Jianling

Song Zhubo is actually well aware of the disparity between himself and Meng Wubei. The other party's strength is unfathomable. Although he has never made a move, the world has always tacitly agreed that his martial arts are at least on par with Xiao Shuhua, and even higher than Xiao Shuhua .

After all, Xiao Shuhua is a newcomer who can fight Wen Xu for hundreds of rounds without showing fatigue. Even Meng Yanhan may not be their opponent, let alone him who has not yet grown up.

Before leaving, Song Mingyun repeatedly told Meng Yanhan not to get angry easily, but to keep his strength and focus on catering, and not to force him to follow Meng Yanhan. There's nothing she can do about it, how could it be possible that a little kid like him can handle it.

In the middle of the night, the bright moon was swaying, and the shadows of the trees swept gently along with it, and the scattered moon shadows flashed across the face of the girl standing in front of the door holding a sword, as if a lotus plant bloomed in an instant, which captured the soul, Song Zhu There was an inexplicable chill in Bo's heart, and every step he approached seemed to be on the tip of a knife, surprisingly slow.

Song Zhubo stopped seven or eight feet away from her, and saw Meng Yanhan slowly lift his chin, his hands that were rubbing calloused palms suddenly clenched into fists, his right hand was pressed on the scabbard, his eyes were bent into Smiling at him in the cold moonlight, Song Zhubo suddenly felt a large area of ​​creepy horror exploded on his back, but he forced himself to nod to her: "Are you awake?"

Meng Yanhan put the sword aside, leaned against the wall and stood with arms folded, most of the smile on his face receded, his voice was flat, no emotion could be heard: "Where did you go?"

"... Xiaojie."

Song Zhubo's expression was always calm, but this time it was rare to show a guilty conscience. Although Meng Yanhan was careless, he didn't even see the child's emotions, so he sneered immediately: "Chicken Feather, that person and you What did you say?"

"...who?"

Meng Yanhan snorted lightly, and said coldly: "Let's not ask you where you came from, it doesn't mean that I'm a fool who is easy to fool."

Song Zhubo took a breath, moved his fingers guilty, and then heard Meng Yanhan's cold snort, turned his head arrogantly, and muttered: "Your family members come to you, so you just go away, why come back to see you?" I."

Song Zhubo: "..."

What a fool.

The relationship between them seems to have always been unequal. He knew everything about Meng Yanhan, where he came from, where he was going, who he loved in his heart, and who he hated in his heart. Many years of life can be memorized by him, Song Zhubo even dared to say that perhaps in this world, he is also one of the people who understand Meng Yanhan best.

——And Meng Yanhan knew nothing about him.

This proud chivalrous woman is always stingy with caring for others, she was careless towards Qing Ru Qingzheng in the past, but she only had some warmth towards Shang Meng Wubei—and she never bowed her head, even though The meaning of concern was thrown to Song Zhubo from her pair of watery almond eyes thousands of times, but it turned into a mocking sneer on her lips.

Her bones are hard, but her blood is cold.

At least for Song Zhubo, she was like this.

"You think too much, go back." Song Zhubo frowned, he was a head shorter than Meng Yanhan, so he didn't want to walk shoulder to shoulder with her, but Meng Yanhan wanted to wait for him to approach slowly , reluctantly let out a snort through the wings of his nose: "It's pretty quick to admit your mistakes."

Song Zhubo: "?"

Song Zhubo intuited that Meng Yanhan had misunderstood something, but he was too lazy to explain, and he was happy that this matter was left behind by Meng Yanhan, so he just gave Meng Yanhan a sideways look, and forced a reluctant sneer: "Ah, oh, let's go then."

"Who is here?" When Meng Wubei went in with the saponins, Xiao Shuhua was putting his arms on the side of the bucket, leaning on his body and smiling at him.He is good-looking, and his smile is very charming when he is naked. Xiao Shuhua is always good at playing with his beauty that surpasses all sentient beings. Only Meng Wubei can sit still,

This bucket of hot water was brought by Meng Wubei. Xiao Shuhua is a particular person, and he needs to take a bath every night. Now he's soaking in the bucket. The hot water scalds his surprisingly white skin and finally turned a little bloody. Meng Wubei lowered his eyelashes and added some hot water for him. Xiao Shuhua snatched the soap root from his palm and raised his head to him with a playful smile: "Meng Lang, shall we wash together?"

"Nonsense." Meng Wubei calmed down, took the soap root from his hand again, and spread it evenly on his back slowly, while Xiao Shuhua lay down on the bucket and let him toss about it boredly, muttering in a hoarse voice: "Then who just came? I sound like a child, am I the follower of my junior sister?"

Meng Wubei said: "The seventh son of Song Dynasty."

Xiao Shuhua suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the Song family. I said why I couldn't even find Yundu, but Song Mingyun's grandson banned it. Few of the direct descendants of the Song family dared to play in Yundu."

"Don't move." Meng Wubei pushed him back into the bucket, Xiao Shuhua snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, but finally didn't move anymore, and stayed peacefully in the bucket.

"Meng Lang, if you meet your junior sister in the sword test, will you be merciful?"

Meng Wubei's hand stopped for a moment, and it took a long time to answer, avoiding his question: "The water is cold, I'll go get some hot water."

Xiao Shuhua's back was facing him, so Meng Wubei never saw the dark light flashing away from the bottom of Xiao Shuhua's eyes when he lowered his head and straightened his hair, which was very abrupt in his usual smiling eyes.

The knights from all directions stayed in Yundu for a few days, how many of them had been cheated out of their money by the disciples of Huanxi Sect, and the day of the sword test meeting finally came late, Xiao Shuhua counted and said that Wen Xu would definitely die this time, Meng Wubei tidied up the package and rewarded him with a long silence to respond.

The sword trial meeting is finally here.

Although Xiao Shuhua entered the top ten earlier, he never had a serious name. Although he had a nickname that was widely spread in private, as long as it got into his ears, Xiao Shuhua chopped it off with a single sword.

Meng Yanhan held the sword in her hand. She had killed many people, but it was the first time she was so nervous. Song Zhubo followed her. This child was really unusual. Meng Yanhan often couldn't figure it out. He is handsome, with a cold temperament, quite similar to Meng Wubei, but Meng Wubei has been the focus of attention since he was a child, but Chicken Feather Cub can hide his sharpness very deeply and secretly, even in the sword test where a group of heroes gathers. The meeting can also hide in the city, and no one comes to openly date her.

"Are you scared?" Song Zhubo straightened the sword tassels that had been messed up by her, his voice was not too loud, just enough for Meng Yanhan to hear.Meng Yanhan turned around abruptly without disappointing her expectations, and the crowd around her all looked sideways at her in shock: "Huh? What are you afraid of?"

On the first day of the opening of the Sword Trial, there was already a sea of ​​people. Meng Yanhan was wearing a bamboo hat at first, and no one paid attention to her. Now that she made a noise, people all looked sideways at her, and I don’t know which one had the right eyes and exclaimed "Blood!" Guanyin", people hurriedly pushed away from her, leaving only a small space for her and Song Zhubo, Meng Yanhan snorted, and took off his cloak angrily, enjoying this special place, shaking his hands Into the city.

It's a pity that Meng Yanhan always goes to bed late and wakes up late, even in Pichenmen, he is a typical example of breaking the curfew, he has been beaten and scolded, and the house rules have been copied no less than a thousand times, even Meng Wubei is tired of controlling her in the middle of the night The trouble with going out for a stroll was that Qingru had even thought about postponing the curfew for her more than once, so Meng Yanhan never went to bed early and got up early that day. When she entered the venue, even the top ten in the world had already taken a few seats. Most of the pre-match process has gone through.

This time the host was Wen Zhumi - it's not surprising that Wen Xu didn't come to support the scene in person, but he just sent the disciple with the worst martial arts over, which is intriguing.But Meng Yanhan never had any opinion on these scenes. He lowered his head and fiddled with his nails for a while, only to catch a glimpse of Song Zhubo's serious eyes on the stage from the corner of his eye.

Meng Yanhan stood on the outskirts, and only heard people say that Wen Zhumi was the host, so he couldn't see what was going on on stage. After a rough calculation, Wen Zhumi was probably a year or two younger than Chicken Feather Cub, but he was able to single-handedly become the leader. With the appearance of Huanxizong, Ji Maozai must have felt inferior, so Meng Yanhan patted him on the shoulder, comforting him thoughtfully: "It's okay, he just had a good reincarnation, and he just happened to be picked up by Wen Xu."

The seventh son of the Song family: "...um."

The two of them muttered to each other below, and only a few people came slowly from the stage. Among them was Xiao Shuhua, who was dressed in white and snowy, with a half cream-colored double-pattern mask, black temples like clouds, and a handsome smile. Greeting one by one: "Oh, it's late, everyone Haihan."

No one on the stage responded to him, but after a while, he changed the subject and said with a smile: "Hey, Qingru Daojun hasn't come yet? I wanted to greet his old man for my friends."

Wen Zhumi smiled back at him: "Young Master Xiao has good intentions, please take a seat first."

Meng Yanhan rolled his eyes in the audience, secretly calling this guy a bad guy.

But in the next moment, a clear and cold voice suddenly came from a person, like the moon setting in the mountains, and the startled sound of a pool of water: "——Pindao Qingzheng, thank you son for senior brother."

Everyone raised their heads, only to see a white crane circling in the sky, and Qing Zheng sat quietly on it in a Taoist robe in frost, holding Fuchen in his arms, and she lowered her eyes, just facing Meng Yanhan, Meng Yanhan Dazed for a moment, he was about to wink at her, but Qing Zheng looked away, and leaped down from the crane lightly, as leisurely as a cloud, and saluted everyone on the stage one by one, and then sat down on Qingru's seat. seat, no more words.

She was also sixteen or seventeen years old, and now that her eyebrows and eyes were wide open, Meng Yanhan felt a little as if she had passed away.

Qing Zheng in her memory has always been embarrassed, shy and introverted, and it is impossible to take the initiative to lead the way out of the mountain—unless Qing Ru personally invites him.

In fact, most of the people here are lower than her in seniority, Wen Zhumi even saluted her seriously, and asked softly: "Dare to ask the real person Qing Zheng, is the Taoist..."

Clutching his sleeves, Qing Zheng returned a salute to him, and whispered: "Senior brother is currently in closed-door training, and he can't get away."

This is the first time this kind of thing has happened in the history of the sword test meeting. The audience was chaotic, and there were many people who questioned Pichenmen outside the strong but incompetent. Softly explained in a low voice: "If you want to challenge for a seat in the sword test, you only need to compete with Pindao. If Pindao loses, the seat will naturally be handed over."

Song Zhubo raised his eyelids and said pointedly: "Ah, that's really bloody money."

Before Meng Yanhan could respond, everyone around him became inexplicably excited.

After all, Qingru was so sick that he had to delay the sword test meeting, and only sending such a yellow-haired girl here must have left two direct disciples, and the Pichenmen might be at the end of their lives.

Meng Yanhan didn't know what to do, so he subconsciously looked for Meng Wubei's trace, but saw that the latter was still whispering to Xiao Shuhua beside Xiao Shuhua, and the joke of the chicken feather cub was still in his ears, Meng Yanhan was even more annoyed, but she Unable to do anything else, he could only resign himself to his fate and look at Qing Zheng with lowered eyebrows and eyes, as if he was about to wipe out the entire family of Pichenmen.

"Damn." Meng Yanhan cursed in a low voice, "It's so worthless, why don't you just pass it on to the apprentice."

Song Zhubo rolled his eyes and expressed his admiration for her amazing ability to speak: "You don't even inherit the position of head, so why inherit this ranking."

Meng Yanhan: "...shut up."

Forget it, no matter what happens, Meng Yanhan is bound to win the top ten seats in the sword test.