Jianling

Like every previous generation of first disciples, Wu Huan's entry into the WTO did not bring any earth-shaking changes to the world, because she finally decided to respect her teacher and act in a low-key manner after thinking about it.Even if the relationship is severed, it is also consensual, and there is no need to bring bad reputation to Pichenmen.

Therefore, one month after Wuhuan went down the mountain, everything was calm.

Two months after going down the mountain, there is still no earth-shattering news.

After going down the mountain for three months, Qing Ru thought that this child must have encountered setbacks and found that his level was still low, and it would not be long before he came home disgraced.

Until the summer of that year, there was a severe drought in Wenchuan.

"However, it is said that the heroine rushed into the mansion, and horrified the owner of Fenglou in Mingzhou. His face is like a piece of gold paper--hey! It is said that this heroine is like a Rakshasa, and she is ruthless in attacking, but her appearance is as beautiful as peaches and plums. However, after dozens of rounds, the landlord was sealed and cut under the sword, and the Feng Tower was invariably changed. They hurriedly opened warehouses to release food to relieve the victims. Think of peace!"

The storyteller Xingmu clapped, and the audience was full of voices, all of them laughed and said: "Hey, this woman is very good at martial arts, I don't know where she came from?"

"This...no one knows about it right now, but the technique is neat, and there are only a few of them left and right!" The storyteller wrung his fingers and counted them one by one, "Song's family uses a knife, and this girl uses a sword. Family. Besides, this Feng family, how can one’s own family fight against one’s own family? What else is left, but Pichenmen or Huanxizong!”

They were discussing excitedly, and the men in white at a table in the corner sat with their swords in their arms, sighed and sipped tea.

"Why is Daoist sighing?"

The person who asked the question was sitting across from Qingru. Seeing his expression, he guessed that Qingru was in a bad mood, but after all, Qingru was also a well-known old fox in the Jianghu. So far, it is really not good for practice.”

"Oh?" The other party raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said warmly, "Mr. Dao only listens to the rumors in the market, but doesn't know the truth of the matter. How can he judge his practice like this?"

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun. It's impoverished and reckless. I also ask Song Daxia for advice."

Song Mingyun smiled while twisting his beard, but he didn't answer the question: "The Taoist also knows that my Song family...has been glorious for a hundred years, but there is no successor tonight. The younger brother is reckless, and the dog is still young, but I...don't mention it. Forget it! It's just that Gouzi is about to turn ten years old and yearns for Pichenmen's Pichen swordsmanship very much. I don't know much about it. A few days ago, I saw Meng Wubei and Meng Shaoxia valiantly, and I heard that he had a relationship with Daojun as a teacher and apprentice. It's a pity that it's been... I don't know if you can reward me, Na Quanzi is going to be a disciple, and teach him this supreme martial art, how can I seek it?"

Qing Ru frowned invisibly, and seeing Song Mingyun's eyes brightened, he knew that this man had already figured out the internal affairs of the Pichenmen. This opening clearly had the intention of annexing the Pichenmen!

Wusorrow and Joy have already left the master's school. If he doesn't accept disciples again, Pichenmen will be the real successor.

But in today's world, in terms of fundamental talent, there are very few people who can enter the horizons of people of their level except that they have no sorrow or joy.

In all fairness, Qingru had met the seventh son, Song Zhubo, in the Song family. If he was not from the Song family, Song Qi would indeed be a good choice in terms of love for talents.

But based on his surname Song, if he was really made the head of the sect, it would be difficult to draw a clear line between the Pichen sect and the Song family - how could the Pichen sect at that time still have the peaceful life it is now?

"Thank you for your love, Young Master. It's just that the Pichen Sect is on the verge of collapse, so how can you mislead your disciples so recklessly?"

Song Mingyun had already guessed that he would refuse. Qingru, the Daoist Lord, was younger than the previous ones. When he first came to the throne, the Pichenmen of the previous few years even had the potential to join the world, but Xue, Jiang The death of the two of them really dealt a heavy blow to Qingru. Daoist Qingru, who originally had great expectations for the Jianghu, stopped the loss in time, and immediately led the whole family to withdraw from the Jianghu more thoroughly.

Closed and conservative, but safe.

Song Mingyun sighed: "The Taoist Lord is too modest. Just now, the Taoist Lord asked me about Fenglou in Mingzhou. Although I heard it from hearsay, I am still more confident than this storyteller. After the severe drought in Sichuan, the imperial court ordered Mingzhou. The state opened warehouses to release grain, help the victims, and adjust the supplies in the city as soon as possible to ensure that enough victims of the disaster can settle in the city every day, with the assistance of the Mingchuan government to protect people's livelihood. But you and I know the situation in Mingzhou, and the government has always said no Forget it, Fenglou’s approval is the only thing to count. Therefore, Fengyuan of Fenglou has been reluctant to perform his duties. The government is just a name, and there is no food to release after receiving the imperial edict. There is really nothing to do. The girl entered Fenglou , Feng Yuan was threatened by her and promised to release the food within a week, but half of the week passed, and the food had not yet been released, but this girl was invited by Feng Yuan to drink tea."

"This Feng Yuan's martial arts are mediocre, but he is so bold that he dares to deliberately get the girl drunk. Who knows that this girl is also a bold person. She knows that there is something wrong with the wine, but she dares to drink it—but she has an amazing capacity for alcohol. , drink to the end, forcing Feng Yuan to try to prescribe medicine."

It was as clear as her breathing was slightly stagnant, and the stiffness at this moment was also taken into consideration by Song Mingyun. After a while, Song Mingyun slightly opened his lips with a smile: "Mr. Dao, this girl finally slaughtered the 32nd person in Fenglou and took away There are countless grains, the gates of the city are opened in the middle of the night, and all the refugees come in, which has caused chaos in Mingzhou in recent days-and when someone asked her where she came from, she kept silent, only saying that she had no father or mother. You said, so Talented people, what kind of sect should be able to teach geniuses?"

Clear as silence.

Song Mingyun said: "But she still miscalculated. The disciple sword in her hand, I'm not talented, just happened to be very interested in the disciple sword of the Pichenmen. If I didn't misread it, it should be a lost item of the Pichenmen. I don't know Jun, are you willing to take it back?"

Qingru raised his wrist suddenly, and threw a porcelain cup with his hand like a wind. Song Mingyun subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, only to realize that it was full of clear tea, and there were still a few pieces of tea floating in it. He heard Qingru speak slowly and blocked his words: "You must be thirsty after talking so much."

Song Mingyun smiled slightly, raised his neck and drank the tea, and didn't mention it again.

A month later, the chivalrous woman who had been enigmatic all this time was finally stopped in Jiandu. She was wearing a snow-white dress, and she threw off her bamboo hat by herself. The bright eyes shot out suddenly, and the group of rogues who were curious about her were frozen in place, silent like cicadas.

"She clearly has long hair and a hairpin facing meridian, but she said 'Amitabha Buddha' to people."

Song Mingyun wrote a letter and handed it to Lord Qingru of Bichenmen.

Letter: "This woman claims to be Meng, named Yanhan."

"Brother?"

Qingzheng tilted his head slightly, looking puzzled at Qingru who suddenly grabbed the hand that he was practicing sword, the latter came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's because the poor have lost their composure."

"...Brother is worried about Wuhuan?"

Qingru was silent for a moment, then continued: "Yes. Wubei went down the mountain, at least he had Xiao Shuhua by his side, Xiao Shuhua was not as stubborn as he was, and together they could save a lot of trouble. Wuhuan... .Forget it, is she still in contact with you now?"

Qing Zheng twisted his fingers, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "...I haven't heard from you for a long time."

Qing Ru's figure swayed slightly, Qing Zheng quickly stretched out his hand to support his arm, but Qing Ru gently brushed it away, saying: "Forget it, don't force it."

Later, Meng Yanhan's army went deep alone, and with one sword, he took down the Wenxing bandit den that the officers and soldiers could not control for a long time, and slaughtered 76 people.

She broke into the Confucian Mansion of Jiandu again alone, and took the life of the respected Confucian scholar who had always held a grudge against Taoism.

Several disciples of the Huanxi Sect in Yundu died tragically under her hands, and Bai Xiejiao, Qianzunjiu, and Wanhuzhu were tossed into a mess by her.

The plaque personally inscribed by the imperial pen on the lofty prime minister's mansion was taken down by her, and the heart of the elder of the three dynasties was pierced by her sword.

Meng Yanhan.

These three words have never been memorized like this. In just one year, she traveled all over the thirteen states, leaving a legend in each state that ordinary people can't even imagine.

She is bold and unrestrained, whatever comes to mind is what she thinks in her mind, just use the justice in her heart as the yardstick to judge the cause and effect of good and evil in the world, and she doesn't care what kind of tree attracts the wind.

She is the sharpest sword, invincible and unscrupulous.

"What kind of heroine is that Meng, she is clearly a witch who kills without blinking an eye!"

Xiao Shuhua turned around and walked back with the newly bought clothes, suddenly heard such a sentence, his heart moved slightly, and he turned his head to look at it in a leisurely manner, chuckled lightly, and said, "May I ask, is this lady Meng...? "

The person who was speaking was impatient at first, but when he turned around, he saw such a beautiful woman, and immediately smiled and said: "This female devil is very strange, no one knows her origin, she likes to talk about Amitabha, but her hair is very long. Hair accessories are also Taoist regulations, and in our opinion, they look more like a Taoist nun. Nearly a thousand people have been killed in just one year!"

Xiao Shuhua's expression remained unchanged: "Oh? Women's crown? The women's crown these days...I haven't heard of anyone who is so powerful?"

When he said this, he could see that the faces of those passers-by suddenly changed, but Xiao Shuhua was secretly amused, thinking that this group of people were really bullying and afraid of being tough, if he coaxed them to say something bad about the Pichenmen, he would only dare to be so cowardly.Xiao Shuhua waited for a while, but he couldn't wait for the brave man who performed cross talk with him, so he had to turn his head to look for Meng Wubei, but saw Meng Wubei standing right behind him, his eyes fixed on the group of passers-by.

Meng Wubei was dressed in Taoist robes, holding a dust whisk in his hand, with a stern look on his face, Xiao Shuhua swallowed, and understood why he stopped talking.

"..." Meng Wubei glanced at him lightly and said, "Buy it? Let's go."

"Come here, don't be so cold, you're frightening people."