Chapter 123 The first and second chapters go straight to Hanyuan

And so it settled down.Han, Yuan, Yiseng, and Mrs. Gu did not object. Obviously, Mr. Du was the key figure in the final decision, and he kept his word. However, there is one point that I find very strange.Mr. Du said slowly: I heard that Mr. Liu has always been in close contact with Qinglong Town, how can he help the bank now? Ashamed, ashamed! Mr. Du said: Actually, you don't have to be ashamed.Su and Qin wandered among the princes, and Wu started to serve in the state of Lu, then became a general of Wei, and then went to Chu. Thank you very well, sir.Liu Muyong said: I am a Confucian scholar, and I have never asked right and wrong in the world. This time, I was entrusted by a friend to accept an order at a critical moment. I made everyone laugh.

This time Mr. Liu came here, the Second Village Master Zou Song invited you.Exactly.If I'm not mistaken, the bank has sent many people to lobby at the same time, right?Yes. In the battle at the beef stall, two people benefited the most, one was Xiao Si and the other was Zou Song.Mr. Du said: The redistribution of power will inevitably bring about major changes in personnel. Your future is boundless.There was a needle in his pair of pupils that couldn't move, piercing people's hearts: I also heard that Mr. Liu brought a stunning beauty to show off in the bank, so it must be entrusted by others, right?

Mr. Liu laughed loudly: It's just that he likes beautiful women and is happy. Really that simple?Mr. Du sneered: Although I am old, I also know that beauty tricks have been one of the easiest strategies to succeed since ancient times.What the young master did, couldn't it be a beauty trick? Who is Zou Xifeng!I have seen a lot of beauties, will I be fooled by this?Liu Muyong smiled and said: Mr. loves me too much. Maybe I'm getting it wrong.Mr. Du pointed at Yuan Mei: But, why did you pay so much money for her? Because this lady is unparalleled in the world, a beauty I have admired for a long time, it is right to do something for her.Liu Muyong said.

Mr. Du sighed: It's a pity that I am blind, otherwise, it would be a great joy in life to see this girl's beauty.He said: What do you want to do for her with this money? Liu Muyong said: I just hope that the five members will not embarrass her, ensure her safety, and let her go home as soon as possible. that's it?Yes. good!I promise you.Mr. Du said: If you have money, you must earn it, and don't make trouble with money.As long as you can get money, no matter it is robbed on the street or cheated by kowtowing and kneeling, as long as the money is in your hands, you are justified, don't you think?

Liu Muyong smiled and said: This is the most reasonable thing, there is nothing more convincing than money in the world. not good!Yuan Mei suddenly said loudly.Liu Muyong was very strange: why not? Because my money is no less than yours.Being protected by flowers, it seems that flowers don't appreciate it, Yuan Mei said: Besides, I found this place by myself.My son's heart, I understand it. Han smiled crookedly at the side, Yuan was a little sour, but immediately became overjoyed. Liu Muyong bid farewell to everyone and hurried back to report.Wait a minute.Han stopped him. what else?Liu Muyong smiled faintly: Don't you want me to stay?

Not really, I just want to invite Mr. Liu to watch a play.What drama? Han stared at Xiao Qiu: Please experience Xiao Qiu's sword skills.Liu Muyong also became interested, and said with a smile: "Okay." Han said to Mr. Du: I want to compete with Xiaoqiu here, can I? To help others, of course.Mr. Du nodded: Well, it is also a great blessing to see Juhua Xiaoqiu's martial arts. Of course Xiaoqiu has no reason to refuse, even if she has a reason, she would not refuse. How can a swordsman refuse someone else's challenge in front of a beautiful woman?He looked up to the sky and laughed: good good!Let me experience how powerful the so-called Hanyuan swordsmanship is today!

The sword is in hand, the knife is out of the sheath. The sword just came out of its sheath, and the murderous aura quickly permeated the whole hut. The strange and tense atmosphere gradually dissipated. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword in Han's hand and the knife in Xiaoqiu's hand, even Mr. Du's blindness was no exception. Han's sword suddenly transformed into countless sword shadows, as if there were thousands of hands and swords, and it was hard to tell which sword was real and which sword was false.It is also like a person drinking tea, spilling the tea soup in the bowl, and the water droplets are overflowing and splashing.

The sky also suddenly darkened. The climate in the valley was changing rapidly. The storm swept the dark clouds towards the hermitage, and the grass in Zhantou was blown all over the sky by the strong wind. In an instant, the sky was dark and the raindrops the size of broad beans fell to the ground. A shocking sword!What a fierce and domineering sword this is! Xiaoqiu's pupils almost shrank, and he finally saw the Hanyuan swordsmanship of using the tea ceremony to comprehend the way of swordsmanship!Unexpectedly, a small bowl of tea can realize such a super strong sword power. However, this is only part of the story.When Han moved, Yuan also moved.She moved on the contrary, not vigorously, but silently. What she pulled out from the kimono was a short sword commonly used by Japanese ninjas, also called wakizhi.

One light and one dark, one yin and one yang, one soft and one rigid, one long and one short, one vast and one source, like a mountain peak with flowing water, seamless. Xiao Qiu suddenly used a blind man's way of throwing a knife, without looking at it, and swung the knife, but it swung towards the gap between Han and Yuan.There was no one there, and there was no sword or knife, why did he swing towards that place? The strange thing is that the sword shadows all over the sky suddenly disappeared, Han and Yuan were both stunned, apparently very surprised, and then a very thin white light flashed from Mr. Du's hand, and all the movements of the two of them stopped immediately, even their faces The surprised expression on his face also froze, as if he had turned into two lifeless sculptures in an instant.

At dawn, the wind stopped, and the rain stopped. Everyone looked at Xiao Qiu, as if they were watching a fairy tale.Liu Muyong was very strange: how did you do it? I didn't even think about it at first.Xiaoqiu said: "Although Hanyuan's swordsmanship is astonishing, there is a very small gap between Han and Yuan. At that time, there was a sudden flash of inspiration in the storm. Could it be the place to crack it?" Um, so you just swung your knife there? Yes.Xiaoqiu has lingering fears: However, I am not sure, so I have to take a gamble. What a Chrysanthemum Xiaoqiu!What an eye opener.Liu Muyong turned around and said to Mr. Du: But, what I can't figure out even more is, why did Mr. kill Han and Yuan?

Mr. Du sighed: Master, do you understand tea?Well, know some. With the cultivation of a son, you should know that a person whose heart is filthy is not worthy of enjoying the tranquility of the tea ceremony.Mr. Du sneered: These two people are not worthy of tasting tea at all, let alone using Hanyuan swordsmanship! Liu Muyong knew that the more he wanted to ask sensitive questions, the more he had to pretend to be stupid. Although he had already guessed eight or nine points in his heart, he deliberately asked: According to rumors, Han is the president of the Wukouhui. What's going on? That's just a rumor, it's just a stand-in.Mr. Du waved his hand without any emotion in his eyes: If he is serious about being a stand-in, that's fine.There is a call from the hall, and a hundred steps down the steps.Those who see it look sideways, stand sideways, call the wind and call for the rain, swear at the fingers with anger, kill or seize, and you can know it soon. He said bitterly: "The most abominable thing is that this man is so dissolute and shameless that he colludes with the Japanese and does whatever he wants."Once it becomes popular, hey, is there still room for our old guy? The monks nodded silently. Liu Muyong smiled and said: That's right, stinky meat is also held by flies.There is no way, the world is like this. However, as time goes by, it's like being in abalone's place, and you don't smell its stink for a long time.Mr. Du said: These scumbags swaggered through the market with almost peace of mind and no embarrassment, and they pretended to be great men and gods, playing tricks.These malignant tumors and sores must be resolutely cut off. Xiaoqiu clapped her hands aside: Well said!This is very satisfying, sir. Actually, I want to thank you too.Mr. Du said: Without you taking their blow first, it would be very difficult for me to succeed with one blow. too much. Mr. Du said to Mrs. Gu: You send Mr. Liu away. Liu Muyong obviously achieved his goal, and immediately gave Yuan Mei an affectionate look, and bid farewell to everyone.After Han's death, Mrs. Gu has been feeling ups and downs, excited, relieved and somewhat disappointed.Hearing this, he immediately wiped his eyes, agreed, covered Liu Muyong's eyes, and led him into another hermitage. Could it be that there is also a passage? Mr. Du said: Ms. Yuan, let's talk about your business now.You ventured here, wondering why? Yuan Mei said: I have something for you.what? A sheet of embroidery.Yuan Mei emphasized her tone: an embroidery with a cat on it. Mr. Du trembled when he heard the words: Could it be?He said eagerly: "Show me quickly." Yuan Mei said: I don't know what embroidery is, but I believe that Mr. is the one who can solve this problem.She slowly unwrapped the bundle she brought, and handed her embroidered hands to Mr. Du. Mr. Du touched the embroidery slowly, carefully and slowly with slightly trembling hands.One monk and the other looked gloomy, one recited the Buddha's name and the other recited the Heart Sutra. It was really it. Mr. Du was agitated and muttered to himself: for many years, tears flowed slowly from his dark eyes. Yuan Mei said: Sir, can you tell us about the origin of this embroidery? origin?I almost forgot.Mr. Du showed a painful and confused expression, sighed and said: Do you want to hear a story? what story?A story about choices.Mr. Du said.choose? Yes.The most difficult thing in the world is to choose.The voice of choosing life, choosing death, choosing love, choosing to hate Mr. Du gradually became lingering, as if returning to the time gone by