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- Chapter 28 Bi Xiao
Ma Xingkong arranged a banquet in the hall of the Pegasus Escort Bureau to entertain Mr. Fu and his party, which was considered as a way to resolve the conflict.
Xu Zheng sat as steady as a bell, with a slight smile on his calm face, and said: "Master Fu, why don't you let the three friends outside sit down together?"
Mr. Fu smiled gently, nodded, and winked at Wang Jianying.
Wang Jianying bowed, stood up, clasped his lips and whistled in a low voice, like a crane chirping for nine days, which melodiously spread out of the hall and lingered for a long time, showing the purity of his inner strength.
Three figures tumbled in from outside the wall, as fast as galloping horses, and rushed to the hall in the blink of an eye. They ran rampant and barged in.
"Who?!" A shout rang out, followed by a sharp whistle, and light footsteps hurried outside the hall.
Xu Zheng's face darkened, his eyes were cold, he glanced at the three of them, and shouted loudly: "Don't be impatient, we are friends!"
The screams stopped, the footsteps paused, and then retreated. In the blink of an eye, the people outside the hall disappeared.
Seeing such momentum, Wang Jianying and Wang Jiangjie looked at each other with surprised expressions in their eyes. They did not expect that the little Pegasus Escort Agency would have such a reaction.
The two brothers were born in the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau in the capital. Their father, the powerful Wang Weiyang of Heshuo, was the chief escort of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau.
The two of them sighed inwardly, but when it came to their reactions, the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau back then was far inferior.
Mr. Fu sat at the host and guest seats, gently waving his folding fan, with a calm demeanor, nodded and smiled softly: "Well-trained and quick to react, you are indeed worthy of the Pegasus Escort Agency!"
Brothers Wang Jianying and Wang Jijie looked at each other again. Mr. Fu had a very high vision and rarely praised others in his life.
Xu Zheng was not very satisfied. No matter how fast he responded, if he didn't stop anyone, what's the use? !
His face was as dark as water, and he shook his head and said: "Ashamed, Mr. Fu is so ridiculous that someone barged in. What's so praiseworthy about this?!"
Mr. Fu smiled slightly and said no more.
Wang Jianjie chuckled and said, "I say, Mr. Xu, head escort, you don't have to be too modest. Come on, let me introduce these three people."
After saying that, he pointed at the three people standing in solemnity one by one: Chen Yu from Taiji Sect, Yin Zhongxiang from Tianlong Sect, and Ancient Prajna from Shaolin Sect.
Among the three, the youngest one is Shaolin's Ancient Prajna, but his eyes are shining brightly, as sharp as the light of a sword, and he should not be underestimated.
Ma Chunhua¡¯s bright eyes flashed, and waves of light flowed on his hands. His fingers were as dry as branches and the joints were thick. He must be a master of the outer sect.
This pine table is huge and can accommodate a dozen people. They still feel comfortable sitting together.
Mr. Fu sat in the chair, Xiao Yuesheng took the second seat, Ma Xingkong took the second seat, then Xu Zheng, and Ma Chunhua sat under Xu Zheng.
On the other side of Mr. Fu, there are three masters, Wang Jianying, Wang Jiangjie, and Chen Yu.
Ma Xingkong is well-informed. Although his knowledge is not high, he is more knowledgeable than others. He talks about the customs and anecdotes of various places, talking about countless treasures, and his face is red.
He was particularly happy today. In the past six years, although Ma Chunhua sent several letters home, he still felt uneasy. When he thought of his daughter, he sighed.
Now that his daughter is alive in front of him, he is so happy that it is difficult to express in words, and he unconsciously talks more.
Mr. Fu was very well-educated. He listened quietly and interrupted with questions from time to time, which scratched Ma Xingkong's itch.
Xiao Yuesheng sat quietly, with a faint smile on his face and rarely spoke.
Ma Xingkong and Xu Zheng both knew his temperament and did not strike up a conversation. He sat there, holding the wine glass and playing with it gently, with a leisurely expression and a somewhat detached air.
His current temperament is not as majestic as the sea before. His face is cloudy and windy, and he has a somewhat transcendent air. He is like wearing a robe, standing on the top of a majestic mountain, and the strong wind blows, fluttering. If you want to ride on the wind, you will look like an immortal.
Although he was smiling, when he glanced over, he still had a majestic aura that made your heart beat faster.
Mr. Fu gently shook his folding fan and looked at Ma Xingkong. He said something from time to time, but he kept sizing up Xiao Yuesheng secretly.
He has extremely sharp eyesight, and he feels that the Taoist priest in front of him is enigmatic and not an ordinary person.
After a while, when I saw Xiao Yuesheng sitting alone without saying a word, as if he was in his own world and it was difficult for outsiders to enter, he gave up and turned his mind to Ma Chunhua.
Ma Chunhua was also excited when she saw her father. She smiled brightly and looked around, her eyes moving, she was so beautiful.
Mr. Fu has seen many beauties, but when it comes to style, they are all inferior to Ma Chunhua. She seems to be carved from white jade, and her body exudes light, making people stare at her involuntarily., unable to open my eyes.
Except for Mr. Fu, everyone is a martial arts practitioner and has a good drinking capacity.
Xu Zheng was very enthusiastic about drinking. Later, he simply changed to a big bowl and drank bowl after bowl, drinking with great pride and heartiness.
He seemed to be relaxed and had put aside the grudges just now, but it was because his junior sister had spoken and the master had made the decision, but he was extremely unconvinced in his heart.
In the past two years, his martial arts has become increasingly sophisticated, and he has never met an opponent again. He is extremely high-spirited and cannot tolerate provocations from others.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? When he started fighting with Wang Jianjie, he only used Lingbo Weibu, and didn¡¯t use any of the three Sanshou moves. He couldn¡¯t fully enjoy it, and he was always holding back his breath.
Now, he secretly tried his best to test his drinking capacity.
In the early morning, Ma Chunhua was practicing martial arts in Xiao Yuesheng's courtyard.
She is wearing a moon-white silk satin training uniform, which is very loose, only covering the wrists and waist, and is tied up at the waist. She is pure and unsullied, but also very charming.
She looked focused, completely immersed in it, and her movements were stretched and light, as if she were dancing, graceful and graceful.
Suddenly, a faint sound of a flute came over, passed through the courtyard, and floated to her ears, clear and slow.
The sound of the flute changes, like a lover's whisper and a mother's warm touch, making people want to lie down and fall asleep leisurely.
Ma Chunhua was engrossed in her practice, but her ears were listening in all directions, and her mind was clear and alert. She instantly sensed the location of the person playing the flute, and he floated past.
After passing two small courtyards, we came to the VIP area of ??the Escort Bureau. Most of the distinguished people who came to the Escort Bureau stayed here.
This small courtyard is quietly and elegantly decorated, but it was decorated by Ma Chunhua herself before she left. There are green bamboos planted in the west, and there is a flowerbed in front of the window. You can smell the fragrance of flowers when you open the window.
In front of the bamboo forest in the small courtyard, Mr. Fu is wearing a purple gown, which makes his face look like a jade, white and flawless, rich and handsome.
He pressed the flute with both hands, swallowed quietly, and the sound of the flute floated away.
The flute in his hand is made of mutton-fat jade. It is completely white and exudes a soft brilliance. It is so delicate that I can't help but want to touch it, just like touching a woman's silk-like skin.
Behind him stood Wang Jianying and Gu Prajna. They closed their eyes slightly and lowered their hands, motionless like an old monk in meditation.
Mr. Fu's jade-like face was filled with obsession, and Ma Chunhua's jade face flashed before his eyes again, with a sweet smile, like a dream.
After he spent the night, Ma Chunhua's beautiful face seemed to be clearer, as if it was imprinted in his mind and could not be forgotten.
The emotion in my heart was so strong that I couldn't control myself, so I took out my jade flute to distract myself, but it also meant to test.
Last night when I was drinking, I heard that Ma Chunhua is also a master of music, especially playing the flute.
The white shadow flashed, and Ma Chunhua suddenly appeared in front of him. She stood there quietly and charmingly. A breeze blew and the bamboo forest rustled. Her moon-white clothes remained motionless, as if they were stuck to her delicate body. .
She stood under a green bamboo tree, looking at Mr. Fu, with the corners of her mouth raised, half-smiling, her bright eyes squinting, and her eyes moving.
"Cough!" Seeing Mr. Fu immersed in the sound of the flute, while the two people behind him were motionless, like two trees taking root, it was really boring, so he coughed lightly.
The sound of Mr. Fu's flute is excellent, but Ma Chunhua learned the music by listening to Xiao Yuesheng's playing of the piano and flute. With Zhuyu in front, Mr. Fu's flute sound was dull and boring.
Wang Jianying and Gu Prajna opened their eyes fiercely, cold light burst out, and they looked at Ma Chunhua, but they did not notice her arrival!
"Miss Ma." Mr. Fu put down his jade flute, smiled slightly, and looked at her tenderly.
Ma Chunhua bowed her head and smiled: "Young Master Fu is very elegant, well, the flute sounds very good."
Although Mr. Fu is gentle and calm, he is vaguely majestic. However, Ma Chunhua has been beside Xiao Yuesheng, and she has long been numb due to the oppression of his mountain-like majesty.
"Miss Ma, you're so honored." Young Master Fu said with a slight smile, but he was secretly annoyed because he could hear that she didn't mean what she said. His flute sound was unique in the capital, and even for an ordinary person, he couldn't hear it once.
Wang Jianying and Gu Prajna stared at Ma Chunhua with sharp eyes, their expressions were wary and they did not hide it. The shock in their hearts was indescribable.
If Ma Chunhua had evil intentions, he would have succeeded!
Mr. Fu handed over the jade flute and said politely, "Miss Ma, I heard that you are very good at playing the flute. Why don't you play a song to listen to it."
Ma Chunhua waved her hands, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Master said that my music skills are far from good and I haven't even started yet."
She was teasing Mr. Fu. She knew that his thoughts were not right, but she pretended not to know and wanted to play hide and seek.
"It doesn't hurt to listen." Mr. Fu smiled, but with an unquestionable momentum.
? ?Chunhua nodded and smiled: "Okay, I'll go back and get the flute."
After saying that, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared before, leaving only the lingering fragrance lingering in the wind.
Wang Jianying whispered: "Master, this girl Ma is too dangerous!"
¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?¡± Mr. Fu was in a daze. He turned his head when he heard the sound, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Jianying.
Wang Jianying lowered her head and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, this girl Ma has extremely high martial arts skills and is hard to guard against. If she wants to harm the young master, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop her."
Mr. Fu smiled faintly and waved his hand: "Don't worry, it won't be like this."
"Yes." Wang Jianying still thought about it, but said no more. He knew his master's temper very well, and it was useless to persuade him. It would only arouse resentment, so he could only be careful.
He whispered a few words to Gu Prajna, cupped his fists and saluted Mr. Fu, stepped back and left, and brought back the other three masters in the blink of an eye.
The five of them stood in their respective positions, two in front and three in the back, protecting Mr. Fu in the middle, forming a formation.
Mr. Fu stood playing his flute, looking towards the courtyard gate, ignoring the five people.
After a while, the courtyard door was pushed open. Ma Chunhua had already changed out of her training clothes and wore a simple and elegant Yuebai Luo shirt. The style was simple. When worn on her body, her pure temperament was fully demonstrated.
Ma Chunhua holds a green flute in her hand, looking ordinary.
Seeing Mr. Fu staring at the flute, Ma Chunhua moved her fingers slightly and the green flute twirled. She smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, this is a gift from my master. I always carry it with me."
"I'm all ears." Mr. Fu retracted his gaze and said with a gentle smile.
He was really not optimistic about this flute. It was just made of ordinary green bamboo, and it was a million miles away from the jade flute he had in his hand.
Ma Chunhua nodded, held the flute in front of her red lips, and made a faint sound like a wisp of smoke rising from a kitchen stove.
Mr. Fu turned his eyes away with difficulty and took his eyes away from her red lips. It was not easy. Her lips were extremely attractive and shone with luster.
The sound of the flute slowly reached his ears, and his expression changed. He became solemn and closed his eyes.
Wang Jianying and the other five people were worried and alert, staring at Ma Chunhua closely, their eyes as sharp as an eagle.
The sound of the flute sounded, and after ten breaths, their eyes gradually softened. Slowly, their eyes became confused, as if their thoughts were flying away from their bodies.
When the six people woke up, they found that the sun had risen very high, and the bright sunshine was shining on their heads, making their scalps feel hot.
Mr. Fu looked melancholy, shook his head and sighed: "Alas, this song should only exist in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world!"
Ma Chunhua disappeared, I don¡¯t know when she left.
Someone suddenly approached outside the door, stopped outside, and heard a voice: "Mr. Fu, my lady asked you to come over and have a meal." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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