As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 296 295: Shame

"He has no money."

The magpie was at the restaurant at some point, and it seemed that he was following Yan Shisan.

"He will always find a way to pay." Someone said lazily.

"Are you using the thirteen pearls on the sword to pay the bill? It seems worth something."

"No, that pearl is fake. He has really taken it away and sold it for wine."

Magpie was stunned and glanced at Yan Shisan's long sword inlaid with pearls in the distance.

It was as if he had never thought that Yan Shisan could be such a swordsman.

A killer who is tired, indifferent, and very depressed.

"He just wants to die in Xie Xiaofeng's hands."

"That Xie Xiaofeng?"

"Under the Cuiyun Peak, in front of the Green Lake."

"He can't beat that third young master." Magpie said.

"Maybe."

Listening to the lazy voice of the people in the tent, the magpie didn't dare to raise its head.

Under the cold starlight and the cold night, a person suddenly walked in from behind. He was an ordinary person, wearing light clothes, with hazy eyes.

This is Murong Qiudi, Murong Qiudi who looks delicate and fragile.

When the magpie saw her, he withdrew and left.

Murong Qiudi looked at the woman in the gauze tent, and in the vague shadow, she seemed to see the woman inside feeding dried fruit to another person.

“What’s going on with the money gang today?”

Hearing the words of the person in the tent, Murong Qiudi hesitated for a moment, as if he was a little confused about this question, and seemed to be thinking, "Money gang?"

"Haven't you heard of it?"

Murong Qiudi said: "If it is a taboo in the martial arts world many years ago, I have heard of it."

The gauze tent was quiet for a while, and Murong Qiudi stood quietly.

"Taboo?"

For a long time, the voice inside was a little surprised.

That's not a good word.

"The chaos of money and the shame of martial arts, I have heard my elders mention it occasionally."

Murong Qiudi said.

It was a little quiet in the gauze tent again.

Then she saw a hand lift the gauze curtain, revealing the beautiful face inside.

"You mean, the money gang?"

"It should be the same money gang." Murong Qiudi said.

"How much do you know?"

"Not much is known."

"Go check it out."

"it is good."

Murong Qiudi responded.

There was a knock on the door and the room fell silent.

"Taboo...what did that girl do?"

The sound of words rang out again in the silent room, and Jiang Yuyan frowned slightly, not expecting to hear such a word.

"Is it possible that someone really punched a hole in the head?"

Gu Changsheng muttered that he had to play with her a long time ago... Now it's better, as if she was nailed to a pillar of shame.

Hearing Gu Changsheng's words, Jiang Yuyan glared at her.

"impossible!"

"Anyway, it seems to be a big deal."

Gu Changsheng had no choice but to see how Sun Xiaohong was doing and whether he would be remembered forever...

What a surprise.

Even if you haven't seen it, it has become a taboo.

"I said that if she loses her temper, I will only laugh at her." Gu Changsheng said.

Sparse stars hang in the sky.

The cool evening breeze made Murong Qiudi's hair a little messy. She stretched out her hand to stroke her hair and took a long breath.

Money Gang... She frowned slightly as if she thought of something.

The people in that gang... seem to be the same way, and it's not clear between the women.

Looking back at the room, Murong Qiudi left with steady steps.

The next day the weather was fine.

Yan Shisan went to bed very late and didn't get up early. As soon as I walked out of the inn door, there was a carriage waiting outside.

He doesn't ask who sent him, just like he doesn't care who paid for last night's drink. When an enemy comes, he draws his sword and kills him. When someone offers a drink, he accepts it gladly, without asking who the other person is or why. . He just asked: "Do you know where I'm going?"

The driver smiled and said, "I know."

Yan Shisan said: "Do you really know?"

The coachman said: "Under the Cuiyun Peak, by the green lake."

Yan Shisan didn't say much, got into the car, and the carriage began to move slowly.

He has a date at Cuiyun Peak - a death date.

The coachman seemed to know that he was going to a fateful date. He drove the carriage slowly and unhurriedly, as if to let him see more of the scenery along the way.

When people are about to die, they always miss the world more.

Two days passed like this, and on the third day, the carriage was stopped.

The person who blocked the car was a child, only seven or eight years old at most. He looked very cute with dark and translucent eyes.

The car was parked outside a forest, and there was the sound of a piano in the woods. The melodious and melodious music was full of happiness and joy.

Yan Shisan said: "Who told you to stop my car?"

The child said: "My sister."

Yan Shisan said: "Do I know your sister?"

The child said: "My sister knows you."

Hearing this, Yan Shisan looked at the child without saying anything. The child had already stretched out his hand and pointed to the forest, "She is waiting for you there."

Looking at the woods, Yan Shisan stepped forward.

The woods are peaceful and quiet, accompanied by the elegant music of the piano. You don't have to look for it specifically, you can just follow the sound and walk there.

Under the old tree with withered leaves, a mat was spread, with wine, harp and incense on it.

There is also a melancholic woman who looks not only melancholy but also fragile.

As soon as Yan Shisan approached, she raised her head and looked at this person, "Are you Yan Shisan?"

Yan Shisan said: "It's me."
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"What is the relationship between Murong Qiudi and the Murong family?" Jiang Yuyan looked at the two people from a distance.

Gu Changsheng thought for a while and said: "Jiangnan Qixingtang, a branch of the Murong family."

"The Murong family..."

Jiang Yuyan sighed a little, ashes returned to dust, dust returned to dust, it was a long time ago.

I don’t know when, Qinghai’s Murong Villa was moved to Qixingtang.

"Don't look at her weakness, she is just as good as you." Gu Changsheng looked at the delicate woman.

Jiang Yuyan said: "What are you referring to?"

Gu Changsheng blinked and said nothing. Seeing her expression, Jiang Yuyan narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a somewhat dangerous aura.

She didn't know why, but Gu Changsheng always felt that she was a cruel and unscrupulous woman, even though she was so gentle and gentle - at least when she was with Gu Changsheng, that's what Sun Xiaohong thought.

The two of them watched from a distance as Murong Qiudi performed a sword technique.

Until Yan Shisan left, Murong Qiudi sat on the mat and plucked the strings twice more.

Then she heard footsteps again, and then saw slender and delicate feet.

She no longer looked melancholy and weak when she faced Yan Shisan, as if she had suddenly changed. Murong Qiudi raised her head and looked at the two women.

"He is going to kill Xie Xiaofeng." Murong Qiudi said.

Gu Changsheng said: "You know he can't kill Xie Xiaofeng."

Murong Qiudi said nothing.

Gu Changsheng said: "What exactly do you want?"

Murong Qiudi said: "I want to repair him every few years."

"People are not objects, how can they be repaired?" Jiang Yuyan said.

Murong Qiudi looked at Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng picked up a branch and recalled it carefully. The branch suddenly shattered inch by inch in his hand.

"Not enough. I can repair him, but it's hard for you to have the strength to repair him now."

(End of this chapter)