Chapter 50 Gathering Together
"Someone come."
When they arrived at the door, Liu Qingkong shouted, and immediately two green-clothed disciples came out.
Liu Qingkong smiled and said, "Since you two have come from afar, I will first ask someone to take your mounts and prepare fodder for them."
"Thank you very much."
Su Mo nodded, and together with Yang Xiaoyun, handed the horse to the two men.
At this time, Liu Qingkong said, "You two, please follow me."
He led the two of them in, passing by rockery and flowing water, pavilions and small terraces, and finally they arrived in front of a hall.
But just as I got there, I heard a cry of "Ouch", and then I saw a figure suddenly flying out from the door of the hall.
As luck would have it, he went straight to Su Mo.
Judging from his posture and appearance, he was most likely beaten out .
Logically speaking, when encountering such a situation , it is a piece of cake to lend a hand and catch this person.
However, Su Mo grabbed Yang Xiaoyun's hand and immediately dodged, with no intention of picking up the person.
As the man flew past, he couldn't help but glance at Su Mo, his eyes full of shock, as if he was accusing Su Mo of being inhuman...
Then he fell heavily to the ground, grimacing in pain.
Su Mo didn't even look at this person, but looked at Liu Qingkong silently.
Liu Qingkong laughed dryly twice: "Young man... excuse me for making fun of you."
After saying that, he came to the man who fell to the ground and asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Wang?"
"...Hmph, it's okay."
The man got up from the ground and glared at Su Mo fiercely. Then he looked into the hall angrily: "You bastard, you are a hero if you can do this secretly. If you have the guts, fight me head-on for three hundred rounds!!!"
After saying that, he rushed in again in a hurry.
Liu Qingkong said quickly: "Everyone, please do not use force..."
He wanted to rush in to stop them, but then he thought of Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, so he quickly said, "Please follow me, both of you."
Then he rushed into the hall in a hurry.
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun looked at each other and both realized that there were quite a few people in the hall.
Earlier when we were in Pingfeng Town, the second brother said that some people also went to visit Yuliu Villa during this period. Could they be among them?
With a slight movement of their minds, the two people stepped into the hall.
Just then, someone sneered, "It's a pity to use your brute force to roam around in the underworld. If you work as a laborer at the docks, you might become a rich man and live a comfortable life. Why bother roaming around in the underworld and lose your life if you're not careful?"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, skinny, with wrinkles all over his skin, a pointed chin, rat eyes, and a few whiskers barely formed into two greasy mustaches hanging from his mouth.
His hair was sparse, but he was wearing a white robe, looking casual and with a disdainful look in his eyes.
He was holding a folding fan in his hand, with the fan open and four big words written on it: A gentleman is like jade!
In addition to this person, there are several other people in this hall.
There were monks and laymen, men and women, all gathered together.
When Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun came in, the group of people were just moving away from the man surnamed Wang and the gentleman like jade and looking at them.
However, seeing that they were two young people, he only took a quick look at them and did not take them seriously, and withdrew his attention immediately.
The man surnamed Wang was furious : "Shut up, you bastard! If you have the guts, fight me for three hundred rounds!!!"
"A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists."
The gentleman just smiled lightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking somewhat smug.
"you!!!"
Wang's face was filled with rage, veins on his arms were bulging, and he was about to step forward and attack.
"Hero Wang, please stop!"
Seeing this, Liu Qingkong hurriedly shouted, "Inside Yuliu Villa, please be patient."
"Butler Liu, you've seen it too. It's not that Wang wants to cause trouble, but that this person is too bullying. Wang wants nothing else but to use his martial arts skills to fight him for three hundred rounds and finally get rid of his dog oil beard."
Liu Qingkong's mouth twitched, and he could only say: "You are all guests from afar, and our Yuliu Villa has always welcomed friends from all walks of life. But there is one thing, please do not use force in Yuliu Villa, this is the rule set by the owner of the villa. If you do not want to, the owner of the villa will investigate, and I can't bear the consequences, so please don't make it difficult for me."
At first glance, these words sounded like a way of not making things difficult for Liu Qingkong, but in the words, Liu Suifeng was mentioned.
Sure enough, the two people who were originally fighting in the hall suddenly stopped.
The man surnamed Wang sat down on the chair sullenly, picked up the teacup and took a big sip.
As for the gentleman, he smiled gently: "What Steward Liu said is very true. We are here as guests today, not as bad guests. Naturally, we will not embarrass Steward Liu... Well, I just don't know when Master Liu will have time to meet us?"
"Please be patient, everyone. I will report to the owner of the manor and ask him to make the decision. Please wait here for a while."
When Liu Qingkong said this, he looked at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun again and said, "Please take a seat, I will be back soon."
"Butler Liu, please do as you please."
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun naturally followed suit. After they sat down, Liu Qingkong asked someone to serve them tea before turning around and leaving.
After Liu Qingkong left, the hall became extremely quiet for a while.
In addition to the two chairs at the main seat, there are ten other seats in the hall.
Sitting there were a monk, a woman, a gentleman as handsome as jade, a pale-faced scholar, two swordsmen, and a rough man named Wang!
Now Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun were seated, occupying nine out of the ten chairs.
Su Mo's eyes swept over everyone one by one. The middle-aged monk lowered his head with his eyes slightly closed, and the Buddhist beads in his hand turned, as if he was silently reciting scriptures.
It was hard to tell the woman's age. She looked young, but there was a hint of vicissitudes in her eyes.
It goes without saying that a gentleman is as kind as jade. While he was drinking tea with a smile, his pair of rat eyes were scanning everyone's faces.
The scholar was holding a book in his hand, but he didn't read a single word. His head was tilted as if he had slept for a long time. When he looked at the book again, he held it upside down.
Although the two swordsmen looked different, their postures seemed similar. Their faces were cold and solemn, as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, without the slightest ripple.
The ruffian kept drinking tea with a huff. A green-clad maid from Yuliu Villa stood next to him, pouring tea for him with a cold face.
Add a cup, drink a cup, it seems like using tea as wine to relieve sorrow.
At this moment, Su Mo’s mind was rolling with those gentlemanly words, "We are visiting you today"... today?
They haven't been here for many days, did they just come today?
As I was thinking, I heard the gentleman speak again:
"Zi Yang? Is this young man a disciple of Zi Yang Sect?"
