"Mother Mu, did I really save a merchant who was almost killed by a bully?"
On the boat, Nianzishan was still shocked. Until now, he seemed to be in a dream. When the master sent by Mr. Shi, who was treated respectfully by Jian Yuanzhen, told him that he had saved that man's apprentice.
The whole person in Nianzishan feels like sleepwalking.
"Official, compared to other officials, you have done a lot of good things. Maybe there is such a thing among them, but you have forgotten it."
The wife of Nianzishan looked at her husband tenderly. He was not a very talented man, but his moral character was definitely outstanding among the officials of the Song Dynasty today. Just because he did not want to join other officials, this time Shi Miyuan wanted to deal with the Taihu water pirates.
It was immediately used as bait by the official in charge.
In all innocence, Mu Niang couldn't tell whether she supported her husband or not. Many times Mu Niang also wanted to have a stable life and wanted her husband to follow the crowd, but whenever she saw those officials in the Song Dynasty running rampant
Mu Niang was afraid that her husband would become one of them.
Thinking of this, Mu Niang couldn't help but sigh, maybe this is her fate.
"You don't need to worry, master and I will definitely keep you safe."
Gu Ling didn't know when he appeared at the door, and the girl looked at Mu Niang quietly.
No matter how complicated the thoughts in her heart are, Mu Niang is essentially a kind-hearted woman. Especially at this moment when she is resigned to her fate, she instantly overlaps with the image of thousands of hard-working and uncomplaining women in China. For a moment, Gu Ling has the feeling of being alone again.
The feeling of seeing your dead mother.
"There is nothing to think about your future life with your husband. After this incident, I'm afraid you will no longer be able to appear in the sight of Song Dynasty officials."
Gu Ling turned around and walked away quietly, a trace of tears wiped away by her without leaving a trace. Mu Niang looked at Gu Ling's back and suddenly forgot her own sorrow and just wanted to step forward to comfort this seemingly strong girl, but her footsteps
The lonely figure moved slightly but had already disappeared outside the door.
Taihu Lake, an island within an island, a peak within a peak, with blue water stretching to the sky, and vast haze, it was a blur as far as the eye could see. Suddenly, a small boat split through the water and shot out like an arrow.
A middle-aged man holding a bamboo stick and wearing a hundred-year-old robe stood proudly on the canoe. The bamboo stick tapped the water surface from time to time, and in the blink of an eye he drove the canoe across dozens of peaks and into a branch of the lake.
The canoe just entered the fork in the water surrounded by mountain peaks. The whistles of the old apes on both sides of the bank were already heard, and the speed of the canoe suddenly slowed down.
"Feng Wuzhong, a disciple of Liubao of the Beggar Clan, asks to see the leader of Jin Forty-Two."
A clear voice rang out, overpowering the fierce ape sounds on both sides of the bank. In an instant, the ape sounds on both sides of the bank stopped. Amidst the crowds of people, men holding bows and arrows appeared in the trees on the mountain walls on both sides of the bank.
The man on the boat looked at the men holding bows and arrows on both sides of the river and couldn't help but show a hint of shock. In such a battle, not to mention that he was just a disciple of Six Pockets of the Beggar Clan, even the Elder of Nine Pockets could only explain without any suspense.
.
The good thing is that I didn't come here to have any grudge, but to show my kindness.
A faint smile spread across Feng Wuzhong's lips, and he let the many arrows on both sides of the mountain walls point at him, quietly holding the bamboo stick under his arm without saying a word.
After a while, the boat under Feng Wuzhong's feet suddenly swayed slightly, and then shot out like an arrow again. This time, the speed was much faster than when Feng Wuzhong was driving the boat himself.
This movement was unexpected, but Feng Wuzhong seemed not to be affected at all, and silently showed off his superb handwriting skills.
Between the peaks, waterways intersected, and there were countless similar turns. Feng Wuzhong's eyes suddenly opened up. A huge cave appeared, and the surrounding passages seemed to disappear all of a sudden. Only the sky above his head and the surrounding mountain walls surrounded him.
A world outside the world, but the boat did not stop and continued to hit the mountain wall in front of it quickly.
Feng Wuzhong's eyes contracted slightly, and the bamboo stick under his arm couldn't help but tremble. He was about to take action. However, at the last moment, Feng Wuzhong held back forcefully, and the boat slammed into the mountain wall.
The vision suddenly darkened and then dimmed again. It turned out that the moment the boat hit the mountain wall, it had already entered an underground waterway with a slightly lower water flow.
Another time passed before Feng Wuzhong's eyes really saw the buildings that belong to humans, an underground pier, a pier that leads from the ground to the underground. Torches as thick as a child's arm extended to illuminate this place extremely brightly.
The eyed man stood at the edge of the pier.
"Jin Forty-Two has met the heroes of the Beggar Clan."
Before Feng Wuzhong arrived, the man on the pier had already spoken loudly, and the loud voice echoed repeatedly in the underground passage. The series of trials just now had already made these heroes on the water admire Feng Wuzhong, and they also had a real sense of the Beggar Gang's illustrious reputation.
intuitive impression.
"Feng Wuzhong, a beggar gang, has met Mr. Jin."
Feng Wuzhong also clasped his fists from a distance, and did not use Qinggong to jump onto the pier. Instead, he politely allowed the boat under his feet to take him to the pier. The heroes on the water admired him, and he admired these men on the water even more.
The test just now was certainly thrilling for him, but the strength of a man operating a boat in the water must be so shocking.
"Feng is quite like Meng Lang now, but there is something that cannot be rushed. Song Ting has sent a large force to prepare to deal with the matter. The master already knows about it, but there is another matter related to my Beggar Gang, but the master may not
Very clear."
Stepping onto the pier, Feng Wuzhong spoke directly without saying a word of courtesy.
"Brother Feng, please speak frankly."
Jin Si Er cupped his fists and spoke. Feng Wuzhong's courage and strength had already won his admiration. Since Feng Wuzhong said it was related to the Beggar Gang and might endanger the heroes on the water in Taihu Lake, Jin Si Er did not dare to ignore it.
"Ten days ago, our Beggar Gang wanted to get rid of a Jin spy who was among the bureaucracy of the Song Dynasty, but we didn't want to encounter a male and a female master during the operation. At that time, our Beggar Gang was led by a six-bag disciple and more than thirty gangs.
Disciples from both Chinese and foreign sects, who wants to..."
Feng Wuzhong looked solemnly and told Zi Qin and Gu Ling about their conflicts with the Beggar Gang. However, the key points of Feng Wuzhong's words and the focus he pointed out were absolutely enough to classify Zi Qin and Gu Ling into the Kingdom of Jin.
In the queue of lackeys.
"Although this person later killed the Jin spy, he has now slipped into the trap set by the Song Dynasty for our heroes on the water of Taihu Lake, so we have to guard against it."
In the end, Feng Wuzhong came to a conclusion, but Jin Sijiu's brows were already furrowed. The Taihu Water Pirates' marching and fighting was certainly a skill, but if they really encountered such masters, no one would be able to block one of their moves.
"If the master trusts me, the Beggar's Gang, please allow me, the Beggar's Gang, to help me when the time comes. Not to mention the grievances between my Beggar's Gang and these two people, our justice will not allow me to shirk the blame."
Seeing Jin Si Er frowning, Feng Wuzhong's face suddenly showed an awe-inspiring expression, clasping his fists and speaking loudly.
Jin Si Er suddenly raised his head.
"If the boss is willing to treat me as a brother, then don't say anything. Otherwise, it will be treated as if Feng has never been here today."
Feng Wuzhong's tone was decisive, and the corners of Jin Siji's mouth slowly split open and he stretched out his hand to slap Feng Wuzhong vigorously.
"Come here, put some wine on the table."
Holding Feng Wuzhong in his arms and striding away, Jin Si Er's voice sounded excitedly. At this time, Zi Qin didn't know that there was an extra variable in his plan, the Beggar Gang.
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