Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 337 Zhong Ling, whose child is in your arms?

Two more days passed.

Outside the Wanjie Valley.

Zhong Ling, wearing a pink T-shirt, parted two bushes, looked around, and made sure that no one was around before heading out.

A black rope was hung diagonally on her shoulder, and the other end of the rope was tied in front of her body, with a dark green swaddling cloth tied around it. Inside the swaddling cloth was a chubby baby who looked to be about seven or eight months old. Despite all the tossing and turning, the baby did not cry or make a fuss, and was still sleeping soundly.

"Be good, Tong'er. Be good, Tong'er."

She rocked the baby gently, and the little one inside yawned with his eyes closed.

After making sure that she had not woken up the child, Zhong Ling turned around and walked forward. Unexpectedly, after only taking five or six steps, she heard a loud shout from behind: "Zhong Ling, where are you running to?"

When she looked back, she saw the ugly old man chasing after her with a nine-ring knife in his hand.

"Go back with me."

"father."

Zhong Ling looked unhappy.

"go back."

"No return."

Zhong Wanchou was so angry that he screamed and his face was burning: "Zhong Ling, don't force your father to be tough with you. I tell you, if you dare to go find that kid named Duan today, you will no longer have me as your father from now on."

Perhaps his voice was too loud and woke up the baby in the cradle. Immediately, the baby's little hands moved, his mouth opened, and he burst into tears.

Zhong Ling said angrily: "Dad, why are you so fierce? You must have woken Tong'er up."

Zhong Wanchou didn't say much. He walked up to her, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the valley.

"go home."

“No.” Zhong Ling was hurt by him and frowned, saying, “You’ve locked me and my mother up for three months. We’re almost suffocating to death.”

It would have been fine if she didn't mention the word "mother". As soon as she mentioned it, Zhong Wanchou's face suddenly changed drastically. He said "not good", stopped trying to persuade his daughter, and forcibly pulled her hand and walked back.

A moment later, he arrived at the mansion in the valley. He searched the front and back yards but couldn't find the two plus one that he had spent a lot of effort to find. He was immediately furious and stamped his feet in anger: "You two...are you in collusion, right?"

"What's good about collusion?"

"One is going to look for the old thief of the Duan family, and the other is going to look for the young thief of the Duan family. They are also using the tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west. I am so angry, I am so angry."

"Humph, who told you to lock us up?"

"How could I raise a daughter like you?"

Zhong Wanchou raised his hand, but finally couldn't bear to slap the man. He just pushed the man into the room, locked the door, and left angrily.

……

Two more days passed.

In front of a ferry crossing at the Dali border.

Yue Laosan was picking his teeth with a small branch; Yun Zhonghe was holding a steel claw and his eyes were wandering over the boatman's daughter; Ye Erniang was stroking her hanging hair left and right, the three evil men were lined up under the shade of the trees by the roadside.

"Why is the boss so slow?"

After picking his teeth, Yue Laosan flicked the twig, which happened to fall between the neck and collar of a merchant who was queuing to board the ship on the plank road. The man hurriedly reached out to grab it, turned back and glared at him, but when he saw the large pair of scissors on his back, he remembered something and immediately subsided his anger. He went into the cabin and did not dare to show his head out.

Yun Zhonghe said with a half-smile: "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that Gao Shengtai will eat the boss?"

Yue Lao San's eyes narrowed: "I'm worried that the boss will kill them all. I, Yue Lao Er, haven't used my scissors to cut people's heads for several months."

"Don't worry, this time when we go north to Songshan, you can kill as many bald asses as you want in Shaolin Temple."

"Really?"

Ye Erniang twisted her hair with her fingers and said without raising her head, "I'm just afraid he doesn't have the ability."

"Ye Sanniang, what did you say?"

"Yue Lao San, I'm not trying to belittle you, but you'll be in trouble if you run into Xuan Sheng, Xuan Mie and other Xuan-generation monks who are not qualified to enter the Dharma Academy, let alone Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci."

"Wow, I'm so pissed."

Yun Zhonghe interrupted the conversation between the two people and said, "Ye Erniang, I'm very confused. Didn't you capture the daughter of Zhong Ling from Wanjie Valley to play with three days ago? Why did you return the child to Zhong Wanchou and his wife when they came to ask for the child? This is not your style."

"I just saw the baby was crying so hard, so I borrowed the milk for two days. What's wrong with that? This inexperienced girl just can't take care of a baby. She even slept with her head tilted to one side."

Yue Lao San laughed out loud when he heard this: "Ye Er Niang, you're breastfeeding a child? How? Is your thing still usable?"

Ye Erniang raised her palm to hit them, but at this moment the sound of clothes falling came from not far away. With the sound of iron crutch falling to the ground, Duan Yanqing appeared in front of the three people. He glanced at them with his fierce eyes, scaring the boatman so much that he trembled and almost dropped the oar into the water.

"Boss, you're back." Yue Lao San said with a chuckle, "How did the discussion go?"

Duan Yanqing did not answer his question. He said "Let's go" expressionlessly, crossed his crutches, and rushed towards the ferry.

Seeing this, the three people behind could only follow their own thoughts and get on the ferry across the river.

……

at the same time.

Song-Liao border.

A group of about twenty Hu Lu cavalrymen stood on a high hill, facing the cool north wind, reining in their horses and looking south towards the Song Dynasty. On the two horses in front sat a man and a woman. The man was of burly build, with loose shawl and a very serious expression. The woman wore a light yellow skirt and had her black hair tied up sideways with a silver hairpin shaped like a phoenix wing inserted in the middle. They were Xiao Feng, who had already defected to the Liao Kingdom and was named King of the Southern Courtyard for saving the emperor, and Azhu, who went north to look for him.

"The Song Dynasty border is just ahead. We don't know if we will have a chance to return from Shaolin Temple this time. Brothers, are you afraid?"

The man behind him raised his scimitar and shouted back with a heroic look on his face: "Don't be afraid!"

"It's all good."

Xiao Feng was very satisfied with their performance.

"Brother Xiao." Ah Zhu looked worried: "I still think we shouldn't go to Shaolin Temple in such a high profile."

"Azhu, I know you are worried about me."

"But I, Xiao Feng, disdain to disguise myself. Yes, I am a Khitan now. Just like Monk Kongxu said, I am not Qiao Feng. If those people in the Central Plains want to kill me, just come on. How can a Khitan man be afraid of death? Is that right?"

"Yes……"

The Khitan cavalry at the back looked brave and shouted loudly, with waves of voices, as if they did not take the weak Han people seriously at all.

Xiao Feng looked towards the southwest: "I want to see what Shaolin Temple has to say about the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass."

After saying this, he shook the reins and urged the horse forward.

Ah Zhu bit her lip, remembering that the evil monk from Xiaojing Lake was also going to attend the Shaolin Temple's Heroes Meeting. She couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering how the monk would retaliate against her.

Finally, she sighed softly and followed the Khitan cavalry into Song territory.

Far away in Yanziwu in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong Fu also set off with Wang Yuyan. As for why Li Qingluo let her daughter leave Mantuo Villa, the answer is very simple. Monk Kongxu promised her to send Duan Zhengchun, but more than a year has passed and there is still no movement. She needs to use the relationship between Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu to stimulate that guy who doesn't keep his word and make him fulfill his promise quickly, otherwise... she will have to marry her daughter to someone else.

...A few more days passed.

If you calculate the time, it will be less than half a month until the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th.

The entire Central Plains martial arts world became restless, with some coming to watch the fun, some wanting to lend a hand, some wanting to take advantage of the situation... In short, a large number of people from the martial arts world rushed to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan with various purposes in mind.

The Little Mirror Lake was no longer peaceful. Duan Yu was worried when he thought of the high probability that Duan Zhengchun would be there. Ah Bi was worried about Ah Zhu, because her master said that Xiao Feng would definitely go. If Xiao Feng went, Ah Zhu would definitely follow him. What would they do when they met? You Tanzhi thought that he would soon meet the murderer of his father, so he practiced martial arts more diligently these days.

The happiest person would be Ah Zi, because there would be something exciting to watch soon. She had already begun to look forward to the scene of her monk father killing everyone and becoming the king of Songshan.

And Mu Wanqing...met her mother Qin Hongmian when she went to the woods to collect firewood early in the morning.

"Come with me."

"..."

Under the birch tree whose leaves had already turned yellow, the mother and daughter stood facing each other.

"I asked you to come with me." Qin Hongmian saw her holding a pile of firewood, not speaking or moving, so she went over and pulled her wrist.

"mother."

Mu Wanqing suddenly shook him off: "I won't leave."

"What did you say?" Qin Hongmian asked angrily, "What kind of magic potion did that woman give you?"

After saying this, she seemed to realize something and murmured to herself, "No, it's not Ruan Xingzhu."

"Are you still harboring fantasies about that kid named Duan? He's your brother!"

"..."

Mu Wanqing neither denied nor admitted it.

"No, I can't let you make any more mistakes. You have to come with me."

"mother!"

Mu Wanqing shook her arm off again: "I owe him."

"You owe him? What do you owe him? What can you owe him?" Qin Hongmian couldn't figure out what her beautiful daughter owed Duan Yu.

"Maybe... he's not what you think..."

"Wan'er!"

Qin Hongmian raised her hand and wanted to slap her, but when she saw that stubborn face, her hand hung in the air and couldn't fall.

"Fight me all you want, but I won't go with you."

"He is Duan Zhengchun's son, and you are Duan Zhengchun's daughter. You... do you really want to force your mother to death before you will stop?"

"Then why did you still... still want to be with him when you knew Duan Zhengchun was married... Just think of it as, like mother, like daughter."

"you!"

Qin Hongmian couldn't bear it any longer and dropped the palm that was hanging in the air.

Snapped.

Mu Wanqing did not dodge and took the slap head-on, leaving a bright red palm print on her face.

After about three or five breaths, seeing that Qin Hongmian stopped fighting, she turned around expressionlessly and walked towards Xiaojing Lake.

You know your own daughter.

Qin Hongmian knew that when it came to stubbornness, Mu Wanqing could match her. Now that things had come to this, she could only place her hope on Duan Zhengchun. As long as Duan Yu refused to accept his daughter, Mu Wanqing would one day face reality.

After Qin Hongmian left, Mu Wanqing put the firewood back into the kitchen and went to the South Bank with mixed feelings. However, she was not going to find Duan Yu, but to find Monk Kongxu. However... she pressed her hand on the door for a long time and did not have the courage to push it open.

Everyone said that he was a lecherous monk, but in the past few months, he had never been seen bullying Ruan Xingzhu. To say that he was not a lecherous monk, thinking about the past, he was a lustful person, but this kind of lust was a bit like "a gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way."

If he is psychologically positioned as a monk, then he is naturally mean and dirty. But what if he is not? Although he is not a modest gentleman, he is definitely not a villain.

"Call daddy."

"father……"

"Come on, give dad a kiss."

"..."

"Do you like Dad?"

"like."

"You are really my good daughter."

"..."

At this time, the sound of a conversation between a father and his daughter was heard in the room.

Mu Wanqing was disheveled in the wind.

The Child-Fairy of Tianshan, the dignified Child-Fairy of Tianshan, now... actually agreed to his bad idea and treated the pretending to be father and daughter as a play.

When did all this start?
Oh, yes, it started on the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. Monk Kongxu, she, Ruan Xingzhu, A Zi, Duan Yu and others gathered together for a reunion dinner. Wu Xingyun drank a lot of wine. Later, she asked him by the lake how long she had to live if the cold poison could not be cured. Monk Kongxu told her that it would be at most one year.

The next day, Fu Minyi and Mei Lan were driven back to Piao Miao Peak by Wu Xingyun.

As the saying goes, life is like a play, and play is like life. Since time is running out, why not live a simple and happy life? Is that right?

Mu Wanqing didn't know.

Maybe……

Otherwise, how could there be an adjective like "old child"? Who can guarantee that Wu Xingyun has no desire to rely on others? In the past, Wu Xingyun was the Child-Father of Tianshan Mountain, in charge of the power of life and death. Now that Fu Minyi and others are gone, the martial artists in the Central Plains, unless they are told by someone who knows the truth, who would know that the cute little girl in front of them is already ninety-six years old?

"Dad...Dad..."

She was just hesitating whether to go in or not when she heard someone behind her arguing with Wu Xingyun about her father. She turned around and saw Ah Zi running towards her, skipping and jumping with a pair of brand new cloth shoes in her hand.

"Hey, why are you here?"

A Zi noticed Mu Wanqing outside the wooden house.

"Oh, I...I want to ask him when he will leave tomorrow so that I can prepare in advance. What about you?"

"Mom asked me to bring this pair of cloth shoes to Dad."

Ah Zi shook the monk shoes in her hand with a proud look on her face.

"Who's out there?"

Hearing the sound coming from the room, A Zi ignored her and pushed the door open and walked in, holding her cloth shoes.

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(End of this chapter)