"Young heroes, please stay in Luoyang in the near future," Luoyang prefect went out to send the disciples of Huashan Sect out, laughing, "After all, the case of King Fu's murder is still under investigation, so the officials can only do this."

Linghu Chong raised his sword and bowed and smiled, "Don't worry, my junior brothers still have to go out of the city to do things, I'll wait in the city. However, the assassin is afraid..."

"Hey, this is very difficult to say. Who knows what the assassin rushed to?" The prefect shook his head, "Forget it, the Jinyiwei intervened, and the emperor's imperial envoy will come soon. I think the truth will be revealed in the future. You must be more careful when you wait. The more you are, the more you must be vigilant and not be framed. If you encounter any trouble here, the lower officials may not be able to explain to the general."

This Guan'er has a good attitude, but the more Linghu Chong thinks about it, the more strange it becomes.

He was a prefect of Luoyang and a high-ranking official who monitored King Fu nearby. He did not have much contact with the western border. How could he show his closeness to the Western Army?

"Be careful, these officials are more sensible. We must ensure that communication with the caravan is not interrupted at any time," Linghu Chong asked Shi Daizi, "Have your master's wife sent a letter?"

Shi Daizi was in charge of correspondence with Huashan.

"Senior Brother, since Master Master's wife asked us to go down the mountain to experience it, I'm afraid we won't be able to write us so soon," Shi Daizi leaned closer and whispered, "Senior Brother, can't you still see it?"

Linghu Chong looked at these junior brothers strangely.

"Oh, how simple it is. Dad had already passed on the senior brother Zixia Gong, and later taught Changchun Gong. Wouldn't it be to let you be the leader in the future?" Yue Lingshan curled her lips, "This time we asked us to go to Jiangnan to let you learn more responsibility."

Linghu Chong was speechless. Are you afraid that so many pedestrians would hear this?

"That's right, senior brother, you can't even push it away," Lu Dayou smiled and pushed Hu Chong with his shoulders, and said, "Otherwise, you can't be a free and easy son, and you want to be a junior sister..."

"Liuhouer, do you believe it or not and give your monkey three pounds of poison?" Yue Lingshan glared.

Since he had contact with the Western Army, the disciples of the Huashan Sect are no longer so pedantic. It is normal to carry some poisons for "self-defense" when walking around the world. Yue Lingshan is the least attentive in practicing martial arts. Before going down the mountain, he stole a bag of poisons that Nianxia wanted from the Western Army's Drug Research Institute from the backyard of Huashan. A few days ago, he also dealt with two disciples of the Demon Sect.

Lu Dayou's face changed and hurriedly hid far away. He was not afraid of martial arts competitions, but only for poison competitions. The Huashan Sect, now the master of poison is Feng Buping and Master Feng, but he is fine with martial arts skills, and he also loves Yue Lingshan the most. This woman is also a guy who doesn't care about anything and has exhausted her popularity for a long time. This has caused her to have all kinds of poisons but is not proficient in it.

The disciples of Huashan Sect have an unspoken rule that goes without saying: poisoning, don’t let the junior sister go.

"There are still traces to detoxification when others poison it. It is hard to describe the poisoning of the junior sister." Even Linghu Chong thought so.

Linghu Chong patted Liu Houer's head and said with a smile: "Okay, King Fu was killed, we can't escape the suspicion. Staying in Luoyang is also to avoid such a huge trouble." Then there was no solution, "Go and drink."

However, after all, he took on some responsibility, so he made three rules with his junior brothers: "No more than three taels, you must also look at me."

I found a familiar wine shop for a while, but it was the most common one. It was a reed mat on the outside and only seven or eight tables inside. The operator was a woman of twenty-five or six, and her husband was cooking.

"A jar of wine, ten kilograms of buns, and some meat and vegetables," Linghu Chong put down half a tael of silver, "Just eat all over the place."

The woman smiled and said, "You are really different from others."

Luoyang has gradually gained more disciples from various sects in the world. As long as these people are disciples from major sects, no one will start with just one tael of silver, especially in small restaurants where people in the world often appear.

Sects compete for more than just strength, but also face.

Just like the disciples of the Songshan Sect, when they transported some refugees to the foot of Songshan, there were more than three or five people who would have to pay a tael of silver for a meal. If they met another sect, they would spend more money.

The Huashan School is different.

Perhaps because he was too deeply influenced by Yue Buqun, Linghu Chong dared not be generous now. He went out and paid ten taels of silver. He still had half of them left when he went home. On the way, he occasionally found a rich and unkind rich man on the way, and said, "Your silver is destined to be my Huashan." It naturally cannot count. Now he is taking his junior brothers and sisters out, Linghu Chong is becoming more and more careful. He can't sleep if he spends more than two taels of silver every day.

After hearing the woman's words, Linghu Chong was not angry and smiled and said, "Sister, we don't have many people in Huashan, and we don't have much money. We can't stand this life without saving some money."

After all, it was a young woman. Yue Lingshan felt that she couldn't bear it for her face, so she hurriedly pulled Hu Chong and whispered: "It's better to eat at home."

The meaning is very obvious, buy more delicious food!

"Where is it, Master goes down the mountain and spends less than two taels of silver a month. He also has to count the gifts he brings to us." Linghu Chong looked around his disciples. When it was time to eat or spend money, these junior brothers and sisters were unhappy, so he criticized, "Do you think the master's wife has no money? Master went down the mountain and only had ten taels of silver last year, and there were eight taels of silver this year. Do you have no ability to get money? We should be taught by words and deeds and should not be arrogant and extravagant, let alone this time going down the mountain to save people and provide disaster relief, how can you spend money like flowing water?"

As soon as the words were finished, the curtain was lifted and three people appeared in the small winery.

I saw an old man, who was like a seventy-year-old man, with a gourd on his head and a luggage on his back, an old face like an orange-skinned one, and his eyes seemed to have divine light in the slightly dim house. This was a master with extremely profound internal skills.

There are two next to it. On the left is a tall and thin man in blue dress, dressed as a scholar, describing him as a long and narrow man, holding a fan in his hand; on the right is an old man, sloppy, but like a ginseng, with a rosy complexion, wearing a shabby and clean gray dress, and his mouth full of official words that taste the original flavor is noisy and tugging with the old man in the middle.

Linghu Chong reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand, and flashed to the table and bowed, "Senior Ping, senior, senior Zu, it's really a coincidence. We met again. Haven't the three of them identified yet?"

The three of them were shocked, and snorted with a snorkeling, looking at Linghu Chong's long sword with some fear. He suffered a great loss under the Dugu Nine Swords.

The two of them looked strange, but they were not afraid of Linghu Chong. Instead, they looked at Miss Yue holding a beige bag that was always inseparable, smiling and looking at them with a smile.

The old senior shouted: "Girl, poisoning is not a method of a famous family!"

The disciples of Huashan Sect laughed and stretched out their hands and found a small paper bag from their bodies.
Chapter completed!