Looking back

Jingxi Road, Dasheng Pass.

The setting sun slanted to the west, pulling the shadow of the flagpole Jiubao from the street far away to the other side of the alley.There is a storyteller's stand under the front of the wine, which is quite simple, with only a porcelain bowl on a broken table, and an old man with white beard is holding a rosewood castanet, knocking it a few times, it is very crisp.

The old man cleared his throat, his voice was full of vigor and richness, he talked about gods, monsters and ghosts, about princes and beauties, and then about Guan Gong's seal of gold and hanging seals.A group of porters and craftsmen worked for a day, ate the food provided by the owner, and wandered in the streets and alleys with nothing to do. Instead, dozens of porters were invited to take advantage of the shade of the old tree next to the tavern to put the broken table in front of the story booth. Surrounded.

After the storyteller finished telling the second master Guan, he resigned from Cao Cao, rode on the red rabbit horse, and ran all the way to the congenial elder brother. He heard a stout carpenter booing, "Old man, you are not tired of telling such an old-fashioned story. I can even hear the cocoons in my ears."

The old man narrowed his eyes, "Tell me, guest officer, what new stories do you want to hear?"

Before the carpenter could answer, he was snatched away by a porter, "There are so many strange stories in Dashengguan, so why talk about the ancients. The owner and wife who built this Lujiazhuang are said to be Jianghu people. But what is the origin? The house is built in a weird way, and there are several gardens where you can't find the way, and some weird things are transported every day..."

A person next to him sneered, "Shut up, don't tire us all, you can also inquire about the boss' affairs? These days, if you meet a generous boss, you should burn incense. If you are not satisfied, be careful to be Arrested by the barbarian army, I will never see my wife for the rest of my life."

The picker laughed, "I'm afraid of rough people like this, but it's just a knife in the neck. Be careful, little brother, the barbarians like to catch craftsmen like you the most. After they catch them, they will work with whips until Foaming at the mouth."

Seeing the two of them fighting, the old storyteller chuckled, "You guys want to hear something new, but I really know a little about it, old man. It doesn't matter to talk about the origin of Master Lu. This Master Lu is originally People from the south of the Yangtze River are the owners of the water village in Taihu Lake and the direct disciple of Yaoshi Dongxiehuang on Taohua Island. Mrs. Lu is equally remarkable. The owner of the villa and the young lady are of the same family, and they are both excellent in martial arts, it is really a good story about a pair of lovers."

Those who have a little knowledge will naturally understand what kind of a low-cost business the Taihu Water Village is. Although Baoying is far away, the Cheng family is not completely unknown. A black, thin and short papermaker asked again, "There are hundreds of guest rooms built in this village. It is said that the Lu family and his wife built this house to hold a martial arts conference. Is it true?"

The old man smiled and said, "If it wasn't for this once-in-a-hundred-year prosperity in the martial arts world, why would I come here, old man? I just want to see this rare event with my eyes closed." He stroked his beard "The prestige of the young couple of the Lu family is naturally not enough to take on the role. However, Dasheng Pass is very close to Xiangyang City. This martial arts alliance will be hosted by Guo Jing and Huang Rong from Xiangyang. Only because of the old friends and teachers of the Guo family couple, the whole There are only a few famous schools in the martial arts world."

Everyone nodded when they heard the words Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Only one carpenter apprentice was puzzled, "Then what is the origin of Guo and his wife?" Others laughed, "I don't even know that! From which valley did your master bring you out?" ?”

After laughing, they all went to listen to the storyteller in detail, "Brother, I don't think you don't even know the five masters of Huashan Lunjian back then. These five heroes back then were known as Dongxie, Westpoison, Southern Emperor, and Beibei. With supernatural powers, Mrs. Guo is the only daughter of Dongxie, and she has become the leader of the beggar gang with the dog-beating stick handed down by the leader. He has a complete mastery, and Guo Daxia has a half-teacher friendship with the Quanzhen Sect Master Ma Yu, and the two have a friendship with the Southern Emperor's sect, so they will definitely sell some face."

Some people still have doubts, "Even if the beggar gang is the biggest gang leader in the whole day, it is their duty to do so, but in terms of seniority, the Guo family couple are still younger generations, how can they have the prestige to hold such a grand event?"

"You don't understand this. The couple's martial arts have already been perfected, especially the hero Guo Jing, who is even more powerful. The blue is better than the blue. In addition, five years ago, when Mongolia attacked Xiangyang, it was the two who turned the tide. Really. How many people do not admire the great heroes who serve the country and the people?"

Everyone became fascinated when they heard the words, "According to what the old man said, we are lucky to meet such a hero? I heard that Gang Leader Huang is the number one beauty in Jianghu." Someone laughed and said, "Head of a beggar, how beautiful can he be?" ?”

The old storyteller chuckled, "The construction of Lujiazhuang has been completed, and the hero posts have already been posted to people in the martial arts world. People will arrive one after another in a few days. You should see it with your own eyes, and it will open your eyes."

At this time, the sky was getting darker, the old storyteller put away his few possessions, and all the porters and craftsmen also dispersed one after another, leaving only a young man standing beside the steps.

The old man had been paying attention to that person for a long time, that person was wearing this coarse cotton padded jacket, he had no accessories on his body, and he didn't carry a sword, but his steps and aura couldn't conceal his martial arts.The man listened to him talking about these martial arts anecdotes without saying a word, and he didn't want to act rashly. He didn't see the man standing up until the crowd dispersed, and made a bow to him, "Dare to ask the old man, is the leader of the Huang clan?" Have you reached Dasheng Pass? This junior is invited to come to Lujiazhuang, please show me the way."

Dongxie's lineage has always been aloof and shunned the world, and few people know it. It was not until Huang Rong became the leader of the beggar gang that it became truly famous in the world.This old man turned out to be a seven-pocket disciple of the Beggar Clan, the name of Guo Jing and Huang Rong spread all over the country, and these mediocre street disciples of the Beggar Clan should be the first ones.The old man quickly looked at the person who asked for directions, noncommittal, "If the young man is going to Lujiazhuang, the old man can take him a while."

Yang Kang had also seen that he had martial arts, and he knew that he would not be far away from him, and it would not be easy to expose him for promoting meritorious deeds for his clan leader, so he just followed behind him silently.After turning two streets, crossing the town, and walking another seven or eight miles, I saw a large courtyard hidden among lush locust trees, which was quite quiet. When I reached the main entrance, I saw a red-lacquered copper gate. The snow-white stone lion is extremely imposing.Looking into the Zhuangzi, it occupies a large area, and the houses and roof tiles are stacked on top of each other. It can be seen that what the paper maker said was true. The Zhuangzi was built in a strange way. There is no reason to build thousands of guest rooms in the courtyard where ordinary rich people live. .It seems that from the beginning of the construction of this Zhuangzi, the owner has already made plans for it to come in handy one day.

Back then, Guiyun Village on Taihu Lake had white walls and gray tiles. Two years later, I heard that Taihu Lake was burned down by Ouyang Feng.The two masters, Xi Du and Dong Xie, had long since turned their heads, and the news of their incompatibility spread, but there were still only a handful of people who knew that Ouyang Feng was insane.

I don't know if the old man of the beggar gang knew about these old things, Yang Kang only heard him say a few words about the merits of Huang Gangzhu and his wife along the way, until he reached the gate of Lujiazhuang, the old man pointed him to the place where the gate was set up, and then turned back. Dashengguan Town.

This Lujiazhuang house has been built, but it must have not been repaired and furnished, there are still craftsmen porters coming in and out at the side door, bringing some furniture, curtains, potted plants and other things.The door that received the guests looked like they were hired locally, but they were diligent, and immediately helped pass the name cards in, and after a while, Fu came out again, asking him to follow.

The house where the owner lives is very clean, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. It is obvious that someone has lived and taken care of it for a long time. It has been three years since Lu Guanying and Cheng Yaojia moved here, and they have been supervising the construction of other guest houses. After the completion of the construction, we can call the fellow martial artists together, and this period is really hard.

The so-called martial arts conference sounds like a lot of scenery, but it is actually a thankless task.If it weren't for Huashan Lunjian with only a few top masters who are about to become immortals, there is no need to consider the manpower of the venue, and an alliance with more than a thousand people will consume manpower and material resources. Unless there are many famous disciples with spacious houses, very few people can What's more, there are many people in the rivers and lakes with scattered hearts and different temperaments. When such a group of people gathers, natural variables will arise. Maybe they spend money for nothing but fail to get what they want. In the end, they just make wedding clothes for others.

Lu Chengfeng was loyal to his sect, Zhuangzi was burned, and he only hated Ouyang Feng, and he still brought his family to Dashengguan.The Great Victory Pass lies on the White Snake Valley in the north and Xiangyang City in the south, and it is a gate guarding the Southern Song Dynasty.The reason why he left his hometown and went north is that he wanted to do his best for the country when the wind and rain were in turmoil, and secondly, he wanted to help Huang Rong, his little junior sister who was guarding the city in Xiangyang out of selfishness.

The old master Lu has a problem with his legs, and the young master and his wife take care of all the affairs. This time, by inviting fellow martial artists, it is to invite patriotic people to work together to overcome the national crisis.Therefore, Zhuang Ding must have received the order a long time ago. If there are people from the Jianghu, there is no need to stop them. After all, people in the martial arts want to provoke and make evil, and ordinary servants like them cannot stop them.

It was the first time for Yang Kang to step into the garden, and he knew in his heart that this place contained the strange art of Dongxie's school. When he was paying attention to remembering the way, he heard someone sighing in a low voice, and another woman comforted him softly. Huang Rong.

"Brother Jing, I know you don't want to. But it's done, and it's not difficult to spread the news. I'm afraid they won't be angry for a while, but they will kill her. It's better to bring her here, and we will take care of her, at least her life will be safe. .”

"I also know, this is the only way to go. Fortunately, your junior brother is not here, but he is here again..."

Afterwards, the voice moved away and gradually became inaudible. Yang Kang frowned slightly and thought about it. He had profound internal skills and paid special attention to it. He only heard these few words. I don't know whether it was because Guo Jing and Huang Rong were careless or intentional.

The author has something to say: Well, the last volume is finally opened~

Maybe the beginning of the chapter is a bit dull, step up and get into the plot, hoho