Jianling

Now that Xiao Tongbei had gone far away, Feng Linfang put away his obsequious smile, and casually lowered his head and straightened his sleeves: "Ameng, tell me, how much wine did you drink when you sent your death to the Feng family?"

Meng Xing smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he just hugged Shen Xuan loosely, jokingly: "You know me, and I don't know how to do ordinary things by myself."

"You're smart when you're talking about business with Feng Qiong. Although Feng Qiong is narrow-minded, the business is still honest... What? The conversation broke down, isn't it because you are always unforgettable to me?"

Shen Zhongxuan's hand holding the corner of Meng Xing's clothes suddenly tightened, his almond eyes raised slightly, and some probing and vigilant gazes were shot from them. Feng Lin's peripheral vision seemed to pass by him lightly for a moment, but she seemed to be unaware of it, as before. Smiling like a spring breeze, he made jokes with Meng Xing.

Meng Xing didn't fall for it, and waved his hand in disgust: "He's too greedy, it's more comfortable talking to you."

"Oh," Feng Lin laughed, and pointed to the obedient Shen Shenxuan, "Your apprentice? You look a little fierce."

Meng Xing's smile disappeared suddenly: "It's just that you are afraid of strangers, you should speak up——Yangchuan merchant Shen's family, do you know?"

"I have done business." Feng Lin said, "Although Mr. Shen is a businessman, his conversation is not inferior to a refined scholar. He is a rare business genius. And Madam Yuan is amazingly talented and outstanding in martial arts. Although her temper... is hard to describe, if My information is not wrong, she should be that year..."

"I didn't ask you to talk so much." Meng Xing interrupted him, with an impatient expression on his face, but he patted Shen Xuan's spine with his hand to comfort him, "The dead are the most important. The Shen family disappeared last month, and entered the house at night. Cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots can be seen as the handiwork of Jianghu people. I plan to intervene in this matter."

Feng Lin smiled lightly, and reached out to touch Zhong Xuan's head. Chong Xuan originally wanted to hide, but found that she couldn't move even an inch when she was stared at by those warm eyes!So Feng Lin's hand landed firmly on top of his head, and this person continued: "Well, this child's surname is Shen?"

Meng Xing noticed Shen Zhongxuan's stiffness, opened Feng Lin's hand, and said displeasedly: "Don't look at him with your fox tricks, or I will let you cry with Feng Henwan."

Feng Lin turned her fox tricks around, retracted her hand helplessly, and pointed to him: "Climbing to the Immortal Pavilion is not worthy of your Drunken Sword. I invite you, master and apprentice, to go to the Guantang Tower."

Guantang Tower is a well-known restaurant in Mingzhou. It belongs to the Feng family. Unlike Dengxian Pavilion, where there are many villains, Guantang Tower is less personal, quiet and elegant. Among them, the first and second floors received high-ranking officials and nobles, and the third floor only saw the direct descendants of the Feng family and distinguished guests of the Feng family.

Feng Lin can run rampant in the Feng family's territory with her face, not to mention that this person has a smooth tongue and is quite popular in the Feng family.Seeing him in Guantang Tower, everyone bowed their heads and listened to him, fearing that they would not take good care of him. Feng Lin can make people feel like a spring breeze, and can also make people feel restless. At this time, he smiled and said hello lightly. He saw it and rolled his eyes.

"sit."

On the third floor, Yajing, at this time only Feng Lin and Meng Xing were the masters and apprentices, Feng Lin raised her hand to shield her from the left and right, and then held up her own sword like a treasure: "Look, this is the Changli Sword——Changli, do you know? "

Meng Xing frowned and waved his hands: "Yeah, okay, really amazing."

"...Okay, don't want to talk about feelings with me, Daoist Meng who likes the new and hates the old, have you heard of Nagato grudges?" Feng Lin withdrew her sword aggrievedly, and then glanced at the upright heavy Xuan, "You It's okay to investigate the Shen family's affairs. I do know something about this matter, but I can't tell you everything, you should be more considerate. "

"Not easy to mess with?" Meng Xing didn't guess that the other party would be Feng Lin's master who didn't dare to speak out, so he lifted the lid of the cup and took a sip, "Bah, I'm scalding to death."

Shen Zhongxuan took it kindly, and blew on the tea to cool down for him.

Feng Lin sneered: "Do you dare to be more delicate?"

"Don't be like this. You are busy with your career and don't have time to raise apprentices. I sympathize with you."

"It's not that it's not easy to provoke, but I can't provoke it. You are a bachelor, there is nothing to be afraid of, and you can have a good time with him." Feng Lin ignored him, and only smiled sincerely when she said this, "Ameng, Since it's a business, I'll just say it straight. Recently, in the deep spring, I have been worrying about it day and night, and you are the only one in the world who can solve my problems."

"What's the matter, there are too many lice and itchy skin, and you want to ask me to give you a good time with a sword? Well, of course, I am the only one who can get Lin's dog's life."

Feng Lin smiled helplessly: "What are you doing? Why do you still remember those shitty things back then? You only want to fight and kill. How is it different from Bi Wuwu?"

Meng Xing said: "Wrong, there is also drinking and apprentices."

Feng Lin was so tired of him showing off his apprentices that he had nothing to do, but Chong Xuan passed the teacup in a timely manner. Meng Xing took a sip and boasted without hesitation: "Oh, it's really going well!"

Feng Lin: "..."

"It's really hard to play crazy with you." Feng Lin said, "Okay, frankly speaking, you also know what I need... Feng Qiong is short-sighted, you know, I will want it."

"Jian Ling won't give it." Meng Xing calmly said, "For the sake of Feng Lin, I will give you a chance to change."

Feng Lin taunted: "Apart from Jianling and Dingding, you Meng Xing is worth seeing, what's the value of doing business?"

"There will be." Meng Xing smiled and reached out to pat him, "For example, your life."

"..." Feng Lin was silent for a long time, and said, "It's because you have the confidence. Fortunately, I don't try to learn from you, brother, and I don't hide it from you. The reason why the Patriarch's order is in my hands is because I There is a task ahead."

"What, your father sent you to find beautiful women in the world? Then don't count on me."

"My brother is gone." Feng Lin said, "My brother, Feng Lang."

There are many descendants of the Feng family, especially in Feng Lin's generation, there are dozens of direct descendants, Feng Lang is special among them, he is the only son of Mrs. Feng's concubine, he can be said to be the one with the most righteous blood among the direct descendants - but he has no swordsmanship Talent, otherwise it would not be Feng Lin who was sent by the Feng family to accompany Meng Xing.

Meng Xing was startled suddenly, remembering Feng Henwan's swearing guarantee that Feng Lang was the one who sent him up the mountain, suddenly felt something was wrong, but heard Feng Lin explain to him solemnly: "Feng Lang was born on the same day as me, he I am the concubine, but I am earlier, so I am Lin and he is Lang."

"How's your relationship?"

Feng Lin seemed nervous for a moment, and then said calmly: "It's just normal."

Meng Xing didn't ask any further questions, but just discussed the matter: "Then, do you need me to find him?"

"Yes." Feng Lin knocked on the table, "I found him. Haizhou is far away, I can only conclude that the Shen family has offended the nobleman."

Meng Xing thought: Nonsense.

Feng Lin seemed to see that he was not upset, she quickly smiled and said: "You find Feng Lang, and I can tell you the second part when I return to Haizhou."

Meng Xing also laughed: "A profiteer."

After saying that, Meng Xing just picked up his apprentice, raised his neck and drank all the tea, picked up the whisk, and said coldly: "You better not be scheming Jianling. If you can't even find Feng Lang, how can I?" turn up?"

Feng Lin sighed: "He ran away from home, and he was guarding against the Feng family. No matter how we defend, how can we avoid you, a ranger?"

"...Do your best." Meng Xing also sighed, "I'm not reliable, so don't have too much hope. Don't be too sad about your brother."

Feng Lin trembled all over. Seeing that he was about to leave, she suddenly stopped talking, as if she had been thinking for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back.

"Ameng," Feng Lin tilted her head, and suddenly stopped him, "Why don't you do this business with Feng Qiong? Surely his affairs are not as troublesome as mine, right?"

Meng Xing scolded impatiently: "I promised you, I'm not old yet."

Feng Lin was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that the spring was so beautiful and now, the mountain wind blowing over the clouds, startled a few birds, and stood in front of him with a little Taoist priest in white, with picturesque eyebrows, flamboyant and flamboyant. A little red dust dares to cover him a little.

"Meng Xingduan will not interfere with you."

Feng Lin has never believed anything in more than [-] years, but this sentence is like a flower cracking like a stone, slowly blooming in his heart.

He said, "Ameng."

But the voice stopped, like a young boy who didn't know what to say a few years ago, choked for a long time, and then continued:

"You'll be fine."

Meng Xing was silent for a moment, and if he realized something in his heart, he responded, "I hope you are too."

The two who have already reached the crown are no longer the teenagers they used to be. The years and the world of mortals only polished them, and they went on their own journeys. It is a great fortune to look at each other and smile now.

When Meng Xing and Zhongxuan stepped out of the Guantang Building, a flying pigeon rushed into the third floor. Feng Lin raised her wrist slightly, and the flying pigeon landed in his palm. The dropped letter paper spread out slowly, and the messy handwriting conveyed Dangerous message.

"Ameng." Feng Lin spat out two words, grinding her lips and teeth, and sighed for a long time, "...Let him go."

Meng Xing would not interfere with Feng Lin in anything, just this sentence was enough for him to think about it for a long time.

He couldn't persuade Meng Xing, because Meng Xing never persuaded him.

Shen Zhongxuan only slowly turned his face to look at him when he noticed that the people around him had stopped in their tracks. Meng Xing looked calm, but strangely calm—like a mountain rain was about to come, like a storm was about to rise.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Meng Xing said, "The next time you want to attack, remember to hide your killing intent. Feng Qiong is stupid today. If no teacher is present in the future, I'm afraid your life will be lost."

Hearing his solemnity, Shen Zhongxuan was a little taken aback: "You don't blame me for doing something wrong?"

"..." Meng Xing suddenly remembered Meng Wubei's principle of never doing anything behind his back, and Xiao Tongbei's principle of never killing people without swords, and looked worriedly at Shen Chongxuan, "Yuan Yuan, you can't be a gentleman like Feng Lin." Just right."

"Of course he's good. He still calls you Ameng." Shen Zhongxuan wrinkled his nose, realized that his tone was wrong, and quietly raised his eyelids to glance at Meng Xing, but seeing Meng Xing suddenly realized, he asked in surprise: "Why are you talking about this?" Things have been going on all day?"

"...Can't you!" Zhong Xuan said viciously, "You call me by my baby name everywhere, and I'm not angry yet!"

Meng Xing couldn't help laughing: "Yes, you are only 13 years old."

"It's almost fourteen!"

"Okay, then you can also call me Ameng, isn't it a loss?"

Shen Zhongxuan glanced at him suspiciously: "Isn't it big or small?"

"Haven't you always been young?"

Zhong Xuan was even angrier: "Who cares like him!"

Meng Xing couldn't bear it any longer, raised his hand to pinch his face, and laughed out of his mouth: "How can there be such great hostility?"

"Then you call me Axing." Meng Xing said, he seemed to make some serious promise, with a smile on his lips, but it was not exaggerated, and looked extraordinarily gentle, "No one has ever called me that. You are the first one, is that okay? "

"A Xing?" Shen Zhongxuan was stunned for a moment, as if he was considering the degree of intimacy of this title, and after a while, a red cloud burned on the tips of his ears, "Then, that is A Xing!"

"Okay." Meng Xing said.

He is always awake.

The author has something to say: Feng Lin: Hello, Axing?

Meng Xing: (draws sword) pardon?

Feng Lin: I was wrong, Ameng.

Yuan Yuan: (draws sword) pardon?

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