Rivers and Lakes Records

Without comparison, Lu Mingtong would never realize how short and concise the words Song Fengqing said when the martial arts conference was held.

Master Yang opened his mouth up and down, and the courteous official words flowed in like the water of the Yellow River. Lu Mingtong watched helplessly that Feng Ji had already forcibly poured Shi Jingtian two glasses of wine.The knights around, some lacking in concentration, have also begun to drowsy.

Holding the principle of professionalism, Lu Mingtong's mind was sleepy, and his men were still writing swiftly. Whatever Master Yang said, he would record what he said simultaneously in his hand. After a stick of incense, the rice paper in front of him was densely packed.

Lu Mingtong couldn't help but start to feel worried—isn't Master Yang talking too much?

I don't know if the heavens conveyed his grievances, Master Yang coughed, finally stopped talking, and beckoned a group of people behind him to come out.

Lu Mingtong looked over and saw that the team members were all faces he had seen last time, presumably they were the ones who lit the incense at the Famous Sword Conference.

The Jianbingtai stood tall, and the maid stood aside holding a bronze vessel in the shape of a jiao's head. Yang Tong led a group of brothers from the Yang family to the stage, and respectfully begged for orders from the ancestors of the Yang family. Burning incense is inserted into the copper vessel one by one.

It is said that the burning incense was originally placed in the exquisitely carved dragon head, and placed around the Jianbingtai, in the state of dragon's breath.But when the news spread to the palace, the people above were displeased, so they sent craftsmen to build it overnight and changed it into the shape of Jiao.

Regardless of these, the layout of Jianbingtai is still very impressive.

After the incense lighting ceremony was over, Master Yang said some polite words, and after giving an order, another group of people came out and began to dance swords.

Lu Mingtong could also rest for a while, half-closed his eyes and looked at the sword dance formation in the audience, hoping that there would be no assassination or other scenes.

Fortunately, the sword dance was safe and sound until the end. Lu Mingtong straightened his body and began to think that this first day might be a matter of red tape. take it out.

As he expected, the whole day was spent laying the groundwork before the appearance of famous soldiers. Lu Mingtong felt quite bored, so after dinner, he declined the kindness of a group of martial arts people who invited him to enjoy the moon together, and went back to his room alone.

Just kidding, in such a cold weather, who wants to blow cold wind outside.

After resting in the room for a while, Lu Mingtong was thinking about Shi Jingtian being drunk several glasses of wine during the day, thinking that he is not keen on socializing, he should go back to the room because of this matter, so he went to visit with a pot of hot tea.

But he was too worried, Shi Jingtian was not only fine, he was still alive and well, he went outside and punched a circle against the howling wind before he came back.

Lu Mingtong had already poured hot tea for him in his room, and when he saw someone coming back, he said with a smile: "I checked that there was no one in the room, so I guess Brother Shi went out to practice, as expected, his face is still sweating."

Shi Jingtian casually wiped his sweat, sat down and said: "I don't recognize most of the people outside, and I don't quite understand what they say, why don't you come back and practice boxing."

Lu Mingtong said: "Brother Shi, aren't you curious about how I got in here?"

Shi Jingtian said: "When I went out, I just closed the door lightly, it is convenient for Ming Tong to come in."

Lu Mingtong wondered: "This door is reserved for me? How did Big Brother Shi know that I would come?"

"Yes." Shi Jingtian scratched his head and said, "Probably because I only know you in the Yang family, and you are the only one who will come to see me. It is more convenient to leave a door."

Lu Mingtong reminded: "Although this is the case, it is better for Brother Shi to be careful. There are so many people living in the Yang family, it would be bad if someone sneaked in. If I can't find you, I will go back to my room and wait."

"It's cold outside, you're too tired from running for nothing." Shi Jingtian said relaxedly: "Besides, I don't have any valuables in my room. If you come here for murder, you have to have that ability."

Lu Mingtong glanced at his solid arm, swallowed his saliva, and said enviously, a person with high martial arts is handsome, if only he had such confidence.

Shi Jingtian drank the tea on the table and asked: "By the way, why did Ming Tong come to see me?"

Thinking of Feng Ji's inexplicable behavior, Lu Mingtong wiped off his sweat and said, "It's nothing, I just thought you drank a little wine, I'm afraid you're not feeling well, come and see, are you okay?"

Shi Jingtian murmured: "No problem, a few glasses of wine will still warm your stomach." He glanced at Lu Mingtong and said, "The leader of the Demon Cult is warm and generous. At first I wondered why he suddenly approached me, but then I remembered Mingtong We had a close relationship with him during the martial arts conference, probably Aiwujiwu."

Lu Mingtong was caught off guard by his words of "Love House and Wu" and blushed. He held the table and coughed for a long time before he calmed down. He raised his eyes to meet Shang Shi's shocking concern, and smiled weakly: "Hahaha, yes, we are all good friends..."

Without saying a few words, he fled in despair.

Lu Mingtong walked forward tremblingly with his arms folded, and ran into Ai Wu and Wu's head-on.

"It's so late, where did Mingtong come back from?"

Lu Mingtong didn't dare to look at him directly: "I just talked to Brother Shi for a while, where did Brother Feng go?"

Feng Ji said: "I was dragged to drink some wine and was about to go back."

Lu Mingtong raised his head, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the bright red lips.

"Ah...drinking, drinking is good, the blood is circulating."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Speaking of this, I haven't activated your pulse today, so follow me."

Lu Mingtong forgot that he was going back to his room, and obediently followed him with his hands and feet.After Feng Ji returned to his room, he called the shadow guard and asked him to go to the pharmacy a little far away from Yang's house to get medicine while avoiding his eyes.

"I will keep these medicinal materials for the time being. After drinking them, the medicinal residues have to be disposed of. If someone finds out, if someone finds out and asks about it, there is a good chance that it will be revealed." After Feng Ji explained, he turned around and held the The bowl of black concoction said: "Open your mouth."

Lu Mingtong opened his mouth obediently, then froze for a moment, blushed and took the bowl: "I'll do it myself."

Feng Ji didn't hesitate, handed him the bowl, watched him swallow it all, then took out a piece of candy from his bosom like a magic trick, and threw it into his mouth.

Lu Mingtong's face wrinkled into a ball, and he took a sip of the life-saving candy for a while before he relaxed his expression: "Why are you suffering so hard, it really killed me."

Feng Ji said: "Bitter? Wasn't it like this in Lucheng, why is it so delicate now?"

Lu Mingtong thought about it, probably because when he was at home, Jiu Tian was afraid that he would not be able to drink it, so he added more sugar to it.

"I added a lot of sugar to it before, and it didn't taste that bitter. Adding sugar shouldn't affect the efficacy of the medicine, right?"

"It should be fine." Feng Ji replied, looking at his nervous expression, paused and said: "I'm not very clear, I'll ask Brother Duan when the time comes."

Lu Mingtong nodded and said, "Since the last time we left, I haven't heard from Brother Duan and...Brother Shen, are they okay?"

Feng Ji laughed and said: "Brother Duan has gone south to practice medicine, and Mr. Shen also went with him after hearing that, I think he is going to watch until the clouds open and the moon shines."

"Really." Lu Mingtong showed a surprise expression instantly: "That's really... great!"

"Little fool." Feng Ji looked at his silly look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Brother Duan will almost return to Bailing Valley when the famous sword meeting is over, and then I will take you to the valley again, so that you His master also helped to take a look."

Lu Mingtong nodded and chatted with Feng Ji for a while before going back to his room.

In the room, Lu Douya was propping up his head and was drowsy. When he saw him push the door in, he rubbed his eyes to wake himself up: "Master, are you back?"

Lu Mingtong hummed, and seeing him looking extremely sleepy, he smiled and said, "Bean sprouts, go and rest first, there's nothing for you to do right now."

Lu Douya shook her head, took out a letter from her pocket and said softly, "Master, the letter from home has just been delivered."

Lu Mingtong focused his eyes, his expression became serious, and he took the letter.The last time he suspected that there was a ghost in the house, he sent a letter to the manager, asking him to count the changes in the family members after his father died.

The manager said in the letter that after Lu Yuanshan's death, there was not much increase or decrease in the number of people in the family, only an old kitchen boy and two maidservants who had redeemed themselves left.Lu Mingtong pondered for a long time, and finally replied, asking him to supervise the comings and goings of the servants at home, and wrote another letter to Yinshuge, sending people to track down those servants who left the Lu family.

This time he handled the matter in a very secretive way, even Dou Sprout didn't know what was written in the letter. Lu Mingtong sealed the envelope with lamp oil, and said: "Be careful when delivering the letter, don't let others see it."

Lu Douya nodded, and then Lu Mingtong breathed a sigh of relief, washed with hot water and went to bed to rest.

He only hoped that the matter of the Famous Sword Conference would be over soon, and he would go home to protect his mother himself to be at ease.