Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 122 Pine Branches and Phoebe

Mu Feng, Gu Feng, and Master Hua never expected that the two young masters would want to welcome guests together!

This is far too grand.

In a daze, they followed.

The young masters and guards of the council chamber hurried through several long corridors, not bothering to admire the spring scenery in the courtyard, and headed straight for the main gate of the Canhe Manor.

From afar, Murong Fu spotted the three people standing at the door.

Everything was just as Mu Feng had said.

Putting aside his martial arts skills, his demeanor alone suggests that he is no ordinary person.

Needless to say, the two little girls, Azhu and Abi, are...

Murong Fu's bright eyes focused on the boy in the middle.

I have no recollection of him whatsoever, and I am certain that there are no rumors about this person in the martial arts world.

Only Xu Xiang-sheng and Gu Feng, who were half a step behind Murong Fu, were left behind.

A thunderbolt struck my heart!

A year ago, images of Xuzhou, Mr. Fan, Wang Xin, Huixianlou, and the theory of Baiqu silt flashed through my mind.

During their stay in Xuzhou, the group went to look for him again.

Until his departure, he was only told by the servants of the Fan family that the man had gone far away and was not in the mansion, which he secretly regretted for a long time.

I never expected to see it here.

Fan Bailing and Kang Guangling were fellow disciples. Fan Bailing realized that what Fan had said about traveling far away was actually coming to Jiangnan to seek refuge with Master Kang.

Xu Xiang-sheng had a good impression of Gao Yuan.

He even quite admired his views on the theory of white lotus and mud.

Suddenly I saw an old friend.

A look of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Standing before the vermilion gate, Gao Yuan naturally noticed the people from Canhe Village and was quite surprised.

The people of Canhe Village could be recognized simply by their age, appearance, and position.

Apart from Mu Murongfu and Deng Baichuan, there were still more than a dozen others.

Such a commotion was beyond his expectations.

Xu Xiangsheng appeared in Canhezhuang.

Gao Yuan was only surprised for a moment before returning to normal. He had felt that Old Xu was not simple when they were in Xuzhou.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he glanced at Azhu and Abi out of the corner of his eye.

really.

The two young girls, feeling somewhat guilty, tried to remain calm. A'Zhu stepped forward and curtsied to Murong Fu.

Although Abi hesitated, she still stood firmly behind Gao Yuan.

The tightly wrapped zither betrayed the little girl's panic.

Having come all the way from Lingjiu Palace, Gao Yuan was used to seeing big scenes and showed no fear whatsoever.

The two groups clasped their hands in greeting and exchanged a greeting from afar.

Murong Fu was sizing up Gao Yuan, and Gao Yuan was also sizing him up.

Upon their first meeting, the two spontaneously exchanged a compliment.

A person with broad and upright bone structure, jade-like features, and a noble appearance, yet with a hint of brokenness and haziness.

He had a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, eyes like autumn water or a deep pool, a calm and reserved demeanor, and a smile that always played at the corners of his mouth.

Two kinds of youthful spirit and beauty.

It represents the ultimate contrast between dazzling brilliance and understated elegance.

Since he was already a guest, Gao Yuan took the initiative to speak, saying, "My name is Gao Yuan. I have long admired Young Master Murong's name. I am ashamed to have come uninvited and disturbed the peace of your manor."

"So you are Young Master Gao. My apologies for my rudeness."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It is truly an honor that my humble name has reached the ears of Young Master Gao."

His words were not entirely modest; at this time, the names of "Northern Qiao Feng" and "Southern Murong" had not yet been established.

Kang Guangling was a master of the qin (a seven-stringed zither), and most of his guests were from scholarly and official families. If the young man was indeed an elder of the Kang family, he would be truly honored.

Gao Yuan laughed and said, "Young Master Murong is too modest. Who in the martial world doesn't know of Murong Fengcai? His chivalrous reputation is also well-known in the Jiangnan region. Meeting him today, I can see that his reputation is indeed well-deserved. His demeanor is truly captivating."

Gao Yuan wasn't just engaging in mutual flattery.

The Murong family, a centuries-old clan, possesses countless martial arts manuals and has accumulated vast wealth. Many martial arts sects have also submitted to them, demanding substantial sums of money, and if they want people...

The four great generals were all the heads of their own estates, and they had gathered many people of all ranks in the martial arts world.

You can probably get eight or nine hundred people by calling in reinforcements.

It's just because of the TV series that people think Murong Fu only has a few servants and maids to serve him.

As for the title of chivalrous hero.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Murong Fu frequently performed chivalrous deeds in the Jiangnan region during his youth.

Murong Fu felt even more at ease seeing his polite manners and scholarly air.

Gao Yuan turned to Xu Xiang Sheng: "I left Xuzhou a year ago, and I didn't see you here. I didn't expect to find you here, Brother Xiang Sheng. I hope you are well."

After a few moments of silence before the vermilion gate, the two men simultaneously recalled the words of reasoning spoken by Bai Qu at the Fan residence.

"Straight in the middle and upright in the outside, without any extraneous details, haha!"

Xu Xiang-sheng and Gao Yuan suddenly exchanged a smile.

Murong Fu was surprised that the two were old friends, and judging from their appearance, they seemed to have a good relationship.

There aren't many people who can catch Xu Xiang-sheng's eye.

Currently, the evaluation of teenagers is excessively high.

Feng Bo'e, oblivious to the tacit understanding between the three, remained unconcerned and spoke frankly: "I am Feng Bo'e from Jiangnan. I've heard from Elder Mu that Young Master Gao's martial arts are extremely high. I am very curious and wonder if I could have the opportunity to test my skills?"

At this moment, Bao Butong interjected, "No! No! I am Bao Butong. Martial arts comparisons are relative. If the comparisons are not commensurate, the former will naturally appear superior. But if we compare myself to our young master..."

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Gao Yuan smiled and replied, "Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature, but there is no second place in martial arts. Mr. Bao's words are not wrong at all. In the path of martial arts, you can't compare a stream to a river, or a pine branch to a camphor tree. Mr. Bao is just speaking the truth."

After saying that, he changed the subject: "However, I wonder if Mr. Bao is a pine branch or a nanmu tree? To use a pine branch to mock a nanmu tree..."

Gao Yuan ignored Bao Butong's anger and sneered, "What right do you have to bark at me like that? How arrogant and rude!"

"You...!" Bao Butong's face turned red, and he couldn't reply, his face turning purplish-blue with anger.

Upon seeing Bao Butong's confrontational attitude, Murong Fu's face immediately darkened: "Third Brother Bao, Fourth Brother Feng, don't be rude, step back!"

"Young master...yes! Yes!"

When facing Murong Fu, Bao Butong would not argu with him.

Having served the Murong family for a long time, the two knew the young master's temper well, and he was indeed angry at this moment.

I dared not utter any more nonsense and silently shut my mouth.

Murong Fu looked somewhat embarrassed: "This subordinate was ignorant of etiquette and neglected Young Master Gao. I apologize on their behalf, please don't take offense."

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After saying this, he clasped his hands in apology to the boy.

"It's alright!"

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Murong Fu's posture was quite polite, and his smile was gentle, making it difficult for anyone to feel any dislike for him.

Gao Yuan was actually quite curious about him, after all, considering Murong Fu's entire life.

The poetic Swallow's Nest, the ever-blooming Canhe Manor, and the handsome Murong Gongzi whose fame spreads throughout the land.

But they were merely tools for the old bastards to restore their kingdom; they had no childhood, could not do what they wanted, and were never truly their own.

When asked by the Western Xia princess: When was the happiest time of your life?

Even their minds went blank, leaving them speechless.

He could only offer the excuse that his happiest time was in the future.

On the surface, they seem carefree and elegant, but in reality, they are not happy at all.

to be frank.

Before encountering the three scoundrels of Tianlong, Murong Fu was a perfectly normal young master with no blemishes.

Later on, he was betrayed by his own father and his mentality was constantly shattered by three idiots.

She even attempted suicide twice.

However, we cannot entirely blame him for betraying his conscience, abandoning his reputation, and turning his back on his family.

Putting aside Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e's rudeness, the three exchanged pleasantries for a while.

After exchanging invitations, the group entered the inner hall of the Canhe Manor. Murong Fu ordered someone to serve fragrant tea, and the atmosphere of the conversation was fairly harmonious.

"Brother Gao defeated Elder Mu in one move without even drawing his sword. I am very curious. May I ask what kind of swordsmanship you have learned?"

Murong Fu didn't ask about the matter at hand, but first inquired about swordsmanship.

It is clear that he is also a person who likes swords.

"Young Master Murong is quite right, Yuan'er. It's only been a year since I last saw you, and your martial arts have become so advanced! I am truly astonished!"

Xu Xiang-sheng asked the same question, and Gu Feng behind him also looked curious.

You know, this was a year ago.

The boy was no match for him, not even a single blow when he used his full strength.

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