Of course Qingcheng's disciples would not go to Baiyun Villa's territory for no reason.
There is only one person who can make Qingcheng disciples come to Baiyun Villa, a person who has no sense of presence in the Jianghu Conference.
——Di Jingfeng.
If a person has no sense of existence, it may not be because he is not strong enough, but because he knows how to hide. When he hides his strength, he also hides his desires.
As the saying goes, it is easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. A person who can hide himself will always make some shocking moves.
But obviously, these Qingcheng disciples don't know what their leader means. They have already called out Qingcheng's name, and they also want to use this name to commit crimes on the territory of Baiyun Villa.
They rushed towards Mu Yunfeng and Yan Zhuo, and in the blink of an eye, they were facing Mu Yunfeng and Yan Zhuo and flew back.
Their postures were all uniform, with their hands and feet stretched out, they flew backwards and landed using the fattest parts of their thighs. A breeze blew by, scattering a few chrysanthemums in the stands and blowing them red.
It touched the cheeks of those Qingcheng disciples.
"Whoever... moved your hands, please... name me!" The young man in the lead rubbed the heart of the flower, blushed, and stammered.
Mu Yunfeng did not take action because his sword had not been unsheathed. Of course, the sword could not hurt anyone if it was not unsheathed. Then who forced these people back? Mu Yunfeng looked at Yan Zhuo in front of him.
Zhuo was just smiling, a faint smile, a sly smile, a proud smile.
Mu Yunfeng also smiled, a hearty smile, a comfortable smile, a magnanimous smile.
Seeing Mu Yunfeng laughing, those Qingcheng disciples became even more angry and said, "Why are you laughing? This is our Qingcheng's unique skill. The geese fall on the flat sand. If you smile again, you will look good."
They still spoke harshly, but their bodies honestly sheathed their swords and backed away.
"I'll let you go today. Mr. Yinzi doesn't want it anymore. Don't ask for trouble. Be careful and I'll make you look good."
Listening to what the Qingcheng disciples said, the smiles on Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng's faces became brighter. They had never seen such a shameless person.
"Still smiling, good boy, tell me your name. I'll see you in the world someday. I'll make you look good!" The Qingcheng disciples squatted on the chairs one by one, rubbing their buttocks, still saying no mercy.
"Who should I look good on?" A powerful voice came from the corner of the stairs, "I, Zhao Dahu, want to see who dares to run wild in Yinglong City!"
Zhao Dahu? Old man Zhao’s son, deputy commander of Yinglong City?
Mu Yunfeng looked back and saw a strong and muscular man, wearing a short fighting uniform, with a big black face that looked like it was cut out of black steel. It had sharp edges and corners and was strong and powerful. Behind him, Old Uncle Zhao was smoking a dry cigarette.
With his back hunched, he held on to the railing and moved little by little.
"Uncle Zhao, what a coincidence!" Mu Yunfeng saw that it was Old Uncle Zhao and immediately raised his hand to greet Old Uncle Zhao.
When Mr. Zhao saw Mu Yunfeng, his rickety back straightened up and he said: "Young man, it's you again. Come on, come on, this is my son, Zhao Dahu, the deputy commander of Yinglong City. If someone bullies you, haven't you? If anyone bullies you, I'll let you go."
My son will stand up for you."
When those Qingcheng disciples saw that Mu Yunfeng and the father of the deputy commander of Yinglongcheng knew each other, they immediately felt cold in their hearts. They all lowered their heads and spoke in dialect to themselves, no longer looking at Mu Yunfeng and Yan.
Zhuo.
Zhao Dahu glared at the Qingcheng disciples, and then wanted to find a seat to sit down, but he didn't expect that his old father was already sitting with Mu Yunfeng, chatting happily.
Although Zhao Dahu felt helpless, he couldn't say anything on his face, so he could only share a table with Mu Yunfeng and Yan Zhuo.
"I, Zhao Dahu, the deputy commander of Yinglong City, have met you two."
"Dian Cang Mu Yunfeng, I have met Brother Zhao."
"Qingfeng Mingyue Tower Yanzhuo."
Zhao Dahu also wanted to inquire about the origins of Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng, but his old father who once wanted to know him did not give him a chance and had already had a lively chat with Mu Yunfeng.
"Young man, you are not as strong as my big tiger. What should you do if you encounter bullying when you are traveling outside like this? If you wander around the territory of Baiyun Villa, if anything happens to you, just give me the name of my son. Okay.
make!"
Mu Yunfeng nodded vigorously and said: "Brother Zhao is well-known and has really given you a lot of face, Uncle Zhao."
Uncle Zhao took the pipe and pricked Zhao Dahu lightly, and snorted coldly: "What kind of face do you have? Just become a deputy commander and you will give me face. A good man should not be a soldier, a good man can't hammer nails, so he won't save it for me since he was a child."
Heart, if you don’t work hard, then go practice martial arts. Do you think it won’t hurt if you cut a cut on your body with a broadsword and a long sword? Also, he is already twenty-one and has not found a wife yet, so he won’t let me
The old grandson next door has two grandsons. When I see him, I can’t stand up straight. I’m sixty-two years old and I still have a few years to live. Why don’t you let me hold my grandson soon? By the way, young man,
Do you have a wife? If you want me to stop practicing martial arts, it would be great to farm in Yinglong City. I will accept you as my godson. The daughter of the queen next door, Xianglan, is a nice person. I will help you find a matchmaker.
become."
"ah."
Mu Yunfeng was shocked when he heard this, and his head that had been nodding suddenly stopped and said: "I am still young, and Sister Xianglan is such a good girl. Uncle, you'd better introduce me to Brother Zhao first."
Uncle Zhao glanced sideways at Zhao Dahu and said: "It's a shame. I originally wanted to introduce Xianglan to our Dahu, but she thought Xianglan was a rural girl and had a big ass, so she said she wanted to find a girl.
The lovable young lady in Dragon City. Let me tell you, what’s wrong with the rural girl? She’s peaceful and down-to-earth, has a big butt and is easy to give birth to. She can give me a few more grandchildren.”
When Zhao Dahu saw his father scolding him like this in front of outsiders, he immediately felt unhappy and slammed the table, causing tea to splash on the table.
When Uncle Zhao saw his son disobeying him in front of outsiders, he felt even more displeased. He said, "Why, once you become deputy, you are all under control. You don't even take me seriously anymore, right? Are there any rules?"
Seeing that his father was angry, Zhao Dahu's steel-like face suddenly softened and said: "Dad, don't just talk, order the food, order the food."
Uncle Zhao rolled his eyes at his son, called the waiter, ordered four dishes, and said: "You treat this table as a courtesy to the landlord."
"Add another portion of soy sauce beef, one portion of mutton soup, and one portion of three soups." Zhao Dahu ordered and added two more dishes and one soup, but when he turned to look at his old father, he looked at himself like steel needles in his eyes.
"Yes, I think it's too much and it's a waste of money." Zhao Dahu thought to himself, "Hey, they say it's not easy to be a grandson, so this son is not easy either."
Seeing that Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dahu were in a strange mood, Mu Yunfeng hurriedly said: "On the way, Uncle Zhao said how great Brother Zhao's martial arts is. Did Brother Zhao practice martial arts at Baiyun Villa?"
"Well, I am a disciple of Qingyun Hall of Baiyun Villa."
"Isn't Baiyun Villa famous for its swordsmanship? I don't think Brother Zhao looks like a swordsman."
Zhao Dahu smiled awkwardly and said: "Yes, my talent in swordsmanship is not high, so I didn't practice swordsmanship. But fortunately, my master saw that I was good at fists and feet, so he put the swordsmanship into the palm of his fist and taught me.
I can become a master with this ability, but I can't join the Silver Sword Guard, so I can only come to Yinglong City to be the deputy capital commander."
As they talked, the dishes were all served. Uncle Zhao gave Yan and Mu a brief introduction to the background of several special dishes, and then started eating by himself. His eating appearance was the same as Mu Yunfeng's, he was eating a lot.
When eating and drinking, after just a few chopsticks, his mouth will be full of oil. Compared with these two people, Zhao Dahu's eating habits are much more meticulous.
"Brother Zhao," Yan Zhuo said, "I heard that the princess from Jiangzuo is coming to Baiyun Villa for marriage recently?"
Zhao Dahu glanced at his father and said, "Yes, Jiang Zuo is going to marry us at Baiyun Villa."
"I dare to ask, Brother Zhao, are all the guards at Baiyun Villa this time married to you, or have you hired help from other sects?"
Zhao Dahu was stunned and said: "Our Baiyun Villa needs help from other sects?"
Yan Zhuo smiled and said: "Indeed, the Silver Sword Guards of Baiyun Villa are unparalleled in the world. Who dares to make trouble on the territory of Baiyun Villa?"
If Baiyun Villa hadn't invited people from the Qingcheng Sect, then why did the Qingcheng Sect come to Yinglong City? What was their intention? While Yan Zhuo was thinking, a man in white walked past him.
Yan Zhuo felt a chill all over his body, and every hair on his body stood on end.
