Lang, but about Xiao Lang. is himself.

Lu Mingtong swallowed his saliva, wondering where Brother Feng is playing?Could it be that I misheard my request? This is difficult...

Fortunately, Feng Ji said quietly: "I've already finished Xiao Lang's painting, when Ming Tong came to pick it up, I had nothing to do, so I drew another for Ming Tong, Ming Tong looked at it, but he still liked it ?”

Lu Mingtong breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this pair was a gift.The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he picked up the painting with both hands and looked at it carefully. Feng Ji painted the appearance of him eating pea yellow in Lantern City. In the painting, he held the pea yellow in his hand, and his eyes smiled like crescent moons. .

Lu Mingtong blushed, really, why did he choose such a stupid scene like himself.

But I have to admire the lifelikeness of Feng Ji's paintings. In this painting, Lu Mingtong is as vivid as if his face was imprinted on it.

The ink was still wet, Lu Mingtong didn't dare to roll up the scroll, so he had to put it back on the table and press it with a paperweight, planning to take it back to the room later.

He coughed, and was about to ask Feng Ji where Xiao Lang's painting was, when there was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and before Lu Mingtong could react, Feng Ji had already scolded, and his figure waved with a folding fan in his hand, bringing it close to his cheek Hidden weapon hit back.

"Master, I'll go after him." Feng Xiao chased him out, while Lu Jiutian checked Lu Mingtong first, and after making sure that he was not injured, he followed suit.

Lu Mingtong was still in a daze, his whole body was stiff, he only felt numbness in his ears, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Just now..."

"It's a hidden weapon." Feng Ji continued: "Feng Xiao has already gone to see it, you are here with me, I will protect you, don't be afraid."

Lu Mingtong wiped off his cold sweat, and quickly began to think about who the assassin outside the window might be.

"Mingtong don't need to panic, drink a cup of tea to suppress the panic." Feng Ji poured him a cup of tea leisurely. He is from the Jianghu, he has a lot of experience in this kind of assassination, and Lu Mingtong was the first to wake up from a coma. The first time we met, I was naturally panicked. After thanking him, I took the tea, and even my hands were shaking slightly.

Feng Ji patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, they have already chased him out. The assassin missed a single hit, and he was worried that there are many helpers around, so he will never return easily. Ming Tong, the painting is not finished yet. "

Lu Mingtong knew in his heart that Feng Ji's martial arts were strong, with him by his side, he was indeed safe.

"Okay, Brother Feng, let's continue."

"Ming Tong comes with me." Feng Ji turned around and went behind the screen: "The table outside is too small, and the two paintings are a bit crowded together, so I put Xiao Lang's picture on the table inside to dry."

Lu Mingtong took a closer look, and there was a picture neatly spread out on the table. A tall young man stood in front of the martial arts league, holding a long sword, with bright eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and elegant,

Feng Ji stood behind him and said: "Xiao Lang likes to wear a blue shirt, and I should have drawn this point too, but it's a pity that he went out in a hurry and didn't bring blue ore."

Lu Douya had told him before that Xiao Lang was unparalleled in handsomeness, and looking at the portrait now, he was indeed so.

"No, it's enough to bother Brother Feng. This painting is very good. It's enough for Dou Sprout to know people. Thank you, Brother Feng."

Feng Ji looked into his eyes: "Then, I'll help Mingtong roll it up with the outer pair."

Lu Mingtong nodded, Feng Ji took the painting box from the side, carefully rolled up Xiao Lang's portrait, tied it with silk and handed it to him.

Lu Mingtong stretched out his hand to take it, but Feng Ji didn't let go of his hand holding the painting box. Lu Mingtong felt strange, and looked up at him: "Brother Feng?"

There was a chuckle in the air, and the emotion in Feng Ji's eyes was bottomless. The next moment, the painting box in Lu Mingtong's hand was taken away, and Feng Ji's five fingers were like claws pressing on his neck, mercilessly beating his whole body. Hit the wall hard.

Lu Mingtong exclaimed, his hands subconsciously struggled to break his hand, but that hand was like a stone sculpture, not moving at all.

Lu Mingtong only felt a pain in his back, Feng Ji's strength was too great, the impact just now, his internal organs were about to be shattered.

The corners of his eyes began to moisten due to the pain, Lu Mingtong gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Feng, what's wrong with you? Let me go, I'm Mingtong."

"You are Lu Mingtong?" As if hearing some big joke, Feng Ji smiled, and then pressed him: "You treat me as a fool, how could Lu Mingtong not even recognize Xiao Lang's appearance, who are you!"

How the hell did he find out.Lu Mingtong was so strangled by him that he could hardly breathe. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the painting box on the ground that was dropped by Feng Ji, and he knew in his heart that this person must have used other people's portraits to deceive him, and he was so foolishly fooled!

Sure enough, Feng Ji said again: "The one I showed you just now is a portrait of a martial arts scum that Xiao Lang personally eradicated. When this guy died, Lu Yuanshan took Lu Mingtong to record it. If you really Fengyunshi, how could he not know."

Lu Mingtong couldn't explain it, he couldn't speak anymore, he could only use his eyes to stare at him vigorously.You gave me a chance to speak, pinch so tightly, I can hardly even breathe, how can I explain to you!

"You still have a big temper." Feng Ji was stared at by him, but he was not annoyed, he just stretched out a hand to touch his face: "Okay, then let me see your real face... huh?"

He groped along Lu Mingtong's chin to behind his ears, but his brows gradually wrinkled.

Lu Mingtong's strength was losing little by little, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. He couldn't help but think desperately, is he really going to die here today?

At a critical moment, Feng Ji loosened his grip on him.

Lu Mingtong leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, his hands were limp, and he didn't even have the strength to support his body, he just wanted to seize all the time to take a deep breath.

After Feng Ji let go of him, he took a leisurely look down at his embarrassed appearance.

"You don't have a human skin mask on your face, who are you?"

I am your ancestor.Now that his face was torn apart, Lu Mingtong no longer gave him good looks, but he didn't dare to say this sentence, he could only silently scold Feng Ji a thousand times in his heart.

"I am Lu Mingtong."

Feng Ji sneered: "Okay, since you are Lu Mingtong, tell me why you can't recognize Xiao Lang's appearance? Why did you take the painting just now as Xiao Lang?"

Lu Mingtong rolled his eyes: "Who said I didn't see it? I saw it. That's why I planned to see what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd. I didn't expect you to do it right away."

"You have a good reason." Feng Ji applauded him: "Then let me ask you, what is the name of the eldest disciple whom we met, Daoist Sun, whom he is most proud of?"

Lu Mingtong had no choice but to say casually: "There are so many disciples in Qingyang Temple, how can I remember them clearly?"

"Oh? You can't even remember your Uncle Sun's disciples? He often visited the Lu family with Daoist Sun when he was young."

Lu Mingtong insisted: "It's all about my childhood, can you remember everything about your childhood?"

Still have the strength to fight back.Feng Ji applauded with his folding fan: "Courage is commendable, but it's a pity that there are many loopholes. Although there are many disciples in Qingyang Temple, everyone knows the name of Lan Yin under Daoist Sun's seat. The proud son was hated by God, Lan Yin died of the plague at the age of 15, and before his death, he had been diligently practicing with the audience in Qingyang, and had never visited the Lu family."

"How dare you say you are Lu Mingtong."

Lu Ming's childish heart was cold, every word this person said to him was to test him, but he stepped into the trap again and again.Instead of talking too much and making mistakes, it is better to wait and see what happens, and wait for nine days to come back.

It's a pity that Feng Ji saw through his little thoughts long ago.

"You are waiting for Lu Jiutian to come back." Feng Ji said. "This is indeed strange. You haven't changed your appearance. You look exactly like the only son of the Lu family. Moreover, the Lu family is protecting you everywhere. Maybe you are not lying. You are Lu Mingtong, but you are here." He clicked Touched Lu Mingtong's head. "Something must have gone wrong. Am I right?"

Lu Mingtong's chest heaved violently, but he still didn't speak.

Feng Ji shook off the folding fan and said with a smile: "Just now I mentioned that the Lu family is loyal to protect the lord, I didn't expect it to arrive so soon."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Jiutian had already jumped in from the door, the sword flashed in his hand, and stabbed straight at Feng Ji.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already used a few tricks. Although Lu Mingtong was not familiar with martial arts, he could tell that Jiu Tian held his sword against Feng Ji's folding fan, but he didn't take advantage of it. Feng Ji's martial arts are really unfathomable .

It's a pity that he doesn't know martial arts, otherwise he should go up to help Jiutian at this moment.Lu Mingtong changed his mind, although he could not use force to help, it was more than enough to call for a helper.Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and stood up. While the two were fighting, he leaned against the wall and wanted to go out the door.

Before reaching the door, Feng Ji's folding fan struck from one side with murderous intent, Lu Mingtong didn't know which acupoint was hit by the folding fan, his whole body was numb, and he fell heavily on the ground.

"I haven't said you can leave yet." Feng Ji threw away the folding fan without showing any timidity, and was also dissatisfied with the opponent in front of him: "Only to this extent, it seems that there is really no one in the Lu family." He seemed to be tired of playing Now, the palm-wind moves became fierce. Just now Lu Jiutian could barely entangle with him, but now he retreated steadily. He couldn't last three moves, and was sent flying to the ground with a single palm.

Feng Ji walked up to Lu Mingtong, didn't look at him first, but picked up the folding fan, put the fan back on his waist, and then carried Lu Mingtong to Lu Jiutian's side like a chicken.

Lu Mingtong was sore all over, and he didn't even have the strength to turn his head, so he could only watch Lu Jiutian curled up aside.

"Nine days, nine days, are you okay?"

A line of blood dripped from Lu Jiutian's mouth, he resisted the pain and said, "It's okay, young master, Jiutian is useless."

"It's really a deep love between master and servant." Feng Ji picked up Lu Jiutian's sword and said to himself: "Since you don't say anything, then I will get rid of the troubles that will arise in the future. What do you think?"

Lu Mingtong closed his eyes: "I told you before, I am Lu Mingtong. You are right, I am not disguised, I made a memory error, Feng Ji, you can just say what you want, why take their lives threaten me."

"A memory error?" Feng Ji knelt down and looked at him tenderly, as if everything that happened tonight was just a dream, and they still regarded themselves as good friends. "It's easy for you to say. Mingtong, you are so brave. If they know that you can't even remember the future of Jianghu, and the Wulin Center is willing to let you be the envoy of the wind and cloud, how many people do you think are left? "