Jianling

On the fourth day of Meng Xing's squatting in Bai Xiejiao, the new landlord, Jiang Zhiren, dressed in crimson red as his name suggests, personally waits beside him, reading Wen Zhumi's letter to him with a livid face.

When reading "I will choose a day to meet with you", Meng Xing finally opened his eyelids, flicked his whisk, and changed his position lazily: "Excuse me, what day is 'Selected Day'?"

Jiang Zhi gave him a blessing: "The protector is busy, at least in the next few days, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time to see you."

"Oh, then please ask the landlord to study ink, and write the letter for the poor." Meng Xing smiled knowingly, pointing at the desk with his fingertips, "Just write... It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day, or you will die tonight. "

Jiang Zhi's tense body trembled suddenly, and he didn't dare to look at Meng Xing at all, but Meng Xing didn't realize his fear, and asked gently, "Master, can't write?"

"...I will. Jiang Zhi will write it now."

Since this master visited Bai Xiejiao four days ago, he has made a fuss over Bai Xiejiao. In the past four days, no guests have dared to come. First time meeting.

However, Meng Xing's request was not about money or sex, but about seeing Yan and returning to life by name.

Yan Huansheng is well-known, and it is rumored that he loves Bai Xiejiao the most, but with Zhan Chunjun's ability, Drunken Sword dares to provoke Bai Xiejiao, but Bai Xiejiao absolutely does not dare, and Huanxizong is as stable as Mount Tai, listed in the top ten Mr. Nanke has not shown up for a long time, Jiang Zhi dare not make his own claim at all.

Fortunately, Wen Zhumi never really gave up on them, and at this critical moment, he still remembered to write a letter to appease Meng Xing, but unfortunately the words were ambiguous, Meng Xing obviously didn't like this.

However, Jiang Zhi's letter hadn't been delivered yet, and a disciple of the Huanxi Sect came to report that the two guardians had arrived at Baixiejiao and were just waiting to meet Daoist Meng.

Jiang Zhi turned her head in ecstasy, but there was no sign of Meng Xing on the most expensive couch, but after a while, Wen Zhumi's greeting with a smile came from the hall: "Drinking sword, long-awaited. "

Meng Xing hugged Fuchen and carried a long sword on his back, as if he was in a piece of white snow amidst the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, at this moment he looked at Wen Zhumi and Wen Meixun coldly, and nodded with a smile on his face: "It's the same for poor Taoists. "

Wen Meixun had drawn her sword out of its sheath a long time ago, and looked at Meng Xing warily. Although she was already in the top ten, she had never fought against Meng Xing, and she still had to protect Wen Zhumi, so she had to be cautious before going into battle. .Wen Zhumi saw her sister's nervousness, and stretched out his hand to press her sword hand: "Meng Daochang would not be so reckless."

Meng Xing smiled as a response.

"The taoist priest is dressed in the same clothes as Yundu Qianjin's cut-off gauze. The hairpin and pendant jade are the most precious suet white jade in Feidu. They are very suitable for the daoist priest. It is really good taste," Wen Zhumi smiled lightly. "The Taoist priest and His Highness the Second Highness must get along very well."

Meng Xing also smiled back, and explained without hiding his complacency: "The second apprentice is very good, but the things are all bought by the eldest apprentice."

Wen Zhumi was stunned for a moment, and thought over his words several times, but he didn't hear any implication, but Meng Xing's smile was so unpredictable that he had to read it carefully.

Until Wen Meixun said directly: "Your apprentice is rich, so it has nothing to do with you."

Meng Xing continued to laugh: "Not only is he rich, but he is also filial. Are you envious?"

Wen Zhumi: "..."

"Tch," Wen Meixun raised her eyebrows slightly, disdainfully said, "Zhumi is also very good."

"Not bad, but it's better to be a poor apprentice."

Wen Zhumi hastily interrupted the childish quarrel between the two, and changed the subject without a trace: "Is it Mr. Shen Zhongxuan? His performance in the sword test meeting three years ago was indeed amazing. I am afraid that except for that year Daoist, he is the biggest surprise in Jianghu."

Meng Xing blinked, and asked back, "Is Mr. Zhanchun missing?"

Wen Zhumi is as immovable as a mountain: "I am not of the same path as Mr. Zhanchun."

Meng Xing carefully watched the change of expression on his face, but unfortunately Wen Zhumi's superficial skills are really good, Meng Xing didn't catch any flaws for a long time, and replied: "It's okay, the poor are just asking. good."

"I heard that the Taoist chief has been looking for Mr. Zhanchun in Yundu for the past few days. This is too embarrassing for us." Wen Zhumi shifted his body to block Wen Meixun's hand that was about to move, and smiled gently, "Zhanchun It is true that Chun Jun used to come to Yundu to chat with me, but in the past three years, I have not seen him again."

Meng Xing was not surprised by his rhetoric, but just looked at him leisurely, and said for a moment: "Pindao has been looking for him for three years, and he has been looking for him in all thirteen prefectures. What do you think?"

Wen Zhumi was also taken aback by this sentence, and unconsciously looked at Wen Meixun, and asked tentatively: "...The Taoist priest and him..."

Wen Meixun added Wen Zhumi's unfinished meaning: "Is it a good match?"

Meng Xing: "?"

Wen Zhumi's eyes already had bits and pieces of excitement, Meng Xing feared that in a few days there would be rumors of his bitter love with Yan Huansheng from Qianbojiu, so he quickly raised his hand and waved away the burst of curiosity. Looking carefully, he took out a letter from his arms: "This is a letter written by Yan Huansheng to Pindao."

Wen Zhumi: "No."

His reaction was very flat, Meng Xing frowned slightly, this kind of reaction can be explained as Wen Zhumi expected this matter, or Wen Zhumi didn't care about their affairs, but the two are very different , Meng Xing did not dare to speculate on Wen Zhumi, so he could only observe for a while, and continued to ask: "He invited the poor Taoist, come to Bai Xiejiao to meet him."

Wen Zhumi said: "But he hasn't come these few days."

"Because Pindao came early."

Wen Zhumi's eyes were slightly cold, and he took the initiative to ask: "What do you want us to do for you?"

Meng Xing was not tactful, and nodded bluntly: "I really have something to ask."

"...my sister is in poor health, I'm afraid she is powerless, the Daoist still..."

Meng Xing interrupted him, and flicked his fly whisk at him very distressed: "My lord, the two poor disciples are both very clean, and they don't even have a good friend. One is the heir of the emperor, and the other is the noble son. Xiejiao, if this reputation is spread, where can I go to ask for a wife in the future? So Pindao is here to ask the young master to pass the news on his behalf, and ask Mr. Zhanchun to change the place to Thousand Bottles of Wine."

Wen Zhumi: "..."

Could it be that the purpose of this person coming over and arguing to see him is simply to show off that he has two apprentices?

"...Okay." Wen Zhumi smiled faintly, "When Lord Zhanchun comes over to Bai Xiejiao, I will tell you."

When Meng Xing heard him stress that he had nothing to do with Yan Huansheng, he simply responded with a chuckle: "I am very grateful."

"The Taoist priest is polite, but it's just a little effort." Wen Zhumi glanced at him and smiled again, "Today is the Shangyuan Festival, if the Taoist priest is not in a hurry to go back, you might as well look at the lanterns in Yundu, and let me do it for a while. Landlord's friendship."

"Okay, it just so happens that Miss Jiang Zhi has been working hard for the past few days."

Jiang Zhi, who had been afraid to say anything, trembled all over, Wen Zhumi explained for him: "Master, Jiang Zhi is a man."

Meng Xing said "Oh", and smiled at Jiang Zhi: "Don't worry, the poor eyes are not good, and the speech is not good, the apprentices used to speak for the poor."

Wen Zhumi glanced at him: "Mr. Shen is very talented, and His Highness the Second Highness has a high status. Only a god-like figure like Taoist Priest can teach them well."

"Miao Zan, Mr. Wen's mouth is really sweet, he is almost catching up with my apprentice."

Wen Zhumi was a little bit more tolerant than others, so when the rest of the people couldn't help their emotions, they just smiled noncommittally and turned slightly: "Master Dao, please."

And in Feidu, there were lanterns and festoons, all the lights were brightly lit, and it was as brilliant as day. Chu Wanzhen led Shen Shenxuan to run amok in the crowded crowd. Zhong Xuan apologized for her several times, and the precious Princess Shunning Without realizing it, she was still pulling him excitedly, her eyes following the dazzling lanterns of various colors.

The Shangyuan Festival is indeed one of the most lively festivals among the people. Vendors from all over the world are scrambling to sell their own items, and there are notes hanging from all the hanging lanterns. Lantern riddles can be said to be invincible, Shen Zhongxuan was dizzy from her excited laughter, so he could only follow her in a daze, trying to protect her as considerately as possible.

Chu Wanzhen guessed all the lantern riddles of a vendor, the boss was not angry, and asked her to choose a lantern with a smile. This is what Chu Wanzhen was waiting for, and immediately pulled Shen Shenxuan into the siege, and picked out two lanterns Flickering in front of his eyes: "Junior Brother, which one do you think looks better?"

With one hand in each hand, she stands tall in the middle of the crowd. She is dressed in a red dress like fireworks, and there are thousands of lights in her smiling eyes.Shen Zhongxuan stared at her blankly, inexplicably heard a bit of unreachable superior calm from her intimate questioning.

——A calmness very similar to Meng Xing.

Shen Zhongxuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he lowered his eyelashes, pointing to the more plain one on the left: "This one."

Chu Wanzhen twitched her red lips, happily picked up the one in her right hand, turned her head and said to the boss: "Then I want this one!"

Zhong Xuan had expected such an ending a long time ago, Chu Wanzhen always liked to be against him, and she also liked more gorgeous and delicate things.

The boss responded, and was about to put away the plain one, Shen Zhongxuan reached out to pick it up, and asked in a low voice, "How much is it?"

"Uh, that girl answered the lantern riddle correctly, and that lantern doesn't cost money."

Shen Zhongxuan shook his head, his brows and eyes were calm as usual: "I'll buy this one, how much?"

Chu Wan really didn't know where to hear the yelling again, she turned around and ran away, the two lanterns fell into the hands of Chong Xuan, and Chong Xuan calmly watched the place where Chu Wanzhen was, watching her and The peddler was blushing for a few pennies.

It's strange to say that when Chu Wanzhen first entered the teacher's school, he was rich and powerful, and wanted the best in everything, but after three years of personal education by Meng Xing, he also developed a good habit of bargaining, but neither of them liked it. With money, I have no concept of money, but simply enjoy the fun of bargaining, and feel comfortable physically and mentally after cutting down a penny or two.

Zhong Xuan thought subconsciously, maybe Chu Wan is really right with Meng Xing.

Whether it's appearance, or temperament, or how serious Chu Wanzhen is to Meng Xing.

Chu Wanzhen finally cut off a tael of silver, and immediately smiled: "Chongqing Xuan, come here and give the money!"

Shen Zhongxuan carried two lamps, squeezed against the crowd, and gave her money, only to realize that what she bought was a hairpin.

Chu Wanzhen talked about the price for a long time, and the peddler was very upset. He raised his eyes and saw the tall man who stood out from the crowd, so he swallowed his dissatisfaction and said with a shy smile: "So the girl bought the hairpin for this young man. Oh, my glass is the best glass, it is the best match for you!"

Zhong Xuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at her: "Buy it for Master?"

Chu Wanzhen nodded: "It's pretty."

Zhong Xuan couldn't bear to tell her the price of Meng Xing's outfit, so he took the hairpin and played with it for a while: "Let's make do."

"All right?" Chu Wanzhen stepped on his shoe and looked at him with crooked eyes, "How dare you look down on senior sister?"

Shen Zhongxuan said: "Ah Xing doesn't like glass hairpins. I broke one before, and I have always been worried about it. I feel that the later ones are not as good as that one."

Chu Wanzhen seldom cares about Meng Xing's clothes. In her opinion, Meng Xing is always good-looking. No matter what he wears, it makes people feel good-looking at first glance. Don't want to get along with it.

"Then don't want it." Chu Wanzhen frowned, and heard Zhong Xuan say "hey" again: "Maybe he will like what you gave it."

Chu Wanzhen sneered and asked, "You really think so?"

Chong Xuan was noncommittal.

The one that was broken earlier was his birthday present to Meng Xing, and Meng Xing didn't use the glass hairpin after that... Just now he said "the later ones are not as good as that one" is just his selfish wish, after all Meng Xing himself rarely paid attention to these.

...Maybe the later ones may not be as good as the earlier ones?

Zhong Xuan handed back the glass hairpin to Chu Wanzhen, paid for her, and the two walked to the upper reaches of the moat together.

The moat of Feidu passes through Pichen Mountain, and because of the existence of Pichenmen, this river is also called Pichen River. The river blessed by all the immortals is always the busiest here every time it comes to the Lantern Festival.

After all, it is the Lantern Festival, and many young boys and girls with spring hearts in the city gather at the upper reaches of the Pichen River. Thousands of lanterns float slowly down the river, and you push each other, which is more lively than their owners.

Both Zhongxuan and Chu Wanzhen are beautiful. Zhongxuan alone has picked up many girls' sachets along the way, not to mention Princess Shunning, who is known as the number one beauty, but compared with Zhongxuan who is gentle and understanding. Chu Wan is really not willing to give alms to other people at all.

Shen Zhongxuan turned down a few more girls by the Pichen River, and when he turned around, Chu Wanzhen was already standing by the river, waiting for him angrily after letting go of the lanterns: "Aren't you coming?"

"coming."

When the two of them got together, everyone else was overshadowed. Passers-by who were thoughtful at first didn't dare to have it now. After all, these two were born to be a good match, and they didn't look like brother and sister. After some interaction, they became even more intimate. You can see that there is no chance.

As expected, Chu Wanzhen kicked Chongxuan affectionately, and said with a sneer, "I've never seen a girl before, so I can't walk anymore?"

That kick was not strong, and the old god Shen Shenxuan felt it on the ground, turned his head and asked, "What did you write?"

Chu Wan said with a serious face: "The country is peaceful and the people are safe. What about you?"

Zhong Xuan is also serious: "There will be a good harvest."

Chu Wanzhen squinted at him for a while, then lifted her lips and said, "Are you still hiding it from Senior Sister?"

"Your Majesty, Junior Sister, you're worrying too much, why don't you make a wish?" Shen Zhongxuan withdrew his eyes from the river, his river lantern had already crashed into the others' river lanterns, and it was hard to tell each other apart, "It won't come true if you say it."

Chu Wanzhen nodded: "It's true, well, I forgive you."

Shen Zhongxuan also nodded: "Well, what I wrote is to hope that His Highness Junior Sister and Ah Xing can be happy with each other."

Chu Wanzhen subconsciously blushed, and the next second she remembered what he said, "It won't work if you say it", and immediately grinned her teeth in anger, and kicked her in the face, "You fucking want to die—!"

Shen Zhong Xuan Fuyi dodged it, and laughed a few times.

The noisy voices quickly covered up his laughter, and Shen Shenxuan looked at the river with a smile in his eyes. At this time, he could no longer see his river lantern, but the other river lanterns were still entangled and woven into one An incomparably bright galaxy.

And the light of those stars, as if it had just been stolen from the moon, was extra cautious when it shone into his eyes.

Therefore, those dim lights did not light up the darkness in his eyes at all.

—It was a desert.