Wang Yuyan immediately withdrew her arms. Only then did she realize that something was wrong with her. How could a girl hold an outsider's arm?
She was even more worried in her heart. If Murong Fu knew this, she didn't know how he would blame her.
Wang Yuyan had no choice but to lower her head and explain: "Brother Bao San, he...he is my junior uncle!"
Wang Yuyan said the last three words very seriously, fearing that Bao BuTong might not hear them.
Bao BuTong had been wary of the young man next to Wang Yuyan before. When he heard this explanation, he didn't want to stir up trouble again, but he didn't say "no, no" to contradict him again.
His name is Bao Bu Tong, and his personality is indeed different. He always confronts others, and insists on saying the opposite when others say something.
No matter what others say, he will retort with "no, no".
It's just that although Bao BuTong is a mean-mouthed person, he is not a brainless person. He also knows that the overall situation is the most important thing when doing things, and his first priority is to help Murong recover and revive Dayan.
He knew that Jingzhou was very skilled in martial arts and was far superior to him. At this time, someone was framed against Murong again, but he didn't want to create another strong enemy for Murong Fu.
Bao BuTong turned around and said coldly to the Qingcheng faction: "I heard that you came to Gusu to avenge Sima Wei. This is the wrong person. Your father, Sima Wei, was not killed by Master Murong.
.”
It was related to the revenge of killing a master, and Sima Lin could not be ignored. How could he only believe Bao BuTong's one-sided words about such a big matter? He immediately asked: "How did Mr. Bao see this? I hope you can tell me in detail!"
Bao BuTong was injured by Jing Zhou with a blade. He was not confused at first, and he was holding back a surge of anger. Seeing that Sima Lin dared to talk, he immediately said angrily: "Since I said it was not Master Murong who killed him, of course it is not a homicide."
Yes. Even if he really killed him, and I said he wasn’t, it doesn’t count. Could it be that what I said cannot be counted?”
He didn't dare to provoke an unknown master like Jingzhou, and he didn't want to provoke a strong enemy on Murong Fu's behalf, but that didn't mean that any cat or dog could bark at his head.
In his eyes, this Qingcheng sect is like that cat and dog.
Sima Lin snorted coldly and said coldly: "Mr. Bao, you are so arrogant. If you say it's not true, then it's not true. Then my trip here will be in vain! Could it be that in this world, everything is done according to your wishes?"
Do you want to do it? My late father died due to his own unique skills that made him famous. Besides the Murong family of Gusu, who else can have such a method?"
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Bao BuTong swayed and pushed himself to Sima Lin's side. He grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand and his waist with his right hand. He said loudly: "Murong is someone you Qingcheng sect can bully? Your father, Sima Wei, is so incompetent."
There is no need for me, brother Murong, to do martial arts. Even if I, Sima Wei, train for another twenty years, I will not be my opponent. Not to mention that I, Master Murong, did not kill you, but what can you do!"
Sima Lin was horrified that this man's martial arts skills were so high, and he was able to capture him in a matter of seconds.
"Get the fuck out of here!"
Bao BuTong raised his hands forward and immediately threw Sima Lin out. In a blink of an eye, he moved his body and followed the same pattern, driving out all the people from the Qingcheng faction.
Jing Zhou smiled and said: "Look, nephew, this is the world. Being weak is a sin. If your martial arts is low, you will inevitably be bullied. Only if you are successful in martial arts can you be qualified to negotiate with others. Benevolence, justice and morality, sometimes
It’s like a joke, not as convincing as one move after another.”
Wang Yuyan said: "But it's always indecent for girls to dance with guns and sticks..."
By this time, Wang Yuyan's tone had softened a bit, and her heart was no longer as repulsive to martial arts as before.
Duan Yu couldn't help but think about whether he had made a mistake in not learning martial arts in the first place: "Although I have never liked being a fighter, if I had Master Jing's skills, how could I be insulted in vain?" Wang
The girl is right, dancing with a gun and a stick is always indecent, but I only use it for self-defense and not to fight with others, so what should I do?"
"you!!!"
A group of disciples of the Qingcheng Sect heard the young master talking eloquently to themselves and others, and took the opportunity to explain the truth to their nephew. They were angry and did not dare to speak. They hesitated for a while and fell silent again.
In the past, they thought they were good players, but now they see it as nothing more than a joke. At most, they can only show off their power in the Sichuan and Sichuan areas.
Although Sima Lin was furious in his heart, he also knew that the situation was stronger than the person.
Moreover, there are more than a dozen of him, all of whom are skilled, and none of them can match a servant of the Murong family. If Murong Fu really wanted to kill his master, he really would not have to do it himself, let alone use his famous stunt "The Way of the Other".
To expose yourself.
Staying here any longer is just asking for trouble.
"We, the Qingcheng sect, repay kindness and repay grudges! Murong didn't kill our master, let's go!"
Sima Lin left behind a few words and led everyone away like a swarm.
Listening to the fragrance, there were no outsiders in the pavilion, and the originally noisy scene was extremely quiet.
A'Zhu smiled and said, "It's getting so late. I think everyone is hungry too."
Her smile was like a spring breeze, making Duan Yu's originally uncomfortable heart feel a little better.
Jingzhou nodded and said with a smile: "A'Zhu is still careful, I am indeed a little hungry now."
A'Zhu smiled, raised his voice a little higher, and called out: "Lao Gu, get us some exquisite side dishes! There are distinguished guests from the Xiaoyao Sect tonight, so you must serve some snacks!"
Abi looked at Jingzhou and asked curiously: "Master, how should Abi call you? I wonder what your relationship is with your mentor?"
She had wanted to ask before, but there were many outsiders around at that time, so it was not appropriate to say these words.
A'Zhu joked: "You are really impatient, wouldn't it be better if you let everyone sit down first and then let Mr. Jing speak? Hehe, we don't want to stand with you."
A'Zhu called the maids who listened to the perfume pavilion and tidied up the flower hall, and placed tea, water, and various pastries.
Several people took their seats, and a group of people looked at Jing Zhou, wanting to hear what he had to say.
Jing Zhou picked up the tea bowl and felt the fragrance fill his nostrils. He opened the lid and saw dark green tea leaves floating in the light green tea water, like small beads covered with fine hairs.
"What a Biluochun, the mouth is full of fragrance and the bottom of the tongue is moist."
Wang Yuyan smiled and said: "What's Biluochun? This is a specialty of Taihu Lake. It's called frightening fragrance. But the three words "Biluochun" are also elegant. But we are not here to watch you drink tea. You haven't said anything about Abi yet.
~"
"If you don't say anything, Abi may not be able to wait any longer."
Jingzhou said: "It turns out that the name is frightening and fragrant, but the name sounds a bit awkward. Why not call it Yunwu Zui, or Yuwu Cui?"
Duan Yu secretly praised him, feeling that the two names Mr. Jing mentioned were very suitable for this cup of tea.
Bao BuTong didn't interrupt at this time. A lot of information was revealed in the previous words. He didn't know that Abi actually had a master.
It seems that Abi's master has a good relationship with the young man, so he has set up a thread for Mr. Murong. If the power behind the young man is not small, it is worth a good effort to win over him.
Wang Yuyan smiled and said: "Master Taoist, you should hurry up and stop interrupting me. Look at how anxious Abi is~"
"Miss Wang, you are making fun of me again~" Abi pretended to be angry, but her voice was both waxy and sour, and even her angry tone made people feel very comfortable...