Jianling

That night, a pigeon with red satin feet and snow-white feathers rushed into the inn where Meng Xing was staying. Shen Chongxuan was sitting with his sword in his arms, with a piece of cloth in his hand, and wiped the sword desperately. , was almost stabbed to death by Zhong Xuan with a sword, but thanks to Meng Xing's alarm, Zhong Xuan looked at him very unhappy: "This bird flew in in the middle of the night, it is not a good bird."

Meng Xing took the frightened carrier pigeon with a smile on his face, comforted him for a while, and did not forget to give his apprentice a good look: "What are you dissatisfied with Feng Lin?"

Shen Zhongxuan said: "I am also dissatisfied with Feng Qiong, and I don't even like the Feng family!"

"Why?" Meng Xing took out a roll of letter paper from the carrier pigeon, let it flutter its wings, and flew into the night sky as if fleeing for its life, "Because they are flattering, vulgar, mercenary, double-faced, Heartless and ungrateful, obedience and transgression?"

Zhong Xuan: "...So you know it too!"

Meng Xing had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder, and persuaded him kindly: "Their ancestors were so immoral, please be considerate."

Zhong Xuan didn't feel comforted at all.

The Feng family is completely different from the Song family, the Pichenmen, and the Huanxi sect. The latter three were all well-known masters in the rivers and lakes. Only the ancestors of the Feng family, who were mere merchants, were able to climb to their current status. , the Feng family members are all cautious, step by step, and the education they have received since childhood is to seek profit.Meng Xing did not despise the Feng family, not only because Feng Lin and him were good friends, but also because the Feng family had indeed won a high enough reputation in today's arena by relying on their three-character tactic of "profit first". Not worthy of the name of the family.

Today's world is different from the past, the imperial court is covetous, and the four major sects can only turn hostility into friendship, and temporarily unite with the enemy in order to protect the last pure land-and the Song family was born as a grassroots bandit.Pichenmen belongs to Taoism, and the imperial court believes in Buddhism. The Shilian Zen School supported by all efforts is crumbling, but Pichenmen abides by morality. Both upper and lower are not in the WTO.Although there are occasional people who break the rules, but for a hundred years, the only ones who can stir up troubles are Meng Wubei and his little junior sister.

Forget about Huanxizong.Huandu is their territory. Although Meng Xing is quite interested, he still has a 13-year-old child with him, so he is really embarrassed to set foot in it.

Although Shen Zhongxuan was uncomfortable, he didn't want to be too fussy. Meng Xing unfolded the note and glanced at it, but he laughed. Zhong Zhongxuan felt itchy in his heart, and asked, "Ah...wake up, what's going on?"

"Huh?" Meng Xing didn't seem to notice it, and laughed with him, "Feng Lin wrote to tell my master that there was a civil strife in the Shilian Zen School last month. Their senior brother was killed by bandits. Second and third senior brothers They teamed up to kill the master, and now they are fighting over who will be the boss... Hey, fortunately, the three generations of our grandparents and grandchildren are all single-handed. Many bald donkeys ran away, without the court's support. The shaved mountain mouse is virtuous, going around..."

His voice paused, and he asked heavily, "Burning, killing, looting?"

Meng Xing shook his head: "Begging everywhere, no, begging for money, bragging about asking for money, the court feels ashamed and plans to give up on them."

"But what does this have to do with us?" Zhong Xuan frowned, "It's full of nonsense."

Meng Xing glanced at him: "Of course it's useful, we have to avoid these poor bald donkeys. To save your young master Shen's heart from jumping, you have to give them food, drink and pension, and raise a group of idiots who turn their faces and don't recognize anyone." Monk, run back and cry with your teacher."

Shen Zhongxuan was speechless for a while, but Meng Xing suddenly said with a smile: "However, monks are nothing to be afraid of. The court officials don't know what to do."

Zhong Xuan didn't understand, so: "Why?"

Meng Xing suddenly became interested in lecturing, sat cross-legged with a smile on his face, and dragged him to sit in front of him: "Put the sword away. I have never told you about the situation in the world, because your master is self-confident. , Relying on swordsmanship to dominate the world, he doesn't teach me, and as a teacher, he doesn't know what to teach you-of course, we really don't need to know what the world is not when the martial arts have reached his level.

Among the four factions in Jianghu, Feng and Song are related by blood, while Pichenmen and Huanxizong are mentored by mentors. Other than these four factions, they are not well-known.Feng Lin, you know, he is the son of the Feng family - nothing great, his father is not good at martial arts, but he is very good at breeding, the son of the son is at least ten or twenty, when Feng Lin was young, the smoke from his ancestors gave him a chance After entering the mountain, as the teacher's accompanying student, the service was very good. Your master was happy when he was drunk, and he gave him a few pointers, and this is how he is today.The Song family, I will tell you when I meet a teacher in the future.Pichenmen... As a teacher, I have never met anyone from Pichenmen. Your master ancestor was a traitor to Pichenmen, but if there were no accidents back then, he should be the head now.The Huanxi sect was the sect of Shouzhenjun, and they also broke up for a long time, humiliating each other. "

"Master is the Pichenmen?"

Meng Xing said: "That's right. As a teacher and him, we both wear white clothes, not Taoist robes, because we are no longer members of the Pichen sect, so naturally we are not considered an orthodox Taoist school. Even if the teacher wants to count, the Pichen sect will copy Fuchen and fight against me Unstoppable for hundreds of rounds."

"Then why do you always take the whisk and call yourself a poor man?"

Meng Xing suddenly smiled reservedly, blinked and said, "Yuan Yuan, doesn't it look good to wear white clothes for your teacher?"

Chong Xuan: "..."

Meng Xing's eyebrows and eyes are open, it is an indescribable frivolous but heavy beauty - it is a dazzling beauty.As if just looking at it is enough to burn you, although the whole person is as tall and straight as a bamboo, but it has nothing to do with being clean and gentle.

Only the white clothes can suppress his evil beauty.

Chong Xuan was sure of it.

Although this guy is talkative and always makes people want to fight when he speaks, but there is no doubt that when he keeps his mouth shut, he does look like a lazy banished fairy sitting on a Yaotai overlooking the world.

High above, nothing to do with the world.

Zhong Xuan pondered for a while, guessing that he was unwilling to answer, and asked again: "Will you be sad?"

"Ok?"

"Everyone has roots to be found, and the ancestor at least once was a member of the Pichen sect." Shen Zhongxuan paused, as if he had made great determination, "What about you? A Xing, where is your root?"

No one will recognize you, where is your root?

It is said that Ye Luo returns to the dust, even a leaf knows how to return to the earth, but only Meng Xing, this person looks like a fairy, and he probably feels that he is a fairy——

She is independent from the world, she is outside the world, and she can become a fairy at any time.

Meng Xing blinked again, as if he had never thought about this problem. Since he went down the mountain, he never thought about going back, and since Meng Wubei passed away, he never thought about recognizing his elders.

from where?From under Xiao Shuhua's blood-washed sword, from the wailing of dozens of people in Prince Gong's Mansion, from Meng Wubei's kindness for more than ten years, from the hatred of unknown reasons, and the tolerance of unknown consequences.

Meng Xing suddenly felt a little interesting, he never really thought about it, the world is in trouble, Zhong Xuan is leaving the teacher, where will he go to drink the most happily.

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Zhongxuan couldn't help blinking with him, the shadow of eyelashes cast slightly, as if to describe the unspeakable distress and sadness in his heart: "A Xing, can I be your root?"

Don't ask where you came from, but know the way home - can I be your way home?

Meng Xing thought for a while, and answered the question: "I can be your root."

Shen Zhongxuan lowered his eyes and said nothing, and it took a long time to respond, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Meng Xing patted his head, thinking, what's the matter, in the future you will think I'm old and annoying.

But he never said that, in fact, he was born at the end of his life, and he had nowhere to go.

But keep the kids happy.Meng Xing thought, he hoped that Shen Yuanyuan would be happy, that he wouldn't be like him, who would live a heartless life even if he had no burdens. But he dared not leave any trace, so he disappeared in the wind.

"Since the Shilian Zen sect is so poor, the imperial court will naturally choose another good bird." Meng Xing started the conversation again, his tone was light and indifferent, as if explaining the trivial matter of the rain in the future, Shen Zhongxuan took his words, and said firmly: "Before the rivers and lakes Ten, the four have already accounted for five of them. The flower picker has a weird temper, and Bi Wuxian's whereabouts are uncertain, and the third, fifth, and you are left."

Meng Xing pondered for a moment, then flicked his forehead with his fingers: "It's not big or small. I'll see you in the third Cheng. People say... what is it?"

Zhong Xuan sighed shallowly: "Master Bai Sword. He will narrowly beat Feng Lin in the sword test. Feng Lin praised his good sword, and he said, 'Bai Jian'. The fifth swallow is still alive, nicknamed 'Zhan Chun Jun', His whereabouts are strange, and he often appears together with Huanxizong, and he is probably also a guest of Huanxizong."

"Hmm. Exactly." Where did Meng Xing remember these messy characters? It was the result of his long hard work that he could remember Xiao Tong mourning Feng Lin and Feng Henwan. What I like is to support new forces. You see, Ming Ding Sword was handed down by Baopuzi himself, and he doesn't like disputes, but recently it has been rumored that he appeared in Yangchuan Mingzhou one after another... Really good news, isn't it?"

"Bi Wuxian is also a direct disciple of Shou Zhenjun."

"If you really get to Xiao Tongbei's position, what can you want? What kind of deal can the court make with him?" Meng Xing clapped his hands and smiled, "Hey, you don't understand. Fighting against the sky is so much fun and fighting against the court It’s a lot of fun.”

Zhong Xuan didn't bother to talk to him, and just said: "Nonsense."

But there was a sudden shock in his heart, and he turned his head to meet Meng Xing's eyes that were as bright as winter stars, and it seemed that a cold light was emitted from them, which made him tremble violently, and he trembled unconsciously in his heart.

How will the court win him over? ...Will he agree?If you can't lure, will you threaten?

... Am I his drag?

It was only then that Shen Zhongxuan suddenly remembered that Meng Xing had never worn a bamboo hat since the incident with the Shen family, and that face, which was enough to catch a glimpse for several years and even his wasted life, was openly exposed in front of everyone. Whisk and sword, neat white clothes, as if wishing to tell the world: I am Meng Xing.

Meng Xing suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he stared at him so bluntly, and said with a smile, "Hey, what are you looking at? Of course it looks good as a teacher..."

"Master." Zhong Xuan called him, Meng Xing frowned slightly: "Isn't it called Ah Xing?"

"Master." Zhong Xuan said, "...why?"

Meng Xing tilted his head, and said as it should, "The Feng family is not reliable, but the imperial court is always reliable?"

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly didn't know what to say, and asked dumbfounded: "What if, what if..."

In case they get angry, in case they don't want to do this business, in case you don't do it anymore, in case... how dare you?

How dare you make such a bet?How dare you be a thousand troops alone?How dare you plot against a group of civil servants as deep as the city mansion?

But Meng Xing could understand what he meant, so he just stretched out his hand and patted him: "Well. Being a teacher and auspicious people has their own aura."

Zhong Xuan didn't speak anymore, he stepped back silently, put the polished sword back on the side of the couch, but he sat far away, and said word by word: "I, Shou, Ye."

The author has something to say: Yuan Yuan: Why do you recognize my mother's sword?

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