The rain outside the window is fast and slow.

Jiang Yi curled up like a baby in a thin quilt, half asleep and half awake, and her hands were fumbled beside her, looking for the man beside her.

After touching for a while, there was no man around me...

Where is the man...

!

Jiang Yi suddenly woke up and raised her head.

The room was calm and the objects were placed on the table, but Zuo Lingquan disappeared.

She quickly sat up and looked at the gray sky outside the open window, and couldn't tell whether it was morning or dusk. The little bird dumpling was a little bored and walked around the windowsill in her eight-character steps. Seeing her awakening, she quickly flew over with her small wings.

"call……"

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and caught Tuanzi and asked:

"Where has Zuo Lingquan gone?"

"grumble."

The dumpling opened its bird's beak, first asked for a bird's food, then raised its small wings and pointed out the window.

Jiang Yi got up and went downstairs, walked to the window and glanced at him, but saw Zuo Lingquan sitting on the tea stall below, with a bunch of wine pots next to him, holding a wine bowl in his hand and a one-pod on the bench, and said in great interest:

"... At that time, the wife and the lady from the surrounding counties heard that I and I were fighting on the city gate tower, so I ran to the floor beneath the city wall and waited overnight. My white robe fell on the city gate tower with a sword, and my folding fan was spread. What did Mr. Song guess?"

"Those girls are shouting?"

"I underestimated me now. I fainted two people on the spot, and the rest were stunned."

"Is that so? Who won the one-on-one challenge in the end?"

"The fight was not started, and the one on the opposite side was smashed away by the lady below with eggs and vegetables before she could even take action. It was impossible to win."

"Haha, I have the style of my husband back then, come and go..."

…????

Jiang Yi was stunned, and she didn't expect that Zuo Lingquan could drink so much with an unknown old man in this unfamiliar place.

What is this talking about?

Jiang Yi wanted to scream, but remembered that she had just woken up. She turned around to get water and wash, then put on makeup in front of the dressing table, then turned around and came to the window and coughed twice:

"Ahem."

Zuo Lingquan asked Tuanzi to stare at Jiang Yi. He knew that Jiang Yi was awake. At this time, he put down the wine bowl and stood up:

"Let's go, let's follow Mr. Song to visit Bitan Villa."

Jiang Yi slept for a long time, and didn't know anything, and was a little confused. However, she didn't say much. After packing her belongings, she went to the lobby to check in, and followed Zuo Lingquan to outside Qingquan Town.

On the way, Zuo Lingquan explained to Jiang Yi quietly, and Jiang Yi understood the whole story. While Zuo Lingquan and Song Chi were chatting, they secretly observed the situation around them.

Bitan Villa is built on the hillside of Qingquan Mountain. It is quite large in scale. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by green forests, and the scenery is unique in the entire Zezhou.

This time, the villa's banquet was the 80th birthday of the old owner. All the famous celebrities in Zezhou arrived. On Liulin Avenue leading to the villa, people carrying swords and swords could be seen everywhere.

Song Chi is the leader of Zezhou Jianghu, and his prestige is not low. He is polite with all kinds of friends along the way. Zuo Lingquan just followed behind and had no intention of making friends and chatting.

The two followed Song Chi to the gate of the villa. When the owner of the manor Tang Hong heard the news, he was very proud of his face and came to the door to greet him in person:

"Old Song came to the door and was embarrassed to welcome him. I am really ashamed..."

Song Chi was beaten down ten times, but the demeanor of the master of the martial arts world was still there and he was very enthusiastic about politeness.

Zuo Lingquan walked among the crowd and looked up at Tang Hong wearing an ordinary brocade robe, a hooked nose, bright eyes and a very well-proportioned figure. At first glance, he was a skilled practitioner. As long as a practitioner does not show any signs of dew, it is difficult for him to see the details from his appearance. He did not see whether he had the foundation for his practice.

Zuo Lingquan followed into the villa and walked between the corridors, terraces and pavilions. He faintly felt that the water of the five elements in the villa was richer than other places.

Jiang Yi looked at the lotus pond outside the corridor with a large area. The water in the pond was green and clear, which was obviously lively water. The villa was halfway up the mountain, and the water source could not come from Shanling River, and there must be a spring mouth hidden in the villa.

After checking for a while, the two looked at each other and saw from each other that they suspected that the villa was probably the source of the skeleton of Dahuangling.

But no matter how suspicious the two of them were, they couldn't ask directly.

If Zuo Lingquan wants to confirm his guess, he still has to find a way to find out the details of Tang Hong...—

It was already dusk when Song Chi came to Bilian Hall in the middle of the villa, and it was already dark.

It was drizzling outside, and the lights were brightly lit in the huge hall. There were singers invited from the county town dancing in the lobby.

Dozens of Taishi Chairs and Tea Cases are placed on the left and right, and the famous celebrities in Zezhou are sitting in it.

The old manor Tang Tiejin, with gray hair, sat on the top; Song Chi's position in the world was second only to Tang Tiejin, and sat on the second chair and faced Tang Hong.

Zuo Lingquan has no name or surname. He is not qualified to sit in this kind of occasion. He just stood in front of Song Chi's apprentice with Jiang Yi and looked at the scene in the hall.

Those who can sit here know each other. A bald man sitting under Song Chi also seemed to have some status. After saying a few words, he began to fan the flames:

"When the old owner of Tang was not confused, he met Mr. Song who had just come out of the mountain and was suppressed by the God-Shaking Fist for 30 years. Who would have thought that on his 80th birthday, Mr. Song would go on to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Tang. What do you think this means?"

Everyone present is a gangster and has a cheerful personality. It is common to mock and tease each other. Someone asked with a smile:

"Feng Shui turns around?"

The bald man waved his hand: "This is called good kung fu in hand, not as good as bed fu; it is better to have a good son than to practice hard for a lifetime."

"Hahaha……"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall was filled with laughter, and even Song Chi agreed with this.

Tang Tiejin, who was sitting in the head, laughed and scolded:

"It's also a skill to have a good son. Who made Song Chiguang good at hand? He couldn't do it in bed? I was suppressed by Song Chi for thirty years, so why didn't I be proud of myself in my old age for ten years?"

"Old Master Tang, what's the point of making a name for himself? I have a way to do it. Since you have good skills in bed, why not change the arena and compete with Mr. Song in bed..."

"Hahaha……"

...

Jiang Yi frowned slightly as she listened to these vulgar words, but she didn't say anything, just secretly observing Tang Hong's depth.

Zuo Lingquan looked at it for a moment, unable to understand Tang Hong's reality. After thinking about it, he walked behind Song Chi and whispered softly:

"Old Song..."

Song Chi was also laughing at the bald man who was unrestrained. He was stunned when he heard the sound. He looked back and confirmed that Zuo Lingquan was not joking. He nodded slightly, looked at everyone in a blink of an eye and laughed loudly:

"It's all old bones with half a foot in the ground. No matter how old the sword is, it's not as good-looking as the young man who is fierce in the competition. Old Master Tang relied on his son to suppress Song for ten years, and I was convinced, but I didn't give birth to a strong son, which does not mean that I have no future juniors."

As soon as these words came out, the hall of joy became quiet. Dozens of famous celebrities in the world moved their eyes to Song Chi.

Those present were all the people in the martial arts world who had been struggling all their lives, and they were clearly distinguished from teasing and laughing.

Song Chi obviously dissatisfied with what he said and wanted to find a place.

Tang Tiejin's smile was a little calmer, and he looked at Song Chi's two apprentices in a blink of an eye:

"Ten years ago, Tang Hong brought back the face of Bitan Villa at the banquet where Brother Song was washing hands. Today, did Brother Song want his apprentice to get the face back on my 80th birthday?"

Tang Hong held the teacup and smiled calmly: "Old Mr. Song's fist, everyone present was convinced. I could win and took advantage of the 'fist fear of being young'. Mr. Song's two apprentices are younger than me, but if you want to come to find a place, you may have to practice for another thirty years."

This is not arrogant, or even a bit modest.

Everyone here is a discerning person. Song Chi's two apprentices can only be considered mean. Even if they practice for a lifetime, they will never reach the height of Song Chi, let alone challenge Tang Hong.

Song Chi leaned on the Taishi chair with a strong aura. He raised his hand and pointed back:

"This is my distant nephew. I have been traveling in the capital in previous years. This time I went out to Zezhou. I heard that I was being beaten up for ten years and felt angry, so I wanted to make a name for my distant uncle. So I brought it to you this time and have a visit to the owner of Tang."

Zuo Lingquan stood behind the Taishi Chair, raised his hand and held his fists, his eyes slightly awkward:

"My younger brother Zuo Lengyan has met two owners."

Jiang Yi knew that Zuo Lingquan wanted to test Tang Hong's background, so she was not surprised by this. She stood with her hands behind her back and honestly became a maid holding a sword.

Tang Tiejin and Tang Hong and his son both looked at Zuo Lingquan with surprise. They could not see much except for their handsome appearance.

However, Song Chi has accumulated a reputation in the world for a lifetime. No matter how old she is, she cannot bring an embroidered pillow to show off her ugly appearance. With Song Chi recommending her, the guests in the hall are still a little serious, whispering to find out the origin of this young man.

Tang Hong looked at Zuo Lingquan for a few glances and said with a smile:

"Old Mr. Song is very imposing."

"Why do you call a young man if you don't be angry? When the Lord of Tang came to me ten years ago, his aura was even stronger than his."

Tang Tiejin rubbed the teacup, thought for a while and spoke:

"The world is like the new wave pushing the old wave. If your nephew really can defeat Tang Hong today, what's wrong with me continuing to call you "Song Hero". Tang Hong, go and meet Zuo Shaoxia. Today is a great day, don't hurt others."

Everyone in the lobby did not expect that they would come to the banquet today and would still be able to collide with this kind of scene of a young tiger fighting the old dragon. The atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic.

Tang Hong didn't say much, stood up and signaled outside the lobby:

"Young Master Zuo, please."

Song Chi knew Tang Hong's power, and even though he "knows" Zuo Lingquan's depth, he still turned his head and reminded him:

"It is a good thing to be young and energetic, but you have no eyes and don't show off. You must be generous when you win or lose."
To be continued...