Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Cheng Ling took Murong Shujian and Rou Niang away from Shili Chunfeng, and after a quarter of an hour, the three of them appeared in Jing'an Square.

The night wind was blowing head-on, and Cheng Ling's speed was as fast as a dream.

Until Cheng Ling stopped and let Murong Shujian and Rou Niang go, Murong Shujian was still in a daze.

He looked at Cheng Ling with a sleepwalking expression, but Rou Niang next to him reacted faster than him.

Rou Niang stood firm, Fushen bowed to Cheng Ling, and said gratefully: "Thank you, sir, for your help. Rou Niang will remember five things. If she can't repay in this life, she will also be married in the next life..."

Murong Shujian's dreamy expression froze, and Rou Niang's words woke him up.

He stretched out one hand, shook Rou Niang's hand, then cupped his hands and gave Cheng Ling a deep bow: "The afterlife is too empty, please benefactor to tell me the origin of the name, Murong Shujian will definitely be rewarded!"

Why wait for the afterlife? The theory of the afterlife made Murong Shujian inexplicably ominous.

That being the case, don't mention the afterlife, and repay the favor in this life!

After he bowed his head and looked up at Cheng Ling, an indescribable emotion stirred in his heart. Not only is there gratitude, but also a kind of power that has never existed before, because of today's events, it breeds in Murong Shujian's heart.

Cheng Ling saw that his eyes were still red, but his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

"It's a little effort, not about repaying the favor." Cheng Ling said, "Do you know why I saved you today?"

why? Murong Shujian was taken aback for a moment, and said cautiously: "Because benefactor...has chivalry in his heart?"

Yes, Murong Shujian did think so.

Cheng Ling smiled softly: "Chivalry, probably there is."

Armed with a three-foot sword, Ren Xia travels in the rivers and lakes. Which one of the martial arts practitioners has never had such imaginations?

To have strength is to have confidence, and this kind of joy cannot be experienced by the weak.

But Cheng Ling said: "But this is not the main reason, the most important thing is because of your stab at that time!"

At the critical moment, Murong Shujian chose to point his sword at Feng Da instead of facing his beloved with the sword.

"If you don't have the courage to resist, no one can save you." Cheng Ling said, "It was you who changed your destiny and chose a completely different path."

After saying this sentence, Cheng Ling stretched out his hand and pointed to the front, saying: "If people don't save themselves, the sky can't save them either. The General's Mansion is right in front of you. Do you know what you should do?"

Murong Shujian silently chewed what Cheng Ling said, and the surging emotions in his chest never dissipated.

He said: "I understand, thank you for your advice. Please be sure to tell us the name and history of your benefactor. Please allow me to repay your favor with the sword!"

He cupped his hands again, this time Cheng Ling reached out to stop him.

"My name is Cheng Ling." She smiled and said straightforwardly, "Now I am working as a secretary in the Secretary's Office. If Mr. Erlang wants to repay his kindness, then he should recognize Cheng as a friend, so that the eldest son will not turn around and say that Cheng is here. Take the son of the great general captive."

This sentence is quite joking, but the meaning behind it is a bit deep.

Murong Shujian's heart shuddered immediately, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, thank you Brother Cheng, Shujian understands!"

About half an hour later, Murong Shujian and Rou Niang knocked on the side door of the General's Mansion in embarrassment.

The servant who guarded the gate saw that it was Mr. Erlang of the mansion, so he opened the gate quickly without delay. Another servant saw Murong Shujian's pale and disheveled appearance, so he rushed towards the inner house immediately.

Mr. Erlang came back with a woman by his side, but Mr. Dalang was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Erlang is still in such a state of embarrassment, whoever sees this will not feel flustered and short of breath? Of course, I have to report to the two big masters immediately!

This night, the General's Mansion was in chaos.

Murong Shujian was carried by Cheng Ling, who was much faster than Murong Shan. For the first time, he got rid of his brother and returned home early, and finally had the opportunity and courage to express his grievances in front of his parents alone.

Usually, although it is not that he does not have the opportunity to talk to his parents alone, it is difficult for him to say some things after being interrupted by Murong Shan, and it is difficult to explain some things clearly because of Murong Shan's preconceived distortions.

It's hard to describe what it feels like to look back now.

"Father, is Feng Da more noble than his son?"

Murong Shujian asked Murong Hong.

"What?" Murong Hong frowned.

"Feng Da insulted his son and called me a slut, a bitch!" Murong Shujian said, "He also wants to disfigure Rou Niang! Everyone in Shili Chunfeng knows that Rou Niang is my woman. Feng Da insulted her like this because of Slap your son in the face!"

Murong Shujian's train of thought had never been so clear. He uttered all the drafts he had been preparing for a long time, and every sentence was sure to be enough to arouse the general's anger.

As expected, Murong Hong's complexion was ashen, and he was furious.

The general's wife was so angry that she slapped the table and said angrily, "Okay! This Feng is amazing, but he is just a mud-legged kid from the countryside, and he dares to insult my son like this!"

"No! I'm going to Feng's mansion right now! Ask her, Mrs. Liang, if she is really so shameless! Feng Da even dares to insult my son like this. Does she, Mrs. Liang, want to go to heaven?"

Madam Hou also has a fiery temper. After she finished speaking, she really wanted to go to Feng's residence overnight.

Murong Shujian quickly said: "Father, mother, so the son took revenge on the spot! I stabbed Feng Da..."

Just after uttering these words, Murong Hong suddenly turned around and said in a startled voice, "What did you say?"

Murong Shujian knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said to Murong Hong and Mrs. Hou, "Father, mother, my son couldn't bear Feng Da's insult, so he took Feng Da's dagger and stabbed him! Can survive, father, you take your son to accept the crime!"

As he spoke, Murong Shujian, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly.

He was born sick and pale, but after raising his head like this, his neck looks even more slender, as if it could be broken even with a slight bend.

Seeing this, Mrs. Hou felt a great pain in her heart. She didn't even care about being shocked that Murong Shujian had the guts to hurt someone, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and said distressedly: "You child, you talk as soon as you talk, why are you kneeling? Don't you know it's cold on the ground?"

After pulling up Murong Shujian, Mrs. Hou turned her head and glared at Muronghong again, and said, "Did you hear that? The Feng man deserved to be stabbed, as I said, well done! You won't... really bring Shall the sheep go to accept the crime?"

Murong Hong, who was stunned there, was pressed by his wife, but suddenly opened his mouth and burst out laughing.

Instead of being angry, he smiled and said happily, "What crime is he? His surname is Feng? Hahaha! Okay, good boy! You are worthy of being my son, Murong Hong! Yanger, you have grown up and finally dared to I am very pleased with my father..."

"By the way, where's your brother? Where's Shan'er? Where is he?"