small rivers and lakes

In the early morning of the next day, Zhong Yi woke up at dawn, suddenly felt someone beside him, and subconsciously locked the other party's throat with an iron claw.

"Ah, it's me, it hurts, don't force yourself..." Jiubao screamed like killing a pig.

Zhong Yi looked at his hands, then at his small appearance of grievance, let go of him with a snort, and reprimanded: "I told you to practice hard, and you can't even avoid such a simple move. It would be embarrassing to spread it out." My face."

Jiu Bao clutched her neck, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Master, you have put in [-]% of your effort, even if I was reincarnated as a martial god, I couldn't escape it."

"Your way of bragging is really novel," Zhong Yi snorted coldly, "If I put in ten to ten of my kung fu, your head can be kicked like a ball now, hey, I'm wondering, you don't go to practice kung fu early in the morning , What do you want to do by poking around my bedside?"

"Who's poking around?" Jiubao yelled, "I'm here to wake you up!"

Thinking of what happened at night, Zhong Yi felt depressed, and sat on the edge of the bed to vent her anger: "Do you need to shout when you get up, what should you do, kneel down."

"...Huh!" Jiubao said depressedly, "You think I'm willing to call you? The housekeeper just came and said that the dragon city lord of Haitianliancheng is here."

"Long Yunteng? What is he doing here?"

"Dragon City Lord has been running around all these years for the old things that were full of troubles back then. This time, he heard the news about You Le Wu You, so he rushed over immediately."

A layer of irritability rose in Zhong Yi's heart, and he said angrily, "Idiot!"

Jiubao was shocked: "Do you dare to scold the Dragon City Lord?"

"I'm scolding that stupid butler of Xiuchuntang, who can't even block such a little news, it's really useless!" Zhong Yi raised his eyes and glared, "Besides, why can't I scold Long Yunteng? Did I forget Youtang is still afraid that he will not be able to connect the sea to the sky?"

"It's not that I'm afraid..." Jiubao stammered, "The whole thing is... just not the same level... Haitianliancheng has the backing of the imperial court..."

Zhong Yi mocked: "So what about the imperial court? If you have the ability, the imperial court will send troops to destroy my Wangyoutang!"

Jiu Bao was dumbfounded: "Master, you are really arrogant..."

Zhong Yi patted the bed board: "Which side are you from?"

"Dangdang...Of course it's on your side!" Jiubao said loudly, "I was born a member of Wangyoutang, and I will die a dead person of Wangyoutang. That's how loyal I am! I'm just so loyal!"

"Very good," Zhong Yi was finally satisfied, smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Add an egg to your breakfast today, and go see if the old man Qinggu has woken up? Tell the kitchen that you will have Jiuniang Yuanxiao for breakfast..."

"The old man left at dawn."

"what?"

Jiubao said: "He said that the hall master died in Xiuchun Hall. It's unlucky. He rode away on a donkey early in the morning. He also said that you are very tired recently, so let us not disturb... Huh?"

Before she finished speaking, she saw a gust of wind blowing in front of her eyes, and Zhong Yi's figure was no longer on the bed. Jiu Bao turned her head and saw a white figure jumping up the treetop like a white harrier, galloping out of the hall.

"Is this bastard hall master suffering from a mental illness?" Jiubao muttered, looking at the gloomy sky outside, "I didn't bring an umbrella when I saw that it was going to rain, and I would feel disgusted when I got drenched in the rain... ...Bastard, I can't do this job..."

It didn't take long for Zhong Yi to go out, and the light rain fell, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard fell with the rain, and a faint fragrance was permeated in the misty rain.

Jiubao waited for a while, couldn't help but climbed up the tall building, looked far into the distance, and saw the green shadow dancing by the Slender West Lake, Zhong Yi walked back slowly with her head down.

The slanting wind and drizzle made the clothes feel wet, Zhong Yi's large white pajamas fluttered in the wind, and the light rain stained her hair, scattered on her face.

Jiu Bao frowned, slapped the railing, jumped down, landed beside Zhong Yi, and shouted: "Master, you..."

"Little heartless!" Zhong Yi raised his head, poked him on the forehead fiercely, and cursed, "I don't know how to send an umbrella to the hall master in such a heavy rain! Look at my body is getting wet, in case Sick, are you here to deal with the important affairs of the church?"

"..." Jiubao almost wanted to go back to just now and slap that worried self to death.

Zhong Yi's face was full of hatred: "What's the use of me raising you?"

Jiu Bao pouted, feeling that she had every reason to lose her temper!

"The eggs for breakfast are cancelled!" Zhong Yi said angrily.

"What?" Jiubao was furious, "Why?"

Zhong Yi said coldly: "This hall master is in a bad mood."

"Don't!" Jiubao has always believed that those who know current affairs are heroes, and immediately pulled Zhong Yi's sleeves, begging, "I haven't eaten eggs for several days, the chicken will be unhappy, hall master, hall master... ...I didn't drive the old man Qinggu away, the egg is innocent..."

"Unless you go and get him back at once."

Jiubao cried loudly: "...you can't even find it, how can I find it?"

"Hmph!" Zhong Yi brushed off his sleeves, and walked towards the Xiuchun Hall without dust.

Jiubao's tears disappeared in an instant. Looking at his graceful figure, she grimaced angrily, and hummed: "It's just an old man... It's like losing his wife... This bastard hall master must be crazy!"

Zhong Yi went back and closed the door, and after half a stick of incense, he walked out of the bedroom, dressed in white and jade, with a folding fan gently shaking, and walked into the meeting hall surrounded by fairy air.

"Master Bell."

A man in black stood up. This man was nine feet long, with red phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, his cheeks were as firm as a knife and an axe, and the corners of his lips were tightly drawn, outlining a stern line.

This is Long Yunteng, the current city lord of Haitianliancheng.

Zhong Yi clasped his fists in both hands: "Dragon City Lord is here to welcome you."

Long Yunteng clasped his fists slightly, and went straight to the point: "I heard that Le Wuyou appeared in Xiuchun Hall."

"It was someone else impersonating," Zhong Yi denied, "Le Wuyou died ten years ago."

Murderous intent appeared in Long Yunteng's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash. He said indifferently: "I have seen Long Tianba's corpse."

Zhong Yi paused: "How?"

"Frost is all over the wound, and there is no bleeding," Long Yunteng said in a deep voice, "It is the result of Xue Zhao Yun Guang Jue."

"However, based on the art of snow shining on clouds, it is impossible to determine that it was Le Wuyou's work," Zhong Yi said. Disciple, Chai Kaiyang, the head disciple of Fengmanlou, the young master of Tomorrow Pavilion, and...Your Excellency."

Long Yunteng stroked the saber: "Not bad."

Zhong Yi smiled and said: "Then how can you be sure that the person who killed Hall Master Long is Le Wuyou?"

"Long Tianba's fatal wound is in the heart," Long Yunteng said, "The wound is narrow and deep, it must be a juvenile phoenix."

"Hahaha," Zhong Yi laughed, and said lazily, "Has the Dragon City Master lost his mind? There are countless swords and swords in the world, how can it be only Zhihuang who can leave narrow and deep wounds? Believe it or not, I can find Zhujian Master builds a weapon, can it be copied exactly?"

Long Yunteng looked at his saber firmly: "I have met the corner of Wuyou, and we are brothers and sisters. Naturally, I will not admit my mistake."

"Love as siblings?" Zhong Yi said with a sarcasm with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "But I heard that Tianque Mountain was attacked ten years ago and sent a letter to Haitian Liancheng for help, but your city closed its doors and refused until Fengmanlou was killed and injured. Exhausted, I dare to ask City Lord Long, at that time, do you still remember the relationship with Le Wuyou?"

Sharp questioning was thrown head-on, Long Yunteng held the handle of the knife tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "At that time, I was retreating... When I finished the practice, Wuyou was already..."

Zhong Yi said softly: "There are no bones left."

Extreme pain suddenly appeared in Long Yunteng's eyes.

Sending Long Yunteng away, Zhong Yi waved his sleeves, turned around and sat on the grand teacher's chair gracefully, took the teacup, gently flicked the tea foam, squinted at the butler of Xiuchuntang, and said leisurely: "I don't know Butler Zhang is so good at running errands, anyone like Long Yunteng, Feng Jiawu... can go to see your master's body."

Butler Zhang hurriedly walked to his side with his hands down, bowed his head and smiled apologetically, "Master Zhong doesn't know, my master's real surname is Zhu, but he changed his surname to Long because he saved the old Dragon King of Haitian Liancheng once many years ago, so City Master Long came over today. I really have no reason to refuse."

This origin is not unknown. The old Dragon King was in trouble back then. If Long Tianba and the master of Mingri Pavilion had not helped each other, the current Haitian City would not have existed. The old Dragon King gave Long Tianba his surname as a token of gratitude. He also married his daughter to the master of tomorrow's pavilion, which was also a good story in martial arts at that time.

Zhong Yi understands these principles, but he is just not happy.

Depressedly drinking a cup of green Yangchun, Zhong Yi placed the tea cup heavily on the coffee table, and walked out of the meeting hall with his hands behind his back.

The drizzle was gurgling outside the curtain, the willows were green, Zhong Yi took a deep breath, filled with the scent of cinnamon, looked up at the water dripping from the eaves, and asked Jiu Bao: "Do you think this Long Yunteng is a broken sleeve?"

Pa... Jiubao's feet went limp and fell to the ground, got up, and said with a dull face: "Master... please allow me to ask, what is the deep hatred between you and Dragon City Master?"

"It's been ten years," Zhong Yi stretched out his hand, and a drop of rainwater fell on his palm, and said softly, "I haven't given up on the investigation of the past for ten years. I have reason to suspect that he has bad intentions for Le Wuyou."

"But..." Jiubao hesitated to speak.

Zhong Yi said tolerantly: "If you have anything to say, just say it, my hall master is not an unreasonable person."

Jiubao struggled for a moment, then whispered: "But...you didn't give up, did you? Could it be that...Hall Master, you are also...also...to that Le Wuyou..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

Zhong Yi turned her head and looked at him softly: "Speak."

Jiubao covered her mouth with both hands: "Don't say it!"

Zhong Yi played with the raindrop in his palm, and said with a smile: "This kid... has been with me for so many years, but he still doesn't understand me. If you tell me, just say, will I kill you? Do you think I'm not interested in Le Wu?" How about worry?"

Looking at his gentle smiling face, Jiubao shook her head frantically with her eyes full of panic: "I didn't say anything!"

"It's fine if you don't say anything." Zhong Yi snorted, and looked back at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the misty rain.

Jiubao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to caress his chest, and murmured: "I was scared to death, I knew I couldn't trust this bastard..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Zhong Yi suddenly turned around in a blink of an eye, and a drop of rainwater galloped away like a hidden weapon in his palm, and hit Jiubao's dumb acupoint violently.

Zhong Yi clapped his hands, flung his sleeves and left, shook his head and smiled and said, "I gave you a chance to speak, but if you don't grasp it, then stop talking. My hall master hates people who talk too much."

Jiubao opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word. She looked at his figure with tears in her eyes, and cried from the bottom of her heart: Don't you have very few words yourself?The bastard hall master is really annoying...

The author has something to say: Zhong Xiaogong is jealous, but Longcheng Lord and Wuyou have no personal relationship (Huh? Why use this word?)