Jianling

Weakness?

Am I his weakness?

Chong Xuan thought, it's a burden.

Meng Xing didn't know what he was thinking, so he just led him to walk like the wind all the way, until he was about to leave the gate of Yongning County, he stopped as if suddenly remembered, turned his head and said: "I'm impatient for the teacher, I should talk to Feng Hen first. Let's go after dinner together in the evening."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't want him to be so careful, and was quite moved for a moment: "I don't..."

"Let him take advantage of it for nothing, bah."

Chong Xuan: "...Hungry."

It was late spring, and there were still Yiyi willows at the gate of the city, and the green ribbons were like jade, which could not keep Meng Xing and the two of them. Cuddled in my arms, I could hear the wind in my ears.

"Are you afraid of Xiao Tongpei?"

Meng Xing seemed to have staggered for half a step, but quickly adjusted his breath without slowing down a bit: "Well...just to avoid trouble. There is some misunderstanding between my master and his master."

Shen Zhongxuan realized.There are dozens of rumors about the story of Baopuzi and Shouzhenjun, but Xiao Tongbei and Meng Xing, as their personal disciples, naturally know the most - the conflict between the two masters is naturally It also became a barrier between apprentices.

"The eyes of Hero Feng..."

Meng Xing tightened his hand slightly, and said with a quick smile, "You've really grown up, why are you only picking up gossip about Jianghu? It's inconvenient for me to say more about his eyes. Naturally infatuated. But a pair of eyes, swordsmanship to a certain level, the eyes will be born on the sword."

Shen Zhongxuan nodded in understanding, and started another topic: "So it is very troublesome for you to find Lihuayan Fenglin."

Meng Xing turned his head to look at him, just met Shen Zhongxuan's eyes like cold stars, and instantly felt the red seal on his heart was hot, and pondered: "Why do you think so?"

"Meng Xing, are you as good as a flower picker?"

Even pickers call it dangerous, why do you risk yourself?

Meng Xing patted the top of his head and said with a smile, "Call me Master. It's not big or small."

He didn't answer anything else, but Zhong Xuan already knew the answer.Meng Xing is also not sure, but for him who has not asked Jianghu for a long time, it is impossible to talk about seeking revenge without relying on the aristocratic family—and the Feng family, which is in decline and has an old acquaintance with him, Meng Xing I am willing to have a relationship with it, although it is as dangerous as seeking skin with a tiger.

It turns out that in many cases, even in the rivers and lakes, not a sword can decide everything.

Zhong Xuan thought that Meng Xing would also be at a disadvantage.

It turns out that the famous Drunken Sword, Baopuzi's only disciple, a strange man who is said to be moody and unpredictable, will also bow his head.

——For his weakness.

Meng Xing thought to himself: Only this time, there will be no second Shen family to be slaughtered.

The Feng family is worthy of being a century-old family. There are sub-chambers of the Feng family in various places, collectively called Fenglou. The capable descendants of the direct line live in the top, vying for the land and governing each other. Among them, Haizhou, the most affluent one, belongs to Fenglin Guan - just one south and one north of Yangchuan, separated by thousands of miles.That's why Meng Xing asked Feng Henwan to borrow the seal, in order to catch a dead mouse with the surname Feng who came up to him when he saw the family seal.

Feng Henwan borrowed his family seal for a different reason. It seems that all members of the Feng family recognized the family seal, and the inlaid gold and silver also concealed the status of the family. How sharp and unrivaled the family is, to be able to get the inlaid gold seal at the age of only fifteen is already the greatest expectation and recognition for him.

And the gold-inlaid seal covered on the thin paper will have different dark lines, each referring to a person - Feng Shenqing, a swordsman genius decades ago, is naturally worthy of this gold-inlaid vermilion seal.

In order to make it easier for the disciples of the Feng family to come and show their courtesy, Meng Xing hung the red seal on his waistband, and it flew away with his movements. The red color was bright and golden, and as soon as he entered the border of Mingzhou, he attracted many people's attention. I don't know why, but I only vaguely guessed that the Feng family here is powerful, but Meng Xing is not much better than him. Seeing that it was getting late, he was really impatient, so he simply grabbed the guard of the city gate by the collar and asked with a smile: "Brother Do you know where the Fenglou is going?"

The guard had never seen such a handsome man before, subconsciously asked: "Are you from Yundu?"

Yundu, also known as Huandu, is a place where rich people from all over the world indulge in pleasure-seeking, selling gold and smuggling, and there are many beauties, no matter men or women, they are all extremely beautiful.

Meng Xing seemed to inadvertently flick the red seal on his waist, the jade seal tapped on the scabbard, and the Zhuoshuang sword also made a soft sound, implying his identity as a Jianghu: "Yangchuan."

Only then did the guard hurriedly restrain his astonishment just now, bowed his head and bowed his head and said, "It turns out that it is the young hero of the Feng family from Yangchuan. This is Zifeng County, Mingzhou. If you go a little further in, you will be close to Dengxian Pavilion, and you will see it in a short time." gone."

Meng Xing glanced at him, then suddenly smiled and said, "So anyone can find Fenglou?"

The guards were respectful: "That's not always the case. It's just that Mingzhou is located in a remote area, and the imperial court does not have enough jurisdiction, but it occupies a large area. The yamen is occasionally busy with affairs. Last year, there was a food shortage, and Fenglou opened a warehouse to release food. Everyone knows."

Open warehouses to release grain?

Meng Xing couldn't help but look at the obedient little apprentice beside him, thinking, he is a fool with a lot of money.

Since everyone knew where Fenglou was, Meng Xing stopped asking for directions in a hurry, and turned to Chongxuan, "Are you hungry?"

Shen Zhongxuan glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, saw Meng Xing's eyes were full of "You must be hungry", so he said obediently: "I'm hungry."

Meng Xing was very satisfied: "Dengxian Pavilion in Mingzhou has a long-standing reputation, today I will take you to taste something new as a teacher."

"Whose money?"

Meng Xing turned his head and stared at him, but the smile on his face did not diminish, he just said: "You know what to ask, you have no conscience."

Chong Xuan: "..."

Mingzhou has developed commerce and trade, and most of the contacts are merchants, so Dengxiang Pavilion is full of guests and overcrowded every evening.Today, there is only one corner that is different from usual, and it is extraordinarily quiet. There is only a swordsman in black sitting by the window. The sword on the table looks simple and unremarkable, but there is a chill in it. He also covered most of it with a bamboo hat. No face, no brows and eyes, no drinking, only a cup of tea, and two dishes of side dishes on the table, it seems not surprising-but no one dares to share the table with him.

When Meng Xing and Shen Chongxuan came to Dengxiang Pavilion, they immediately saw the man in Xuanyi in the corner.

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Daoist, our place is full."

"Can't he make a table there?" Meng Xing nuzzled, spitting out a few broken pieces of silver, "Tell me?"

The shopkeeper was about to refuse, but Yu Guang glanced at the red seal on Meng Xing's waist, his expression changed slightly, and he smiled apologetically, "Look, you are also from the Jianghu, if you are willing to join him, naturally thousands of people in the shop will be willing." As he spoke, he called a mistress, whispered something in his ear, and ordered him to take Meng Xing and the two to discuss with the man in Xuanyi.

Xiaoer was the first to move forward with a smile on his face: "My lord, the shop is small. These two are also from the Jianghu. They want to share a table with you. Look..."

The man in black raised his head, showing his clean chin, put the sword on the table back to his waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Meng Xing immediately smiled and said: "Hey, then give us a Dongpo elbow first, my apprentice likes to eat it. I heard that the mandarin fish here is delicious, so let's have a squirrel mandarin fish with more juice. Stir-fried dishes, just eat it." It's similar to this one. And..." He paused, then glanced at the black-clothed swordsman, "Brother, can you drink?"

The man in Xuanyi was startled, then shook his head, Meng Xing said: "Then let's come to the three altars of autumn dew white first."

Shen Zhongxuan glared at him: "Too much wine will hurt your body, I won't pay for it!"

"Alright, I'm afraid of you as a teacher." Meng Xing followed the good advice, "Two altars and a half."

Xiaoer smiled wryly: "Master Daoist, we only sell Qiulubai according to the altar."

Meng Xing immediately gave Shen Shen a helpless smile: "Look, this is not for the teacher to drink, and the business of his small shop is not easy - just three jars!"

Chong Xuan: "..."

The black-clothed swordsman ignored them, and drank tea and ate vegetables by himself. Meng Xing was very happy, and when the dishes were served, he served them to Shen Shen comfortably, but he was still chanting: "Eat well, eat well, My Xuanbao is tall..."

Shen Zhongxuan held down a piece of elbow he picked up, couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Master, don't read it."

"Hey." Meng Xing paused, then retracted his chopsticks sadly, and sighed miserably, "Xuan Bao has grown up, he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, so he doesn't need a master..."

"...I will pay for the wine!" Zhong Xuan said.

"Xuan Bao is so good." Meng Xing immediately stopped caring about him, and poured the wine with a smile on his face.

The man in Xuanyi sized them up for a while, but suddenly asked, "Are you master and apprentice?"

Meng Xing glanced at him, but still couldn't see his face, and snorted, "It's the real deal, it's just like a fake."

The man in Xuanyi seemed to be full of doubts, and said again: "My master and I... are not like this."

Meng Xing thought, my master and I are not like this—otherwise how can I be a good master?

"Masters and apprentices all over the world have their own looks." Meng Xing was not interested in inquiring about other people's past, and was still drinking anxiously, but Shen Zhongxuan asked softly: "Then you come out alone, won't your master be worried? ?”

The man in Xuanyi was silent for a moment, Fang said: "He is dead."

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing." The man in Xuanyi shook his head, picked up his saber, did not say goodbye to Meng Xing and the two, paid the money and walked out of the shop, and could not find it again.

Meng Xing watched the man in Xuanyi's movements and held his chin to drink, but his eyes were clear and he was not drunk. He waited for him to walk away before he sighed: "A master."

"You know him?"

Meng Xing pondered for a moment, then said: "I don't know, I have little contact with these people. But the internal strength is profound, and the martial arts are at least similar to mine."

Shen Zhongxuan was taken aback, secretly startled, even if there was some cheating in the Jianghu rankings, those who can enter the top ten are definitely not ordinary people, not to mention that although Meng Xing is named ninth, his strength is no less than that of Feng Lin, who is ranked fourth. Otherwise, he wouldn't have approached the Feng family so confidently - it can be seen from this that the man in Xuancai was probably very outstanding.

"What are you afraid of? You even said a few words to him, which counts as friendship. In a few years, you won't be worse than him." Meng Xing saw that he was guilty, and yawned lazily, "Hurry up Let's eat something and have a good night's rest. I don't know where Mingzhou is, if Feng Lin's opponent is also jealous of Feng Henwan, then I have to draw my sword."

"several years?"

Meng Xing smiled and didn't answer, and didn't say any more.

He thought, whether you have martial arts talent or not, at least you are expected by countless people.

Such as being a teacher, such as the benefactor you are looking for, or... the person who imparts your internal strength.