"My name is Mu Linfeng, and I am the deputy head of the Taihu Water Village Feiying Hall. You...don't kill me."
This sentence was actually divided into two paragraphs. When he announced his name, Mu Linfeng sounded quite proud and reserved. After finishing speaking, he paused slightly to allow the other party to react.
At that time, the name of Taihu Water Village was very famous. It was known as the No. 1 Village in Jiangnan in the world. It had 72 branch villages and 36 branch halls. It had many disciples and was quite powerful. In the Jiangnan area,
His reputation is no worse than that of Shaolin and Wudang, and even the government gives him three points of noodles.
What's more, Mu Linfeng is still a well-known deputy hall master, and his identity is the same. If the other party knows his identity, he should quickly put down the dagger and explain the misunderstanding. You must know that Taihu Water Village is not easy to mess with. Who touched their
People, they will retaliate a hundredfold. The name of Shuizhai will make even an ox-headed and horse-faced man shudder when he hears it.
But the old man holding the dagger in front of him didn't even blink when he heard Mu Linfeng's name. Instead, he moved the dagger forward half a minute. The sharp blade had already cut through the oily skin of Mu Linfeng's throat, and a trace of blood red appeared.
If you use a little more force, Deputy Hall Master Mu's life will be at risk.
That's why Mu Linfeng said the second half of the sentence, "Don't kill me." Coming from the mouth of the deputy hall master of Taihu Water Village, this sentence was not an ordinary shame, but at the critical moment, he couldn't care about so much. Saving his life was more important, who
This man doesn't know the reputation of Taihu Water Village.
Mu Linfeng guessed right. Yuan Feng really didn’t know about Taihu Water Village. They were not from the same place at all. Yuan Feng took a high-end route and paid attention to national affairs. He met all the high-ranking officials of the royal family. Mu Linfeng reported with a lively attitude.
After the name of the Taihu Water Village came out, Yuan Feng was not at ease, and he only thought that the other party was an ordinary bandit who was employed by a certain prince.
"Tell me, who ordered you to follow me?" Yuan Feng asked sharply.
"I was just passing by. You've seen the wrong person." This question must never be said. Even though the sharp blade was attached to his body, Mu Linfeng still managed to hold himself up, with large drops of sweat streaming down his forehead.
"Don't tell me." Yuan Feng is not good at torture and does not like to extract confessions. Since the other party is following him with malicious intentions, he has no need to be polite and uses force to wipe out the deputy hall leader.
Suddenly there was a shout of "Save the man under the knife", and a horse roared towards him. Before he could stop, the knight jumped down and stood firmly on the ground with his two feet, as stable as a rock. This man was in his thirties.
, with a stalwart figure, handsome appearance, and a voice as loud as a bell, full of energy.
"Your Majesty is Young Master Yuan Fengyuan, who is famous all over the world as the best swordsman in the northwest. I am Taihu Muying. This little brother is my cousin. I am looking for your Majesty on my orders. I don't want to offend Huwei. Please give me some advice."
Forgive me."
It’s been a long time since anyone mentioned Yuan Feng’s deeds back then. He killed the only one with a sword at his weakest age, thirteen boys stormed the lair of horse thieves on a snowy night, the chivalrous young hero and the blood-stirring legendary story have been spread from the northwest.
People from the Central Plains, Jiangnan, and Jianghu came to visit him, which is a reasonable reason.
Yuan Feng took advantage of the situation and put away his dagger, cupped his fists and said, "I'm offended."
"I don't dare. I have admired the reputation of Young Master Yuan for a long time. I wonder if I can have a drink with you?"
This man has a majestic appearance, a calm expression, an upright look, and a strong affinity. He must be a well-known person in the martial arts world. Yuan Feng cupped his fists and said, "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful."
"Well, let's do it tonight. Brother, we will host a banquet for Young Master Yuan in the Humble Garden. See you there or not."
After that, Mu Ying left the scene with his embarrassed cousin.
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"Brother, why didn't you capture him just now?" Mu Linfeng said bitterly.
"Let me ask you, how many moves have you made in front of him?"
Mu Linfeng was speechless for a moment. As the deputy hall leader, he couldn't even catch a single move. It was really embarrassing to say it. After a while, he argued forcefully: "But brother, you are different. You are the number one master in Jiangnan. Du."
"Linfeng, you may not know that there were at least ten fire cannons aimed at us just now. No matter how good your Qinggong is, you can't dodge the lead of the fire cannons."
"Ah, as a member of the martial arts world, how could he have a weapon such as a firecracker, which is strictly prohibited by the imperial court?"
Mu Ying shook her head helplessly. This cousin was really stuck in the mud. Fortunately, he was still the deputy head of the Flying Eagle Hall and didn't even have basic information.
"Linfeng, this man is not an ordinary martial arts person. He is the representative of the Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu in the capital. There may be a larger force behind him. This is why we are close to him."
"Ah, so this person is a rebel. Wouldn't it be troublesome for us to associate with him?" Mu Linfeng frowned.
Mu Ying suddenly stopped: "Linfeng, do you think what we are doing is a regular business?"
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Returning to his residence, Yuan Feng called Ye Tang to ask if he had heard of the Taihu Water Village organization.
Ye Tang was shocked. As an officer of the Military Command Department, he naturally knew that the Taihu Water Village was the mastermind of the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River. Even the government was afraid of it.
There are 180 lakes in Taihu Lake, large and small. The water network is as dense and complex as a spider web, extending in all directions. There are more than 70 waterways in and out of the lake. Hundreds of thousands of acres of fields around it are irrigated by lake water. The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal also flows from the lake.
Taking advantage of the road, relying on mountains to eat mountains and water to draw water, tens of thousands of boat people fished and sailed in Taihu Lake. Over time, they formed gangs and gathered in the lake to roar and disobey the king.
Taihu Lake is vast, with a radius of 36,000 hectares and a surrounding area of 890 miles. Bandits are rampant and extremely difficult to arrest. The imperial navy also tried to suppress them several times, but each time they returned without success. Instead, they became the Taihu Water Village.
Fortunately, these strongmen only robbed the rich and gave to the poor, killed corrupt officials, and robbed official ships. They did not rise to the level of rebelling against the imperial court. The rich land in the south of the Yangtze River was the tax-rich land of the imperial court. A large-scale military expansion would inevitably lead to ruin, so
The imperial court has changed its strategy to focus on appeasement, and I heard that they are currently discussing the matter of recruitment and security.
As for the man named Mu Ying, he was even more famous for his martial arts prowess and righteousness. He was known as the best master in the south of the Yangtze River. He was also called Nan Xia by his friends on the road. He was the leader of the Taihu Water Village.
Why did the Taihu Water Village come to find me? Is it just because they admire their reputation? Or is there another force standing behind them? The water bandits in the south of the Yangtze River and the horse thieves in the northwest can't fight together with eight poles. It's difficult to have a fight.
What common interests, so the latter is more likely. It seems that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this capital, and there are quite a few people who care about the world.
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In the evening, in the humble garden, it was still the same waterside pavilion as last time, with the same handsome young servants and maids, and Sister Nanfeng still standing at the door to welcome her with a cheerful face.
The only difference is that there is a group of tough men standing on the steps of the side hall, all dressed in different styles, including Central Plains arrow-sleeved shorts, northwest fur robes, and several Mobei Mongolian-style fox fur hats. Look.
Yuan Feng was not the only guest who came to the banquet hosted by the leader of Shuizhai.
After hearing the announcement, Mu Ying hurriedly came out of the hall with a smile on her face and said: "I haven't come far to greet you, but I still look forward to Haihan." Yuan Feng also smiled in reply. Mu Ying's outfit was different from that of the day, and she had changed into a smart one.
Wearing a very dark and golden cloak, with his chest open and the cloak hanging down to his ankles, he looks heroic and magnanimous.
Yuan Feng looked at Mu Ying, then at himself, and suddenly they both burst into laughter at the same time. It was for no other reason than because they were wearing different clothes. Yuan Feng was also wearing a large black cloak that hung down to his ankles, but Yuan Feng
Mu Ying's cloak is made of pressed wool mixed with horse hair. It has a thick texture and is extremely wind-resistant, while Mu Ying's cloak is made of silk. It is elegant and unrestrained, moves with the wind, and is extremely windy.
I originally thought that I was the only one who could wear such a large cloak that hung down to the ankles. Unexpectedly, the hero had the same idea, so Mu Ying also got one. The two of them couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious unconsciously. Nan Feng
The eldest sister held a small flower fan, covered her mouth with a giggle, and invited the two of them to go in and talk.
The two of them entered the waterside pavilion hand in hand, and the four attendants brought by Yuan Feng were also placed in a side hall to eat.
As soon as they entered the waterside pavilion, Mu Ying introduced enthusiastically: "Young Master Yuan, let me introduce you to him. This is Mandu Gule, the young prince of Mobei Mongolia, and this is Li Mingying, the young master of Lijiabao in Ningxia. This is
The bit is..."
There were three young men sitting at the round table. Two of them were looking at each other with disdain. They turned their attention when they saw a new guest coming in. When Mu Ying introduced him, Li Mingying suddenly stood up and looked at him with incredible eyes.
Look at Yuan Feng.
Yuan Feng also looked at Li Mingying. This sworn brother of Bo Yuntian had not seen each other since the burning of the Lanzhou governor's office. After five years of separation, the former reckless boy had grown into a mature and steady man.
Relatively, with mixed feelings, Li Mingying took a step forward and held his hands tightly together.
"Brother!"
"brother!"
Yuan Feng suddenly punched Li Mingying on the shoulder and said with a smile: "As I grow up, my body becomes much stronger."
Something crystal clear seemed to be flashing in Li Mingying's eyes: "Brother, I thought you were dead. How have you been all these years?"
"I'm fine. Sit down and talk slowly."
Seeing that the two were old acquaintances, Mu Ying was a little surprised, but then she became excited again: "Meeting an old friend in a foreign country, we have to have a good drink today."
There was another person at the table, with a belt hanging around his neck and one hand tightly wrapped. He felt a little embarrassed to be ignored by everyone and coughed twice.
"This person doesn't need to be introduced. He is Mu Linfeng, the deputy head of Tianying Hall in Taihu Water Village. I have to ask him to offer a few drinks to Young Master Yuan later. You two won't know each other without fighting."
Mu Linfeng smiled sarcastically, and Yuan Feng also smiled and raised his hands to greet everyone present, but there was a murmur in his heart. It is not easy for Mu Ying to invite guests. Mobei Mongolia is the mortal enemy of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Li family of Ningxia claims to be a descendant of Li Yuanhao.
I have always had independent thoughts. I am the representative of the so-called powerful people in the northwest. The identities of these people have a clear commonality, that is, they all want to take a bite of Da Zhou. After inviting these guests, does he really want to rebel?
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