Author: Shangliu

"You should tell me when your master will come back."

Hong Lingbo's eyes were vague and he touched the earlobe unnaturally, "Master, she didn't say it clearly, but it shouldn't be too long. Why don't you wait first, uncle, please wait?"

At this time, Lu Wushuang walked in with a tea tray, "Senior Sister..."

"Why are you calling me? I'll pour tea quickly..."

"oh……"

Committee member Lu Wushuang poured tea with aggrievedly.

"Thank you."

Long Peng took a sip of tea and asked, "Is this child Lu Zhanyuan's daughter?"

"My junior sister is indeed Lu Zhanyuan's daughter. How did the junior uncle know?"

Long Peng pursed his lips and didn't answer. He glanced at Lu Wushuang, who had been lowering his head, pondered for a while, and asked, "Master Kumu, do you recognize it?"

"this……"

Hong Lingbo nodded, wondering, "That day, Master did fight with a monk named Kumu. Why do you know that monk, uncle?"

"I do know each other, so please tell me if Master Kumu is alive or dead?"

"Um……"

Hong Lingbo frowned and paced back and forth, as if thinking, "I just heard from my uncle mention it. As for the specific situation, I don't know."

But Lu Wushuang raised his head, "I know."

"You know?"

"I know that I was playing in the yard that day and saw it through the yard window."

Long Peng squatted down, "Girl, tell me all the matter, I will cure your legs."

"real?!"

"Isn't it going to lie to you like a little girl."

When Lu Wushuang heard this, hesitated, "I don't want you to treat my legs."

"oh……"

Long Peng was a little surprised, "Then what do you want?"

"I...I want..."

Lu Wu's thoughts fluctuated in his eyes. He glanced at Hong Lingbo and felt aggrieved, "I want you to be my master and take me away!"

"oh……"

"Haha, little girl, you are very smart..."

Long Peng smiled and reached out to rub Lu Wushuang's hair, and purple light flashed in his eyes, "Tell me, is Master Kumu live or die?"

Lu Wu's eyes shone with purple light, his expression gradually became dull, and he slowly said, "Master Kumu is not dead."

Get the answer.

Long Peng blinked, took back the power of his mind and stood up, looking at Hong Lingbo with a surprised expression, "By the way, do you know if there is a place called Meizhuang near West Lake?"

Hong Lingbo came back to his senses, "I have indeed heard of this place. It seems to be... it is in the southwest, and the place is close to the mountains, and there are no people usually."

Long Peng nodded, "I'm sorry to lead the way, I'm going to Meizhuang."

"Now?"

"Now."

"It's late at night now. Why don't we go again tomorrow morning?"

"That's fine, no hurry anyway."

"Okay, I'll arrange a guest room for you, uncle."

Hong Lingbo smiled and jumped out the door.

The second half of the night.

Inside the plum courtyard in front of the guest room.

"Do you remember these five moves?"

Lu Wushuang looked nervous and at a loss, and stuttered, "No...no..."

Long Peng frowned and was a little confused, "Is it difficult?"

"The sword technique taught by the uncle of the junior master is too exquisite. My nephew is foolish, so I would like to forgive me."

"I will practice it again. If you can't remember it, it's just that you can't remember it."

Long Peng ignored it and urged the sword techniques recorded in the "Blood Sword Sutra".

For a moment, the sword energy was scattered, and the snow-white plum blossoms in the yard fell like falling snow, covering the yard.

Buzz —

The arc scissors kept buzzing, and a sharp and sharp sword aura drew the deep and thin characters on the ground.

"The words on the ground are the mind method, and we are both clear."

He casually inserted Lu Wushuang's scimitar into the ground, and Long Peng turned around and returned to the room.

In the courtyard.

Lu Wushuang was still a little stunned. When he realized, he hurriedly looked at the handwriting on the ground and recited it intently, for fear that he would miss half a word.

The next morning, it was dark and Long Peng got up. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lu Wushuang still standing in the yard.

‘This…it seems that this little girl really hates my senior sister…’

"Disciple, please pay homage to the uncle of the junior master."

When Lu Wushuang heard the movement, he immediately stepped on the words on the ground. He realized that it was Long Peng and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No need to be polite. You go and inform Lingbo, we will set off now."

"yes."

Long Peng nodded and moved to the front hall. After a while, he saw Hong Lingbo, but...

Hong Lingbo's originally rosy face was covered with white powder, and then he touched a layer of bright red rouge, and his mouth was covered with blood. He smelled a strong fragrance from Long Peng across the distance.

Long Peng's sword eyebrows frowned and he took a step back, "Lingbo, what are you going to do when you dress like this?"

"It looks good, uncle, am I not good-looking?" Hong Lingbo turned around happily.

"this……"

Long Peng pinched his eyebrows, "Lingbo, let's be more normal."

"No, I'm not good-looking like this?"

Long Peng thought about how to be more tactful, and finally sighed, "I'm not very optimistic. Lingbo, you'd better go and wash it."

When Hong Lingbo heard this, his expression suddenly collapsed and he lost all his fighting spirit.

"I know uncle..."

Noon.

Hong Lingbo stopped and pointed to a village in front of him and said, "Uncle Master, the place in front should be Meizhuang."

There were many plum blossoms planted beside the wall of the village. The red and white plums were blooming in full bloom. A faint fragrance spreads, refreshing the heart.

"If I can do it..."

Long Peng's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and he said lightly, "You are fine, you're fine, just go back."

Hong Lingbo was stunned for a moment, "Uncle Master, what are you doing?"

"kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the sword light flashing, and the tightly closed vermilion door was cut open.

"Who!"

A young man holding a long sword walked out and stared at Long Peng coldly.

"You must be Ding Jian, 'One-word Electric Sword'?"

"It's indeed Ding Jian below."

Ding Jian bowed his hand and asked again, "Who is yours? Why did you destroy the gate of Meizhuang for no reason?"

"Long is here to make trouble."

"Um……?"

When Ding Jian heard this, he frowned and was even more surprised, "You are very brave and what you say is crazy enough."

"Stop talking nonsense, do it."

But Long Peng ran out with a sword, and he had already resisted Ding Jian's face while breathing. The dazzling cold light could not be seen, so he narrowed his eyes.

"What a quick sword!"

He heard the sound of "clang" and Ding Jian drew his sword to block it. The sword swung horizontally, and a snorted sound. Long Peng felt a long light flashing by in front of his eyes, very fast.

Ding Jian has been in Meizhuang for more than ten years, but he has not put down his skills at all. Every move of this "one-character electric sword" is like lightning, which makes people feel thrilling at first sight and feel timid.

At this moment, he used his sword technique, and in an instant, the lightning inside his body was filled with lightning, dazzling his eyes, forcing Long Peng to retreat continuously.

Hong Lingbo had been stunned for a long time, and saw Long Peng only defending but not attacking, and muttered in his heart, "Why do I think my uncle is going to be slapped in the face..."
Chapter completed!