surnamed Wang

Chapter 459 Mysterious Man

At night, Hong Mao was bored alone in the house when there was a light knock on the door.

The young man stood up and opened the door, and saw the head of the Tang family smiling and standing at the door holding a sword, Hong Mao stepped forward and invited him in.

Tang Xin came to the house, looked around, and asked casually:

"Is Tang Jing not here?"

Hong Mao rolled his eyes, "That guy values ​​sex and despises friends. He runs out every night to have a tryst with Senior Sister Yun, and he only comes back the next morning with his hands on his lower back. He doesn't know what he's busy with."

The smile on Tang Xin's face grew stronger upon hearing this, she put the sword on the table, sat down and said:
"Are you kid really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? I really don't know what he's busy with?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you are not as old as me."

As Hong Mao said, he reached out for the precious sword on the table, and pulled it out with a "squeaky" sound. The cold light of the sword was overwhelming, and there were layers of blue lines on the sword, which looked extraordinary at first glance.

Tang Xin at the side poured herself a cup of tea, and said slowly:
"Your work has been tough on those craftsmen. Broken swords, rusty swords, and a piece of meteorite are added. They spent a lot of effort to forge them together, but in the end it is indeed a superior sword. It not only cuts gold Broken jade can be broken by blowing, and it also takes into account hardness and toughness."

Hong Mao nodded, and lightly stroked the sword with his right hand, including his broken sword, and the twisted black eyebrows, in addition to the bronze cylinder left by the Yin Yang Order, which was Feng Wuyong used it to block a blow from the Hidden Immortal, and Hong Mao missed it.

……

Seeing Hong Mao's doting eyes when he stroked the sword, Tang Xin shivered, and then talked about the purpose of this trip:
"Tang Sect is in short supply of talents now, some tricky tasks have to be done by Tang Xian, he will not be able to return to the mountain for a while, and I am short of a guard, should I consider becoming Tang Sect's disciple, the remuneration is negotiable, the most important thing is There are many female disciples on the mountain, so you can get the moon first if you are close to the water."

Hong Mao put the sword back into the scabbard, shook his head and said:
"I want to go home early, tell my mother about my grandfather, and stay by her side from now on, walk the rivers and lakes and so on, let's talk about it later, I don't want to leave any regrets when I get old.

Besides, old man Ye left me a large sum of money. If you want to marry a wife, don't the big girls in Sanliwu Village just pick it? "

……

Tang Xin nodded, and didn't hold back too much. The Ye family's grandparents had helped Tang Sect enough, and no amount of money could afford to pay back this favor.

Thinking of this, Tang Xin showed a serious face and said:

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come to the Tang Sect. As long as the Tang Sect is there for a day, I will do my best to help you."

Hong Mao raised his head, there was no expected emotion on his face, instead he said with a slight disdain:
"There is no one in the Tang Sect who can fight. In the future, I will become a sword fairy. How can I need help from a third-rate sect like yours?"

I'm afraid the boy's temperament will never be changed in this life, so when he opened his mouth, he stunned the successor of the Tang Sect, who was always eloquent, speechless.

Tang Xin knew that he couldn't beat the opponent, and after a while of luck, he finally suppressed the fire. He forced a smile, and changed the subject:
"Hong Shaoxia, I dare to ask if you still remember Tang Jin."

When Tang Jin was mentioned, Hong Mao's originally arrogant expression immediately dimmed a little. This person was the Tang Sect disciple who was accidentally killed by him with a chicken bone.

Tang Xin continued:

"Actually, I lied to you. Tang Jin is not as pitiful as I said."

Hong Mao looked at the other party when he heard the words, and said doubtfully:

"Isn't his family very poor?"

Tang Xin shook her head, "That's not true. Tang Jin was originally the young master of a wealthy family. Because of his natural gambling habits, he not only lost his family's wealth, but was also chased for debts every month, so he had to rely on cheating to get money to pay off debts. Zongmen Many disciples have been deceived by him."

"Then his unmarried wife who he doesn't see once a month..."

"It's his friend in Goulan, and he goes to cheer every month." As Tang Xin spoke, her footsteps began to move slowly, but Hong Mao was still immersed in shock, so he didn't pay attention.

"Then you said that he saved money to get married, could it be to redeem that Goulan girl?"

"Exactly!" Tang Xin nodded with a smile, at this time he had unknowingly come to the door.

Hong Mao frowned and asked the most important question:
"You spent so much effort to lie to me, why?"

"Of course it was to make you and Feng Wuyong fight desperately. You and Tang Jing defeated Liu Rumei. Tang Jing is not that capable, so it was you who did it. Besides, Jian'er is my eldest brother's only son. I can't let my eldest brother cut off his son. .”

When Hong Mao heard this, the doubts on his face disappeared, but he didn't show the anger after being cheated. Instead, he asked plainly:

"Tang Xin, do you know, I have a sword that can kill immortals." After saying that, the sword in his hand was pulled out of its sheath.

The boy on the other side was well prepared and ran away, Hong Mao chased after him with a sword in his hand, "Boy, don't let me catch you"

……

The two chased after each other. Although Tang Xin's skills were average, her escape skills were top-notch. Hong Mao didn't want to really kill him, so he didn't try his best. The two kept a close distance.

At this time, bursts of light suddenly flashed in front of the two of them, and after a short while, a golden figure appeared in front of the two teenagers. The two of them hurriedly stopped and looked at the sudden figure in front of them with vigilance.

The figure seemed to have doubts, carefully looked at the two teenagers of similar age for a while, finally shook his head, and said to himself:
"Forget it, let's take it back together."

After saying that, without giving them any time to react, he quickly put his hand on their shoulders, and with a flash, the three of them disappeared instantly.

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More than half a month ago, in Nanyang Mansion, Zhongzhou, a convoy of more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages marched into the city. Judging by the posture, he must be a third-rank official.

The common people like to watch the bustle most, and they gathered around both sides of the street, intending to see which dignitaries come here.

Although Nanyang Mansion is different today, no matter how prosperous it is, it is still just a mansion after all, and it is far from the point where officials above the fifth rank can settle in. However, if it is a hermit official, it will be different. After all, there is already a "Little Jiangnan" here. No matter how you call it, even high-ranking officials from Beijing and China come here to travel here from time to time, and there are countless wealthy people who choose to live here.

A few months ago, He Wen of Zhongzhou Prefecture was transferred to Huaiqing Prefecture. The local people knew that this man who loved the people like a son was upright and upright, so they came to see him off spontaneously, sending rice, noodles, and vegetables.

When He Wen left, there were three carriages, but after being sent off by everyone, the number increased to five carriages, and the two extra carriages were all used for storing things.

Although the people were reluctant to give up on He Wen, they also knew that it was King Pan Jun who really made Nanyang Mansion what it is today. As long as King Pan is here, even if the sky falls, the common people don't need to worry about anything.

……

In a carriage at the end of the convoy, a young man was resting with his eyes closed. At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a head poked in.

"Father, we've arrived at Nanyang Mansion."

It was Wang Qianying who came. The man opened his eyes and said with a smile:

"Aren't you willing to stay in a carriage with your mother? Why did you come to me?"

The young man showed embarrassment, faltering and saying:

"They are so talkative, they have been chattering ever since they entered the city."

With a smile on his face, Wang Gingquan waved to his son, and the latter got into the car obediently. After walking for a while, the convoy stopped, and a hearty voice sounded outside:

"Brother Wang, long time no see."

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(End of this chapter)