When Murong Fu Met Yuan Suiyun

Wuzheng Villa is worthy of being the first family of martial arts in the Central Plains. The courtyard is exquisite and majestic.

300 years ago, the original Qinggu built Wuzheng Villa in the west of Taiyuan. The word "Wuzheng" was not taken by him, but it was the congratulatory sign of the world's martial arts heroes.

Just because at that time, no one in the world could compete with him for the length of a day.

Since then, there have been many famous heroes in Wuzheng Villa, and I don't know how many vigorous and eye-catching events have been done in the rivers and lakes.

In the past 50 years, although there was nothing amazing about Wuzheng Villa, it still has more than 300 years of prestige. People in the martial arts still respect Wuzheng Villa when they mention it.

The current owner of the villa, Yuan Dongyuan, is indifferent by nature, rarely shows up in the arena, and never fights with others. The villa is actually managed by his only son, Yuan Suiyun.

Murong Fu handed over the greeting card and waited in the front hall.

"Mr. Murong, it's really a coincidence that the young master has gone out, and he should be back in a few days. If you don't give up, please ask Mr. Murong to stay in Wuzheng Villa for a few days." Murong Fu scrutinized this person slightly, only seeing his expression Respectful, there is a limit to how to advance and retreat when talking, thinking that since Mr. Yuan is not here, I really have no other choice, so I replied

"Sir, you're being polite. It's just a misfortune that I'm here. In honor of Mr.'s kindness, I'll bother you here for a few days to wait for Mr. Yuan."

"Mr. Murong, you are welcome. If you need anything, please give me an order directly."

After Murong Fu thanked him, he went to Taiyuan City.Thinking about this trip, I have never really visited Taiyuan, and I think of the Taiyuan snacks mentioned by Mr. Lin before, but I am very interested.

But the food in the central region is greasy compared to those in the south of the Yangtze River. Murong Fu felt a little full after eating some.Among all kinds of snacks, Murong Fu liked Baihua Shaomei the most.

There is a folk saying in Taiyuan, "Shaomei is delicious and difficult to make noodles, but it is difficult to pick stuffing and flowers if the skin is thin."

It is quite difficult to make slightly plum blossoms. You need to use a special rolling pin to make flowers. The more folds you make, the more beautiful the plum blossom teeth will be.The skin of good plums is as thin as paper, round as a plate, and has many flowers on the sides. The selected plums are filled with big, mellow, and delicious taste. Put them in the cage, like blossoming snow plums.

Murong Fu liked that it was delicate and delicious, and he planned to pack some back when he went to pick up Mr. Lin.

Thinking that Mr. Lin would go back to Yanziwu with him in the future, Murong Fu felt extremely sweet in his heart.Although you can bring some souvenirs when you go back to Jiangnan, you will always run out of them anyway. In order to let Mr. Lin taste the taste of his hometown Taiyuan in Jiangnan in the future, Murong Fu decided to learn a way of Taiyuan snacks by himself, and waited until he returned to Yanziwu Give Mr. Lin another surprise.

People in the rivers and lakes cannot do without alcohol, but drinking too much is harmful to the body.Thinking of how many times the two had drank each other, Murong Fu thought about it and decided to learn how to make Taiyuan fermented glutinous rice.

The next day, he left for Rongmao Garden.

He didn't want to ask for a secret recipe, but just a general approach.Everyone likes handsome young people, including the proprietress, so he carefully explained the production process to Murong Fu, and Murong Fu memorized it by heart, and smiled gratefully to the proprietress from time to time.

Thinking that he would have a lot of time to spend with Mr. Lin in the future, and that the two of them could study and improve it together to bring out the taste they like, Murong Fu was full of expectations in his heart.

A few days later, Mr. Yuan still hasn't returned.

Just as Murong Fu was hesitating, the housekeeper of Wuzheng Villa came to say that the young master had returned to the villa to look forward to Murong Fu's courtyard.

In the end, it was due to his inexperience in the world, thinking about meeting Yuan Suiyun, Murong Fu faintly felt a little nervous.

He was wearing a white light shirt, but added a layer of gray silk on the outside. The Jiangnan silk was light and elegant. If you looked closely, you would find that there were elegant lotus flowers embroidered with dark threads on the silk.At this time, he hung a long sword at his waist, neither losing the demeanor of a man in the world, nor showing the maturity of a child of an aristocratic family.

After passing through layers of pavilions, Murong Fu came to the atrium.

A handsome young man stood with his back facing his direction and hands behind his back.

The young man was dressed in a black shirt, and his hair, which was as deep as a waterfall, was casually tied up with a silk thread. He just stood there quietly, neither obtrusive to the surrounding scenery nor overshadowed.There seems to be a kind of domineering arrogance of a person who has been in a position for a long time in the vagueness.

Murong Fu suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, this figure from his back seemed too familiar, although it was somewhat different from the temperament in his memory.With a glimmer of expectation, he tentatively opened his mouth and said

"Young Master Yuan, Murong Fu in Gusu, I hope you have not been rude when you come to disturb me." When I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was trembling a little.

The young man turned around, although he was vaguely prepared, the moment he actually saw Murong Fu was like a bolt from the blue.

There was a pain in his heart, Murong Fu was startled and angry, his throat was sweet, he deeply suppressed the feeling of vomiting blood, and he froze in place as if his hands and feet were numb.

Young Master Yuan noticed Murong Fu's strangeness, his expression immediately became anxious, he tiptoed lightly, and was about to come over to support Murong Fu.

Murong Fu roared as if he had suddenly come to his senses,

"roll"

A child from a family like Murong Fu, even if he gets angry again, will never say a single dirty word in his mouth.

In the past, the wife of Nangong Ping, the son of the Nangong family, eloped with Wang Mulan, a swordsman from Xiaoxiang.Even so, Nangong Ping just said "Please!" to Wang Mulan with a trembling voice.

It can be seen that Murong Fu was emotionally excited at this time.

He never expected that Mr. Lin, whom he loves, is actually the young master of Wuzheng Villa who has the most power in the Jianghu, and he still thinks that the other party is not even a member of the Jianghu.

He hates himself for telling him about his experience in the world. In the eyes of the young master of Wuzheng Villa, isn't it just a common joke.

It's ridiculous that the other party is a master of martial arts, and he knows various martial arts. I am still worried about his safety, so teaching him swordsmanship is not a class move.

I confessed to meeting him and told him all my secrets, but even his name was fake.

I am looking forward to going back to Yanziwu with him, but people may not take Yanziwu seriously.

But there is nothing to do.

the word love,

don't know why,

don't know where to live,

don't know what to do,

incomprehensible,

missing,

nowhere.

Murong Fu smiled wryly, the smile from a few days ago was as lingering as if it had been a lifetime ago.It was as if an invisible knife was flying towards him one by one, and he felt cuts and bruises all over his body.

He took off the jade hairpin that was originally sent by Suiyun from his head, and with a little force, he flew the jade hairpin into the wooden pillar supporting the pavilion, and then said

"Young Master Yuan, from now on, you and I will cut off our friendship, it is better not to see each other in Huangquan, and let us fly in the world for a hundred years."

Yuan Suiyun's face turned pale after hearing this, and he seemed to be trembling slightly uncontrollably. Seeing that Murong Fu was about to leave, he immediately shouted

"Murong, please stop"

Murong Fu sneered

"Stay back? Although Wuzheng Villa is powerful, I, Gusu Murong, don't give in too much." Sui Changjian said with his sword in his hand, "If Mr. Yuan insists on staying, then let's work hard to see the truth."

"Murong listen to my explanation." Yuan Suiyun was a little anxious.

But where to start with all the clues.

Yuan Suiyun spends half a month of each year alone in the small building in the center of the lake, but meeting Murong Fushi this time is unexpected.

He took over the Wuzheng Villa when he was less than ten years old, and it has been nearly ten years now, so he is used to seeing the turbulent waves in the martial arts world.Most people's acquaintance with him is nothing more than a word of prowess, assuming that he has no dispute over the status of the young master of the villa.

He has been blind since he was a child. Although he is very talented, he has also worked hard to practice martial arts. Everyone respects him as a superior, but no one really cares about him.

He hated the injustice of the heavens, who gave him such a heavy burden and took away his light. Whenever he felt the eyes of the world sighing, he was so uncomfortable that he was about to collapse, but he still wanted to maintain a calm appearance.

The appearance of Murong Fu made him happy, and many things that he had never experienced before followed one after another, bringing sunshine to his dark world.There were times when he wanted to tell Murong the truth, but he didn't know how to speak, and now, there is no turning back.

Murong Fu turned around in a daze, and saw Yuan Suiyun's face was full of pain, and his out-of-focus eyes were full of sadness. His appearance at this time gradually coincided with the calm and open-mindedness of Mr. Lin in his memory, and Murong Fu gradually I experienced the feeling of being heartbroken.

"you say"

As if Murong Fu's soul had come out of his body, he heard two words coming out of his mouth mechanically.

Yuan Suiyun didn't know where to start, he just said word by word

"I am happy with you, sincere in my heart, sincere in love"

Every word fell on Murong Fu's heart like a huge boulder, he suddenly gushed out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.