Jianling

Wen Zhumi's friendship with the landlord was very considerate, not only personally accompanied him to the Lantern Market, but also specially arranged a singing and dancing feast, most of the disciples of the Huanxi Sect were proficient in musical instruments, singing and dancing, it was indeed a rare audio-visual feast.And Meng Xing was at the top table, and he didn't refuse the waiter who came to throw himself into his arms, he just drank the wine silently with a smile on his face, and looked at Wen Zhumi across the air, they both smiled and didn't say much.

The lead dancer had soft limbs, and after the dance thanked the reward, she took the initiative to pour wine. Meng Xing propped his chin and looked at her with a gentle smile. Before the dancer shyly avoided her eyes, Meng Xing He said, "This girl is really pretty."

Wen Zhumi saw that he had been sitting still, and had given up his thoughts, but when he heard his words, he immediately responded: "This is the best of our generation, called Ren Meng..."

Meng Xing interrupted him: "The eyes are like poor apprentices."

Wen Zhumi: "..."

Wen Meixun put down his wine glass, frowned unhappily, and said proactively: "Master Taoist, rest when you're drunk, we've already arranged it."

"Huh?" Meng Xing drinks quite well, and even Feng Henwan often can't compete with him. In his eyes, this kind of alcohol is just a joke. Wen Meixun's words obviously annoyed him, "Mr. Nanke, why are you so anxious, I respect you A glass."

Wen Zhumi said: "My sister can't drink enough, I'm the next generation for her."

Meng Xing was not polite, he poured him four or five cups in a row before asking with a smile: "The poor Taoist just happens to have a question, do you two want to help the poor Taoist?"

Wen Zhumi pulled himself together and tried his best to get rid of the drunkenness: "Speak everything you know, talk endlessly."

"That's... that," Meng Xing tapped his forehead, tried to organize his words, and asked, "Who are you who is Yan Huansheng?"

Wen Zhumi said indifferently: "A benefactor."

"Then is he good?"

"Compared to my martial arts, he is naturally powerful."

"Compared to your sister?"

Wen Zhumi, who answered fluently, paused unconsciously, and met Wen Meixun's glance, Wen Meixun answered for him: "No distinction between top and bottom."

Meng Xing raised his eyes, raised his lips teasingly, and asked lightly, "But isn't it because Feng Lang's tendons are blocked that he can't practice?"

Wen Meixun said: "Xiao Shuhua..." Before she finished speaking, she stopped immediately. The red cloud on Wen Zhumi's face had already dissipated. What does Lang not being able to practice have anything to do with Yan Huansheng?"

"Tch," Meng Xing waved his hand, looking at Wen Meixun with shining eyes, "Young Master Nan Ke just said... Xiao Shuhua, right? Practicing martial arts, and getting twice the result with half the effort... so Feng Lang is also doing the same."

Wen Meixun lowered her eyelashes, drank a few sips of tea in silence, but heard Meng Xing continue joking in a leisurely manner: "What are you afraid of, I am not a fool, Feng Lang has been missing for three years, and Yan Huansheng has also been missing for three years." Nian—in this world, as long as there is a name and surname, how can there be someone that even the court eagles and dogs can't find?"

"It turns out that the Taoist priest had predicted it a long time ago." Wen Zhumi nodded lightly, and Meng Xing also realized it, and smiled at him: "Yes, Pindao guessed it himself, and Huanxizong never revealed it at all. .”

In the past three years, he and Feng Henwan secretly communicated letters, and the two traveled all over the thirteen prefectures from south to north, looking for Yan Huansheng and Feng Lang whose whereabouts were unknown, and at the same time, using part of the pagodas led by Chu Wanzhen The doorman went to the government offices of various states to investigate whether there were any men with the surname Yan who looked similar to Yan Huansheng. With the intervention of the court, the Yangchuan government really accelerated the investigation of the Shen family's extermination case, and soon gave the exact murderer's side. Writing, all pointing to a strong man with strong martial arts and good at wielding long swords.

Meng Xing never mentioned these things in front of Shen Zhongxuan and Chu Wanzhen, but now that Xiao Tongbei's hidden danger is missing, his behavior can be said to be unassuming. Although he will no longer appear in the sword interview, there is never a lack of anecdotes related to him in the world.

However, there is no record of Yan Huansheng among the men surnamed Yan, and with the fact that Yan Huansheng and Feng Lang are also missing, and Yan Huansheng's ambiguous attitude towards Feng Lin, Meng Xing has long speculated about Yan Huansheng .It's just that he still has doubts about Feng Lang's sudden change in temperament and his sudden acquisition of martial arts. He stayed in Yundu for the past few days, hoping to get some clues from the Wen family siblings.

Poor Wen Zhumi is shrewd, but Wen Meixun is really simple and straightforward, and she can get words out of her mouth with just a few words. It is no wonder that the two siblings have a tacit understanding of the division of labor. In front of people, Wen Zhumi has always spoken for his sister ——I don't know whether it should be said that Wen Zhumi's fox pretended to use Wen Meixun's martial arts, or Wen Meixun was relying on Wen Zhumi's bluffing mouth.

Wen Zhumi was indeed a little embarrassed, after all, Feng Lang and Yan Huansheng's identities were only speculated secretly by him, if Feng Lin found out that it was him who exposed them, although he would not be afraid of Feng Lin, it would still be a big trouble.However, he didn't dare to underestimate Meng Xing at first, and the verbal dispute with Meng Xing was defeated. In the final analysis, it was because Meng Xing's martial arts were superior to them, otherwise he would not have been distracted and worried about Meng Xing's sudden attack and ignored the verbal trap.

Meng Xing got what he wanted, stretched lazily, pushed aside the case and stood up, drank the last drop of wine in the glass, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hospitality, I will not bother you if you are poor."

Wen Zhumi stared at him, and suddenly asked: "You or Lihua Yan, who is better?"

Meng Xing chuckled and looked back at him: "Poverty is in front of you, Feng Lin is thousands of miles away."

Wen Zhumi nodded slightly: "That's right. The hospitality is not good, and I still hope Haihan... come and send Meng Daochang out of the city."

Meng Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the moon rising in the sky outside the window, but he didn't get angry with him, and nodded calmly: "I'm sorry."

Not long after Meng Xing walked out, Wen Meixun suddenly crushed a cup, and went to Wen Zhumi's side with self-blame: "...Sorry, I was talking too fast."

"No," Wen Zhumi turned his face away, smiling very softly, he raised his hand and patted Wen Meixun's shoulder, looking at the face that was almost identical to his own, "Sister, don't think too much, you should blame me for my poor martial arts , otherwise we wouldn't be so afraid of Meng Xing... and we wouldn't have to be restricted by Yan Huansheng."

Wen Meixun lowered her head, feeling undiminished with guilt: "Afterwards... what should I do when Li Huayan finds me? I heard that Feng Lin and Meng Xing have a close personal relationship, so he will definitely not be angry with Meng Xing on the surface. , but settle accounts with us..."

Wen Zhumi shook his head calmly: "Meng Xing will settle things for us."

"You believe him?"

"We must trust him." Wen Zhumi paused, "I will also take measures."

Wen Meixun was taken aback: "How?"

"It's too late, we'll discuss it tomorrow." Wen Zhumi smiled at her, "Okay sister, take me back to my room, I'm a little drunk."

Wen Meixun was still flustered, but she was used to obeying Wen Zhumi's words, and seeing that Wen Zhumi was a little bit drunk, it was inconvenient to say anything now, and walked out of the hall with his arm.When Wen Zhumi was about to go out, he suddenly stopped, turned his head with a smile, and looked at the dancing girl Ren Meng standing in the hall with her head bowed.

Wen Meixun had already left the lobby, when she heard Wen Zhumi's soft and soft voice, she called "Ren Meng" indistinctly, and after saying a few words, she walked out of the lobby with a smile, and she sent her back to the room.

Wen Meixun held back for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and asked him in a low voice: "What did you say to Ren Meng?"

Wen Zhumi blinked and said: "She said she danced very well tonight, and she will continue to work hard in the future."

Wen Mei found out.

Meng Xing was indeed sent out of Yundu by Huanxi sect's disciples faithfully. This place is not too far from Fei. If he uses lightness kung fu, he can return before dawn.

But he suddenly didn't want to go back in a hurry. Meng Xing saw a faint light not far away at a glance. He remembered that Yundu was downstream of Feidu, and the Pichen River would flow out of Feidu and then enter Yundu—after entering Yundu, it It is also called Huanxi River by the disciples of Huanxizong.

This is probably a naive contest between the two sects.

Meng Xing impromptuly walked to the riverside, looking at the few river lanterns that survived the salvage by the government, he expected them to be in a vast area before they left the city, but it's a pity that the only ones that survived the salvage were these few in twos and threes .

Meng Xing has always had no conscience, so he broke off a dead tree branch on a whim, randomly picked a river lantern on the river, identified a few ink marks soaked by the river water on it, and finally vaguely guessed what it was related to Fengyue. Then he threw it back into the river and went to catch another one.

He remembered that Chu Wanzhen always attached great importance to these festivals, and he was not here this year, probably because he begged Zhong Xuan to accompany her.

I don't know if these river lanterns also carry the wishes of Zhong Xuan and Chu Wan, it would be interesting if they can be caught.

Thinking of this, his hand to salvage the river lantern suddenly paused.

If he really finds Shen Chongxuan and Chu Wanzhen Hedeng, will it hinder the realization of their wishes?

What kind of wish will Chong Xuan make? ——Chu Wanzhen is easy to guess, most of it is the improvement of martial arts, beautiful appearance, and the idea of ​​being a good husband. If you are more generous, maybe Princess Shunning will pray for peace in the world and foreign countries come to court, but his Yuan Yuan will agree. What wish?

Meng Xing sometimes thinks of Shen Chongxuan's smiling eyes, which are always as gentle as warm jade soaked in snow water.

He should remember to take revenge, even though he usually behaves with ease and does not look like he harbors deep-seated hatred at all, but Meng Xing will never forget the child who worshiped under a memorial tablet for a long time three or four years ago , Every time Chong Xuan cried bitterly back then, no matter whether Chong Xuan still cared about it or remembered it, Meng Xing guessed that he would never forget it.

All the crying and crying that day were accusing the cruelty of the world and the powerlessness of mortals.And among the shadows, secretly meeting with the five-year-old Prince Gong's son, the dilapidated mansion, the blood stains all over the floor, he didn't know whether Shen Zhongxuan really let go, he only knew that he dreamed of Prince Gong's mansion every night when he was young , had no choice but to choose a more painful silence, raised a smile under the shadow of the river of blood, and responded to Meng Wubei's gentle concern the next day.

Meng Xing felt even more heartbroken once he thought that Shen Zhongxuan might also be suffering from what he had suffered.

Neither Feng Lin nor Feng Henwan could understand his obsession with the case of Shen's family, but he knew that he knew Shen Shenxuan's precocity and understanding, the more Shen Shen Xuan didn't want to trouble him, the more he had to solve this case as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would not be able to believe for a moment that Zhong Xuan's smile was from the bottom of his heart.

Meng Xing casually dropped the branch and tapped on his legs that were numb from squatting for a long time. The dim stars were hidden in the shallow river. He smiled at the surface of the river and took the stars into his eyes, showing a smile bright.

"As a teacher, I just went to Yundu to play for a few days. I didn't do anything bad with anyone, and I didn't drink alcohol. Yuanyuan must be at ease." He said softly to the river, with a clear smile at the end of his eyes, then lowered his head, He sniffed the smell on his clothes vigilantly, but after all, he drank too much wine, so he couldn't smell the smell of wine, so he said again, "Well... Wen Zhumi forced me to drink a little, just A little bit."