Jianling

When everything is recovering, when it is warm and cold, other cities and states are still silent, and Yundu is bustling as usual. Baixiejiao, thousands of bottles of wine, and thousands of dendrobium beads are still full of voices and wine.

With his usual smile on his face, Wen Zhumi walked through the crowd, and under the guidance of a few disciples, he walked to the top floor of the Thousand Bottles of Wine. When he got here, there were few people there, but he just pushed back the disciples, and calmly knocked on the corridor. A door at the end, the people in the room quickly opened the door for him.

Yan Huansheng glanced at him and asked, "What do you want from me?"

The two of them, one purple and one red, are extremely bright colors, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are both gentle and courteous, but at this moment, there is almost no smile on Yan Huansheng's face, as cold as winter new wind.

Wen Zhumi entered the room with a smile on his face: "There are many things, let's sit down and talk."

Although Yan Huansheng was displeased, he still sat down as promised. Wen Zhumi sat opposite him, and suddenly asked: "I never asked you, Feng Lin imprisoned you for three years, why did you suddenly let you out?"

Yan Huansheng brushed aside one side of his hair and pinned it behind his ear, and said calmly: "He didn't let me out, and he is still arresting me."

"...As expected of you two." Wen Zhumi snorted, looking at his side which was still covered by his sideburns, "Little deaf man, do you know how ridiculous the plan you proposed this time is?"

"Absurd? I don't think so." Yan Huansheng picked up his teacup and took a sip, "I don't feel at ease if Meng Xing doesn't get rid of it for a day."

Wen Zhumi narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, but he couldn't see any clue from his face: "You know, you are seeking skin with a tiger. Once this is done, Feng Lin will have the heart to kill you." .”

Yan Huansheng twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, as if mocking himself: "He wanted to kill me a long time ago, many years ago."

Wen Zhumi knew that what he was talking about was too many years ago, and he didn't want to pursue Yan Huansheng and Feng Lin's past, so he just responded perfunctorily: "Okay, I will tell my sister."

Yan Huansheng asked again: "I heard that Bai Xiejiao's Ren Meng committed suicide by throwing herself into the river. Isn't she your sister's favorite young master?"

"So what, she did something wrong." Wen Zhumi filled him with a cup of tea with little interest, "But there is something I want to tell you about her, Ding Ding Jian may have guessed your identity."

Yan Huansheng looked indifferent: "You hinted at him, right?"

"It was what Ren Meng said." Wen Zhumi smiled at him, and said instead, "But what does it matter, anyway, in your plan, Drunken Sword is not far from death."

Yan Huansheng squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, both of them were fake people, at this moment they looked at each other and smiled, Yan Huansheng reminded with a smile: "You'd better not forget your sister's wish. "

"Yes." Wen Zhumi nodded slightly, also smiling, "I still have to rely on you, little deaf man."

Yan Huansheng did not respond, but gave him a cold look, got up and left with a flick of his sleeves, leaving Wen Zhumi alone in the room, drinking the last drop of tea in the teacup, and looking out the window silently.

And beside the window, there was a round of scorching sun that was about to set, and when the snow water beside the window was quietly falling, Wen Zhumi saw through that drop, as if he had glimpsed the end of everything.

He stood up, sighed softly, and left the room in silence.

Meng Xing was happy all day for the good deeds of the two apprentices, but at least he didn't say anything. He just stared at Shen Zhongxuan with ambiguous eyes for another whole day. He couldn't feel comfortable watching Shen Zhongxuan, and finally waited until Meng Xing got up before going to bed. , looked at him lovingly, and said: "Get up early tomorrow, let's go to Yundu."

Zhong Xuan has always been very dissatisfied with his habit of making temporary arrangements, but this time he just feels thankful, at least Meng Xing's eyes finally returned to normal.

"What do you do when you go to the cloud?"

Meng Xing smiled and said, "I'll show you the world."

Shen Zhongxuan looked at his ambiguous smile, only felt a chill, and whispered: "No."

"Why, who are you defending yourself like a jade?" Meng Xing bumped into his shoulder, and his smile became more revealing, "Do you really want to find someone to chat with? Why are you ashamed as a teacher?"

Shen Zhongxuan glared at him, and said sullenly: "No, no, you are worrying too much."

Meng Xing clicked his tongue in boredom, and when he went out, he didn't forget to turn his head and tell him: "Remember, don't stay in bed."

Zhong Xuan got into bed, pretending not to hear.

He can't blame him for being hypocritical, he really can't understand why Meng Xing has been so excited since he came back from Yundu—it's so excited that it's almost weird, and the three words are inseparable from Fengyue, which really scared the heavy Xuan who just realized his feelings She was frightened, lest Meng Xing would see the clue.

But Meng Xing himself has no self-consciousness of being secretly loved by others, and always brazenly leans up to make fun of him. When Shen Zhongxuan is not clear-headed, he can't help but wonder, could it be that Meng Xing is actually a bit unusual to him?

Afterwards, he spurned himself, really thinking nonsense.

During this night of nonsense, Shen Zhongxuan tossed and turned in pain, waiting for the cock to crow, his eyes were bloodshot, and the phrase "really good at thinking nonsense" was still in his mind.

The next morning, Meng Xing really got up early and knocked on Chong Xuan's door in person.

Zhongxuan didn't sleep all night, so of course there would be no delay. When Meng woke up and knocked on the door, Zhongxuan had already changed his clothes and was ready to go.

Meng Xing glanced at the sword in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Do you think it's very convenient?"

Both Zhongxuan and Meng Xing's swords are bullying swords left by Fu Suoqiu back then, but Meng Xing sent them to the iron shop for some modification, and forcibly changed the left-handed sword given to Chongxuan into a right-handed sword.

Shen Zhongxuan looked down at the similar-looking swords of the two, couldn't help but blushed at the tips of his ears, and nodded dizzily: "Take advantage of it."

Meng Xingyile: "Come to Minger to forge a new one for my teacher, and I will let Wan Zhen use it from Jushuang."

Chong Xuan: "?"

Zhong Xuan was really stunned.

For a swordsman, one wishes to have only one for the rest of his life. Although Meng Xing has a free and unrestrained personality, he has never had the reason to change swords at will-now he is willing to give his famous sword to Chu Wanzhen?why is that?Is it because Chu Wan is really his apprentice?

Shen Zhongxuan began to feel pantothenic acid again and again, and said, "...There is no need to do this step, right?"

"Huh?" Meng Xing couldn't understand the reason for his entanglement, and thought he was dissatisfied with his overreaching and offering treasures for Shen Shenxuan, so he immediately changed his words, "You are right, it is better to ask you to give it."

Chong Xuan: "???"

Both master and apprentice were immersed in their own delusions, each holding a sword, while Meng Xing walked down the mountain together with his whisk in hand.

When approaching the foot of the mountain, there was an angry call from behind, Shen Shenxuan didn't even bother to guess, and when he turned around, he saw Chu Wanzhen galloping, crashing into Meng Xing's arms like a sucking swallow throwing itself into the forest.Meng Xing was afraid that Shen Zhongxuan would be overwhelmed, so he shook his fly whisk with a smile, and pushed without a trace, Chu Wanzhen bumped into Shen Zhongxuan's shoulder, and Shen Zhongxuan rolled his eyes to block it, and he was able to protect Chu Wan who was about to fall real.

As soon as Chu Wanzhen opened her mouth, she cursed: "Chongqing Xuan, how dare you not take me with you when you go to Yun?"

She actually wanted to scold Meng Xing, but she couldn't open it, because her seniority was wrong, and she was reluctant to scold. Seeing Meng Xing's soul-stirring face now, she was so fascinated that she was afraid of saying something. They can't help but act like a spoiled child.

Zhong Xuan lazily opened his eyelids: "A Xing said it was business."

Meng Xing sighed. Although he guessed that Chu Wanzhen might follow, he really didn't want Chu Wanzhen to follow.

Chu Wanzhen turned to look at Meng Xing: "Master, can you really not take me with you? You...you are going to Baixiejiao, right?"

Meng Xing: "...No, it's still inconvenient to be a teacher."

Chu Wanzhen became more determined, immediately hugged Meng Xing's arm, and begged him eagerly: "Then take me one, I have more money than Chongxuan."

Meng Xing complained endlessly in his heart, but his face was as calm as water: "This time is indeed a business, Yuan Yuan and I are going to see Yan Huansheng."

Chong Xuan, who had originally made up his mind to watch the show, was shocked, and looked at him in disbelief: "Yan is still alive?"

Meng Xing rubbed the tip of his nose, and said in shame: "Actually, he made an appointment as a teacher... I have already guessed something about the teacher. This time, I went here to catch Feng Lang."

Zhong Xuan never expected his progress to be so fast, so he could only repeat in a daze: "Feng Lang?"

"That's right. This time Feng Lin can't shirk anymore."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a long time before asking: "You...you have been looking for it?"

Chu Wanzhen didn't know anything about their grievances, but seeing the serious expressions of the two, she knew it was not a good fight. She was a little embarrassed for a while, and asked cautiously: "Is Feng Lang important?"

"He himself is not important." Meng Xing was also afraid that Shen Zhongxuan would be angry that he had kept him from him for so long, and his tone was more cautious than Chu Wanzhen's, "Yuanyuan, you...do you want to take Wanzhen?"

Zhong Xuan only thought it was funny for a moment.

His master and junior sisters all looked at him eagerly, one is the Drunken Sword who is free and unrestrained, and the other is Princess Shunning, who is under one person and above ten thousand people, and the eyes they look at him at this moment are all the same. Be careful.

In fact, he already knew that Meng Xing didn't allow him to go down the mountain, probably because of Cheng Zijian.

Although Chu Wanzhen swears that it is impossible for Cheng Zijian to escape from the pagoda, Meng Xing seems to have no trust in the royal family, and always feels that Cheng Zijian is coveting the head of his family Yuanyuan all the time.

Zhong Xuan was indeed eager for revenge, but ever since he knew about this blood feud, he had never placed his hopes on Meng Xing to avenge him.

Meng Xing is such an immortal person, there shouldn't be any blood on his hands, as long as you teach him the sword skills, let him do the rest, this is the greatest kindness Meng Xing should have in his heart.

But Meng Xing was more eager than himself.

Shen Zhongxuan glanced at the two of them, and smiled helplessly: "Then, let's go together."

Chu Wanzhen gave a cheer, almost jumped three feet high, hugged Meng Xing's arm joyfully, and said with a smile: "Alright, I'm going to see who Feng Lang is!"