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

Chapter 165 The Villa Contest ([-])
Seeing his actions, Yang Guo thought for a while and said slowly, "How about finding a secluded place to chat?"

"As it should be."

Li Tianheng responded and made a gesture of please.

The two left the complicated crowd with a group of Skyhawk Cultists.

Not far away, Guo Jing found Yang Guo and was about to talk to him when he suddenly saw this scene and couldn't help frowning.

"Brother Jing, I'm a little tired, I want to go back first." Huang Rong, who was holding the baby, said.

Guo Jing pursed his mouth tightly, looking at his beloved wife, feeling tired at some point, "Rong'er...are you hiding something from me?"

Huang Rong's heart tightened, and she immediately showed a slight anger and anger, her eyes turned red.

"Brother Jing, are you suspicious of me? We have been together day and night for so many years...now you don't believe me..."

Seeing her gesture, Guo Jing panicked and comforted her again and again, Huang Rong just gave up, feeling a little complacent.

"Brother Jing, why don't we go back to Xiangyang now, it's too dangerous for us to come out this time."

Guo Jing sighed, shook his head and said, "Last year, if Guo'er and Miss Long hadn't risked their lives to save each other, would An Neng have survived?
Now Miss Long still has... and Xiang'er... who fell into the hands of the white lotus demon, and his life and death are unknown, how could I not come.

This time, the disciples of the beggar gang found out that the "Sun Moon Sect" was in contact with the "White Lotus Sect". If we can defeat the "Sun Moon Sect" in one fell swoop.

From Dongfang Bubai's mouth, he asked where the main altar of the "White Lotus Sect" was, and rescued Miss Long, it was an explanation to Guoer, otherwise how could he be able to deal with Mu Shimei's spirit in heaven. "

Huang Rong pursed her lips, lowered her autumn eyes, and remained silent.

Looking through the window, Guo Jing saw that the rain outside was getting less and less, Guo Jing said in a deep voice, "It's really inconvenient for you, Rong'er, to take the child with you, why don't you go back to the inn first, there are Lord Yuezhang and Master Yideng there, so I can rest assured."

Huang Rong nodded slightly, she didn't want to meet Yang Guo again, she just told:

"Brother Jing, you should be careful in everything, and you should be more careful...be careful... He has misunderstood us a lot because of Miss Long's matter, and it may be bad for you."

Guo Jing frowned, and opened his mouth to refute, but seeing his wife's sincere eyes, he couldn't say that after all.

"Let Fu'er go back with you, she can also hold an umbrella for you, by the way, where is Fu'er?"

Speaking of this, Guo Jing realized that his eldest daughter had disappeared at some point.

Huang Rong gave Guo Jing a blank look, and said angrily:

"Fu'er was angry with you just now, so she went to play with those two boys from the Wu family. It happened that the Zhennan King from the Duan family in Dali was with Senior Brother Zhu and the others, so I agreed. Did not notice!"

Guo Jing smiled embarrassedly, he was all focused on looking for Yang Guo, and indeed he didn't pay attention.

……

In a secluded octagonal pavilion.

Seeing that Li Tianheng had dispersed the members of the Sky Eagle Sect, Yang Guo picked up a fragrant, thick and uncommon white magnolia flower in his hand, "This place is very secluded, it's raining outside, and no one can hear it, Hall Master Li then Speak."

Li Tianheng's posture was very humble, and he immediately answered "Yes", and said eloquently:

"More than a month ago, Miss Huijiao informed Li and several altar masters about the Mingjiao. After we discussed it, we mobilized people from all over the place.

One is because of the Zhang Wuxia, and the other is to save the leader and the eldest son. Later, when our "Sky Eagle Sect" came to Qizhou, we met a group of people from the "White Lotus Sect"..."

Li Tianheng squeezed the tea bowl in his hand tightly, his fingertips turned white, and said in a deep voice, "We are defeated, Miss leads half of the people to meet the enemy, let... let us go first... I..."

The teacup shattered suddenly, blood flowed from Li Tianheng's thumb, his eyes were flushed, he took a few deep breaths before he calmed down a little.

"When I was leaving, I saw a person from the White Lotus Sect whose face was very similar to Xiang Wentian from the "Sun Moon God Sect".

Afterwards, I suspected that those people were pretended by the "Sun Moon God Sect", so I decided to bring people to continue here, but..."

Casually inserting the Magnolia in the soil outside the pavilion, Yang Guo took the conversation.

"Does Master Li feel that the "Sun Moon God Sect" and the "White Lotus Sect" have colluded?"

Li Tianheng's pupils shrank slightly, "Does Yang Shaoxia know anything?"

Yang Guo nodded slightly, and stood up, "Yang does know something, it's best not to go to the "Sun Moon God Sect" and "Sky Eagle Sect" during this trip."

"Why!" Li Tianheng stood up abruptly, his expression turned red with excitement, "Didn't Yang Shaoxia promise that Miss would help?"

The booth fell into silence.

"Yang will not break his promise, he will definitely go on this trip, but if you people go, most of you will be folded inside."

Yang Guo paused, looking into Li Tianheng's eyes.

"If it weren't for Mrs. Zhang's kindness to Yang, Yang would never have said these things to you. I hope Hall Master Li will think it over before making a decision. You only have one life, so you should cherish it."

Li Tianheng gradually calmed down, and apologized, "I'm sorry Yang Shaoxia, it was Li who lost his temper, please forgive me."

Yang Guo nodded slightly, got up and left, and disappeared in Li Tianheng's field of vision after three or five steps.

As the head of the Tianying Sect, Li Tianheng has seen all kinds of people, so he still has a heart, recalling Yang Guo's words just now, he still couldn't help but feel fear and chills down his spine.

……

stone building.

Mo Xiezi, who was dressed in purple, came to the top of the building with his sword case.

The stone building is the tallest building in "Zhujian Villa", which can bring the whole Jianzhuang into view, giving you a sense of seeing all the small mountains.

There is a stone pavilion on the top of the building, and there are three people in white robes with different temperaments in the pavilion.

"The sword you want has already been cast. My "Sword Forging Villa" has nothing to do with your "White Lotus Sect" from now on."

Mo Xiezi put the sword box on the stone platform in the pavilion, his pretty face turned cold.

Facing the indifferent Mo Xiezi, the honored mother who was wearing a veil didn't seem to have any displeasure.

"Master Mo, your father was a swordsmith taught by me before he was alive, and he and I are even more friends. Why should you be so unfeeling? Speaking of which, the "Flying Rainbow Sword" in the hands of City Lord Ye was also given to me by your father, and I will pass it on to Ye City Lord's, this sword is your father's proud work."

Mo Xiezi pursed his lips, and looked at the man who looked like a banished fairy, or at the "Flying Rainbow Sword".

"Master Mo might as well think about it again. His father still has a lot of sword-making experience in the holy church, and he still has the divine sword that his father has devoted his whole life to."

Hearing this, Mo Xiezi felt moved in his heart, opened his mouth and wanted to agree, then was startled, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and as the bloody smell filled his mouth, he regained consciousness, and his defenses rose to the peak.

"Your teaching is full of talents, and there is no shortage of me, a little swordsmith."

Honored Matre shook her head lightly, took the sword box on the table and handed it to the silent woman beside her.

"Saint, the sword you want is here. Let's see if it suits you."

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus looked at the sword box, but did not take the sword, "Don't look at it."

"Then don't look at it. Zhuang Zhuang's sword-making ability is definitely not bad." Honored Matre nodded slightly, without forcing it.

Ye Gucheng put down the tea in his hand, and opened his thin lips lightly, "When will I be able to leave?"

"City Lord Ye, don't be impatient, isn't there going to be a contest later?

Maybe let City Lord Ye take a look at the young generation of Nanzhou, who is a good swordsman, maybe there will be someone who can compete with City Lord Ye?

Thinking about it, Zhuang Mo would be happy to invite us to watch it. "

Ye Gucheng let out a soft "huh" and continued to drink tea and enjoy the rain without saying a word.

Mo Xiezi clenched the simple long sword at his waist, suppressed the thought of drawing the sword, and said in a deep voice, "You can do whatever you want."

After the word fell, Mo Xiezi turned and left, she was afraid that she would not be able to restrain herself.

"Sigh...Little Moxie is not cute anymore, she was very obedient when she was young..."

Seeing Mo Xiezi's disappearing back, Honored Mother sighed faintly.

...

...

Time, fleeting, came to the afternoon in a flash.

At this time, the rain was very light, and the stars fell on the skin, which was very refreshing.

People from all walks of life who came to participate in the "Shen Bing Conference" gathered in a spacious martial arts arena.

There are neat rows of stands and canopies in this martial arts arena, and there are three rings in the center, which were not prepared hastily.

Thinking about it, the "Great Soldiers Conference" should have been held here, but due to unforeseen circumstances, it was changed to the stone building.

Mo Xiezi, who came to the martial arts arena, cupped his hands towards the Jianghu people in the surrounding stands, and said loudly:

"Dear guests have been waiting for a long time, so Mo Xie will make a long story short without wasting everyone's time.

There are three arenas here. If anyone can hold on for a stick of incense, he can enter the top three, and our village will fulfill his promise. However, swords have no eyes, and everyone needs to be careful. Well, if you are interested, you can come to my village The three elders signed the pact and came to power. "

The words fall.

Mo Xiezi left the central arena of the Martial arts arena and went straight to the stands, her face was not very good-looking, but the Jianghu people present were also used to her frosty appearance.

"Aren't you going? Then I, Yun, will take the lead!"

As Yun Zhonghe said, a light body appeared on the ring.

"Yun Zhonghe, it's okay for you to be ugly, you are so old, why are you pretending to be tender, get out of here!"

A young man shouted loudly.

Yun Zhonghe snorted, put his hips on his hips and shouted, "I'm eighteen this year, and I'm in my prime. If you don't believe me, go ask our boss."

The young man glanced at Duan Yanqing, who looked like a ghost, and couldn't help shivering, guessing that he would have a nightmare at night.

At this time, the elder of Zhujian Villa, who was wearing a purple robe, came to Yun Zhonghe.

"This friend, this old man, Mo Zuo, knows some bone-touching skills with the other two elders. If you really want to participate, you might as well let this old man find out."

Yun Zhonghe looked at the purple-robed old man in amazement and doubt, but also hesitated in his heart.

"Hahaha... Didn't Yun Zhonghe just say that he was eighteen? Give this Elder Zuo a touch?"

"Fuck you! I, Yun, have always been the only ones who touch the little lady. I don't have to find someone else to touch me. If Master Mo does it himself, I, Yun, would be happy. Forget it, you old man!"

Yun Zhonghe waved his hands again and again, and flew away from the ring lightly, leaving Elder Zuo with a gloomy face behind.

Elder Zuo looked at Mo Xiezi with a questioning look in his eyes.

Mo Xiezi shook his head lightly, but his expression became more and more ugly.

Elder Zuo sighed inwardly, clenched his fist, and said loudly, "There will be another one."

"I'm coming, I'm just 30 years old this year."

A young man with a long sword hanging from his waist came out of the "Taishan Sect" who was a close neighbor of "Sword Casting Villa".

Elder Zuo nodded slightly, stretched out his dry hands and groped for a while, then asked, "Sect, name."

"Taishan School, Zhang Feng has met Elder Zuo."

Elder Zuo nodded to record, and asked Zhang Feng to press his fingerprints before letting him go on stage.

With someone taking the lead, there was an endless stream of applicants, and a group of young heroes also had the intention of competing, especially in front of many heads, if they performed well, they would have bragging rights in front of the same sect after returning.

The "Taishan School" Zhang Feng's martial arts are not bad, after losing three people in a row, he retired from the ring due to lack of internal strength, it is an honor to lose.

in the stands.

Lu Wushuang's "Sugar Stir-Fried Chestnuts" from someone who didn't know where he ate was so full of energy that he couldn't stop talking.

Seeing Yang Guo looking at him, Lu Wushuang wiped his mouth, and casually took the chestnut wrapped in oiled paper.

"Yang Guo, try it, Mr. Lu asked someone to bring it in from the "Ping An Building", it tastes very good."

The corner of Yang Guo's mouth twitched, wanting to ask her if she forgot something.

"You don't like to eat? It's okay. Mr. Lu just discussed with the owner of Namo, and he brought in a lot of things for sale."

Say it.

Lu Wushuang pointed to the location of those canopies, and sure enough, Yang Guo saw the strange scene of hawkers hawking.

Lu Sanjin came back with a happy face, holding a lot of fruits, candied fruit, snacks and the like.

"Brother Yang, you're welcome. Try the peach blossom cake made by Bai Ying. It's delicious."

Yang Guo shook his head with a smile, and sighed, "Young Master Lu is worthy of being a business genius."

"I won the award, I won the award..."

Lu Sanjin laughed, very pleased with himself.

Yilin tasted this piece of crisp cake, her watery eyes narrowed, she forgot about the Hengshan pie for now, and asked vaguely:
"How did Mr. Lu persuade Mr. Mo? The poor nun sees that Mr. Mo doesn't seem like a talkative person."

Lu Sanjin smiled mysteriously, "Miss Yilin, do you think Mrs. Lu could build a tall building less than ten feet away from Zhuangzi without the consent of Zhuangzi Mo?"

Yilin froze for a moment, blinked her eyes in a daze, a little puzzled.

At this time.

Suddenly a person approached furtively, Yang Guo's ears twitched slightly, when he was about to make a move, he calmed down after seeing the face of the person coming.

The man was a thin and thin man with a mustache, white and clean, but rather handsome.

After the man approached, he sat down beside Yilin.

There were some pastry crumbs on the corner of Yilin's mouth, she moved her butt in bewilderment, and looked over in a daze.

"Who is the donor?"

"You don't recognize me?"

"Ah...Miss Yue, why are you here, isn't the head of Yue..."

Yue Lingshan hurriedly covered Yilin's small mouth, and glanced furtively at the Huashan faction's location, "Keep your voice down, don't let my father see that I'm here."

"Speaking of which, you are really rich, and you bought so many expensive things."

Yue Lingshan threw a piece of green jujube into her mouth very familiarly, and complained with resentment:

"I don't know which poor and crazy profiteer sold it. The things are so expensive, and a few pieces of mung bean cakes dare to sell for a tael of silver. Why doesn't he grab them?"

Everyone quieted down on the spot, they all looked at the small-mouthed Yue Lingshan, showing her panicked panic.

With a dark face, Lu Sanjin said with dark eyes, "I, Mr. Lu, do business, and the money comes in much faster than robbery..."

(End of this chapter)