Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 102: East Evil and North Beggar
The sun has sunk to the west, the night sky is dark, and the stars are gone.

In the dark night.

The torrential river became more and more turbulent, stretching as far as the eye could see.

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The strong wind blew up his temples, Yang Guo stood on the bank, looked at a boot covered in dirt on the grass, and said with a sneer, "The old man runs so fast, he dare not pick up the shoe when it falls off, hehe..."

Yang Guo didn't intend to jump off the Han River, he couldn't bear to spoil the robes made by Xiao Longnu.

Lightly waving his robe, Yang Guo, who was exercising his lightness kung fu, seemed to turn into a ray of breeze and head towards the inn. His movements were elegant and casual, unrestrained and casual.

Inside the inn.

The candlelight is melting, as bright as the sunset, but no one is in the mood to enjoy this warmth quietly.

The three-foot long sword was back in its sheath, and the little dragon girl was standing in front of the window, looking worriedly into the dark night, waiting for that person to return.

After Huang Rong comforted the other people in the inn, she came to Xiaolongnu with a relieved smile.

"Miss Long, don't worry, Guo'er is very skilled in martial arts, just go to chase the enemy, and nothing will happen."

"Ok, I know."

Hearing her clear and cold voice, Huang Rong thought about her strength just now.

'This dragon girl looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she didn't expect her martial arts to be so outstanding. If it wasn't for Guo Er being a master and apprentice, the two would be a good match. '

There was a long silence.

Thinking of Yang Guo killing Zhao Zhijing in public that day, Huang Rong asked doubtfully:
"Miss Long, how did you know Er? After Er left Peach Blossom Island that day, brother Jing and I couldn't find him. I'm curious."

Xiaolongnv is so bright and beautiful, she has no city, and she doesn't know that Huang Rong is trying to tell her own story.

"The other day, he was hunted down by Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect and rolled down the hillside to the gate of the ancient tomb. Granny Sun rescued him, and then she met me."

Speaking of Grandma Sun, Xiao Longnu's eyes were full of sadness.

Now her mental state of the "Twelve Young Masters" that she practiced since she was a child has been broken, and she has gradually recovered the normal emotions of people such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, which are no different from ordinary people.

"What about Grandma Sun?"

"She's dead."

Huang Rong said silently, "Miss Long, I'm sorry, it's time to talk about your sadness."

"It's okay, you didn't mean to."

"After that, will I worship you as my teacher?"

"Yeah, Guoer is very smart, he can learn everything quickly, and now he is better than me in martial arts."

Speaking of Yang Guo's martial arts, Xiao Longnu couldn't help but feel complacent in her words.

She was very happy to teach Yang Guo the martial arts he is today.

……

The two chatted like this, and it started to rain in the sky.

Tick, tick, tick...

The cold wind was bitter, the cold rain was pouring, and the temperature became cold in an instant.

A figure was reflected in her clear eyes, and Xiao Longnv's brows and eyes showed joy.

"Come on!"

Yang Guo's clothes were slightly wet, and he rushed into the inn with a cold breath all over his body.

"Auntie, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"Not long."

Xiao Longnv shook her head with a nonchalant smile, took out a handkerchief and wiped Yang Guo's cheek.

Yang Guo enjoyed the warmth at this moment, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

Huang Rong, who was watching from the side, looked at the two of them, and suddenly remembered the time when she and Guo Jing were young. Thinking about it, her eyes lost their focus and turned into a sigh.

……

Xiangyang Prefecture.

Guo Jing fought against Mongolia for many years, and he was a great hero in the eyes of the people of Xiangyang City. He was enshrined by the people of Xiangyang, and the mansion he lived in was also very grand and large in scale.

Standing beside the majestic stone lion at the entrance, Yang Guo calmly looked in his eyes, and said slowly: "Guangzhu Huang, we have arrived at the place now, so we will take our leave."

Huang Rong hesitated, "Wait a minute, since you're here, let's come in and have a look, you Guo...Your Uncle Guo misses you a lot too."

squeak-yah-

The vermilion door opened slowly, revealing a young servant wearing a loose hat.

"Miss, you are back!"

"Yes, hurry up and prepare food and hot water, I'm exhausted." After giving the order, Guo Fu turned her head and shouted to Huang Rong, "Mother is back home."

"Go back first, I'll be there later." After replying, Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo, as if waiting for a reply.

Looking at the Guo Mansion, Yang Guo's eyes flickered, and he was silent for a while, "Then go in and have a look."

Everyone entered Guo's mansion.

Huang Rong didn't take Yang to meet Guo Jing immediately.

Instead, he prepared a hospital room for the two of them, saying that we will talk about it later after dinner.

Yang Guo saw that Huang Rong wanted to stay for the night, but he didn't refuse, he was not in a hurry.

"After a while, did you say that Guo Daxia's injury has healed?" Xiaolongnv, who was sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, asked.

Yang Guo shook his head, "It's probably not healed yet, just now I saw that he was still running the Nine Yin Healing Chapter to heal his wounds."

Yang Guo never concealed anything from Xiao Longnv, he told her about the abnormality of his eyes early on.

Xiao Longnv nodded, didn't ask any more questions, but picked up two peach branches on the ground.

"Later, let's practice the jade girl Suxin swordsmanship."

Yang Guo smiled, naturally he wouldn't refuse, took the peach branch and said with a smile: "Gu Gu, I will use the Quanzhen Sword Art, but you will use the Jade Girl Sword Art?"

"Yes, didn't you say before that you can use the greatest power?"

"Okay! Then I'm here!"

I saw Yang Guo using Quanzhen swordsmanship to sip a drink, lifting the branch, pointing down at the tip of the peach branch, like lifting a pot to pour wine.

Xiao Longnv smiled sweetly, the tip of the peach branch turned up, pointing to her own cherry lips, as if she was drinking from a glass, it was the clear drink of the Jade Maiden Sword Technique.

The two had a tacit understanding for a long time, and their sword moves were continuous, flowing and flowing, just right.

I don't know when, there was a whistle.

The sound of the flute is melodious and long, as if there is a gurgling spring flowing in the heart, which makes people feel comfortable.

After the two practiced the last sword technique, Xiao Sheng also came to an end.

Xiao Longnu's melody attainment is extremely high. After appreciating it, she couldn't help saying:

"After a while, this voice sounds like Xiao Feixiao, like a flute but not a flute.

The whole is low and gentle like the night wind blowing on the face, and there is a refreshing coolness hidden in the warmth and comfort.

Among them, there are a few crisp and melodious passages that give people a sense of ease and ease, but it is a strange instrument. "

Although Yang Guo often listened to Xiaolongnu playing the piano when he practiced sword in the ancient tomb.

However, I haven't studied music theory in detail, I just have a rough understanding of the rhythm, but I can't tell the specific difference.

But it doesn't prevent Yang Guo from liking to Xiaolongnv's piano.

"When you're free, let me play the piano for my aunt. I still like the sound of my aunt's piano."

Xiao Longnv nodded, revealing her moonlike eyes, saying yes again and again.

"If you like to listen to it in the past, let's go back to the ancient tomb in a few days, and I will often play the piano for you.

When I was in the ancient tomb, I was thinking about integrating martial arts into the sound of the piano, and I can help me see how it goes later. "

"The little girl has good ears, whose disciple is she?"

A thin old man with a jade flute pinned to his waist and a blue shirt that looked like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties walked over slowly with a broken branch of peach blossom.

Looking at the appearance of the visitor, Yang Guo had already guessed about it, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw an old beggar who was half drunk holding a chicken leg coming over.

He stumbled all the way, but he just didn't fall down, and his steps seemed to contain some kind of wonderful martial arts.

"Old Huang... why did you leave suddenly, didn't you want to drink?"

Yang Guo paused his mouth, his expression was half a smile but not a smile.

He thought of the yellow horse, which is also called the old yellow.

(End of this chapter)