The old man raised his head and looked at Zhuo Mufeng in surprise: "You only have one chance, do you really not regret it?"
Zhuo Mufeng snorted and turned his head, looking too lazy to say anything more.
"Hahaha……"
The old man burst into laughter, forced Zhuo Mufeng to sit down, and gave a thumbs up: "You are indeed a sweetheart. If you dared to agree just now, I still wouldn't agree!
It seems that Wu Boy’s vision is not bad. Boy, even if you don’t follow me, we can get along as friends. Do you really want to travel around the world with me?”
After doing this for a long time, it turned out that you were deceiving me! Zhuo Mufeng was so angry that he was itching his teeth, and he was a little scared. He wanted to avoid the other party more and more: "Thank you for your love, senior, no need."
The old man shook his head and took out a jade square azure token from his arms. It was as thin and crisp as paper, with rounded corners. It was about the size of a baby's hand. There were patterns on the surface, and the word "Ya" with flying dragons and phoenixes was engraved on the front.
, handed it to Zhuo Mufeng.
"This is my personal personal command, and I give it to you as a souvenir."
Zhuo Mufeng took the token and looked it up and down. He didn't realize anything, but he didn't know that the group of people behind him, except Haiteng brother and sister, were all shocked.
Even people who didn't know the old man's identity before were staring at the jade token and breathing rapidly.
Yuefu Order!
This is clearly the legendary Yuefu Order, which is unique to Songya Yuefu, but not everyone can enjoy it. Songya Yuefu is deeply rooted in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, not only involved in the world, but also has great power in the court.
It is precisely because of its complicated background that it is not ranked among the top forces, but everyone knows that Songya Yuefu's strength is unfathomable. Even the top 21 forces must be afraid of three points.
According to legend, only the three palace masters of Songya Yuefu can possess the Yuefu Order. Once they see the order, they can direct the Songya Yuefu in various places to do things. If there is any disobedience, they will be killed without mercy upon verification!
A small Yuefu Order represents immense power and power.
This order is made from the sacred laurel jade from Chutian Mountain in the west. There is no possibility of counterfeiting it. No one dares to go to Songya Yuefu with a counterfeit product. It is almost like courting death.
Of course, the Yuefu Order is not unlimited. Each piece can only be used three times, and what is done must be fair and cannot violate justice and ethics.
Miao Qingcheng's nine accompanying guards gasped. Looking at the azure Yuefu Order in Zhuo Mufeng's hand, this old man must be the "Master Qingyun" among the three palace masters!
"This thing is pretty good-looking. It's made of some kind of jade. Is it worth a lot of money?"
After all, the affairs of Songya Yuefu were relatively sensitive, so Zhuo Mufeng was still not very clear about it. He knocked on the Yuefu Order, looked left and right, then raised it up to shine a light on it, making a tut-tutting sound from his mouth, looking cheerful.
The corner of the old man's mouth twitched: "It's worth a lot of money. I mean, you kid, you're not thinking of selling it, are you?"
Zhuo Mufeng waved his hand: "Senior is joking, how can I sell the things you always give me? Even if you give them to your adoptive mother, you can't sell them. By the way, does this thing have any specific use?"
The old man poured the wine and said, "I said I just wanted to leave you a thought."
"That's it..."
Zhuo Mufeng curled his lips and said it would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed, but he didn't expect too much, so just accept it. You can give it away in the future.
Next, the old man asked Zhuo Mufeng to play Xiaoyaoyou again. For Miao Qingcheng's sake, Zhuo Mufeng could not refuse.
This old man is indeed a master of the piano. He only listened to it twice and played it by himself without Zhuo Mufeng’s instruction. The carefree play in the hands of the old man truly expressed the free and easy taste of the music. Even Zhuo Mufeng
They all listened in ecstasy.
The old man sang the lyrics softly again, and laughed loudly when the song ended.
Miao Qingcheng and others could not leave Yangzhou City too far. Seeing that the old man had solved the important matter, Miao Qingcheng said goodbye.
The old man waved his hand, and the boat shot back at an extremely fast speed, sailing upstream and sending everyone back to the outside of Yangzhou City. When everyone jumped back to the shore and filled their bowls with wine, the boat floated away again amid laughter.
go.
"Brother, remember to come to Sanjiang League as a guest!"
Miao Qingcheng shouted, and the old man waved without looking back, and Yiye Bianzhou quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes.
"This old man is really a strange person." Hai Teng looked ahead blankly, still recalling the old man's shocking skills.
Seeing that everyone was still in a daze, Miao Qingcheng had to say: "There are very few people who have mastered martial arts to Brother Le's level. It's useless to think too much. Go back."
This unexpected encounter gave Miao Qingcheng a feeling of fear and surprise.
The reason behind the fear is naturally because the old man almost lost his skills. Not only did the old man have an irreconcilable relationship with his husband Wu Guanting, he was also involved in the interest alliance between Songya Lefu and the Sanjiang League. Once something happened to him, it would definitely be a huge blow to the Sanjiang League.
As for the surprise, it was naturally due to Zhuo Mufeng. Unexpectedly, this adopted son accidentally helped the old man, which was equivalent to solving a huge crisis for the Sanjiang Alliance in disguise.
She must report this matter to her husband as soon as possible. Miao Qingcheng gradually changed her initial view of Zhuo Mufeng. If she had not been particularly suspicious of Miao Chongwei's assassination, she would really regard Zhuo Mufeng as one of her own!
After receiving Miao Qingcheng's reminder, everyone knew that the old man could only look up, put away his distracting thoughts, and turned around to return to Yangzhou City. After this incident, Miao Qingcheng simply invited Mrs. Rejoice and the others to go to the helm.
On the way back, Zhuo Mufeng finally learned the truth of the matter from other people. How could he be so speechless that he just played a piece of music and helped the old guy break through?
Unexpectedly, the others were even more speechless. This guy just played a piece of music and actually got the Yuefu Order. Is there any reason for this?
Zhuo Mufeng took out the Yuefu Order and played with it while having a silly time, laughing non-stop.
Miao Qingcheng suddenly came over: "Mu Feng, didn't you just say that even if you give this thing to your mother, you can't sell it? Isn't that true?"
"Well……"
Zhuo Mufeng was a little dumbfounded. He didn't know the meaning of Yuefu Ling before. He casually said that this woman couldn't be so shameless. He quickly took Yuefu Ling into his arms and said doubtfully: "Foster mother, my child said this
Words?"
Miao Qingcheng stared at him: "You said that."
Zhuo Mufeng said sincerely: "Foster mother, the child's things are yours. I can give you whatever child you want. But after all, this thing was a gift from an old senior. It would be too disrespectful to give it away if you change hands.
.”
Miao Qingcheng: "It's okay. I'll explain it to you."
Zhuo Mufeng almost scolded his mother, but for a while he couldn't think of words to refuse, and he didn't want to give it, so he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Miao Qingcheng looked at him with a suppressed smile.
Wu Yuanyuan on the side said coldly: "You hypocritical guy! The Yuefu Order is only useful to the person who gave it to the palace owner. When Grandpa Le spreads the news, Songya Yuefu will verify it. My mother is just trying it on you."
With a whoosh, Zhuo Mufeng pushed the Yuefu Ling in front of Miao Qingcheng: "Foster mother, please accept it, this is the child's kindness!"
Miao Qingcheng was angry and funny. She raised her hand and patted Zhuo Mufeng's forehead, bringing up a cloud of fragrant wind: "Idiot, I'm just joking for you." She raised the corners of her mouth and turned around.
Wu Yuanyuan scolded Zhuo Mufeng for being shameless, rolled her eyes, and left with disdain.
Zhuo Mufeng is sweating profusely!
What kind of mother and daughter are these? I used to think that Wu Yuanyuan was not easy to deal with, but now I know that compared to her mother, Wu Yuanyuan is as innocent as a little white flower, and everything is written on her face.
Mud, when you go back this time, you must stay away from this mother and daughter, but you can't cause trouble for yourself. I don't know how the old witch came here all these years.
The group of people returned to Yangzhou in a grand manner and went back to their rooms to rest.
Miao Qingcheng immediately wrote a secret letter, released the homing pigeon again, and then took Wu Yuanyuan to visit Miao Chongwei.
Miao Chongwei's injury was serious, but with the elixir of the Sanjiang Alliance, getting out of bed and walking was no longer a problem, but it would still take some time before he could take action.
The three of them came to the pavilion outside the house. Miao Qingcheng drove Wu Yuanyuan away again and talked about today's events with Miao Chongwei. Miao Chongwei smiled and said: "So, the adopted son should not be the murderer."
Miao Qingcheng also nodded, but she was cautious by nature and frowned: "But apart from him, I really can't think of anyone who has such motives and conditions."
Miao Chongwei: "Is there something wrong with our thinking, or are we ignoring other people?"
The two discussed for a long time, but there was no result. In the end, they could only continue to wait and see what happened. When they separated, Wu Yuanyuan mentioned going to Bishan Temple to worship Buddha, and Miao Chongwei said that he also wanted to go.
The two immediately agreed to set out tomorrow morning and gave instructions to their men.
That night, although Hai Teng and Hai Sisi were very reluctant to leave, and Miao Qingcheng and her daughter tried their best to persuade them to stay, Mrs. Rejoice was resolute and the family of three returned to the Li Mansion without resting at the helm.
Watching the three people disappearing down the long street, Wu Yuanyuan stood at the door of the mansion and wondered: "Mom, why do I always feel that Aunt Li is not willing to get close to others."
Miao Qingcheng said helplessly: "It's not that your Aunt Li is unwilling, she just has a strong sense of self-esteem and is afraid of being looked down upon. Why do you think that every time you go to Li's house, your mother only buys some ordinary food? If anything is too expensive, your Aunt Li will never
I won’t accept it, alas…”
Wu Yuanyuan and Zhuo Mufeng listened thoughtfully.
…
It was a lonely and cold night, and bright lights could be seen in the deep mountains beyond the clouds. It turned out to be a splendid ancient temple. The sound of chanting sutras and the tapping of wooden fish could be heard from it, but it did not disturb the birds and beasts in the mountains.
The incense of Sanskrit smells in the ancient temple, and the smoke is still lingering in the sky. Several young monks are sweeping the floor in the front yard.
And in the backyard of the ancient temple, in a Zen room.
A middle-aged monk with slender cheeks and wearing a yellow and red checkered cassock was sitting on a sandalwood futon, quickly turning his rosary beads with one hand.
Suddenly, a dark figure quickly pushed open the door and quickly closed it.
The middle-aged monk paused while turning his rosary beads, opened his shining eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The black shadow whispered: "The news is true. Tomorrow the Miao brothers and sisters will come to Bishan Temple. I have already ordered the brothers to take action. This time I must kill them all in order to avenge the blood feud last time!"
The middle-aged monk asked worriedly: "Will something go wrong?"
The black shadow said: "Every link has been arranged. They didn't expect us to hide here, let alone your identity. As long as you cooperate, everything will be perfect."
"I hope so."
After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged monk nodded, closed his eyes, and began to turn his rosary beads again.
The black figure turned around, opened the door and looked outside. After confirming that no one was there, he opened the door and flashed out. The door was closed again by the strong wind behind him, and the candlelight in the room was still there.