Xianggong is the most beautiful man in the world [Comprehensive martial arts]

There is continuous drizzle in Jiaxing, misty and misty, and it is the most beautiful scene in the south of the Yangtze River.

Under the colorful umbrella, there are people with different looks.

Jiang Feng held an umbrella to cover his wife from the slanted rain, tilted his head slightly and smiled indulgently, and his moon-white clothes fluttered in the wind, clear and elegant.Every girl passing by would secretly stare at the favored person with jealousy.

But the person concerned didn't realize it, holding a candied haws in his hand, stuffed a piece in his mouth, sweet and sour, even delicious, he didn't forget to hand it to Jiang Feng, motioning for him to have a bite too.

As for the only advantage of being favored by the system, it is probably that his appearance is not old, even Jiang Feng has not changed.

"I've lived in the mountains for so many years, but the city is still lively." Hua Mingyu looked around, the upturned corners of her mouth meant that she was in a good mood.

"If you like it, we can move here to live in the future."

"That's not necessary. Prosperity is good, but it's too noisy. If you don't like it, I don't like it either." Hua Mingyu turned her head, saw something delicious again, and pulled Jiang Feng straight there.

"I don't know what happened to that child Nianci."

"Don't worry about him, that kid is already the king of the mountain on the top of the mountain. Outsiders come to dress up and look top-notch, and it's not his fault that others suffer."

"What's more, if you suffer more, you can gain some experience in the world."

The rain gradually became denser, and the originally gloomy sky gathered dark clouds, and the sky began to flash with thunderbolts.

Jiang Feng and Hua Mingyu ran to an inn to hide from the rain. The moment they stepped through the threshold, big raindrops fell, forming a curtain of rain, with water flowing down the tiles continuously.

"Guest officer, do you want to be a sharpshooter or stay in a hotel?" The waiter asked them, throwing the rag on his shoulder.

"Everything, eat first."

It's getting late, let's spend the night here first.

"Okay, sir, please follow me."

Hua Mingyu called a table of the inn's specialty dishes that the waiter boasted about, picked up chopsticks and tasted everything.

"How?" Jiang Feng asked curiously, taking a sip of the tea.

"So-so, not satisfactory."

"It's inconvenient to go out. You are too picky."

"How can there be..." Hua Mingyu rested her chin on her hands, staring at the table full of dishes in a daze.

Six more guests came to the inn, with different things in their hands, one holding a stick, one holding a sword, and one holding a fan... five men and one woman, dressed as people from the world, and they were called brothers and sisters. They were by Hua Mingyu's side. The table was seated, and these six people were none other than the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River.

"Brother, is there something wrong with letting a girl like Jing'er come to Jiaxing alone?" Yue Nvjian Han Xiaoying looked worried, "Jing'er is a loyal person, and he is new to the rivers and lakes. Will he be deceived?"

Ke Zhen'e, who was called the eldest brother, leaned on his iron staff, "Hmph, Jing'er possesses the martial arts of seven of us, if he goes to Jiaxing and needs a few of us old fellows to accompany him, why don't we compete in martial arts!"

Zhu Cong, the second best scholar, used the fan as a screen, turned sideways and whispered to Han Xiaoying, "Seventh sister, don't worry, elder brother specially asked Jing'er to dress up as a man, nothing will happen."

"Jing'er is simple and honest, don't be fooled by those restless and kind people."

"Will not."

.........

Hua Mingyu held her chin to eat or not, while listening to gossip.

Speaking of which, the brothers Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin didn't know where they went. They went down the mountain to Niujia Village this time, but they had gone to the empty building.I don't know where these two brothers will go, Brother Feng still wants to find them for a drink.

The other end has already talked about the fact that their apprentices met with Taoist apprentices from Quanzhen Sect for a martial arts competition in Jiaxing.

When it comes to Quanzhen Sect, she thinks of Zhou Botong, and when she thinks of Zhou Botong, she gets a headache and can't bear to look back on the past.

I don't know what happened to Mu Nianci, that stinky boy, maybe he will become a bully in another place.

***

The conversation was divided into two parts. After going down the mountain, Mu Nianci arrived in Zhangjiakou, the paper fan was shaking slightly, the young master smiled slightly, and the beauty was shy.

He met a disfigured middle-aged man, who was Yang Tiexin whose wife and children were separated and suffered.

When he said his name was Mu Nianci, Yang Tiexin was shocked, "Do you know Jiang Feng, Hua Mingyu and his wife?"

Mu Nianci poured him a glass of water, "It's the mentor, Uncle Yang, do you know them?"

"To be honest, Daoist Jiang and I drank a glass of water and wine, and you lived in our house for a while when you were young."

"But I have no impression."

"You were so young back then, how could you have such an impression?" Yang Tiexin said with a smile.

He told the past one by one.

"Then Uncle Yang, since you already have news about Aunt Yang, why don't I accompany you to find her." Mu Nianci was skeptical, but finally chose to believe him.

"It's here, I don't know anything else."

Mu Niancijun's face froze. Zhangjiakou is not a big place, but it is not small. Finding someone who has been lost for many years is like looking for a needle in a river.

He regretted being soft-hearted for a moment, and promised the uncle to help him find his wife.

If Master were here at this time, what would he do?

Mu Nianci was lost in thought.

It is easy to find something that can gather a large group of people to watch.

"Uncle Yang, I have an idea, what do you think?"

"what?"

"How do you see us performing boulders on our chests in the street?"