Chapter 85 Chapter Eighty-Fifth: Mao Ting Stranger

Panyu is located in the south, and it is already spring in March. The spring in the south is particularly colorful, with colorful peach reds, plum blossoms turning white, butterflies dancing among the flowers, and birds chirping and singing on the branches. Exploring spring tourists, shuttling among the flowers and forests. Although the five members of Sima Yu and his party wandered among the peach and plum blossoms, letting the spring breeze blow on their faces and the flowers falling on their shoulders, they lacked the elegance of looking for spring. Especially Sima Yu, who frowned deeply all day long, sighed from time to time, and kept insinuating as coldly as ice, but Sima Yu always kept his words secret and hesitated.

On this day, near evening, the five of them walked out of the hotel and wandered among the peach groves in the mountains. The setting sun was slanting to the west, shooting out thousands of golden lights, shining on the pink peach blossoms, making it more vivid, Ma Huizhi unconsciously praised: I think Xanadu is nothing more than this, if I can die here, it would be a great blessing. This remark happened to speak of Sima Yu's hidden intentions, he sighed softly, and sighed: I'm afraid at this time next year, when he comes back to the peach forest, he will sing the quatrains that the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.

Leng Rubing knew Sima Yu's character, he was not a person who had nothing to worry about, so he immediately asked, "Brother Yu!"You have been looking uneasy recently, as if you have something important on your mind. What you said just now clearly means that the peach blossoms are still the same, and the face is completely changed. Is there any great change? Sima Yu didn't answer, but still chanted to himself: "I wish you a long life, and we will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles away!" Jin Chunhong also heard the voice, so she said to Sima Yu: "Sister Leng asked you something, but you didn't answer it. Recently, you look gloomy and speak incoherently. You clearly have something important on your mind. If you speak up, we can discuss it!"

Sima Yu knew that he would have to say it sooner or later, but it was inconvenient to say it directly, so he said in a roundabout way: Sister Leng, is your name very important to people in the martial arts? Leng Rubing said: Of course, Brother Yu, what do you mean by asking? Sima Yu said again: Don't ask, if someone forces you to change your name, even your title, what will you do? Leng Rubing said: How can I bear the humiliation of changing my name and surname. Xue Qi also said: "Wandering in the rivers and lakes, risking your life, what you get is your name, how to change it."

Sima Yu asked repeatedly: "It must not be changed?" The four women said in unison: "Of course it cannot be changed. This is a great insult. The ancients said: A scholar can be killed but not humiliated." Sima Yu pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "To the east, about four hundred miles away, there is a villa named Bi Huanyun, which is located on the middle of the mountain. There are two Li brothers and sisters living in the village. When Sima Yu said this, he paused for a while, and seeing that they were listening intently, he continued: "This elder brother likes to play the flute, and he is called Li Xiangkong, a jade flute prodigy. .

Pretty girl? The four exclaimed at the same time, Leng Rubing and Jin Chunhong even looked at each other in blank dismay. Sima Yu continued to narrate: that day when I passed by Sutou, I had a rest at Biyun Villa for a night. The Li brothers and sisters also treated me warmly, but they made me an unfeeling invitation. The four couldn't wait, they stopped and asked at the same time: "What kind of merciless request?" Sima Yu said: "She said: Pretty Raksha is as cold as ice, and Yan Raksha Jin Chunhong uses the word "Qiao Yan" on her head. It is clear that her name was beheaded and her feet cut off to embezzle her.

Leng Rubing said: "It's a coincidence, it's a coincidence, everyone is free to choose a name, what should I do with her!" Sima Yu said: "It's not that simple, she said she looks ugly, you two are beautiful, you are so beautiful, you also call yourself a Rakshasa, obviously deliberate satire, it is intolerable." Jin Chunhong asked: Is Li Binghong really ugly? Sima Yu said: that night his brother and sister both wore black veils on their faces, they didn't see clearly, what he said meant that they were ashamed of themselves, and they took their anger out on the beautiful woman.

Sima Yu saw the four girls thinking about each other, and then said: "So, Li Binghong asked me to bring a message, asking you two to change your name and number from now on." Leng and Jin were startled at the same time, and said in unison: "This person is too arrogant, how can we let him play around." Sima Yu said in a low voice: She said that if the two of you don't change your names, she will use the bloodbath of the martial arts as a means of revenge. Bloodbath martial arts? The four of them were startled at the same time, and they snorted coldly: How capable is this woman, she wants to wash the martial arts with blood?

Sima Yu smiled miserably, and said: "I fought against this woman before, but I lost in one move. This time, the four of them were really shocked. Although Sima Yu was not a first-class expert, but it is hard to find someone who can make him lose a move. In today's martial arts, he bit his lip tightly as cold as ice, thought for a while, and said: "No wonder this The female voice is arrogant and arrogant, and it turns out that she has shocking martial arts. Jin Chunhong was also secretly startled, and asked Leng Rubing: Sister Leng!Should we just follow his orders and change our name and name?

Leng Rubing thought about it, and said with hatred: It's not that simple, but we can't implicate the people in the martial arts world in this catastrophe, then Li Binghong came for us, then we will go to Biyun Villa to find her, Brother Yu !Let's go, take us to Biyun Villa. Seeing that the two were angry, Sima Yu hurriedly dissuaded them: "This matter should only be taken slowly, not hastily. If you two go here, it will be like hitting a stone with an egg and sacrificing for nothing. My master has already gone to find Fang Tianhua, the Hunyuan brush. That old man is a ghost." Many, maybe he has a way.

Xue Qi said: "It's an exaggeration to lose one move. You take us to see it, but I don't believe it." Sima Yu said: "This is not the time for you to be arrogant and domineering. At that time, before I even made a move, Li Binghong grabbed my wrist and hit several big acupuncture points. Xue Qi still said in disbelief: Then unless she descended from a god, she is not a mortal at all! Sima Yu said seriously: "Sister Qi, since you don't believe me, I won't say any more. Anyway, you will see it in the future. The strange people and strange things in this world can really be measured. Fake. Before Sima Yu finished speaking, a burst of singing filled his ears. Everyone followed the prestige, and saw an elegant scribe in a square scarf, knocking on the cloud board with his hand, but walking and singing, coming out of the forest. The singing voice is: There are people outside the world, and there are both good and bad in one thought. If the world abandons fame and wealth, it will be peaceful and happy. After the scribe finished singing, he said to himself again: "Famous!"Lee!Although you make the world drunk and mad, killing people all day long, I, who was born in this world, can do nothing, but you will Sima Yu saw this refined literati, with a dignified appearance, an extraordinary demeanor, and the meaning of the song implied a warning, so he knew that he was a stranger, so he stopped the road and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Inscription five, but also hope to continue to bestow golden words, thought to follow. The scribe closed his fists together as a salute, and said with a smile: "I just chanted out of feeling just now, and I don't want my husband and listeners to be interested. I really can't bear such absurd praise."After finishing speaking, his Hui eyes glanced at the crowd, his eyes stayed on the faces of Leng Rubing and Jin Chunhong, and for a moment, he said in shock: "These two girls have dark eyebrows and dark shadows. They are afraid of catastrophe, so we must guard against it." Sima Yu hurriedly said: But I don't know how to solve it? The scribe smiled brightly and said: This solution is very easy to say, but difficult to practice. You just need to abandon the desire for fame and fortune, and the fate will be solved by yourself. Sima Yu saw this person coming unexpectedly, so he tentatively said: So he is a brilliant fortune teller! The scribe's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly: "If my Xianggong regards me as a quack warlock, then I was burdened by fame and fortune, and suffered from lust, so I realized it and got rid of the world, so that I can be carefree and unrestrained today." No hanging. Sima Yu laughed and said: "For ordinary people, if you don't know how to drive immortals, it's good luck to have hope!" The scribe bowed deeply, and said: Mr. Xiang is too modest!After finishing speaking, he turned around and drifted away. The scribe didn't count steps, and suddenly he tapped on the cloud board and sang loudly. The song said: "Peach blossoms are light and pretty, and the best place to look for spring is in the thick of spring, but I have no choice but to turn ice red, which is worthy of the spring breeze blowing on my face."The blue sky is long and the blue clouds are long, the cliffs are majestic and the villas are majestic, the flat ground is calamity, and the Xiaoqiang is raised, and Zhou Lang in the blue shirt is bitter.Fame and fortune dazzle people's eyes and ears, and the world will never forget it. If you want to think about avoiding Rakshasa kalpa, you might as well pay respects to the Buddha and burn incense. After the song was sung, everyone was stunned. The scarf scribe not only mentioned their names in the lyrics, but also revealed their thoughts. Sima Yu guessed that this person must be related to Biyun Villa, so he gave the four of them a wink, and the five of them rushed away hand in hand. The scribe didn't seem to notice it, and walked slowly as before. Five people rushed to the scribes, lined up, and blocked the way. The scribe was startled for a moment, then with a smile on his face, he asked, "I'm singing without saying anything. Could it be that all of you are listeners who are interested in listening and blocking the way, so I don't know what to teach you?" Sima Yu said: The meaning of Xianggong's song is not only profound, but also wonderful. The square scarf scribe laughed and said: "This is a vulgar ballad. I learned it secretly from what I heard. It was not made by my subordinates. I dare not rob others of its beauty." Sima Yu said: "Based on the appearance of the gentleman, he is a pure and elegant man, but why his words are flashing and he specializes in riddles is puzzling." The scribe said: "My Xianggong suddenly took responsibility. If I don't know, I will go in. I would like to hear about it." Sima Yu was already a little displeased, and said in a deep voice: "In the lyrics of Xianggong, not only our names are hidden, but also what is in our hearts, how can it be called a coincidence? Could it be that Xianggong is the son of the Biyun Villa?" people? The scribe no longer just talked about him like before, he said seriously: I am not from Biyun Villa, please don't misunderstand me, Mr. Gao, what is your name? Sima Yu pointed at Leng and Jin with his fingers, and said: "One of them is the pretty Raksha Leng Rubing, the other is the gorgeous Raksha Jin Chunhong, and the next one is the Qingshan Zhoulang mentioned in Xianggong's song." The scribe seemed to be slightly taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Isn't Xianggong the Sima Yu who is called Yu Nachi by people in the Jianghu?" Sima Yu replied: "It is next." The scribe laughed a lot at first, and then said: "My husband is really a fortune teller. He made a good song and asked me to come and sing in this peach. I don't think it's only the second day to meet Mr. Sima. It's really a pleasure to meet him." Sima Yu asked earnestly: You said that your husband made good songs and ordered you to sing them in this peach forest, so you are The scribe said solemnly: "I am a book boy who serves my family's husband. Just now, Sima Xianggong has repeatedly called him a gentleman. I am really ashamed." A book boy has an extraordinary temperament, so wouldn't the master be even more amazing, and he couldn't help secretly marveling, and asked: I have never met Master Ling, unexpectedly, your husband and wife figured out the ins and outs of me and others, and deliberately acted I don't know what the intention is for the ballad to reveal what's on my mind? The scribe replied with a smile: "My master has a good intention, and he knows it when he is young." Sima Yu asked: Can you tell me your master's name? Scholars looked around for many tourists, and said in a low voice: "It's very inconvenient to talk here. My husband once told you that if you are lucky enough to meet Mr. Sima, please move to the hut for a talk." Sima Yu hesitated for a moment, then made a decision, and replied: Your husband must be a foreigner, how can I miss it, so I bothered to lead the way, and the four women want to visit your husband together, I wonder if there is any hindrance? The scribe repeatedly said: "No problem, no problem!"Everyone, please follow me. After the scribe finished speaking, he floated towards the mountain path, and the five people followed closely. The person who led the way looked like he was walking fast, but he was extremely fast. It was obvious at a glance that he had extremely deep skills. Sima Yu gave him a wink and told everyone to be on guard in secret and not to take it lightly. A group of six people walked like flying, and they had already climbed the mountain road in an instant. During the tea time, the mountain road gradually widened, and the peaks turned around. I saw a thatched hut in the middle of the mountain. The person who led the way pointed to the thatched hut with his hand, and said: "There are so many huts and pavilions in the poor villages, and there are few visitors. Today, the five blessings are coming to the door, and the huts have added a lot of splendor." Sima Yu said: "In such a fairyland, ordinary people and ordinary people can live in it. Today we feel as if we are in Penglai. The so-called mountains are poor and the blue is falling." The person who led the way didn't answer any more, but stepped up and ran fast. Fortunately, none of the five of them were weak in lightness kung fu, so they were able to follow closely. After a while, he had already arrived at the hut. Although the thatched huts are simple, they overlap deeply and vertically, with several entrances in a row. There is a piece of bark hanging at the door of the thatched hut, on which are written the three big characters of Nianhongju, drawn with iron and silver hooks, and written vigorously. Sima Yu saw that the font was very familiar, and suddenly remembered that this font and the couplets on the horizontal plaques in Biyun Villa were written by the same person, and unconsciously deepened his guard. Entering the thatched hut, the servants brought fragrant tea, and everyone was browsing the interior furnishings, when they suddenly heard a crisp and loud voice in the inner room saying: I don't know that five distinguished guests are coming, I can't greet them personally, I hope I will forgive you for the crime. Following the voice, a beautiful young man in his twenties with a face like a crown jade came out from the back room. That beautiful young man stood upright in front of him, with a tall and straight posture, like a jade tree facing the wind, his demeanor was breathtaking, and everyone was attracted to stand up.