At this time, there were three waves of people gathered in the hut. The one on the east side was a dozen big men with greasy faces, and a few of them were carrying chicken legs and pig trotters. The leader was an old man with a burly body and a gray beard.
To the west, there was a group of more than 20 people, all wearing white robes. They held a six- to seven-inch iron awl in their left hand and an octagonal hammer in their right hand. Their faces were expressionless. Two of them were stained with blood and were facing each other.
Station. This group of people is from the Qingcheng Sect. A few days ago, Sima Wei, the former leader of the Qingcheng Sect, died due to his famous stunt, so a group of them came here to seek revenge on the Murong family.
Near the door were four young people, one man and three women.
At this time, I heard a burly old man from the east laughing wildly: "I, surnamed Yao, always reach out for gold, silver, jewelry, handsome boys and beauties. How can I not take it when I encounter a once-in-a-lifetime rare item like Miss Wang?"
"Besides, the ancestors of the Murong family in Gusu owe my Yao family millions of taels of silver. You are Murong Fu's cousin. If my cousin owes money, there is no harm in using it to pay off the debt."
This old man was Yao Bodang from Qinjiazhai in Yunzhou. He had seen Wang Yuyan point his fingers at the Qingcheng sect a few times before and asked a few people from the Qingcheng sect to turn their skills into magic.
This female doll was brought back to Qinjiazhai.
What's more, this girl also knows the last five lost moves of his sect's Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Sword.
These few words Yao Bodang said were extremely rude and arrogant. Wang Yuyan, Abi, and A'Zhu frowned and became even more anxious in their hearts, constantly thinking about the corresponding solution.
"Oh, I wonder who lent you the courage to give you the surname Yao? I am very curious. When I was in Xiangyang before, several men did not dare to criticize the Murong family. Could it be that the word "Nan Murong" means "Nan Murong"?
Isn’t it easy to use it in Beijing? It seems that Murong Fu’s name is not loud enough.”
Jing Zhou fell in front of the door like a fallen leaf, but he didn't make any sound. It wasn't until he pushed the door open and said something softly that he was noticed by the group of people in the room.
Everyone in the room turned around and looked towards the door, only to see a young man walking slowly towards him, speaking in a leisurely manner with a very calm posture.
"When did this man arrive? He didn't even make a sound. Doesn't it mean he has great kung fu?" Yao Bodang stared at the young master in front of him with vigilance, and the sword in his hand was even tighter.
The squeeze made a sound.
His junior brother died inexplicably due to his famous stunt. In order to repay his kindness, Yao Bodang brought a group of people from Qinjiazhai to Shenhezhuang to seek revenge and find an explanation.
If he were an ordinary junior brother, he would not be so aggressive. However, the deceased junior brother was the son of his master. It was because of his poor martial arts qualifications that his master passed the position of village leader to him.
Before, he dared to speak arrogantly and wanted to capture Wang Yuyan. Firstly, he saw that although Wang Yuyan was well-read, and secondly, he saw that Wang Yuyan did not know the slightest martial arts. Now he could not imagine that Cheng Yaojin appeared in the middle and could actually do it.
Kill an uncle!
The girl surnamed Wang was already very familiar with the Qingcheng sect and his family's kung fu, so her uncle must be more powerful. What frightened him even more was that this young man who suddenly appeared was obviously not as good as that woman.
He's just like a doll and doesn't know how to do anything.
At some point, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Yao Bodang's back, soaking his clothes. When the evening breeze blew, it was actually cool, and even the drunkenness from before suddenly made him sober.
"Little nephew, do you still feel that learning martial arts is useless? If I hadn't arrived in time, uncle, I'm afraid you would have been abducted~"
Wang Yuyan's ears twitched, and then the corners of her mouth showed joy.
"Master Taoist, why are you here?"
She immediately ran to Jingzhou with broken steps, her expression cheerful and extremely happy. Last time Jingzhou left without saying goodbye, even though he left a letter, it still made Wang Yuyan sad for a long time.
Jingzhou said: "Uncle, I had a clever plan. When I realized that you would be bullied, I rushed on horseback and came all the way from thousands of miles away."
Wang Yuyan was amused by him and giggled, and said playfully: "I don't believe in your clever calculations. You must be lying again."
At this time, Wang Yuyan felt relaxed, and she changed into the look of a young daughter again, and said Nuonuo: "Master Taoist, I don't want to learn this kind of martial arts. It is always indecent for girls to play with guns and sticks. Besides,
Even if you don't come, they can't bully me."
Jingzhou flicked her forehead and said with a smile: "You, when you get out of this three-acre land, you will know the importance of martial arts."
As for martial arts, Wang Yuyan didn't care about it. After all, she didn't even have the chance to leave Mantuo Villa, and outsiders were even more afraid of Mantuo Villa.
"If Miss Wang smiles at me like she did with Mr. Jing, it would be worth dying!" Duan Yu looked at Wang Yuyan like a little girl and felt his heart was so tight. After spending the past few days together, he found that
I admire Wang Yuyan deeply, but in this girl's heart, there is no trace of him at all.
Regardless of whether it was A'Zhu or A Bi, these days, whenever Young Master Murong is mentioned, everyone will listen attentively. He has never felt envy and jealousy before. At this time, except for Young Master Murong, I am afraid he will have to talk to him again.
Add a Mr. Jing.
He couldn't help comforting himself and said: "Duan Yu, Duan Yu, I think the fairy sister is from the generation of Mr. Jing's master. He is the descendant of the fairy sister. Isn't it normal that you should envy her? Besides, Miss Wang is his nephew, and the two of them have been together for a long time.
The acquaintance and close relationship are beyond anything you can compare with."
Duan Yu comforted himself a few words, but felt extremely depressed. Mr. Jing told him that he was envious, but he didn't know why Mr. Murong was so precious to him, as if everyone was born just for him.
A'Zhu and A Bi kept looking at Jing Zhou. They didn't know when Miss Wang had an additional uncle, and they didn't know anything about it.
Is it possible that there are hidden forces in Mrs. Wang’s family?
Seeing that Duan Yu was here, Jingzhou smiled and said, "Master Duan, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here again after we said goodbye to Tianlong Temple."
He said this casually, as if he didn't care about anyone at all, but at this time, no one in the room, whether it was Sima Lin of the Qingcheng faction or Zhu Baokun, dared to stand up and stir up trouble.
Before, Zhu Baokun was exposed by Wang Yuyan about his sect's origin. Sima Lin and two elders from the Qingcheng faction attacked him together. At first, he forced him into a desperate situation and even injured his right leg. But later, Zhu Baokun
After being pointed out by Wang Yuyan, the moves he made became unpredictable and extremely powerful. He suddenly reversed the situation and forced Sima Lin and the other three to be timid.
From this alone, several people knew that Wang Yuyan was capable.
Moreover, they, the Qingcheng faction, have always behaved themselves since they arrived at Tingxiangxiang Pavilion. They are not like the Qinjiazhai bandits who cause trouble. At this time, they don't want to provoke a powerful enemy for nothing.
After all, it would be difficult for them to deal with Murong Fu who used his own body to retaliate.