Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Even if Fu Minyi and the other person did not believe what Xie said, it was still true.

But he couldn't bring himself to search Kang Guangling's body in front of him.

Moreover, with Sun Sanba dead, Lingjiu Palace has regained its dignity.

The origins of Wu Liang's swordsmanship have also been investigated.

The purpose of this trip has been basically achieved.

The two were unwilling to delay any longer and planned to return immediately to report on the matter of the Boundless Jade Disc.

He immediately used his lightness skill to leap onto the black ship, and in an instant, he was far away from the shore.

Xie Bu Ruo gazed at the black ship sailing further and further away, thinking of Tan Qing, who had been struck by a poisoned arrow.

"I don't know what kind of medicine this kid took, but he didn't die on the spot after being hit by the poisoned arrow."

Thinking of the medicine, he subconsciously touched the pouch at his waist.

The pill of unknown origin was also hidden inside.

"We need to find out what this medicine is."

After this battle, Xie Buruo deeply felt his own lack of skill, especially in terms of internal strength.

If it weren't for the sharp weapon in his hand, he would probably have been knocked away by Tan Qing's attack.

Even the most exquisite techniques of the Free and Unfettered Sect cannot be fully unleashed without sufficient internal energy.

Xie Buruo thought to himself, "If this were a powerful tonic pill to help me improve my internal strength, that would be wonderful!"

Although my internal strength is stronger, I will encounter many problems when I try to dissipate the power of the Northern Darkness Divine Art in the future.

But then again.

If one's skills are insufficient, it's likely that even making it to Dali alive will be difficult.

Since he himself was ignorant of pharmacology, he set his sights on Kang Guangling, who was standing next to him.

Kang Guangling certainly didn't understand either, but his fifth junior brother, Xue Muhua, was the infamous "King Yama's Enemy" in the martial arts world, whose medical skills were unparalleled.

"Why don't we just give this pill to Doctor Xue to take a look, and then we'll know exactly what it is?"

Thinking of this, Xie Bushuo decided to ask Kang Guangling for a letter of recommendation.

Xue Muhua was very busy, and countless people in the martial arts world lined up to see him.

He was neither a famous figure in the martial arts world nor a close friend.

Without an introduction, how could one possibly gain entry into the tutelage of Doctor Xue?

Before he could even speak, Bao Butong had already arrived.

As soon as he jumped off the bow of the boat, he saw Kang Guangling carrying the zither back and recognized him as the person who had just played the zither.

Bao Butong was stubborn and unyielding.

Even if you know your opponent is strong and you are no match for them, you should still draw your sword when you meet them on a narrow path!

With a clang, the longsword was drawn.

Kang Guangling looked worried and was filled with unease.

I wonder if it's because I didn't check the almanac before going out today?

Why does everyone who sees me want to beat me up?

It was at this moment.

Two shouts of "misunderstanding" came almost simultaneously from the front and back.

One of the men who said this was the male servant who had gone to call for more people earlier.

The other one is Wang Yuyan.

Bao Butong was even more surprised when he saw Wang Yuyan.

He never expected that this well-bred young lady, who rarely left her home, would appear in such a place.

"Miss Wang, what brings you here?"

Bao Butong looked surprised and then fired off a barrage of questions.

"By the way, you must be here to see the young master, right?"

"He's out on business right now and hasn't come back yet!"

"And who are these people?"

Wang Yuyan answered them one by one.

He simply concealed his intention to go to Dali.

After hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Bao Butong was convinced that Kang Guangling, Xie Buruo, and the others were friends, not enemies.

He sheathed his sword, and although he admired Kang Guangling's skills greatly, he refused to admit defeat and said sarcastically.

"Your playing the piano is truly remarkable!"

To everyone's surprise, Kang Guangling was not angry at all; instead, his eyes lit up and his face showed delight.

"You know how to play the piano? You understand music theory?"

These words come from the utmost sincerity.

In this vast world, apart from his mentor Su Xinghe and the old bald Xuanku, no one else could understand the profound meaning behind his zither playing.

After hearing what Bao Butong said, Kang Guangling, though knowing the chances were slim, couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, hoping that the other party was also one of those hard-to-find confidants.

Bao Butong, however, thought that the other party was mocking his shallow skills and vulnerability, and his spirits immediately lifted.

He was about to use his expertise to start arguing.

Suddenly, a loud crackling sound erupted as large raindrops pelted down on us.

Bao Butong wouldn't mind having a lively debate with Kang Guangling in the rain, but he absolutely couldn't let Wang Yuyan get wet.

They immediately began arranging for everyone to board the boat to take shelter from the rain.

One by one, everyone stepped onto the boat using the gangplank.

Bao Butong glanced at Mu Wanqing, whose face was covered, but he wasn't surprised. He assumed she was just a maidservant accompanying Wang Yuyan.

But when he saw Xie Buruo, handsome and dashing, walking quite close to Wang Yuyan, alarm bells immediately went off in his mind.

Everyone in Canhe Manor knows that Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan are cousins ​​and have a very close relationship.

Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and other retainers of the Murong family were convinced from the bottom of their hearts that Wang Yuyan would be the future young mistress sooner or later.

"Who is this kid?"

Bao Butong had only vaguely heard from Wang Yuyan that this person's surname was Xie, and he hadn't paid any attention to the name.

He immediately snorted coldly and ordered someone to lead Wang Yuyan to the cabin to take shelter from the rain.

Then, strode towards Xie Buruo, stroding his beard, intending to use his silver tongue to make fun of this stranger.

Bao Butong approached, offering a forced smile and bowing respectfully: "Greetings, young master!"

Xie replied, "Hello, Brother Bao."

Bao Butong immediately seized on the flaw in his words and shook his head.

"No, no. You and I are neither of the same clan nor surname, and we have no connection whatsoever. As for the title of 'brother,' it's absolutely out of the question."

Xie Buruo really couldn't be bothered to waste his breath arguing with this kind of jerk.

He took out the black flag with the character "Yan" given to him by Madam Wang from his bosom, but did not unfold it, only revealing a corner.

Bao Butong was feeling smug when he saw the pattern on the black flag and immediately recognized it as the Yan-character black flag issued by the Murong family to heroes of the martial arts world. He was speechless.

Xie Buruo pressed his hand to his chest, lowered his voice, and spoke with unwavering determination.

"Our ambition to restore our nation will never be forgotten!"

Bao Butong was startled, then his expression changed drastically, and he replied with a solemn expression of respect.

"Our ambition to restore our nation will never be forgotten!"

There are quite a few heroes from various sects in the martial arts world who carry the Yan character flag.

However, most of them simply obeyed the Murong family and were completely unaware of the Murong family's plot to restore their kingdom.

The fact that this person could utter the phrase "The ambition to restore the country is never forgotten" is a secret code known only to a select few, demonstrating that he is a confidant among the Murong family's most trusted confidants.

They are even highly likely to be assassins directly under the command of Prince Murong Fu.

Bao Butong stood frozen in place, filled with regret.

"Oh dear, my loose tongue has made another mistake! I mustn't hurt the feelings of the righteous man!"

Bao Butong knew in his heart that although everyone was trying to revive the Yan Kingdom, their conditions were different.

He owned a farm and fields, had a wife and daughter, and lived a life of boundless joy.

Many of those who fought to restore their country did the hardest work and enjoyed the fewest blessings.

Their situation is much more difficult than ours.

These kinds of people are becoming increasingly rare.

Bao Butong was unwilling to lose such a hardworking and righteous man because of his loose tongue.

He quickly grabbed Xie Buruo's hand and raised his other hand to slap himself in the mouth.

"Oh, it's my good brother here! That's just how I am with my mouth, so please don't take it to heart."

"Of course not."

Xie Buruo paused, looking hesitant, "But I have a piece of advice for you, I don't know if I should say it."

Bao Butong nodded hurriedly, "Good brother, speak freely!"

Xie Buruo then said in a low voice, "The cause of revival is extremely difficult. Brother Bao, you should try not to offend people in the martial arts world in the future, so as not to make too many enemies and put Young Master Murong in a difficult position."

These words struck a nerve with Bao Butong, and he immediately deflated.

Looking back on these years, I realize that I have often made mistakes with my words and offended countless people, which I deeply regret.

Looking at Xie Buruo in front of him, he didn't take his difficult words to heart at all, and only thought about the overall situation.

"Look at him! He acts discreetly and efficiently, and his heart is set on the great cause of restoring the nation. This is the true talent capable of reviving the Great Yan."

Thinking of this, Bao Butong felt extremely guilty and slapped himself hard across the face twice.

Xie Buruo quickly reached out to stop him, advising, "Brother Bao, Brother Bao! Stop it! If you keep hitting him, your face will be swollen!"