The Bandit’s Strategy

[Chapter 12-Someone Wants to Help] What is the purpose?

As soon as the little disciple finished speaking, Mu Qingshan felt that Shang Yunze's body had a chill in an instant, so he was very worried, and said with concern, "The situation is serious? The castle owner should go back soon."

"Which two groups of people?" Shang Yunze asked.

"The Lord Back to the Fort is Qian Sanye and Hall Master Wang. It is said that Sanye said something that shouldn't have been said after drinking, which angered Hall Master Wang." The little disciple said, "Although the conflict has subsided, the two sides are still at war. , The castle owner would better go back."

"Go back and tell them that you will come to the government office to see me in three days." Shang Yunze said coldly, "Otherwise, you won't have to stay in Duanyun Mountain in the future."

"Are you really not going back?" Mu Qingshan was still asking, "It sounds a bit serious."

"It's not the first time that Qian San's drinking mistakes are serious. It's not serious. It's really embarrassing." Shang Yunze said, "Wang Yu is also a grumpy character. It's not unusual for the two parties to fight, so you can't go back specially. ."

"But you're okay." Mu Qingshan said, "I just said it just now. I'm so idle."

Shang Yunze:...

Why should I remember these words so clearly.

But fortunately, the little disciple knows how to wink, and before his own fortress goes crazy, he quickly disappears consciously.

Shang Yunze sat silently in the study.

Mu Qingshan helped him make a cup of Qinghuo lotus leaf tea.

Shang Yunze seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Mu Qingshan stood beside him and stopped talking. After a long while, he finally moved a bit, but it was not Shang Yunze who squatted to comfort himself before squatting around, but turned and walked out cautiously.

Lord Shangbao's chest tightness, "Where are you going?!"

"Huh?" Mu Qingshan turned back, "Go to the kitchen and have a look."

Shang Yunze's face is dark, why should he go to the kitchen at this time?

"I see that the castle owner seems to be thinking about things." Mu Qingshan said, "It's not convenient to bother." There is still half a word. Besides, seeing you look like you are about to catch fire, I'd better leave early and stay. It's scary here too.

Shang Yunze really wanted to get the case off-even if it's just an ordinary friend, when one party is angry, shouldn't the other party stay and comfort him?

"Can I go now?" Mu Qingshan took a step back in silence, probably because he felt that the environment was a little dangerous.

"Come back!" Shang Yunze stared.

Mu Qingshan hesitated.

Shang Yunze simply stood up, strode forward to pull the person back to the side of the case, and ordered, "Sit down!"

"Fort Lord." Mu Qingshan's back was numb, and he quickly reminded, "I don't know anything about Jianghu, I'm afraid I can't make any suggestions. It's useless to stay here." So quickly let me go back to the kitchen...

Shang Yunze felt that sooner or later he would be **** off by him.

Mu Qingshan pulled his hand back vigorously, and even wanted to be called the Yajie. He had never seen Shang Yunze look like this, so he instinctively remembered the four words that often appeared in the mouth of the storyteller-crazy! So my heart became more alarmed, and I stared into his eyes hard, hoping to find some clues.

Shang Yunze was inexplicably glared by him, "Are you in the evil?"

You have been wicked! Mu Qingshan asked nervously, "Do you still know who I am?"

Shang Yunze:...

Mu Qingshan looked at him, ready to shout "Help!"

But fortunately, Shang Yunze didn't tear off his clothes and screamed like the storyteller's mouth did. Instead, he took out a bottle of ointment from his arms and rubbed some on the chilblains slowly.

Mu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he was not succumbed to evil.

"Is it itchy?" Shang Yunze asked.

"A little bit." The right hand gradually became very hot under the effect of the ointment and massage, and there was some itching near the frostbite.

"It'll be fine later." Shang Yunze said, "Don't touch the ice water in winter, you will grow it back slowly."

"Yeah." Mu Qingshan said, "Thank you Fort Master."

"When the tailor comes, you can make your eldest brother and sister-in-law's winter clothes as well." Shang Yunze said, "Is there anything else that needs to be purchased at home?"

Hearing this, Mu Qingshan hurriedly turned away, but he was very moved.

"What are you polite with me?" Shang Yunze shook his head, "If you refuse to accept, then I will return to Duanyun Mountain tomorrow."

Mu Qingshan:...

Shang Yunze continued to help him wipe the medicine. The nerd's hands are naturally different from those of martial arts practitioners. However, because Mu Qingshan often helps at home, he also has a few small calluses on his hands, and he was also a little playful in his childhood. The burn left.

The Lord Shangbo regretted, why didn't he go down the mountain and walk around in the city earlier, maybe he has brought people back to Duanyun Mountain now-even if he is just a manager.

"I'll go to the kitchen and have a look." Mu Qingshan said.

Shang Yunze had a headache when he heard the words, "Why do you always think about going to the kitchen."

Mu Qingshan said, "I'm going to cook some mung bean soup."

Shang Yunze said, "Let Mother Wang cook."

Mu Qingshan said, "I want to thank the castle master."

Ok? ! Shang Yunze looked at him, "Boil it for me?"

"There is nothing else in the government office." Mu Qingshan said, "Mung bean soup can clear the fire."

Lord Shang Bao was very pleased, and knew to clear the fire for himself.

"I don't understand the things in the Jianghu school, but I also know that there are some things that I can't rush." ​​Mu Qingshan said, "The castle owner doesn't have to worry, even if it is a big thing, he will always find a solution."

Shang Yunze nodded and smiled triumphantly.

Wash your hands and make soup.

Very good, very good.

Lu Zhui was sitting in the pavilion on the cliff of Cangmang Mountain, playing chess with himself, the green ant wine, the small red clay stove, and the endless white snow outside.

"Second master." A disciple ran over, "The master did not eat."

Lu Zhui dropped a sunspot, patted his clothes and stood up, "Where is the person?"

The disciple replied, "Study."

Lu Chai wandered over slowly.

Zhao Muya’s study is naturally different from the Fuya study. Zhao Yue has always been uninterested in Zhihu, and his writing is a headache when he reads two lines. Therefore, most of the books in the study are the calligraphy and painting antiques collected by Lu Zhui, as well as... Draw a list of texts and portraits.

Lu Chai was born in a large family, and he has been a literary talent since he was a child, but he has never seen so many folk tales, and the plots are still very exciting. Although Zhao Yueming ordered the prohibition, the young disciples on Chaomuya are still very interested in this, and they often gather together to discuss secretly. The themes are "The big master helped the neighbors harvest vegetables today" and "The big master helped the neighbors again today" I've received vegetables", very happy and harmonious.

"Master." Lu Chai knocked on the door.

Zhao Yue said, "Farewell!"

Lu Chai pushed the door in, and saw Zhao Yue sitting in a chair, his face was dark and his hair almost stood up, as if he was possessed by Lei Gong.

Lu Chai said, "Eat."

Zhao Yue was angrily, "Don't eat!"

Lu Chai sat across from him, "I knew that, so why didn't you go to the appointment last night."

Zhao Yue stared, "If he lets me go, I will go?!"

"It's really not necessary." Lu Zhui looked at him, "Then go eat now."

Zhao Yue angrily stood up and walked out.

Lu Zhui's mood was also very complicated—because of the words of the prefect, he could be restless for ten days, saying that he didn't want to go to the appointment, but he was irritable all night without saying it, and now he doesn't even eat any food! This is not an attempted negotiation, but it is more like a tantrum with his wife.

It's life-threatening, the head of Lu Er was shocked by this strange association, and his back was chilled, and his goose bumps were shaken off.

But Wen Zhifu at the foot of the mountain still seemed to be at ease, beaming every day, holding a pamphlet with the housekeeper to count the New Year's goods, and preparing to distribute it to the people in the city. For the first time in the vast city, there were lights and colors, and even a stage was set up. Every family was full of joy. The tailor shops in the city were so prosperous that they were rushing to work almost day and night. Everyone wanted to wear new clothes to spend a good year.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wen Liunian was standing in the courtyard flexing his muscles, and he saw Mu Qingshan walking in with a letter, "It was just delivered by the post."

"Yunnan?" Looking at the lacquer tuyere, Wen Liunian was a little surprised. After opening the envelope and reading it, his brows wrinkled slightly.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingshan asked.

Wen Liunian said, "There is a martial arts school in Miaojiang called Mujiazhuang, and he said he would come to help suppress bandits in the vast city."