Master she's getting smaller again (Rebirth)

Shangyang Pass has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.Now that the imperial court is in decline, there are many factions in the rivers and lakes. Over time, they are controlled by the forces of the rivers and lakes.

It took five days to travel from Leling City to Shangyang Pass.It's not that the distance is long, it's just that the road is very leisurely, with stops and stops, and it's quite fun to visit mountains and rivers.

The carriage on the road looks simple and inconspicuous, but it is extremely spacious inside, with a long couch and bookshelves.

Mo Qing originally thought that Lu Ling was someone who could only play tricks, and after riding with him all the way, she couldn't help but like talking to him a little bit.

"Xiao Qiqi, if you are tempted in the future, you must choose good people. Don't look at those who seem gentle but are extremely ruthless! Thinking about the Changqing girl from Taoyuandu, it is really heartbreaking. With sadness in his eyes, Lu Ling let out a long sigh, intentionally or unintentionally looked at Fusu, who was as immobile as a mountain, reading a book quietly, and finally took a vicious bite of the green apricot he had just bought from the villagers.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Lu Ling just took a bite, his handsome face was wrinkled like an old dried chrysanthemum, grinning sourly.

Fusu closed the book, glanced at his junior brother, and then smiled kindly.He saw Lu Ling standing on his head covered in cold hair. He just wanted to explain when he saw Fusu pick up a green apricot and take a bite.

"It's very sweet." He finished eating one and wiped his hands leisurely, "Qingyu, you arranged for others to be sour, even the apricots you ate were sour. Qiqi, are you right?"

Mo Qing looked at Fusu, then at Lu Ling, then picked up a green apricot, and bit into it - fresh and tender flesh, with a sweet green apricot fragrance.

After eating the green apricots, Mo Qing patted Lu Ling's shoulder heavily under Lu Ling's expectant eyes, wiped his sticky hands on his moon-white outer clothes, and said to him meaningfully: " Be magnanimous, even if the girl you fancy likes someone else, you can't hurt that person."

Lu Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in his face, he threw away the green apricot in a dull manner, like a deflated water bag, turned his head to look out the window, and sighed: "Come on, I have experienced this kind of misunderstanding many times. Don't take it to heart. It's just Qiqi, you've really hurt my uncle's heart by eating inside and out like this!"

Mo Qing was speechless: "Uncle Lu, you have to understand that you are the outsider."

Lu Ling: "..."

What to do, he really wanted to die, the mouths of this pair of thieves father and daughter were as if they were pretending to be sex, and their words were so embarrassing!

The carriage walked slowly along the way, and the sky gradually darkened. Lu Jiu, who was driving, raised the opening curtain and asked in a low voice, "My lord, there is a manor here, and Jiuxi Town is in front, where do you want to stay?"

Fusu glanced at the sky and said casually, "Go forward."

Mo Qing looked out the window, the manor was gradually hidden in the night, the moon was on the east mountain, the shadows of the trees seemed to be moving with shadows.

Fu Su just quietly flipped through the Nan Ke Ji, and then pulled Mo Qing to his side.Seeing Fusu's movements, Lu Ling couldn't help rolling her eyes again.Look, he didn't care about his senior brother at all, how could he have such a ruthless senior brother!

Instantly!The sharp and cold arrows flew from various tricky angles, accompanied by the wind of the knife piercing through the air.The moonlight turned cold in an instant, and a dozen or so men in black without masks fell silently around the carriage, and then shot violently——

"Clang!" Lu Jiu's long sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the cold light swept away, and turned around to fight with the group of killers.

Lu Ling turned her head and glanced at Fusu, who was carrying Mo Qing and standing there calmly, sighed, resigned to her fate, drew out her sword, turned around and joined the fight.Forget it, who told his senior brother to be a sick man, as a junior, he naturally had to take care of him more, and he couldn't argue with the sick man.

Fusu made a wrong step, and the corners of his clothes swung slightly, indifferently staggering the cold long knife.Then his figure flashed, and he took two steps forward unhurriedly, just in time to avoid the cold arrow pointing straight at his back.

"Qiqi, what do you think?" Fusu asked Mo Qing while staggering swords and swords as if strolling in the courtyard.

Mo Qing looked at the killers whose shots were different from those of the Central Plains, and their slightly weird gait, and their slightly shorter stature, and a little doubt gradually surfaced in his heart. If it is what he thinks, then it is not a martial arts dispute. easy.

"Dongying?" Her voice was extremely low.

Fusu nodded silently, and said, "[-]% possible."

Afterwards, he raised his hand and made a gesture, and a dozen shadow guards followed the carriage and fell around the carriage, fighting with the killer.This batch of killers was at the same level as those in the previous few days and nights. They were not top-notch, but they were more difficult to deal with.

After a lot of tossing, they didn't find an inn in Jiuxi Town until the middle of the month. Although it was not big, it was clean and tidy.

Mo Qing was a little drowsy after washing up. Fu Su glanced at her, flicked her fingertips, and the candle light dimmed a bit.Seeing this, Mo Qing consciously climbed onto the bed, and then rolled inside.

Rolling up the quilt for a while, she was about to fall asleep, when she suddenly thought that she is no different from a five or six-year-old girl now, she falls asleep before the hour of the day every day, and her life is comfortable and leisurely, stretching out her clothes to eat and opening her mouth. It was more comfortable than she was in Luoyue Cliff.

We can't blame her for being indolent, but I can only blame Fusu for being too responsible as a father.

In a hazy state of consciousness, Mo Qing vaguely heard that Lu Jiu was delivering the medicine, and the clear and slightly astringent fragrance of the medicine floated.In a daze, Mo Qing thought, this was the first time she saw a violent sick beauty like Fusu.

At noon the next day, the carriage arrived at Shangyang Pass.It was already half noon when we arrived at Cangyue Mountain Villa, which hosted the martial arts conference.

Shangyangguan is controlled by Jianghu forces, and almost all famous sects have established branches in the city.And Zangyue Mountain Villa is the first-class school among these sects. It has been passed down for nearly a hundred years, with profound heritage and extremely high prestige.Mo Qing remembered that the last martial arts conference she participated in was also organized by Cangyue Villa.

Zangyue Villa is built on the mountain, surrounded by emerald green bamboos and floating in mist. Most of the buildings are made of green glazed tiles, which look very simple and elegant.There were countless carriages in front of the villa, and the waiters received the invitation cards in an orderly manner, and then welcomed the visitors into the villa in an orderly manner.

When the waiter saw the note Lu Jiu handed out, his expression became extremely respectful, and he handed the note to the branch steward who had been waiting for a long time.The manager of the branch hall is Wei Yuanqi, the third son of the owner of the villa. When he saw the greeting card, he hurriedly stepped forward with a look of admiration: "It's a blessing for me to come to Zangyue Villa, Mr. Fusu and Young Master Qingyu. Please come inside quickly, father." A separate courtyard has been prepared for the two of you."

The curtain of the carriage was pulled up by Lu Jiu, Fu Su led Mo Qing out of the carriage, and smiled warmly at Wei Yuanqi: "Young Master Wei, you are welcome, it is also my luck to meet Qing to be invited by Master Wei."

Only then did Wei Yuanqi see the little Mo Qing, his eyes nearly popped out of shock, he was dumbfounded, looked at the smiling Fusu, then at Lu Ling, and hurriedly led the two of them to the backyard where the distinguished guests were entertained , while walking, he lowered his voice and asked secretly: "Young Master Qingyu...You, when did you have..." He glanced at Mo Qing, who was smiling innocently, and was a little bit at a loss for the rest of the sentence.

Everyone in the world knows that Mr. Qingyu from Cangshan School is romantic and affectionate, but he is limited to his words, and generally cleans himself.He really hadn't heard when Young Master Qing Yu had such a big daughter.Now gossip is so prosperous in the world, if he has a daughter, how can he hide those Bai Xiaosheng.

When Lu Ling saw Wei Yuanqi's expression of hesitating to speak, he suddenly lost his temper.It is obvious that Fusu is holding Mo Qing, why does the third son of Wei think that this is his daughter? !It's so unreasonable, he really wants the heavens to chop off this senior brother who is lying next to him with his face!

"Young master Wei, this is my senior brother's daughter, my senior brother. That's right, it's the one who helped Mr. Su Jun Lu Yan and Mr. Lu, not my Lu Ling." Lu Ling tried his best to maintain a smiling face, saying every word. Every word emphasizes that this has nothing to do with him.

Mo Qing admired Wei Yuanqi's increasingly colorful face with great interest, and that expression could not be described in words.He looked at Fusu, trying to prove it was fake.Fusu smiled at him, nodded and said: "Young Master Wei misunderstood, this is indeed my daughter."

Mr. Wei didn't know how he led the two of them to another courtyard, he almost drifted away.Now his mind is full of the hammer-like fact that the first son Fusu Jun has a daughter, and the daughter is five or six years old.After being disillusioned for a while, he suddenly turned around and ran towards the city.

"Yuanqi, why don't you treat Mr. Fusu and Mr. Qingyu well, why are you running around?" Wei Yan, the master of Wei Zhuang who was busy greeting all the families in the world, had a headache.His son said while getting on the horse: "Father! I have something to talk to Bai Xiaosheng!"

It is not easy to make money in the Jianghu, and there is another way to get rich overnight, besides robbing in the dark, entering a gambling house, and losing money in the sky-that is, selling gossip to Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu.

Bai Xiaosheng doesn't refer to someone in particular, but a quack profession.If he sold the shocking chat to Bai Xiaosheng, it would be a windfall.

Fusu, who didn't know that she was about to be sold, walked around the elegant and quiet courtyard, and then walked towards Mo Qing who was sitting on the stone pier in the courtyard in a daze.

"Qiqi, what are you thinking about?" Fusu had already changed into a bamboo green wide-sleeved shirt, and walked up to Mo Qing and sat down.

Mo Qing didn't respond to Fu Su's words.Now her mind is full of—helping Jun Su, helping Jun Su, helping Jun Su, helping Jun Su, helping Jun Su, helping Jun Su...

Fu Su, Fu Su Jun.

She didn't remember it.No wonder the name sounded familiar when I first heard it.

She spent the last three years of her short life in a dark prison in her previous life, and she actually doesn't remember many things clearly.Besides, Mr. Fusu is a detached existence to Jianghu. As the leader of the Demon Sect in the eyes of martial arts, she really doesn't know much about him.

So at the beginning, I didn't think that this Fusu was the Fusu Jun who was known as the number one son.

Forget it, so what about Fu Su Jun, anyway, I don't know her anyway.

"It's nothing, I was just wondering who would come." She dragged her chin, smiling innocently and cutely, showing her sharp little canine teeth.

"This martial arts conference is special compared to the past, with people from all sects, big and small."

Mo Qing seemed to understand and nodded, and then asked Fusu expectantly: "Then... will Luoyueya send someone?"

It stands to reason that Luoyue Cliff is also one of the martial arts sects, but because of its special position, in the past, whether or not the martial arts conference will come is determined by the leader's mood.

Fu Su took a look at her who clearly just wanted to ask Mo Qing if he would come, and smiled faintly: "I don't know, the invitation has already been issued, so it's up to the leader whether to come or not."

"Oh." Mo Qing responded with a lack of interest.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, a waiter walked in, bowed to Fusu, and said respectfully: "Mr. Fusu, the owner of the villa invites you and Young Master Qingyu to gather in the main hall."

Fusu smiled lightly and nodded, then turned to the room and said, "Qingyu, hurry up."

I saw Lu Ling coming out with his clothes full, rolled his eyes and said, "It's changed, it's changed, after working on the carriage for so many days, the bones are going to fall apart."

"I'm not good at body training, so I can't bear the fatigue of horses and horses."

For Fusu's sharp point, Mo Qing agreed very much, she didn't cry tired even a girl, Lu Ling is so big, but still so delicate!

So Mo Qing added: "Squeamish."

"..."

Lu Ling was so wounded that blood spattered three feet.He is the number one doctor in Cangshan sect, known as Mr. Qingyu in Jianghu, but he was so seriously injured by this pair of thieves, father and daughter!He is a doctor who sees a doctor, what kind of body does he practice?

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