C35 The People of Wuyun Mountain Have Nothing to Do with Themselves

A lot of people get first-hand news when they do a lot of things, no matter what they do, anyway, they get those news. Clearly, Mrs. Murong was such a person.

"How is it going?" Although Mrs. Murong's voice was gentle, there was some excitement and hope.

The dozen or so black people all lowered their heads and did not say anything.

"It smashed?" Mrs. Murong immediately revealed a look of disappointment. The teacup in her hand had unknowingly fallen to the ground. With a bang, the teacup shattered. Mrs. Murong angrily said, "More than ten men! They can't even deal with a pregnant woman! Is there really no one left in our Murong family?"

One of them raised his head slightly and said in a low voice," Madam, it's not a pregnant woman. It's an overbearing expert. "

Everyone said in unison, "That's right, it's an overbearing expert!"

Mrs. Murong's brows suddenly knitted, "So this means that my news is not accurate?"

"I dare not. It was just that there was no one in the house. There was only a master standing outside the house. He looked to be in his twenties and held a pipe in his hand. That's right! When we came, we happened to run into another group of people. They also came here, but they were beaten away by us. " The leader of the men in black explained.

"Oh? There's another group of people?" The space between Mrs. Murong's brows had already twisted into a knot. She was thinking. Which group of people was causing trouble? Other than Mrs. Murong, there was actually someone else who wanted to take Dugu Ming's life. That really saved her a lot of trouble.

Unknowingly, there was already an old man with a beard standing at the door. The old man was holding a cane with a head full of white hair. Although he was old, his eyes were full of vigor. Mrs. Murong saw him and quickly dismissed her subordinates and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Oh? Shouldn't you thank me for telling you such a secret?" The old man said gently.

"Hehe, of course, but your information seems to have been sold to a lot of people" Mrs. Murong sneered.

"Hahaha, there is no wall in this world that cannot be exposed. My news has always only been sold to one person. I will not tell others, tell others. Hehe, I won't tell you either. So don't worry. You have your own channels to get information. Others naturally have their own channels as well. " Although the old man was a bit surprised, he was still able to laugh and chat.

Mrs. Murong asked, "Then you know that I failed?"

The old man stroked his white beard and smiled, "Just look at your face and you will know that you have failed. As a person, don't be too calculative. Since you already know where the person is, Then there won't be any chances in the future "

"Who exactly are you? Why are you helping me like this? " Mrs. Murong suddenly asked.

"Me? Of course I am a good person. Otherwise, why would I tell you the news several times and not need any benefits from you!" Although the old man was smiling, he didn't sound happy at all.

Mrs. Murong also felt the change in this person's tone and did not dare to ask anymore. At least until now, this person's words and actions did not have any ill intentions.

"Come today, I will tell you another piece of news. " The old man paced a few steps and suddenly stopped and said.

Mrs. Murong's pupils immediately enlarged. Every news of this person was not bad. This time, it must not be bad. "What news?"

"Hahaha, your precious son's comprehension is very high. The Four Dark Cloud Ghosts are not qualified to be his master. " The old man's voice seemed to still be drifting in the air, but he had already walked far away.

Mrs. Murong stood there blankly, not moving at all as she looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

In this world, except for Dark Cloud Ghost and herself, no one knew where Murong Ke was. Now, this old man had actually told her about Murong Ke's recent situation, and even his relationship with Dark Cloud Four Ghosts was crystal clear. This was too terrifying. She suddenly felt regret. She wanted to keep that old man, but she didn't have the chance anymore.

There were four swordsmen living on Dark Cloud Mountain. They were the Stealthed Swordsman, the Dread Swordsman, and the Desire Swordsman. Forty years ago, they were all world-shaking figures. Now, they had retired to Dark Cloud Mountain for the sake of karma. The four of them were brothers and sisters. They came from Dark Cloud Mountain and had also returned to Dark Cloud Mountain. People gave them a nickname, Dark Cloud Four Ghosts.

It was not that they looked like ghosts. It was that their saber techniques were strange and unpredictable. Even Murong Ying was at a disadvantage when he fought these four. One should know that Murong Ying was the first blade artist in Gusu City when he was young.

He still remembered the snow falling a few months ago and the loneliness that spread all over the place. The four old men stood in the snow and waited for a day and night. They were not fools, but they had a promise.

A middle-aged woman drove a carriage from the depths of the mountains. The snow fell on the woman's shoulder, but she did not care. She knew she had to hurry, because she was one day late to the appointed day.

The snow was too big and the mountain path was difficult to pass. As a woman who was pampered, it was not easy for Mrs. Murong to drive the carriage here. There were a few times when the carriage almost rolled down the slope.

"Oh heavens! She finally came!" The Greed Swordsman of the Four Ghosts stared at the carriage in the distance and shouted excitedly.

The few of them jumped up and down on the ground as if they were injected with stimulants. This was really good news. For people in their sixties, no matter how strong their willpower and inner energy were, it would be difficult for them to fight against the snow for a day and night. They had already done very well.

"Seniors, I'm really sorry that I'm late. " Mrs. Murong got off the carriage and quickly knelt down.

The saber user scolded with a smile. "I say, niece, you really don't treat us as old people. If you come back for a while, I will trouble you to bring us back. Bring the shovel, dig four holes, bury us all. "

Mrs. Murong burst into laughter, but the Infatuated Blade said with resentment: "Aiyo, what a heartless niece. We wasted so much of our time waiting for you!"

Sad Blade looked at the empty carriage and said in all seriousness, "Where's Chi'er?"

Mrs. Murong suddenly turned her head and found that the carriage was actually empty. The curtain of the carriage was spinning in the wind but the back door had been blown open by the wind at some point! She remembered that she had just passed by a bumpy place and the carriage suddenly shook a few times. She said miserably, "Oh no, I fell onto the road!"

The few of them rushed back as if they had gone crazy. After walking half of the Heavenly Road, they discovered that Murong Ke was lying in the snow with a large mouthful of snow in his mouth. Clearly, he had rolled down from the carriage.

"Aiyaya! Is Chi'er your biological child? How cruel!" The blade fanatic rubbed Murong Ke's injured forehead and scolded with a smile.

Mrs. Murong smiled apologetically, "It's good, it's good. I didn't break. "

"Where is Brother Murong?" Wanderer asked coldly.

Mrs. Murong wanted to say something but stopped. After a while, she said, "He is not coming. He said that he wants to try out that person's saber technique. If he is defeated, I will have to trouble a few seniors to train him into an adult. At that time, I will take revenge for him!"

The few of them stopped laughing and lowered their heads. They suddenly remembered that sunny afternoon. The mountain was bright and the sky was clear for thousands of miles. The four of them and Murong Ying sat in the green willow pavilion and listened to the mountain spring rushing past. The fragrance of flowers filled the surroundings. They looked at the beautiful scenery of the heaven and earth, drinking wine and sinking for thousands of miles.

Murong Ying was really old. He was even older than the four of them. They knew his strength and the fame of Xiao Nanfeng. The result was self-evident.

The few of them brought Murong Ke back to the mountain. Before Mrs. Murong left, she did not forget to remind them, "Seniors, the old master said that we should not show mercy and nurture him into an adult before releasing him. Otherwise, don't let him go down the mountain. "

The few of them nodded and smiled. "This old thing. Back then, he could not defeat us. Now, wanting his grandson to defeat us is really hard on him. Don't worry, niece. Leave this kid to us and don't think about running away. Unless, one day, we can't stop him anymore. "

When Murong Ke was sent here, Murong Ying had already passed away. The reason Mrs. Murong said so was because she had her own reasons. As long as Murong Ke did not go down the mountain, she would have a chance to solve Murong Ke's worries.

The worry in her heart was nothing more than Dugu Ming. That day, when she found Murong Ke carrying his luggage and kneeling in front of her door, She had already guessed everything. After asking, What? Not only did this brat want to be with Dugu Ming, the two of them also wanted to run away together. This was undoubtedly a bolt out of the blue for the Murong family. To Mrs. Murong, it was something that she did not even dare to think about.

Mrs. Murong deeply felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her from behind, but she didn't know how terrifying it was.

When the guest of Dugu family went there, There were more than a dozen of them, but only four or five of them came back. Dugu Kuang said coldly. "Where are they? Where are they? "

"Yes, Master. I don't know where they came from, but they all have knives in their hands. . . " Before the shorty could finish his sentence, Dugu Kuang had already rushed in front of him and lifted him up. He questioned, "What!? Then you all came back just like that? Where's Ming'er? "

" Old. . . Old master, I almost can't breathe. " The shorty panted heavily and squeezed out a few words from his throat.

Dugu Kuang threw him to the side and asked excitedly, "What exactly is going on? Is Eldest Miss alright?"

"Master, don't worry. Although the young ones are no match for that group of people, after the young ones withdraw, they observe carefully in the dark. There is no young lady inside. There is a powerful young man who chased those people away. " The shorty heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained.

Dugu Kuang also heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead. He said faintly. "Alright then. Go to the accountant and collect five hundred taels of silver. Send it to the dead brothers' house. "

Dugu Kuang originally wanted to secretly transport Dugu Ming back to the manor to take good care of her, but he never thought of this matter. But fortunately, he did not make a mistake, otherwise he would have been sad for the rest of his life.