Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  By the dance pavilion and singing stage in the ten-mile spring breeze, Cheng Ling slightly raised his palm.

  In the night river illuminated by lights, painted boats swim and beauties dance.

   Cheng Ling raised his hand as if he was about to push the flower basket away, but he seemed to pause slightly.

  She is making a choice, is it for a smooth official career, to compromise with the world, or to follow her heart, even through wind, frost, rain and snow?

  When the moon is in the sky, the Luo River is shining.

  Under the same bright moon and the same light, someone, like Cheng Ling, was making a decision.

  Murong Shujian is the youngest son of the great general Yongyi Hou Muronghong.

  But Murong Shujian was not without troubles. He was born with thin and weak meridians, unable to practice martial arts, and even his physique was weaker than ordinary people, and he suffered a lot for this.

  Parents loved him more because of this, but this kind of favoritism always hurt the heart of his brother Murong Shan.

  Murong Shan was named "Shan" by his parents, but in fact he is a cruel, vicious and extremely narrow-minded person.

  Although he knew that Murong Shujian was weak and sick, and was destined to have a short life, Murong Shan had a lot of jealousy and hatred for his younger brother.

   What's more, as Murong Shujian grew up day by day, Mrs. Hou occasionally revealed that she wanted the Marquis of Yongyi to pass on the title to her youngest son, which further pierced the hatred in Murong Shan's heart.

  Murong Shan kept his face on the surface, and even when he was in the Hou Mansion, he deliberately played the image of a good brother who loves his younger brother, so he gained the trust of his parents. But when he was outside, he often suppressed Murong Shujian with extremely vicious and subtle methods.

  In the circle of the rich and powerful, there are always some young people who would hang out and play together. Murong Shan used the excuse of walking around with his younger brother to relax, so he always took Murong Shujian to his cronies.

  During this period, Murong Shujian heard a lot of things like: "This sick man just has a good life and a good pregnancy, otherwise who will take care of him?"

   "Will he survive this year? Look at the appearance of the wind blowing, I am afraid that a three-year-old child can run him to death!"

"It's really the shame of the Murong family! Among the five Hus, the Murong family is the bravest. After submitting to our court, he is a famous general. He Murong Shujian is ashamed to be called Shujian. In my opinion, he should be called Shujian." Rat's rat, bitch's bitch...hahaha!"

   "Murong Mouse, hehehe!"

   "Murong is cheap, giggling..."

   "Look, his face is pale and red again, he is so beautiful, so weak, like a jade pile of clouds, I feel pity when I see it, hahaha..."

   "..."

   One sound, one sentence. Words are not words, they are wind and frost, swords, and poisonous juices. Tangled around, tangled around Murong Shujian like maggots attached to bones.

  If he gets angry, people just need to refuse to admit it.

  In the beginning, Murong Shujian would go to Murong Shan to make decisions for himself, but Murong Shan never believed his words. Instead, he scolded him for being too small-minded, too sensitive, and misunderstood his friend.

  Murong Shan is also good at slapping a sweet date. Every time he scolds Murong Shujian in front of others, he buys him all kinds of small things to please him behind his back, posing as a brother, and gently coaxing him.

   Like this over and over again, back and forth, Murong Shujian was so dizzy by Murong Shan's treatment. Sometimes he clearly sensed Murong Shan's malice, and wanted to complain to his parents, but there was no way to do so.

  Murong Shujian intentionally distanced himself from Murong Shan, and stopped going out with him to play with those cronies, but Murong Shan was eloquent in front of his parents, and there were always thousands of reasons to take him out.

  Recently, Murong Shujian met a very beautiful woman in Spring Breeze.

  She is different from those aristocratic ladies he has seen before. Although she is in the world, her character is very noble. She is full of poetry and talent, but also very considerate and understanding.

  Murong Shujian became acquainted with Rou Niang because of his poems, and he also gave books to Hongxiu, and also expressed his love with pen and ink.

  In Rou Niang's place, he experienced respect and admiration that he had never experienced before. She is like a flower blooming out of the mud, reflecting his miserable life, making him sometimes float, as if ascending to a fairyland.

  Murong Shujian had already made up his mind to redeem Rou Niang, and he even tried to find a way to collect enough money, but something happened tonight.

  A quarter of an hour ago, after Rou Niang performed the dance, she came down from the boat to thank everyone.

  When she walked to Murong Shujian and his group of noble children, for some reason, Rou Niang fell down.

   With this fall, she knocked Feng Da, the loyal uncle who was sitting and drinking, and fell to the ground.

boom!

  The jug in Feng Da's hand was also brought down at this time, and the jug shattered at the sound. Feng Da fell beside him, pressing his palm on the broken porcelain pieces of the jug.

  In an instant, Feng Da's palm was cut with a deep wound by the porcelain, and bright red blood flowed out.

   "Ah!" Feng Da screamed.

   Then he was startled and angry: "Bitch!"

   With a curse, he raised his foot at the same time, and kicked at Rou Niang who also fell beside her.

  Murong Shujian couldn't save her, Rou Niang was kicked, she rolled to the side, and a mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of her mouth.

   One can imagine how hard Feng Da kicked.

  Murong Shujian hurried over, hugged Rou Niang with heartache, and begged Feng Da to forgive her.

  How can Feng Da agree? He said angrily: "A mere lowly servant dares to harm me. If I don't kill her today, I, Feng, will have no face in the capital!"

  Murong Shujian only begged: "Second Brother Feng, Rou Niang didn't do it on purpose, she made a mistake unintentionally, how about I make amends to you? Please forgive her once for my sake, and I will thank you with a great gift!"

"Excellent courtesy?" Feng Da looked up to the sky and smiled, "Xiao Shujian, this is not a matter of being rude! Even a mere prostitute dares to harm me, your Second Brother Feng is ashamed, you can't spare her! If you call me Rao, then take her most precious thing in exchange!"

   As he spoke, he got up, smelling of alcohol, and walked in front of Murong Shujian and Rou Niang.

  While walking, Feng Da's palm was still dripping with blood. Blood dripped to the ground, Feng Da's face was distorted, like a ghost.

  Rou Niang jumped into Murong Shujian's arms in horror, and the jacquard maid who passed by screamed.

   This movement naturally attracted the attention of people around, and Cheng Ling and the others were not far away.

  Cheng Ling raised his hand to block the flower basket handed over by the maid, and said, "I won't buy it."

  Such words were originally intended to annoy colleagues, but at this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by Feng Da and the others, except Liu Xulin frowned and glanced at Cheng Ling—

  Over there, Feng Da laughed and said: "Let Feng Mou guess, what is your most precious? Is it your appearance, or this little man beside you?"

  Rou Niang trembled, bit her lip, and huddled in Murong Shujian's arms, not daring to answer.

  Murong Shujian plucked up the courage to ask, "Second Brother Feng, you, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting..." Feng Da said with a smile, "I can spare her, it just depends on whether she chooses to draw a slash on her face, or choose to never see Shujian again. Tsk tsk, isn't this choice interesting? "