Jianling

To their surprise, the Wen family siblings didn't come after them for the next two days, and Huanxizong seemed to write them off completely, and forget the past.Xiao Shuhua could vaguely feel something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where the ominousness came from, so he simply didn't say much, and still carried his carefree sonly virtue.

On the contrary, Meng Wubei suddenly received an urgent letter, which was stamped with Qingru Daojun's seal, and it was placed between him and Xiao Shuhua upright.

Xiao Shuhua opened the envelope for him, but it only said that there was something wrong with the teacher's school, which made Meng Wu sad and hurried back to the mountain.

"You've only been down the mountain for a few days, why did you find me here?"

Meng Wubei put the letter back into his clothes without haste, the old god said: "Maybe there is something urgent."

Xiao Shuhua rested his chin on him boredly and looked at him: "Those who come are not kind, and those who are kind don't come. Meng Lang must be careful not to make Hua'er a widow."

Meng Wupei paused for a moment: "You...don't follow the poor way?"

"Huh?" Xiao Shuhua immediately approached him, and asked him with a smile, "Meng Lang likes me so much, does this mean that he wants me to go back to worship together? Then you praise me, and I will accompany you when you are happy."

The disciples of Yundu Huanxi Sect, especially Xiao Shuhua's rank, can't be said to be unglamorous when they show off. Meng Wubei has never learned any romantic words, so at this moment, he only thinks of a beautiful woman, so charming.But he instinctively felt that these words did not sound like a compliment to a man, so he held back his lips and did not say any more.Xiao Shuhua had already guessed that he couldn't say anything good, so he just laughed a few times, watching him busy with his cheeks on the sidelines.

Meng Wubei didn't have much luggage, just two or three Taoist robes, a saber, and a whisk.

"Going away?" Xiao Shuhua slowly peeled off a few peanuts, seeing Meng Wubei busy wiping his sword, he simply stepped forward and fed them directly into his mouth, "Don't forget to miss me."

Meng Wubei didn't bother to talk to him, and he didn't know what was wrong with it. Qingru and Wuhuan had been so close to him when they were on the mountain, but Xiao Shuhua's acquaintance was just a little shorter - but he had never done anything evil, and Meng Wubei Sad felt that she didn't hate him.

"Pindao may not come back again." Meng Wubei hesitated for a moment, but said frankly, "What wish do you have?"

"Yes." Xiao Shuhua smiled, picked up a peanut with his onion fingers, and rubbed it between his lips for a moment before rolling it with the tip of his tongue, he said vaguely, "I will marry you."

Meng Wubei said coldly, "You're talking nonsense."

Xiao Shuhua laughed softly, and laughed up and down behind him, before asking after a long time: "Then what do you want to give me?"

Meng Wubei didn't know what to give him, he just felt that the relationship between the two of them was strange, like friends but not friends, it was all because Xiao Shuhua deliberately teased him that he couldn't figure out whether it was right or not for them to get along.But Meng Wubei is definitely not someone who would waste his time and mind on these mundane things. He just pondered for a moment, then took out three taels of silver from his pocket and put it on the table: "Whatever you like, go buy it yourself. If so If it’s not enough, then write a letter to Pichenmen, and just say that you can just find Wusai.”

"Why, Meng Lang wants to raise this rice bug?"

Meng Wubei was taken aback for a moment, then argued: "No."

But he ended with "No" and didn't hold back any other words, but Xiao Shuhua gave a half-smile and let out an "um" from his nasal cavity, which was like a sword urging his life, forcing Meng Wubei to be stunned for a long time, and hurriedly said : "If your livelihood is difficult, you will definitely do some bad things. The poor can't sit idly by."

"... Chick." Xiao Shuhua glanced at him, "What a lousy excuse. Don't worry Meng Lang, I will be careful. Just take care of yourself and don't kill people. I've been doing it for more than ten years, and I'm used to it."

Meng Wubei asked: "Is there anyone else?"

Xiao Shuhua frowned, half-folded on the table, looked at him with twinkling eyes, and said with a smile: "Of course. The money they give is not only that, Meng Lang is really the poorest and most stingy gentleman."

Meng Wubei's face turned cold, and he didn't ask any more questions. He couldn't tell where his dissatisfaction was, but he couldn't get angry at Xiao Shuhua's downplaying appearance, so he just turned around and opened the door, and said softly, "Farewell."

Xiao Shuhua waved his hands lightly, and smiled brightly at him: "There will be a time later."

I won't see you again.Meng Wuxi said sadly.

He closed the door, and the Taoist priest in snow-clothed clothes hid behind the door.

Xiao Shuhua raised his neck and drank the tea in the cup, lazily climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep in a Taoist robe that Meng Wubei left him.

There are four distinct seasons on Pichen Mountain. It has been less than a month since Meng Wubei went down the mountain, but the mountain scenery has also changed once. It has changed from smoky and foggy, snowy and cold at dusk to blooming mountain flowers and gurgling springs. Meng Wubei walks with a sword , there were two juniors guarding the mountain gate, and they leaned forward as soon as they saw him.

"Brother!"

Meng Wubei nodded slightly to them, and one of them said anxiously with a worried look on his face: "Senior brother, you... you are really a member of the Huanxi Sect..."

Meng Wubei said: "There is indeed a conflict."

The younger brother faltered and explained: "No, it's not...someone said that you and your half-sleeved apprentice...do that kind of thing."

"That kind of thing?" Meng Wubei was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand human affairs, he vaguely knew that "that kind of thing" was not a good thing. The other junior saw that he was still a little confused, so he said quickly: " Senior brother, they said that you colluded with the disciple of Ban Xiuyun and stole the secret script of Huanxizong, you should go to the head of the sect to discuss countermeasures."

Meng Wubei frowned slightly, and before he could speak, he heard a sneer, and sarcastically said, "Isn't the high-ranking student of your school back? Sure enough, he has an extraordinary bearing, and the Daoist Lord is too modest. By the way, why don't you see me?" That traitor who doesn't know what to do?"

The person who spoke had a strong inner strength, the person who did not see him had already heard his voice, his undisguised sarcasm could be heard on the whole mountain, and the murderous intent in it was even more pressing towards Meng Wubei, and the cold feeling suddenly exploded Xiang Meng Wubei, Meng Wubei didn't have time to react, he only felt his body lighten, and it was Qingru who blocked the blow for him.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun. I heard why the suzerain is in a hurry, and I haven't heard Wubei explain the reason."

Meng Wubei's limbs felt cold, but he could hear clearly that he was pretending to be stern, and scolded: "You traitor, hurry up and come to Qiongtai to observe."

The previous two juniors were both affected by Wen Xu's attack, and their faces were still pale until now. Meng Wupei patted them on the shoulders, and counted steps alone, and went straight to Qiongtai Temple.

Wen Xu, the patriarch of the Huanxi Sect, is now the seventh in the Jianghu. People in the Jianghu are called "Half-sleeved Cloud".

When Meng Wubei came, Wen Xu was sitting on the stage, holding a cup of clear tea in his hand, leisurely like a visitor on the cloud.People may not be able to see his true face, but they can also feel his majestic inner strength and profound martial arts connotation, as well as this person's myriad demeanor and magnificence.

Except for Wen Xu, there is Qing Ru.Qing Ru always dotes on Meng Wubei, and usually only asks about trivial matters in the family, but today is such a grand occasion, Meng Wubei knows it well, Qing Ru wants to give him a place to prevent Wen Xu from being impatient.

No one believed that Meng Wubei would collude with Huanxizong.

Meng Wubei himself didn't believe it.

Wen Zhumi held a roll of silk in his hand, bowed his head respectfully and handed it to Wen Xu, Wen Xu was not in a hurry to unroll the roll, just smiled and said: "Little Daoist, I will ask you first, do you know my little apprentice?" ?His name is Xiao Shuhua, he is the most handsome, and he likes you at your age."

Qing Ru frowned, but it was inconvenient to speak out, and said: "Wu Bei, this is a big matter, you have to remember it well."

Meng Wupei clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"It's good to be willing to admit it. It seems that the Taoist leader is not only good-looking, but also a kind and righteous person. Shuhua has got the true biography of this seat, and his vision is not too bad." Wen Xu smiled lightly, and then unfolded the roll of silk. Embroidered characters with gold silk, extremely extravagant, "Xiao Shuhua, the traitor, absconded and disappeared after stealing my sect's most precious "Xiaohe Sword Art" on the [-]th of last month, and his whereabouts are still unknown. On the third day of this month, Yu Fei, a disciple, found his trace , was about to be arrested, but was stopped by a priest. During this period, the two people spoke ambiguously and behaved improperly. From this, I can conclude that Xiao Shuhua committed serious crimes. ——Please ask the little Taoist priest to make it easier for you to send this ignorant child back to the sect."

Meng Wubei remained silent.

Wen Xu raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he was not young, his eyes were still young. Seeing that Meng Wubei was silent, he turned his head and looked at Qing Ru: "Mr. Dao, should you say a few words? Could it be that these things happen Does your faction not have to be punished?"

"..." Qing Ru gritted her teeth and was forced to express her position, "Secret with outsiders, steal other things, and you will be expelled from the Pichen Sect—Wu Bei, did you make a mistake? ?”

Meng Wubei remained silent, and Qingru, who was originally full of confidence, was also a little scared, cleared her throat again, and asked: "Wubei, if you didn't do these things, you just need to explain clearly, and Sect Master Wen won't either. It's difficult for you, and as a teacher, I won't alienate you because of it, you just need to explain clearly, what's going on?"

Meng Wubei said in a low voice: "I didn't know him before."

Wen Xu smiled even wider: "So you met later? How far did you know?"

Qingru felt a faint ominous feeling in his heart.

Meng Wubei didn't know how to continue talking.

He doesn't want to leave the division, which has been his root for more than ten years.His teachers and relatives are all here, his experience of swordsmanship, his great dream about the world, and his reverie about the world are all closely related to Pichenmen.

But even though he and Xiao Shuhua only had friendship for a few days, they could be regarded as lifelong friends. This was the first time he went down the mountain, and it was also the first time he met someone down the mountain, and it was also the first time he met someone like Xiao Shuhua.He is arrogant and lofty, yet he likes to act like that frivolously. Meng Wupei is disgusted on the face, but he is always curious in his heart, what kind of experience will force him to be like this?

This is the experience that Pichenmen could not give him.

Meng Wubei suddenly understood why the first disciples of all dynasties had to go down the mountain—how can a person who has no resistance to the world of mortals be able to be the head of the sect in the future?

Fortunately, Shimen can stop losses in time.

For the first time, Meng Wubei asked himself whether he could be the next head of the Pichen sect.

Wen Xu said again: "The Taoist Lord has not yet stated, what kind of punishment is your sect? According to Huanxizong, Shuhua's punishment for counting crimes is just abolishing martial arts and throwing him into the building to serve his benefactors. When he was young, he was skinned and boned, and then he was released back into the rivers and lakes, where he could die or die."

Meng Wubei's heart felt a little cold.

If he confessed to Xiao Shuhua, this would be Xiao Shuhua's fate.

Qingru was silent for a moment, then opened her lips and said: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun. Stealing other things is whipping, and adultery with outsiders is expulsion from the Pichenmen."

Meng Wubei raised his head subconsciously and looked at Qingru, only to see that the eyes of his most familiar master were full of disappointment.

——Master has already seen from his reaction... He has an affair with Xiao Shuhua.

"Wu Bei, think about it carefully." Qing Ru said softly, "You are the pride of Bi Chen Sect and your teacher."