Jianling

Meng Lang waited until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and then tiptoed back to the cave with Xiao Tongbei, who had already fallen asleep, Xiao Shuhua disappeared, and there were broken wine jars all over the floor. The strong smell of wine filled Meng Lang's nostrils. Meng Lang could only be cautious He waded through the puddles of wine on the ground, gently placed Xiao Tongbei on the dry bed aside, and cleaned up the debris with the help of a trembling candle.

He couldn't guess where Xiao Shuhua would go, but the purse he left on the table was gone, Xiao Shuhua would probably go to live in the town tonight.

Xiao Shuhua's temper is really not suitable for getting along with ordinary people, but Meng Lang's tolerance is very comparable to others, not to mention that he has traveled down the mountain for many days, knows the movements of Huadu very well, and also knows a thing or two about Xiao Shuhua's original deeds - even with the Xiao Shuhua had a new interpretation of his name and surname.

After all, Meng Lang and Xiao Qing, who were all-powerful back then, will be an indelible legend in the world no matter how old they are.

Xiao Tong curled up uncomfortably, his red lips were tightly pressed, Meng Lang put his hand into his hair, and the child's soft hair hugged his fingers, Meng Lang's originally dignified expression finally relaxed a little, He also lightly combed Xiao Tongbei's hair with his hands, and touched his scalp as if dancing. Xiao Tongbei kicked his feet and fell asleep completely.

And meng lang had no sleep all night.

In the early morning of the next day, when Xiao Shuhua returned home, Meng Lang had already gone down to work. Xiao Shuhua picked Xiao Tongbei up from the bed and forced him to wash up before setting breakfast on the table. Xiao Tongbei seemed to be asleep, or Suspecting that Xiao Shuhua in front of him was in a dream, he refused to speak for a long time.

Xiao Shuhua tapped the small bowl of soy milk with his chopsticks: "Picky eaters?"

Xiao Tongbei frowned, and looked at him suspiciously: "Give me something to eat?"

"If you don't eat it, then you will eat it."

Xiao Tongbei didn't talk back to him, he directly picked up the small bowl and drank the soy milk in one gulp, at the end he didn't forget to lick the corners of his mouth, and looked at Xiao Shuhua warily.

Xiao Shuhua suddenly said: "I did what you said, what did you gain from going to Huadu?"

Xiao Tongbei put down the bowl, and replied cautiously: "Is there any evidence?"

Xiao Shuhua sneered, and pulled out Gui Dianqiu from the sheath, the sword was still covered with a few traces of blood that hadn't dried up, it was obvious that he had just killed someone not long ago.

Xiao Tongbei blinked, and quickly said: "You can't tell Yuan Yuan."

"Yuan Yuan?" Xiao Shuhua glanced at him and said with a sneer, "There are quite a lot of nicknames. What's the benefit of telling him?"

Xiao Tongbei didn't hold back, and said bluntly: "They went to the Juxian Building in Huadu. It is said that an old man named Feng Chenshan was the host. move you."

Xiao Shuhua didn't seem to be surprised by this result, but calmly played with the small wine glass in his hand: "Who went?"

Xiao Tong paused sadly, and responded very calmly: "I haven't heard of anyone named Meng Wubei."

Xiao Shuhua remained silent, and the wine glass in his hand stopped spinning.

Xiao Tongbei glanced at his face, and continued: "But someone said that Baopuzi had been missing for a long time, and no one has heard of him."

The wine glass burst suddenly.

Xiao Shuhua lowered his eyes and drooped his eyelashes, and slowly pulled out the porcelain residue from his pale and thin hand. The blood quickly oozed out from between the scars, and he just wiped it hastily, then raised his eyes and said: "You did a good job, next time continue again."

Xiao Tongbei had a strange expression on his face, and seemed a little unwilling to talk to him, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said softly, "You've done a good job, too."

After Meng Lang finished his work, he went to a painting workshop as usual. This painting workshop was not very famous, but the advantage was that it was not far from Tongbei Mountain, and most of his calligraphy and paintings were sold here.

But today's painting workshop is surprisingly quiet. Not only are there no visitors, even the usual stalls in front of the door have been put away. The coachman was carrying some unsold calligraphy and paintings.

Meng Lang's heart sank, and he stretched out his hand to grab one of the drivers: "Brother, please tell me... What happened to this workshop?"

The coachman glanced at him, recognized him as a poor scholar who usually came to sell paintings, and casually said: "The owner of the workshop disappeared last night, Madam asked to transport all the things in the workshop to his home."

"No, gone?"

"Yeah, the devil knows what happened. In the night, Madam suddenly screamed, and he was gone." The coachman lowered his voice, "He deserves it. He opened his mouth and scolded you yesterday, didn't he? I guess it's a Jiang Hu person." What the hell, there have been a lot of swordsmen in Huadu recently, and they're dead with one blow."

Meng Lang only felt a chill on his back, he inexplicably thought of Xiao Shuhua who hadn't returned all night last night - but Xiao Shuhua didn't know the grudge between him and the owner of the workshop, and he drank alcohol last night, so it's impossible for him to go down the mountain to avenge him.

I'm afraid it was true that Fangzhu offended someone, and the knights invited by Shen Shan this time happened to be someone who was not used to him.

Meng Lang swallowed, and carefully bowed to the driver: "Thank you for letting me know."

"What's the matter! He always scolds you, isn't he just bullying you for urgent need of money, and trying to undercut your price, I can't stand it." The coachman scratched his head honestly, and smiled at him again, "Actually, you painted It's pretty nice, really."

Meng Lang smiled reluctantly, thanked him for his kindness, and hurried away with his painting in his arms.

He felt very panicked, after all, he was already so close to the bloody rivers and lakes.

Could it be that one day he inadvertently offended someone, and someone took advantage of the night to take his life away with a sword?

When the time comes, will Xiao Shuhua, who treats him like nothing, avenge him?

Will Xiao Tongpei, who is the most coquettish with him, feel sad?

Meng Lang felt a little sad in his heart. He tightly held the arm holding the painting scroll, thinking to himself, he has always been cautious in his words and deeds, rarely offended anyone, and he hadn't found his missing sister yet, so how could he die so easily.

His heart was spinning like electricity, and various thoughts emerged one after another, like a cotton padded jacket with holes, from which the cotton wadding was scrambling to fly out, but he didn't have time to react, so he could only stretch out his hand to press it, deceiving himself.

Meng Lang walked fast, he just wanted to go back to Tongbei Mountain quickly, so as not to be suspected that he had something to do with Fangzhu's death.

Didn't someone say that?Said that he was scolded by Fangzhu yesterday... What if someone suspects him?

But the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made, the more hurried he walked, but the picture scrolls in his arms seemed determined to confront him, leaking out one by one from his arms. When Meng Lang realized it, he had already dropped two or three scrolls. Go back and pick it up.

Meng Lang raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a hand holding one of the rolls, which was firmly handed to his eyes.

Meng Lang lowered his head, took it quickly, and thanked him quickly.

The other party was a head taller than him. Meng Lang only noticed that he was wearing the same white clothes as himself, but the material was quite different. His white clothes were made of high-quality cloud silk, which was highly sought after in Yundu, so it was similar to Xiao Shuhua's clothes. .

The man didn't make a sound, just handed him the painting and then turned to run in the opposite direction.However, Meng Lang was suddenly blessed. He raised his head in a daze, and saw the scabbard on the man's straight back, and the precarious Taoist crown. His hair hung down to his waist like flowing ink, and he could guess who this man was just by looking at his back. How pure and noble.

The pattern of the scabbard was exactly the same as that of Xiao Shuhua's Gui Dianqiu!

A flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his mind, and a string of words flew through his mind as if he had been looking forward to it for a long time. It was a small booklet from Qianjilou that he specially found from a small book stand.

"Baopuzi, whose common surname is Meng, wears the sword Yulouchun, an abandoned disciple of the Pichen sect, who is good at wielding the nineteen swords of Pichen, his best friend Shouzhenjun, who likes to wear white clothes, and is the sixth in the world today."

--is it him?This person is Meng Wubei?Is it the real Meng Lang?

Meng Lang was stunned and stood there for a long time, causing passers-by to peek at him without realizing it.

Is Master looking for Meng Wubei?Did they fight?Or got lost by accident?

Why did Meng Wubei come here?Is he also looking for Master?Then should I take the initiative to catch up and lead Meng Wubei to Tongbei Mountain?

But is he really Meng Wubei?Could it be just some quack who is obsessed with Master or Meng Wubei?

Best friend Shou Zhenjun...?Are they best friends?

...what level of best friend?

Meng Lang hated his mother-in-law's faults the most in his life, but he could never restrain these thoughts, and when he regained consciousness again, the man in white had completely disappeared.Now whether he is Meng Wubei or not, he can't catch up.

Meng Lang felt an unspeakable shame, not only because of his sloppy character, but also because he suddenly thought that if such a lonesome man in white was Meng Wubei, then what exactly was he, "Meng Lang"?

Fake?

He pursed his lips, trying to force a smile.

But how can he be able to imitate that one-ten-thousandth Gao Jue?

It's no wonder that Xiao Shuhua treats him like nothing. No matter if he is compared to Xiao Shuhua, Meng Wubei, or even the talented Xiao Tongbei, he is undoubtedly the same.

Meng Lang smiled, hugged his painting, and walked quickly towards Tongbei Mountain.

In any case, if you can see this person again next time, just ask if it is Meng Wubei.

If he really is Meng Wubei, Master should be very happy to be so close to this person.

Meng Wubei waded through mountains and rivers all the way, dressed in white and dusty, and finally entered Huadu City Gate before dark.

After all, Huadu is the capital of the country, even the adjacent Jiandu is extremely prosperous, not to mention Huadu is such a land where every inch of land is precious, even at night it is decorated with lights and festoons, like a world that never sleeps outside the mundane world.

He stepped on the long steps carved with gold and jade, and his whole body was like an unexpected new wind, without turning a corner, he rushed into the Juxian Building where all the heroes gathered.

In fact, most of the people in Juxian Building are still nostalgic for the prosperity of Huadu, and it has not disappeared yet, and Feng Chenshan has also taken good care of it, and has no intention of seeing off guests.

When Meng Wubei appeared in front of Feng Chenshan, he looked like a lush pine covered with frost and snow, he was really tall, even Feng Chenshan had to raise his chin slightly to see his whole picture.

"Baopuzi? What a surprise." Feng Chenshan held a jade cup and looked at the intruder in front of him calmly. He was indeed optimistic about Meng Wubei, but this one was far less amazing than what Xiao Shuhua brought him, so To this day, Feng Chenshan only thinks that he has no merit or fault.

He originally invited Meng Wubei to a banquet, but the children of the Feng family ran away and failed to find this Baopuzi who had disappeared for more than two months. He only thought that there was a rift between Xiao Shuhua and Meng Wubei, and Meng Wubei realized that It is not advisable to come forward.

Feng Chenshan remembered Xiao Shuhua's appearance exactly, those soul-stirring peach blossom eyes were truly unforgettable for a lifetime, but Meng Wubei was always low-key, just adorning Xiao Shuhua's side, not attracting attention at all.Today was the first time Meng Wubei met him alone. Feng Chenshan compared the two people's looks inappropriately, and suddenly felt that although Xiao Shuhua was very beautiful, he was also too feminine, while Meng Wubei was even more clear, with natural expressions in his eyes. There is a certain arrogance of stripping away the mortal world, and compared to Xiao Shuhua, he is a bit colder. It seems that he has been protected too well by the Pichenmen and Xiao Shuhua, so that he can grow into such a coldness who does not know the suffering of human feelings.

It is indeed a good friend.

Meng Wubei ignored his polite words, just looked into Feng Chenshan's eyes, and said openly: "Senior Song is gone."