A man in green robe next to Long Qingyun.

He looked at the back door intentionally or unintentionally. After seeing it, the sturdy officer in military uniform said sternly:

"Don't be lucky. The surroundings of Zuixianju are surrounded by water. You should surrender."

Long Qingyun jumped out of everyone, hugged the officer Piaoqiang, and said humbly: "When I was in Long Qingyun, the Minister of War, Mr. Meng Jie, recommended me to go to the Jianghuai Defense Line to be familiar with border affairs."

When the tough officer heard this, he was shocked and suddenly became happy and said loudly: "You are Long Qingyun, the champion of the West Lake sword competition. You are so young, you are indeed a hero-born boy."

The man bowed his fists and continued, "Pu Yunhao, deputy envoy of the Jiankang Mansion Training Group, has met Young Master Long, and asked him if he is the one who is good to you."

Before Meng Jie was appointed as the Minister of War, he garrisoned the Jianghuai defense line for many years, and Jiankang City was on the edge of the Yangtze River. Therefore, Long Qingyun took the banner of Meng Jie, and officials of Jiankang Prefecture should buy it.

Pu Yunhao, the deputy envoy of the group, looks like a wide face and a high nose, about thirty years old, and looks pretty and full of strength and ability. He pointed his hand at the two men in black who had just retreated and said, "Does Young Master Long recognize these two?"

Long Qingyun looked at Luo Suyuan. Luo Suyuan understood it and said loudly: "Report to Jun Ye, these two are the thieves He Chong and Wang Dong, and they have nothing to do with us."

When Pu Yunhao heard this, he was overjoyed and said, "Come, take these two people down." It turned out that the two people ran away when they saw the officers and soldiers, and were surrounded and blocked by the officers and soldiers they knew outside. They retreated into Zuixianju. The two lamented and surrendered without any help.

Pu Yunhao was still worried that the two of them knew Long Qingyun and it was difficult for him to deal with it. He was quite happy to solve the problem at this time and said loudly: "These two of them are wanted criminals. They never thought that they would dare to appear in Jiankang City with great fanfare."

At this time, a middle-aged man came over and bowed to Pu Yunhao and said, "Official, who should I pay for the broken seat bench? I will ask the official to decide." This man is a medium-sized talent, with a white face and a slightly fat face, and looks like a merchant. He is the shopkeeper of Zuixianju, who just returned to the store with the officers and soldiers.

Luo Suyuan stepped forward, took out a silver ingot from his arms, which was twelve taels, and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying, "Is this enough?"

The shopkeeper took the silver ingot and smiled and said, "Enough, enough!" In fact, Luo Suyuan calculated that the combined ten taels of silver for the broken tables and chairs and food was enough.

Nan Yong usually uses copper plates for dinner. It is rare for Luo Suyuan to take out a ingot of twelve taels of silver.

If you are so generous, you are either rich or noble. You should know that in Nanyong, you can buy a maid for seven or eight taels of silver.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Pu Yunhao looked towards Long Qingyun. Everyone surrounded Long Qingyun, and it seemed that they were all together.

Pu Yunhao hugged Long Qingyun and said, "The matter here has been handled. Do you have any explanation for Young Master Long?"

Long Qingyun smiled and clasped his fists to Pu Yunhao and said, "I'm upset Lord Pu, thank you for helping you today!" His attitude was sincere.

Pu Yunhao said righteously and said, "Young Master Long, don't be polite. Maybe one day I will rely on you." After that, he led his subordinates out of Zuixianju with a move.

There were sounds of steps outside the door, and in an instant, all the officers and soldiers left.

Long Qingyun thought to himself: "As the deputy history of the group training, Pu Yunhao also cared about the trivial matters of fighting? This person was meticulous in his work and had a long way to get around Zuixianju before appearing again. Even if Luo Suyuan set up a post, he was surrounded."

In fact, Pu Yunhao must be personally and loyal to his duties. He is a powerful general. He will be mentioned on the battlefield later and will not be expressed for the time being.

Luo Suyuan pointed to Ximen Jiong next to him and said to Long Qingyun: "Young Master Long, what do you think about dealing with this person?"

At this time, Ximen Jiong, the "North Eagle of the Frontier", drooped his head and stood beside him with a dejected look. He had just seen Long Qingyun's power so great that he dared not leave easily, waiting for Long Qingyun to speak.

Long Qingyun glanced at Ximen Jiong's embarrassing appearance, his left shoulder was covered in blood, and said in a deep voice: "This person should not be the object of your capture. He suffered too, so let him leave." Mo Zhixuan next to him agreed to Long Qingyun's opinion without any comment.

Luo Suyuan Long said, "What the Long Young Master said is that if this man hadn't come out and inserted a shot, we wouldn't have targeted him." After that, he signaled that Ximen Jiong could leave.

Ximen Jiong was granted a general amnesty and left in a mess.

Luo Suyuan introduced the middle-aged man in gray robe and five men in blue shirts to Long Qingyun. It turned out that the middle-aged man in gray robe was called Lei Hu, and the other men in blue shirts were all young disciples in Ma Wei's army.

The effort of a cup of tea.

Under the leadership of Luo Suyuan, Long Qingyun and Mo Zhixuan came to a courtyard in the northern suburbs of Jiankang City.

This is a quiet and elegant courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River. The bamboos are lush and the grass is green. Two tall culprit trees stand on both sides of the courtyard outside the main hall, showing a mighty look.

As soon as he entered the gate, Luo Suyuan shouted happily: "Brother Yuchi, see who I brought!"

At this time, a tall and mighty middle-aged man walked out of the main hall. He was 45 or 46 years old, wearing a gray robe, a national face, and a very magnificent figure. He suddenly saw Long Qingyun, who was out of the world and the agile Mo Zhixuan, and seemed a little surprised.

Luo Suyuan quickly pointed at Long Qingyun and introduced: "Brother Yuchi, this is Long Qingyun. He knows how to use Moxing sword technique and is the descendant of General Yuan."

Luo Suyuan said something slammed, and his face couldn't hide his excitement and excitement.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man with gray robe showed a spring-like smile on his face and said in a deep voice: "Are you the first in the West Lake sword contest?"

Long Qingyun bowed forward and said, "I pay homage to Senior Yuchi, I am the junior."

This person was Yuchi Xiong, the deputy commander of the Wei army under Yuan Dingtian's tent. He was very pleased to see Long Qingyun's humble attitude and righteous look on his face. He was also the descendant of Yuan Dingtian.

Yuchi Xiong nodded slightly and said, "It turns out that he is a young man. He shines in the West Lake sword contest at such a young age. When he goes to the battlefield, he is even more proud of me, Nanyong."

Speaking of this, Yuchi Xiong seemed to remember something, sighed, and thought to himself: "It's a pity that General Yuan died young, otherwise he would look north to China and restore the Central Plains to the north."

While talking, several people walked into the living room.

Yuchi Xiong sat in the main seat above, Long Qingyun and Luo Suyuan sat on both sides of the living room, and Mo Zhixuan and Lei Hu sat in turn.

In an instant, two men in green robe brought the tea, and the tea scent came out of the teapot, which was the smell of Longjing, West Lake.

Long Qingyun picked up the West Lake Longjing in front of him and took a sip. The aromatic taste of the mouth was mellow and aftertaste. It was the authentic Mingqian Longjing.

Long Qingyun, who was in a relaxed mood, said aloud:

"Senior Yuchi, you are known as the Divine Sword Sect, and you have made a lot of trouble in the world. What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!