Brother, what should I do if someone else's settings are broken?[Transmigration Book]

The old man looked calm and said: "Since the Fourth Young Master knows what happened nine years ago, he should also know that he still couldn't find that thing after so many battles back then."

"Of course I know about this matter, otherwise why would I come to find Mr. Shangguan?" The fourth young master looked at the old man quietly, obviously with a smiling face, but inexplicably carrying the coercion of the superior .He said: "Mr. Shangguan understands why I came here very well. I heard that some time ago there were a few small sects who were disobedient to Mr. Shangguan's discipline, so I decided on my own and sent someone to solve it. It's all because of my involvement in the Jianghu this time." A greeting gift to Mr.

Mr. Shangguan nodded: "Fourth Young Master, you are being polite."

"It doesn't matter." The Fourth Young Master said: "It's just a pity. I originally wanted to use Yunmen as a meeting ceremony, but something went wrong halfway, so I had to use these small sects to make up the numbers. I hope Mr. Shangguan will not hold you back."

"What does this old man have the right to despise what the Fourth Young Master gave you?" The old man cupped his hands, "The Fourth Young Master was joking. It's just that what the Fourth Young Master wants to do is not easy. I couldn't find it nine years ago, but now it's even more difficult."

"It's not easy, but it doesn't mean it's impossible." The Fourth Young Master looked at the old man with his lips curled up, and said lightly, "I hope Mr. Shangguan won't reply to me with the words he said nine years ago. I'm different from him. I hope Mr. Shangguan understands."

The old man paused and did not speak.

"However, I will continue to do the things he didn't accomplish, which can be regarded as inheriting my father's career. Don't you want to make up for the regrets Mr. Shangguan didn't accomplish nine years ago?"

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"Zuo Zheng, come in."

Outside the door, a man in black clothes was lazily leaning on the pillar with his arms crossed over his chest. When he heard this, he turned around, opened the door and walked in.

"Godfather." The man named Zuo Zheng saluted the old man in the room and said, "You look for me."

Mr. Shangguan, who was sitting on the carved wooden chair, took a sip of tea and said, "Do you know anything about Yunmen?"

Zuo Zheng paused and said, "I don't know."

"You really don't know?"

Zuo Zheng said calmly, "I really don't know."

Mr. Shangguan gave a "hmm" and said, "Is Ning Xian there?"

"Yes. The Fourth Young Master came before he left."

"Call him in."

"Yes."

Zuo Zheng saluted Mr. Shangguan, turned around and exited the room, and tilted his head behind the man with the delicately carved mask in the middle of the courtyard.

Zhu Ningxian stepped up and wanted to walk into the house, but when he came to Zuo Zheng, he saw the man tilted his head slightly, and lazily said: "I asked about Yunmen, I said I don't know, don't tell me."

"Thank you." Zhu Ningxian helped the mask on his face and walked into the room.

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"How did you do it this time?" Mr. Shangguan frowned and looked at Zhu Ningxian, who was bowing his head in front of him, and said with some anger: "Silver Horn Palace has always been unknown in the world, and it is the most useful thing to do in secret. One hand. Now the whole world is talking about it, and everyone even knows your name!"

Zhu Ningxian lowered his head and said, "It's Ning Xian's ineffectiveness."

Mr. Shangguan frowned and said, "Have you found out who released it?"

"Shangyang Mountain." Zhu Ningxian said: "But I haven't found out where they got the news from."

"It seems that Shang Yang has no choice but to stay." Mr. Shangguan sighed, waved his hand, and said: "The martial arts conference will be held in three months, you should find a way to solve it."

Zhu Ningxian paused and stood there without saying a word.

Mr. Shangguan raised his eyebrows: "Why, you feel sorry for Shang Yangshan, and you are reluctant to do it?"

Zhu Ningxian bowed his head: "Don't dare."

"They can find out about you today, and they can find out about me tomorrow. Ning Xian, you are not an indecisive person." Mr. Shangguan paused, and then said: "Besides, the sect has been wiped out, why bother What kind of renaissance is Tian Erwei doing. There is no shortage of their sects in this world, let's deal with it."

The strange expression under Zhu Ningxian's mask flashed past, then raised his head, his expression could not see the slightest abnormality, and said: "Yes."

After a pause, Zhu Ningxian said again: "Godfather, the martial arts conference will be held in three months?"

"Well, it was just decided today." Mr. Shangguan took a sip of tea and said, "Since the Fourth Young Master said it, we must give him some face."

He looked at the floating fragrant tea in the tea bowl in his hand, and sighed softly: "The superior is weak, and the little wolf cubs will start to toss about."

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When Zhu Ningxian walked out of Mr. Shangguan's room, Zuo Zheng was standing in the middle of the yard looking up at the sky and waiting for him.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Aren't you afraid of short life?"

"Longevity in this kind of world is not something to be happy about." Zhu Ningxian walked forward and said lightly: "It's a big deal, isn't it you who will collect my body?"

"Tsk," Zuo Zheng raised his eyebrows: "I just like the way you are open to viciousness and unaffected."

"Shangyang Mountain is gaining quite a lot of momentum now, thanks to the new head, Cheng Yu. Cheng Yu has been living in Bingfeng Mountain for a few years, and is Mu Fubai's younger brother. The biggest resistance to the revival of Shangyang Mountain, this time not only did not suppress Shangyang, but also provided a lot of help." Zhu Ningxian said lightly: "The most effective way to solve Shangyang is to break the relationship between those two. And For Mu Fubai, the only thing he can care about is the lives of those people in Bingfengshan."

"So you're going to label that little sect master as 'deceitful and destroy ancestors'?" Zuo Zheng looked at him helplessly: "You can't pick a simple person? A Xian, I just have one question—who?" Can you kill the former head of Bingfengshan who once defeated the three sects of Shangyang, Nandou and Chengguang? Are you or me?"

"Cheng Yu and the others in Bingfengshan have no enmity, so killing others is logically unfeasible, it can only be Gu Yan." Zhu Ningxian glanced at him and said: "Vicious people, of course, will not kill people in a fair way. Back then It took Taiyi Valley a whole year to refine the antidote to the poison, and I don't believe Zhou Qingling can finish it in three months."

"Okay, as long as you have an idea." Zuo Zheng walked forward with his arms folded, and said: "Back then, Taiyi Valley was also hidden by the person above because of refining the poison, but anyone who got a little bit of that poison It will not end well. This time you find someone else to poison, I don’t want to touch that thing.”

"Brother Zuo," Zhu Ningxian looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up, and said, "Only you can handle this matter."

"..." Zuo Zheng looked at Zhu Ningxian for two seconds, and saw that although the man had a slight smile on his mouth, the eyes behind the mask were like a flat lake, hiding the struggle and pain buried deep in the bottom like magma. A clean, as so many years.

Zuo Zheng waved his hand violently: "All right, all right, I really don't know what I want from you!"

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When Cheng Yu received the post from the martial arts conference, his face was as long as the door frame.

Cheng Yun on the side was excited, his eyes sparkled, and he said, "Yu'er! To invite Shang Yangshan to such a grand event as the Martial Arts Conference is a recognition of us!"

Cheng Ji on the side said coolly: "Back then, the time for the martial arts conference had to be determined with Shang Yangshan, but now I just received an invitation, so what's there to be excited about?"

"Is today different from the past!" Cheng Yun read the post several times, and then said to Cheng Yu, who was about to rain, "Yu'er, why are you unhappy?"

Nonsense, can you be happy when you are about to die?

Cheng Yu adjusted his expression, and said, "Third Uncle, the sudden advance of the martial arts conference may not be a blessing or a curse. Now that Shang Yang has just improved, we should be careful and keep a low profile."

"Yes, yes, yes." Cheng Yun raised his head, and then excitedly said, "Yu'er, your kung fu is so advanced now, how about we also go on stage to compete? Maybe we can really become the leader of the martial arts?"

Cheng Yu: "..."

Dare you not hear a word of what I just said, did you?

Cheng Yu sighed lightly, and before he could say anything, Cheng Ji spoke first behind him: "Father, Shangyang Mountain shouldn't be in the limelight now."

Cheng Yu was taken aback for a moment, and after Cheng Ji finished speaking, he turned his head to look at himself, and said coolly, "You said I can't do things with my brain, I just learn."

Cheng Yu stared at him blankly for two seconds, then smiled lightly without saying anything.

"Ji'er is right. I was too excited and confused." Cheng Yun patted Cheng Ji on the shoulder, then turned to Cheng Yu, and said, "Now Shangyang Mountain has just started to improve, and the rumors about the beauty in Jianghu are also in Shangyang. We haven't completely dispersed, so we should keep a low profile at this time. Yu'er, do you think we are going or not?"

"Go, of course." Cheng Yu said: "I can't hide from those who should come. But I can't get on the stage of the competition."

"Okay." Cheng Yun nodded, and said, "Let's just take a look at the situation and let the younger generation of disciples learn a lot."

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After returning from the front hall, Cheng Yu hurriedly entered the room, sat down at the table, grabbed a pen and paper, stretched his neck and said to Mu Fubai who was reading the script in the yard: "Eldest senior brother, I want to write to the second senior brother." Xin, do you have anything to say?"

Mu Fubai raised his eyes and said, "Write a letter to Qingling? What's the matter?"

Cheng Yu wrote while saying: "Let him find someone to wander around the mountain for the past few days, and if he sees an injured person, he should be treated quickly."

In "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water", Gu Yan died at the foot of Bingfeng Mountain before the martial arts conference, and was frantically stabbed 27 times. Although Gu Yan did not die this way in the original book, who knows which way the plot line is going now?

In accordance with the principle of strictness, the roads of the two lines must be blocked. As for the punishment for changing the key plot...

Cheng Yu said, whatever the hell, my master can't die anyway!

Mu Fubai raised his eyebrows, he was already used to Cheng Yu's weird behavior, thought for a while, and said: "A few months later, Qingling will bring me some honeydews at the martial arts conference. The sweets are better than Aunt Xie's." It’s a little far off.”

"Oh, sweet fruit." Cheng Yu wrote a sentence, and then suddenly remembered the original book and the plot in Mirror Flower and Water Moon. He was slightly taken aback, and walked to the yard with a brush in his hand, and said, "Brother, Master didn't send you a letter asking you to come back to Bing Bing." Is it wind?"

In the mirror, Mu Fubai was called back to Bingfeng Mountain by a letter from Gu Yan before Chengyu received the invitation to the martial arts conference. In the original book, Mu Fubai never even came to Shangyang, and stayed in the Bingfeng.

"Yeah, I called." Mu Fubai stretched his waist and said, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going back?" Cheng Yu said cautiously, "What if Master really has something to do?"

"What can the old man do?" Mu Fubai raised his eyebrows, dissatisfied: "What? You want me to go back to the mountain so you can find the little girl?"

"..." Cheng Yu: "...even the mosquitoes in the whole Shangyang Mountain are public, where can I find a little girl?"

"Nothing is the best." Mu Fubai glanced at him, and said, "For the sake of saving, I have to tie you into a rice dumpling and tie you to the bed."

"Don't worry!" Cheng Yu raised his chest proudly, "I won't give you this chance!"

When Mu Fubai heard this, he looked up at him with unclear meaning.

A few months later, Cheng Yu, who was tightly tied to the bed, recalled this scene, and really wanted to go back and say something tooyoungtoosimple to himself——

Do you still need to find a reason for the boss to tie you up? !That's it! !

The author has something to say: Happy Thursday, little angels~