It took almost an hour before the truck loaded with gold and silver treasures was pushed into the backyard.
Then we entered the inn to have dinner. The butler was very generous and arranged ten large tables in the lobby, which were filled with big fish and meat.
, it is the most comfortable to drink some wine to warm up your body.
But the atmosphere in the inn was not very good, it was lifeless. After all, several Sword Sect disciples had been killed. Who knew if it would be dangerous to go forward.
The battle in the canyon during the day had exhausted these Sword Sect disciples. Coupled with the fear along the way, when they arrived at the town, they were basically exhausted and tired.
The butler came to Lu Chen's table with a wine glass, and said with a smile: "Come on, everyone, it's been a long and tiring journey all the way, solving problems for my master. It's been a hard work. Jia is deeply grateful. Please do it first as a token of respect!"
Drink the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"That's right. There's no need to be polite, Butler Jia. It's our duty to escort you out of Qingzhou!" Lu Chen said, not taking his hospitality seriously.
"You can't say that. Jian Zong's disciples have gone through life and death along the way. Jia has seen it in his eyes and has nothing to offer in return, so I have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you will accept it!" The steward smiled very honestly, then waved his hand and came over.
A maid holds a plate with a stack of gold tickets on it.
Each gold ticket is one thousand taels, ten in total, and is pressed with a three-pound nugget of gold.
There are nearly ten thousand taels of gold tickets here, plus one thirty taels of gold. He is worthy of being the son of Jia Caishen, and he is very wealthy in his dealings.
"Steward, this is the responsibility of our Sword Sect disciples, you'd better take it back!" Murong Ziyun frowned when he saw this scene. The steward obviously wanted to please them. Since the sect leader personally ordered it, it would be them.
There was no need for the housekeeper to bother with his duties. Accepting these golden tickets was not a slap in the face to his father. Murong Ziyun had always made a distinction between public and private matters and could distinguish these matters very clearly.
Even if she was practicing outside and unfortunately died, it can only be blamed on her poor academic skills. The face of a disciple of the Sword Sect cannot be bought with just a little money.
The housekeeper seemed to have guessed what Murong Ziyun was thinking, and said with a kind face: "Miss Murong, you are too polite. In order to protect the safety of my master, your Sword Sect has suffered such a heavy loss, and the master feels very sorry. This money is only a small amount of money for my family."
The master has no other intentions. Otherwise, my master would be too embarrassed to let them escort him down!"
Hearing what the housekeeper said, Murong Ziyun looked slightly hesitant.
"Take it! We all have been through life and death, and we really need compensation. Just think of it as the pension for the dead brother. Mr. Jia has a huge family fortune, and this little money is just like pulling a hair from an elephant's leg." Lu Chen dismissed it.
The senior sister glanced at it and said calmly.
When Murong Ziyun heard what Lu Chen said, he hesitated for a while, thought about it and thought it made sense, and then sighed softly: "I understand, let it go!"
The maid next to her looked at Manager Jia Fu, who nodded to her, then obediently placed the silver coins on the wooden plate on the table and silently stepped aside.
"Steward Jia, I have something to tell you here!" Lu Chen put down his chopsticks and looked up at Jia Fu.
Jia Fu also looked at him and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, if you have something to do, you might as well just say it!"
"You also know that when we were in the canyon today, everyone was a little tired from fighting with the bandits. The losses were not small, and I
The two brothers next to me are also injured and need to rest for two days. Can you make some arrangements?" Lu Chen pointed at Teng Qinglei and Han Wenqing and said, while the innocent young Lin Junyu was sitting next to him, looking at him with a confused look.
Lu Chen.
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the pale Han Wenqing and Teng Qinglei, a little embarrassed: "Brother Lu, we agreed before that we would go to the Yangzhou border to meet up with the master's friends in half a month. This delay
Two days, I’m afraid it will delay the opportunity!”
Lu Chen said with an indifferent expression: "But my brothers and sisters are all injured. You tell them to rush on their way. If something dangerous happens, I can't guarantee everyone's safety!"
When the butler heard this, his smile froze slightly. He hesitated for a while and said, "Then I need to report to the master. I am just a butler. If the delay is too long, I cannot bear the responsibility!"
"Well, yes, Mr. Jia, please bear with me. It's freezing cold along the way, and it won't be easy for our brothers!" Lu Chen then handed over his hand and said in a mature and solemn voice.
"I know this, it is really not easy for everyone to go through life and death. I will consider it for you. Let's go to the master to discuss it!" Butler Jia asked the maid to put down the golden ticket, handed it over and said with a smile: "Everyone, please use it slowly, feel free to use it!"
"After that, he led the maid upstairs.
After the housekeeper left, Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun started talking in a low voice.
"Senior sister, there is no need to be polite to them. This money is nothing to Jia Tianpeng. But brothers are fighting for their lives through life and death. It is also appropriate to get some pensions. The sect master knows that he will not say anything more!" Lu Chen
Seeing Murong Ziyun's gloomy look, he smiled and explained.
Murong Ziyun frowned and said, "That's not what I'm worried about!"
"Then what are you thinking about with such a frown on your face?" Lu Chen asked doubtfully.
Murong Ziyun put down his chopsticks and lowered his voice: "Our Sword Sect has lost so many disciples, and Jia Tianpeng didn't even want to show his face, so he sent a butler to deliver some golden tickets. Don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?"
"So you're worried about this?" Lu Chen looked a little solemn when he heard this.
"Indeed, Jia Tianpeng is on good terms with the sect leader. This time there was a robbery by bandits in Iron Knife Canyon, and the Sword Sect suffered a lot of losses. We should come forward to appease these brothers and make them feel more comfortable!" Teng Qinglei picked up a pig in his hand.
Elbow, he said while biting it.
Han Wenqing was very puzzled and said: "You think this Jia Tianpeng is weird. He is just infected with wind and cold. Is it so scary? It's mysterious!"
"Okay, stop talking. Our mission is to escort them out of Qingzhou. Don't worry about anything else. Just be patient and eat!" Lu Chen took two mouthfuls of rice and whispered.
Murong Ziyun and Teng Qinglei looked at each other, lowered their heads to eat in silence, and said no more.
On the second floor of the inn, eighteen lamas stood neatly on both sides of the corridor with solemn expressions, making the entire second floor watertight!
The housekeeper walked up to the second floor and carefully pushed open one of the rooms. A middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat was standing against the window with his hands behind his back. A pair of deep eyes looked through the green gauze at the busy streets, silently.
language.
"Master, I have something to discuss with you!" Jia Fu stood at the door, bowed and said with a very respectful attitude.
"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man asked without turning his head, his voice seemed very deep.
"Jianzong disciple Lu Chen just said that some of their brothers were injured and needed to
I have to stay in Qingxi for two days to recuperate. Let me discuss with the master whether it can be convenient!" the housekeeper said respectfully.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then a gust of cold wind blew, gently ruffling the green gauze in front of him: "Give them a day!" When he said this, his voice was very soft, but when it reached Jia Fu's ears, it was very clear.
An unmistakable taste.
"I know, I'll go tell them right now!" Jia Fu didn't say anything more, turned around and backed out, closing the door behind him.
The middle-aged man stood motionless like a stone sculpture in front of the window, sighing softly: "I don't know if this guy Lao Jia is here yet!"
After Jia Fu left Jia Tianpeng's house, he frowned and seemed distracted. He always felt that something was wrong with his master Jia Tianpeng since he entered Qingzhou, but as a servant, he couldn't ask more questions.
"Dad, what are you doing!" Jia Qing opened the door opposite and shouted immediately when he saw his absent-minded father.
Jia Fu slowly walked into the room, walked around, and saw his son Jia Tao was there. There was a table of wine and food in the room, which was very rich. He was surprised and said: "Your brother and sister live a carefree life, and they don't help your father."
Let me share your worries!"
"Dad, sit down and eat together. If you have any troubles, let me know. My daughter will help you!" Jia Qing pressed his father on the table and said while rubbing his shoulders.
Jia Tao poured a glass of sake for his father and said with a smile: "Dad, why are there so many worries? Come on, drink a glass of wine to moisten your throat!"
"Tao'er, you have been in Wuji Quan Sect for nearly ten years!" Jia Fu looked at his son and said with deep emotion.
Jia Tao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's been twelve years this year. Speaking of which, my mother has been away from us for almost twelve years. I haven't paid homage to her in the past two years. It's really unfilial for me to be a son!"
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"I don't blame you. Your mother was killed by a horse thief. If I hadn't sent you to the Wuji Fist Sect that year, you would have starved to death on the road. It's because I, as a father, didn't do a good enough job!
"Jia Fu sighed.
Jia Qing said coquettishly: "Dad, don't say that. You were doing it for our brother and sister's benefit. What's more, in today's world, learning martial arts is the foundation of one's life. It's too late for us two brothers and sisters to thank you. How can I blame you? You
Now that I have survived, it’s time to take a rest and enjoy the happiness!”
"That won't work. My life was given by my master. If he hadn't given me a bite of food on the road, you wouldn't be able to see dad today!" Jia Fu shook his head and said, Jia Tianpeng's kindness to him had always been
Keep in mind.
"Dad, what does Mr. Jia look like? He wears a bamboo hat every day. He is so mysterious and mysterious. I find it inexplicable!" Jia Qing asked curiously.
Jia Fu sighed softly: "Didn't I tell you that I have contracted the cold and need to rest? Don't worry about it blindly. Protect me from Qingzhou and repay him for saving your father's life back then!"
"Dad, you specially called my sister and me from the Wuji Fist Sect to protect Mr. Jia, but you also hired a group of Sword Sect disciples. These more than a hundred people are making a fuss, aren't you?" Jia Tao solemnly said
