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

Chapter 173

Now Xiao Feng's "reputation" in martial arts is not much worse than that of Yang Guo.

Under such circumstances, there are still people who would enjoy drinking with Xiao Feng, except for Yang Guo, A'Zhu really can't think of who it is.

"A'Zhu, how do you know?" Xiao Feng acted boldly and didn't like to hide his thoughts, he asked directly.

A'Zhu put her hands behind her back, and walked over pretty briskly, her red lips moved to Xiao Feng's ear, with a smile on her face, "Brother Xiao, just tell me if I guessed wrong."

Xiao Feng laughed loudly, and said repeatedly, "That's right, that's right, come, come, let's have dinner together."

A'Zhu answered "Okay", sat down, looked sideways at Yang Guo whose appearance had changed drastically, and smiled, "Yang Shaoxia's appearance now is far worse than before."

Yang Guo's previous human skin mask was useless.

He was too lazy to spend time making it, so he made it more casual, and the effect was notable, but it was not very good-looking.

Yang Guo half-closed his drunken eyes, smiled, and drank another bowl of wine sullenly.

A'Zhu's mind is so delicate, he can tell at a glance that Yang Guo's mood is not right, he looks at Xiao Feng, intending to ask.

Xiao Feng didn't seem to see it, he picked up the wine bowl and touched Yang Guo.

Stay till dark.

The square table and even the surrounding floor were full of empty wine jars.

Both of them were drunk-eyed, reeking of alcohol, half lying on the table, they looked like drunks who had drunk too much.

A'Zhu at the side watched, feeling helpless in his heart.

She tried to block the difficulties, but unfortunately failed, and was almost pulled over by the enthusiastic Xiao Feng.

He uttered a long breath of alcohol, Xiao Feng's eyes were clear, and he suddenly asked, "Brother Yang, don't hold back something in your heart, it is easy to drive people crazy, you might as well say it, it will make you feel better."

Hearing this, A'Zhu immediately looked at Yang Guo, with doubts, curiosity, and worries on his brows.

"Ha~" Yang Guo shook his head and chuckled, resting his chin with his right hand, and tapping the belly of his left finger on the wine table one after another, making a dull sound of "dong dong--", the voice suddenly stopped, "brother Xiao, it's getting late , the younger brother went back to his room to rest."

Xiao Feng was stunned, with a helpless wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Yang, go back to your room and rest. When you are free, let's drink with him for three days and three nights."

Yang Guo nodded, and reached out to touch the door bolt, "My little brother's room is upstairs at No. [-] on the far left."

Xiao Feng was stunned for a while, but when he understood it, when his throat rolled and wanted to speak, he heard a "squeak——".

Then he saw the covered mahogany door open, Yang Guo strode away, his steps were steady, his figure was like the wind, he didn't look like a drunkard at all.

A'Zhu didn't understand what Yang Guo just said, looked at Xiao Feng curiously, and asked with a smile, "Brother Xiao, did you discuss something bad with Yang Shaoxia before A'Zhu came in?"

Xiao Feng didn't answer, he bowed his head in thought for a long time, "Ah Zhu, don't leave the room even if you hear noises at night."

Hearing this, A'Zhu pursed her red lips, her eyes were full of thoughts, and she said softly, "Brother Xiao, are you going to fight Senior Xiao tonight?"

Xiao Feng was startled, one or two of the rumors leaked out somehow.

"Ah Zhu, how did you know?"

Suppressing the worries in his eyes, A'Zhu pretended to be relaxed and said with a charming smile, "A'Zhu has been smart since she was a child. When she was in Gusu, that girl Abi was very envious of her. It's not difficult to guess."

Xiao Feng patted his forehead and sighed endlessly, "Yes...my Ah Zhu is the smartest."

"Brother Xiao, I'm going back to my room, see you tomorrow!"

With red cheeks, A Zhu lightly hugged Xiao Feng, and immediately escaped from the room like a thief, leaving Xiao Feng who hadn't reacted in place stunned.

After a while, Xiao Yuanshan reappeared, and the strong smell of alcohol that filled the room invaded his nose, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Feng'er, how much did you drink?"

"Don't worry, Daddy, the child will not miss you."

"That's good..." Xiao Yuanshan stared at Xiao Feng's eyes that had quickly faded from drunkenness, and said earnestly, "Now the masters of any sect and sect are gathered in Jeju Prefecture.

We only have one chance to make a move, and we must not go on business trips. As soon as Dad is old, he has already lived enough, so it doesn't matter, but you are still young, so you can't have an accident. "

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, showing a solemn expression, "My child understands."

"Well...then let's talk about it in detail."

"it is good!"

……

third floor.

As soon as Yang Guo returned to the room, before closing the door, he saw a beautiful woman in a peach shirt standing in front of the door.

"Yang Shaoxia."

Yang Guo's expression was calm and calm, he didn't seem surprised.

"come in."

Yang Guo turned around and walked towards the Eight Immortals Table, his fingertips glowed red like fiery zhenqi, he brushed the oil lamp over, and saw the light rippling, dispelling some of the night's chill.

Looking at Ah Zhu who had just closed the door and came walking with lotus steps, Yang Guo poured a cup of tea, "The tea is still cold, you can drink it later."

Looking down at his own reflection in the tea, A'Zhu's eyes fluctuated with thoughts, he suddenly raised his head, and asked softly, "Has Shaoxia Yang found Miss Long?"

Sipping his tea, Yang Guo's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Ah Zhu, what are you looking for me for?"

Seeing Yang Guo avoiding talking about it, A'Zhu understood it.

"Brother Xiao is going to do something tonight, I... I want to ask Young Master Yang to help Brother Xiao tonight."

Yang Guo nodded, half-closed the phoenix eyes, and said calmly, "I know."

Seeing Yang Guo being so calm, A'Zhu couldn't help but get a little anxious, "Did Young Master Yang agree?"

Putting down the tea bowl, Yang Guo stated, "Ah Zhu, with brother Xiao and Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts, it won't take much effort to deal with the Shaolin disciples who came on this trip."

Azhubei bit his inner lip, with a sad expression on his face, "But... but there are people from other sects, what should I do, a tiger is no match for a pack of wolves, if... if..."

"Ah Zhu, there is a word called... Concerned about chaos..." Yang Guo laughed at himself, turned his head and looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window, "Furthermore, if Brother Xiao wants to escape, there are not many people who can catch up to him." .”

A'Zhu nodded slightly, stood up and saluted, "I see, thank you Young Master Yang."

Yang Guo nodded, and when the worried A'Zhu came to the door, he said, "Don't worry, Yang and Brother Xiao are life-and-death friends, we will definitely not sit idly by."

Hearing this, A'Zhu paused slightly, now in front of the door, bowed to Yang Guo again, and then left.

Yang Guo shook his head, sighed, looked at the bustling long street outside the window, his eyes were dim.

Yang Guo originally planned to trouble Huang Rong tonight, but because of this incident, he had to stop for now.

The cool night breeze was blown into the clean room through the open windows, sweeping away the smell of alcohol in the room.

Yang Guo's eyes were as calm as still water, those miraculous phoenix eyes gradually closed.

The "exotic orifice" outside the body slowly rotates, ups and downs, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth skillfully, and nourishing the "flower of primordial spirit".

The night is getting darker and the wind is getting colder.

The night market outside the inn gradually became deserted, even empty.

Boom, boom, boom...

There was a cautious knock on the door.

"Guest officer, I'm here to deliver your medicine."

"Enter."

squeak-

Xiao Er, who had just delivered the medicine, walked in with a jar of hot medicine like walking on thin ice.

Xiaoer bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows the whole time, not daring to raise his head, when he put the medicine jar on the Eight Immortals' table, he breathed a sigh of relief, just when he raised his head, he saw Yang Guo who was "sleeping with a silk thread", and was immediately stunned.

"You go out."

"Oh~ okay, let's go down now, little one."

Xiao Er responded in a panic, lowered her head again, and left the room quickly.

"call……"

Taking a breath of turbid air, Yang Guo was not afraid of the scorching heat of the soup, so he swallowed it in one gulp.

The bitterness exploded in the mouth, Yang Guo couldn't help frowning, it was obviously a good medicine.

The power of the medicine dissipated quickly, Yang Guo only felt warm all over his body, like a spring breeze, and his brows gradually stretched.

In the middle of the night, ugly time.

The hidden moon was completely covered by dark clouds, and the spring breeze became colder and stronger, and it was already a dark and windy night.

The whispers of worms and night owls rippling in the dark with the wind, spread to thousands of households.

After months of nourishing Yang Guo's medicine, his senses were already on the verge of returning to their peak, and even the slightest disturbance within a radius of [-] zhang could not be hidden from his eyes and ears.

Focusing on passing through the repeated snoring, I came to a door at the stairs on the fourth floor.

On the fourth floor, room No. [-] of Tianzi.

Sitting cross-legged on the mat bed, Xuanci, the abbot of the Shaolin School with downcast eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the already extinguished lights. Through layers of darkness, he is looking at people.

"It's benefactor Xiao, if so, please come in..."

An old but extremely steady voice sounded slowly.

Xiao Yuanshan's father and son in the outer door looked at each other, bloody killing intent appeared in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes, and a pair of iron fists made a "crack—" sound.

With piercing eyes and a calm expression, Xiao Feng lightly pressed Xiao Yuanshan and said in a low voice, "I'll do it."

Looking at his son, looking at his young face and resolute eyes, Xiao Yuanshan nodded slowly.

Xiao Feng gave a reassuring look, squeezed his fists, pushed the door and walked out.

In this pitch-black room, everything seemed eerily silent, Xiao Feng was not affected by anything outside at all, and without any hesitation, he stood in front of Xuan Ci.

"Abbot Xuanci, 30 years ago, outside Yanmen Pass, you led a group of Jianghu masters to kill my mother and slaughter my people. You can admit this."

"...Amitabha, Lord Xiao, this old monk has resigned from his position as the abbot of Shaolin, and now he is only a monk of the Xuan family."

Xuanci paused, clasped his hands together, Xiao Feng couldn't see clearly the expression on his face in the dark night.

"Before, Benefactor Xiao came to Shaolin several times to look for the old monk. In order to find out the truth about what happened back then, the old monk felt extremely guilty. This time, he went down the mountain to confess what happened back then with Benefactor Xiao."

Xiao Yuanshan outside the door had evil eyes, he almost wanted to rush into the house and eat that Xuanci alive.

Xiao Feng pursed his lips, he had learned about it from Yang Guo last year, but his mentor was Shaolin Xuanku, he was very kind to him, so he has been unwilling to believe it.

It's just that as time went by, Xiao Feng could no longer deceive himself and others after all, and after knowing that Xuanci was going down the mountain, he was ready to do it directly tonight.

can.

Seeing Xuanci's posture now, Xiao Feng felt a little shaken in his heart, "Could it be that there is something hidden about this matter."

"Amitabha..." Listening to Xiao Feng's culture, Xuanci recited the Buddha's name, his eyes flickering with thoughts, "Master Xiao might as well listen to the old monk carefully..."

……

"Murong Bo? Isn't he already dead?"

"The old monk also believed in the death of the old benefactor Murong, but as time passed, the old monk became more and more suspicious.

It was not until the day when Murong Fu came to Shaolin for the reason of "returning the way of the other to the other", the old monk once saw a masked man who Murong Fu was very familiar with at night, and after a fight with him, he didn't think so. Old benefactor Murong is still alive. "

Xiao Feng roared with genuine energy in his palm, and said with a cold face, "Even if Murong Bo spread the false news, as an executioner, you cannot escape the blame."

"Amitabha, sins and sins... yesterday's cause, today's fruit, I have sinned deeply..."

Xuanci closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and did not resist, as if he was willing to die.

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth tightly, dropped his hand weakly, and walked out of the room.

After all, he still couldn't get over the test in his heart.

When Xiao Feng left, Xuanci, whose palms were full of sweat, still bowed his head, reciting scriptures.

Xiao Yuanshan who was outside the door listened to what Xuan Ci said just now, and left directly.

Xiao Feng's heart sank, thinking that Xiao Yuanshan disliked his mother-in-law and was sorry for his deceased mother and clansmen,

Of course.

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly changed his mind, he wanted Xuanci to be ruined, he wanted to slap those Central Plains people in the face severely, and even more so wanted Gusu Murong to exterminate his family.

Even so, it is difficult to hide the hatred in his heart.

……

Hearing the movement, Yang Guo was very surprised, hesitated for a moment, jumped out of the window lightly, and landed on the solid bluestone long street.

Yang Guo knew the whereabouts of any sect and school, he didn't stop for a moment, he found the direction and ran out quickly.

on the street.

A figure merged into the darkness with extremely fast speed, and the sound of wind and drink between the actions was enough to cut the throat.

call--

The gust of wind stopped suddenly, and all the wind pressure swept out, and there was a sound like the howling of night ghosts in the space around the shock, which was very scary.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, Yang Guo was a little surprised when he found Huang Rong's location.

Standing on the same spot, Yang Guo closed his eyes and pondered for a while, his eyes fixed, and after taking a long breath, he sealed the acupoints and closed the orifices to hide his breath.

Immediately after, he saw Yang Guo use his physical strength to climb up to the roof of the building very quickly and enter the inn with light steps.

The faint candlelight in the inn was flickering, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment. The red light dispelled a little darkness and brought a little warmth to people.

The warm candlelight fell on his cheeks, Yang Guo didn't change his expression, his face was still cold.

Obviously it's the first time here.

But with the help of the "spiritual eye" magic, Yang Guo didn't take much effort to come to the door of Huang Rong's room. After seeing the mechanism at the door, Yang Guo closed his eyes slightly, and quickly touched the outside of the building.

Squeak... ah...

A subtle voice sounded, and Yang Guo used his toes to quickly enter the room.

There is a small bed in the room, the small bed is shaking slightly, Yang Guo can see things in the dark, see clearly.

'Is the child still awake? '

Muttering to himself, Yang Guo walked to the little bed, and saw the pink doll wrapped tightly inside, with big black eyes staring and clenched fists.

'This kid looks a bit like his father, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. '

Slowly retracting his gaze, Yang Guo's eyes flickered with coldness, and as he walked towards the bed, there was a gleam of coldness between his fingers.

(End of this chapter)