Jianling

Yan Huansheng said that there were two friends, but only one was brought up the mountain in the end.

After the rain, the mountain road is rough and difficult to walk, and the mud pills are walking, Yan Huansheng and the monk beside him are walking all the way, but their clothes are clean, which shows the high lightness of the two.Although Meng Xing's side entered the house, he kept paying attention to the personnel outside the house. Hearing the two people talking in a low voice, he immediately pushed the door out and leaned against the door with a smile on his face: "Ask for Mr. Zhanchun's safety?"

Yan Huansheng was discussing something secret with the monk before, neither of them noticed that Meng Xing was here, Yan Huansheng's complexion changed, his brows that were originally frowned suddenly relaxed, and he curved a gentle smile: "So it's the Taoist priest."

"Hey, this Zen master looks so familiar."

The monk was suddenly called by his name, Fang Qian raised his head, and saluted with a smile: "Amitabha, maybe the poor monk has a predestined relationship with the benefactor."

"Your name is poor benefactor?"

The monk's smile did not change: "The benefactor is still in the world of mortals and has never been born, so he can't be regarded as a member of the Taoist school."

"Amitabha." Meng Xing didn't refute. After exchanging pleasantries, he still didn't see the intention of letting go. The monk and Yan Huansheng both looked gentle and kind, and didn't urge them. Don’t know the master’s name?”

"The name of the little monk is Shilian."

"I heard Mr. Zhan Chun said that he would pick up two of them, why did he only see Zen Master Shi Lian?"

Yan Huansheng said with a smile: "The other one is playing the piano, and he was also in the top ten list. Maybe it's too far away, and he hasn't arrived yet."

As soon as Meng Xing heard it, he knew that he was talking about Su Lingge, but he saw that his face was watertight, as if he really didn't know that Su Lingge was dead, so he put aside the suspicion of abducting Feng Lin, at least the suspicion of colluding with Cheng Zijian Hearing that the monk said it was Shi Lian, Meng Xing's heart moved slightly, and he immediately turned back with a smile: "Then I won't bother you two, I will take a step first."

"Amitabha." Seeing him closing the door, Shi Lian looked at Shang Yan and asked softly, "Is this the Jianghu Drunken Sword?"

Yan Huansheng didn't stop smiling: "Exactly. Su Lingge died under his sword."

"Amitabha." Shi Lian frowned slightly, without commenting, "My little monk sees him with a kind face, like an old friend."

"Which one?"

"...I can't remember it for the time being." Shi Lian shook her head, and then she heard Yan Huansheng chuckle: "You are an eminent Buddhist monk, and if you are familiar with him, I'm afraid Meng Xingxing has a good history, right?"

Shi Lian clasped her hands together and bowed to him, her expression was calm but noncommittal.

When Meng Xing and Cheng Zi saw the remarks earlier, it can be seen that they knew the existence of Futu well. Yan Huansheng had been guarding Feng Lin there, so he also knew Meng Xing well. Mian Shan...Yan Huansheng suddenly let out a light snort, slowly released his fist-forming hand, and quickly followed Shi Lian. .

——Feng Lin's group of trash finally said something right.

Regardless of the relationship between Meng Xing and Futu, this son must not stay.

"how?"

When Meng Xing returned to the room, he only heard a snoring behind him, and a heavy and soft call sounded at the right time. Meng Xing forced himself to ignore the blind old man on the bed, wiped his face, organized his thoughts, and said : "The monk's name is Shi Lian, and he must have something to do with Shi Lian's Zen sect. Whether he is an enemy or a friend, I don't know yet. And Yan Huansheng's behavior is really suspicious-too innocent, too clean...But If he has nothing to do with Feng Lin's disappearance, who else can make Xiao Tongbei and I lose the power to resist with a single piece of music... Feng Henwan, where are you touching!?"

Zhongxuan hurriedly grabbed Feng Henwan's hand that unconsciously stretched out the bed to touch his head, stuffed it back into the bed again, and then Meng Xing said: "Many disciples of the Huanxi Sect are good at rhythm, and they rarely show up to try swords. Will it, will it..."

"You tie his hands up first." Meng Xing answered irrelevantly.

"Master!" Shen Zhongxuan wanted to laugh when he provoked him, and said, "If someone from the Huanxi Sect takes Senior Feng away, wouldn't it be more dangerous?"

Meng Xing rolled his eyes, tilted Erlang's legs in a dawdly manner, twisted the wine jar beside him and poured himself a glass: "Isn't it just fame? It's not life-threatening. Huanxizong might be a pretty little girl, if it's true Yan is still alive, that Feng Lin should know the seriousness, the back door is a hundred times more important than the reputation."

Feng Henwan didn't know when he woke up, and now he turned over leisurely on the couch, and said, "Is Feng Lin your master's best friend or something? Still caring about his back door?"

"Who allowed you to come in? Besides, it's too disrespectful for you to tell Xiao Tongbei my whereabouts?"

"Of course it's Yuan Yuan. Young master Shen is really generous. The last time I went back to Chao Ge Lou, I really enjoyed drinking! Later, I heard that Chao Ge Lou was also opened by Shen's family? It seems that it collapsed after a while."

Feng Henwan turned a deaf ear to the second half of the sentence, and stretched out his hand to pat Shen Shenxuan's shoulder while he was speaking. Meng Xing handed over the whisk and firmly stopped Feng Henwan's movements. Feng Henwan remained calm and rubbed it thoughtfully After a while, he took the handle of the dust and boasted: "Hey, your skin is good, it's really smooth and cool, the little master has raised you like a pretty lady!"

Meng Xing smiled and opened his hand: "What are you doing here, in case others don't know about our relationship?"

"Tch." Feng Henwan casually stretched out his hand to touch Meng Xing, "I am the eldest son." Then he said heavily: "The younger son."

Meng Xing sneered: "Daydreaming, go back to your room. It's embarrassing to run here for the tenth time in a dignified world. I'm like Sword Master Bai, and I'm focused on going up. It's better for you to recognize your son indiscriminately."

Feng Henwan spread his palms to him, not annoyed that he belittled himself: "Zhu Yin is back. Mingzhou has been messed up, and the spies sent by the imperial court have been pulled out by Fenglou a lot, but they are in a hurry, chasing Ben every day. Zuohou, what are you asking for security? You can’t do without killing, and killing is provoking the imperial court. Is it your handwriting?”

"But it's not." Meng Xing didn't want to leave the scarlet seal, and his legs hurt from bumping into each other while walking, "Aren't you detached from the world, what will you do when you come to try the sword, and you still want to compete for the ranking? "

"I don't want to learn from Cheng Zi. Seeing that old man, his swordsmanship is mediocre, he only knows how to show his loyalty to his emperor's master all day... But in recent years, the court has been really strange. The suppression is too urgent, and it seems to be paving the way for someone. You are very close to Feng Lin, and I heard that Feng Lin was the first one to express his loyalty to the imperial court." Feng Henwan doesn't like directors, but he hangs out in restaurants and teahouses all the year round. Just like Meng Xing back then, no matter how much he didn’t want to ask questions, he would have to be instilled in by people, “Now the Song family is vacillating, and the Huanxi Sect of the Pichenmen is silent. Anyway, I’m old and blind, and it’s useless for the court to take it away.” , It’s harmless to keep it. But your son doesn’t care about me, I can only go to the street and wait to die.”

Meng Xing was not surprised by Feng Lin's behavior. He knew that Feng Lin's temperament would be the first to express his loyalty. After all, a merchant's loyalty is bought. When the court does not give enough, Feng Lin will still turn his face and deny anyone. .Su Lingge and Cheng Zi didn't need to be mentioned, I'm afraid they were originally from the Futu, Yan Huansheng had close contacts with them, and they probably had been recruited.But Feng Henwan has not been recruited so far, Meng Xing finds it strange, this old blind man is lazy, Xiao Tongpei said that he sold himself if he forced him to use his sword, Meng Xing believed it, Feng Henwan seldom uses his sword nowadays, If he could drink and never fight, the imperial court sent him the money to ask him not to pull it out. Feng Henwan should have wept with joy and immediately sold his sword and returned it to the field.

Feng Henwan had already guessed what he was thinking, and took Zhu Yin back into his arms. His hair was messed up, and the black cloth that covered his eyes was also surprisingly dirty. No matter how he looked, he looked like a shaggy old man, but he just lay there , Since the flowing sword was beside his pillow, the bitter sword intent flowed out from the gully on his lips. He coughed and laughed: "This young man holding the sword is for the glory of the lintel and for the prosperity of the Feng family; the youth The purpose of holding a sword is to catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman; the middle-aged holds a sword to kill your master; the old man holds a sword for a sip of wine, that's all. You see, I have no other time to work for the court. gone."

"Aren't you afraid that the imperial court will buy your life?" Meng Xing moved his tail slightly, Shen Zhongxuan stretched out his hand from the side to hold him, and interrupted: "The imperial court seems to be unscrupulous and aggressive, but it always puts security first and silences it first." In the end, it was exactly as Senior Feng said, as if someone paved the way... Could it be that this Jianghu is also surnamed Chu?"

Meng Xing's tail fingers trembled even more, he held heavy Xuan's hand against the guest, turned his eyes away, and said lightly: "Since Emperor Wu Sheng came to the throne, he has resorted to military tactics, and now the treasury must be in short supply. The priority is to recruit security. It should be just to save money.. .”

"No." Feng Hen gave him a long look, "Tell me, why aren't you being recruited?"

Meng Xing moved his lips, but did not speak.

Ordinary people have been recruited to serve the imperial court, to keep themselves safe and not to be enemies of the government; if he is recruited, he probably wants to bid farewell to the rivers and lakes and return to the deep palace to be a revived Prince Gong.

Emperor Chongde really liked this little nephew, and he said "A Xing" with sincerity. He never wanted him to be in danger, let alone stay in the rivers and lakes for a long time. The continuation of the flesh and blood on the throne.

Now that Emperor Wu Sheng has been on the throne for several years, it is reasonable to take him back to the palace, emptied the power, raised him to be full of fat, raised the dignity of the royal family, and cleared the guilt of these years, so he was given a At the end of life, the scenery is over.

Shen Zhongxuan saw that he didn't want to say more, and was also afraid that Feng Henwan's questioning would make Meng Xing uncomfortable, so he hurriedly changed the subject and asked, "Can Ah Xing see where Shi Lian came from?"

Feng Henwan smiled, nodded and coaxed, "Ah Xing."

Meng Xing knocked on the scabbard, Feng Henwan screamed and hid, Meng Xingcai said: "Do you remember the incident about Shi Lian Zen?"

"Didn't it mean that the first disciple died, and the second disciple and the third disciple fought for power, and the whole sect probably fled down the mountain?"

"Then why are the second and third disciples in chaos when the eldest disciple dies?"

Feng Henwan sneered: "Isn't their rule only passed on to senior disciples? I haven't seen a senior disciple die before. Most of the first disciples have been raised since they were young. I don't know if they are carved with gold and jade or what. They are very coquettish. If you don’t succeed to the throne, you will never let outsiders take a look.”

"One more thing." Meng Xing looked at Feng Henwan with a smile, "Go out for a while, the secret of the master's school, pass on the young but not the old."

Feng Henwan: "...What's the matter with you, a Taoist priest, who is closed to the Shilian Zen sect?"

Meng Xing didn't show mercy: "Then what's the matter with you, a widow and lonely old man? Ask them to save you?"

Feng Henwan was trembling with anger, and was about to draw his sword immediately, Zhong Xuan had no choice but to pull Meng Xing away with a smile on his face, and guessed casually: "Shi Lian's Zen sect is loyal to the imperial court, could it be that their eldest disciples are sent directly by the imperial court?"

"..." Meng Xing glanced at him and greeted him with a smile, "Almost."