Jianling

There was no sound in Juxian Building.

The expression of Wen Zhumi who was the most excited before could not be said to agree or disapprove, just staring at Meng Wubei quietly like that, as if making a judgment in his heart, Wen Meixun beside him frowned, full of dissatisfaction. Willing antipathy.Feng Chenshan was also slightly surprised. Although he guessed that Meng Wubei would make a choice, he didn't expect it to be such a straightforward choice.

If you don't accept it, come and fight, as long as you can't kill him, you must protect Xiao Shuhua.

But even if they don't respond, others will.

But after a while, one person snorted coldly with disdain: "No wonder he is an abandoned disciple. If the Pichenmen hides such a thing, Qingru Daojun will not be guaranteed at the end of the day."

Meng Wubei's eyelids twitched slightly, but there was no extra movement, as if he was completely indifferent to such verbal provocation.

A guy who only dares to show off his quick tongue is not worthy of Charity's attention.

But unexpectedly, no one in Juxian Building dared to draw a sword at him fifteen minutes after he finished speaking.

——The sixth in Jianghu, closely following Xiao Shuhua, and has never seen Baopuzi doing his best. Those who can stand here are all people who can talk on various roads, and no one will bet on their lives.

Wen Zhumi waited and watched for a long time, and seemed to realize that the emotions of the crowd had not yet been aroused by him, so he curled the corners of his lips ironically, quietly stopped Wen Meixun who was about to rush up to the stage, passed through the crowd alone, and walked around to the steps beside him , step by step towards Meng Wubei.

Huanxi Zong Zuo Dharma protector doesn't know martial arts, it is well known all over the world.

When he passed through the crowd, everyone subconsciously gave in for him, even though Wen Zhumi was so small that he could easily be ignored, like a drop of water diving into a lake, but at this moment no one dared to ignore him.

Wen Zhumi finally stood in front of Meng Wubei, he was shorter than Meng Wubei by more than a head, almost reaching his chest, but he slightly lifted his chin, and waited quietly with his eyes closed, as if he was calm and ready to kill.

The veins on the back of Meng Wubei's hands twitched, and even Feng Chenshan squinted his eyes.

"Ashamed, this junior is not good at fighting." Wen Zhumi said softly, "So, please Baopuzi directly."

"you dare--!?"

Meng Wupei looked down the stage, Wen Meixun was being dragged by several disciples of the Huanxi Sect, her beautiful Furong face was almost distorted with anxiety, and there was an indelible hatred in her eyes, she yelled desperately Shouting, he stabbed at Meng Wubei blatantly like a knife: "Don't! Don't touch him! I'll fight you, I'll fight you!"

"She cares about you very much." Meng Wubei looked back at Wen Zhumi.

Wen Zhumi opened his eyes and nodded seriously: "I also value my sister very much."

"you will die."

Wen Zhumi lowered her eyelashes, feeling lost: "Well, sister just lost her adoptive father, she must be very sad. But I really have no way to agree with Baopuzi's proposal."

Wen Meixun yelled hoarsely, and even the others changed from waiting intently to watch the show, and turned their faces away in embarrassment.

After all, for many years, no one has heard that Baopuzi will show mercy to anyone.

He doesn't kill people, it seems that it is only because he has never met an enemy who needs to do it.

...But if he wanted to touch Xiao Shuhua, he might become that kind of enemy.

"Zhumi—!"

When Meng Wubei really mentioned Yulouchun, Wen Meixun felt that she was really going crazy.

She desperately tried to break free from the dragging of her disciples, and even wished she could draw a sword from her waist to cut off these restraints, Meng Wubei no longer looked at her, Wen Meixun's face was flushed, and she felt almost collapsed, but After a clanging sound, Wen Zhumi was still standing there with good hands and feet, while Yu Louchun held a sword flower in Meng Wubei's hand, and the cold light all over his body flashed in the eyes of everyone in an instant.

Feng Chenshan slowly withdrew his sword, and said calmly: "Wu Bei, let's take a step back."

He called Wusai, which was to suppress him as an elder.

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, put the sword back into its sheath, and the bottom of his eyes was clear: "I would like to hear the details."

He has always advanced and retreated in a certain way, even if he is refuted in public, he will never be angry. Feng Chenshan looked at him, and for a while there was a strange silence in the Juxian Building where you could hear the drop of a needle.

Feng Shenshan who is ambiguous, Meng Wubei and Wen Zhumi who are equally firm in their attitudes.

Everyone felt dizzy. As expected of Xiao Shuhua, he could cause an unusual commotion without his presence.

"The private enmity between the Huanxi Sect and the Xiao Clan has been discussed before, and the idlers will not intervene. Now Ming Yun... Should we also ask the Song family what they mean?" Feng Chenshan's eyes wandered around the audience. After a while, after confirming that there was no Song family present, he said again, "As for the fact that he killed more than 1000 people... If you are willing to act chivalrously and find your own way, if you don't want to, you don't have to force it. Willing to go above and beyond."

Meng Wubei remained calm and calm as usual.

"Then how do you plan to deal with the Huanxizong, the Song family, and the chivalrous people who are looking for their own way—Wu Bei?"

Wen Zhumi had already been helped off the stage, and now he was leaning against Wen Meixun's side, with his head lowered, no one could see his expression, but Feng Chenshan had an intuition that this son would react, even though when he looked over, Wen Zhumi Zhu Mi still looked blankly pale after being frightened.

Meng Wubei said softly: "The poor Taoist will persuade him to stop, as long as you give me a few days."

"Just stop?" Even Feng Shen Shan was clearly dissatisfied this time.

Meng Wubei could only hesitate for a while, and hesitantly said: "Persuade him to surrender."

Feng Chenshan almost couldn't help being happy, with the power of the court, unless there is only one Xiao Shuhua imprisoned by thousands of troops, it's not considered Meng Wubei's intention to rescue, otherwise this surrender is just a show.

Meng Wubei had no choice but to say: "Accompany him to Xunfeng Senior to decide the crime."

Only then did Feng Chenshan slightly nod his head.

Wen Zhumi suddenly said: "Then what if Baopuzi can't do it?"

Meng Wubei was obviously taken aback.

"Baopuzi and him have been feuding for a long time, haven't they?"

Everyone was silent, and secretly applauded in their hearts.

If Meng Wubei and Xiao Shuhua hadn't had a conflict, how could Xiao Shuhua catch and bite like a mad dog.

Meng Wubei also lowered his head, his whole body trembling unseenly. He had been running around for Xiao Shuhua these days, but he didn't dare to get too close to Xiao Shuhua. It wasn't until the news of Song Mingyun's death reached his ears that he finally made up his mind to come Juxian Building, hoping to stop these so-called heroes here.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands, no matter how capable Xiao Shuhua is, it is impossible to fight against so many people at the same time.

But he actually forgot that the relationship between him and Xiao Shuhua had reached that stage.

...and Wu Huan.

If Xiao Shuhua hadn't killed Wuhuan, would everything have turned around?

Wen Zhumi's clear voice interrupted his contemplation, this time he took the initiative to suggest: "If Baopuzi can't convince Xiao Shuhua, why not Baopuzi join us, arrest Xiao Shuhua and come back to confess his guilt together."

Meng Wubei's body trembled slightly, and her thin lips trembled accordingly, as if she wanted to ask something in return.

But amidst the quiet breathing of the surroundings, Feng Chenshan raised his hand and gently pressed it on his shoulder, Meng Wubei took a few quick breaths, it was the first time since they separated that he was eager to see Xiao Shuhua immediately, Finally nodded: "Yes."

"At that time, whether it is death or disability, the minority obeys the majority."

Meng Wubei slowed down her breathing, as if she was struggling.

Then he opened his mouth and said softly, "Okay."

Just give him some more time, as long as everyone keeps Xiao Shuhua alone, give him some time.

Responding to his heartfelt voice, Wen Zhumi also looked at him sincerely: "In this case, Huanxizong is willing to wait for Baopuzi for another five days."

Wen Meixun remained silent at the side, probably stimulated by the shock of almost losing her younger brother, and her hatred for Xiao Shuhua also temporarily weakened a little.

Meng Wubei asked: "The Song family..."

Feng Chenshan sighed softly, seeing the earnest expression of the always proud white-clothed Taoist priest, he finally couldn't bear it: "Song Mingting is the only one left in the Song family who dares to fight, so naturally he needs to seek help from our generation. More than enough."

Meng Wubei's expression finally calmed down. If he hadn't always been serious, his expression at this time should have been moved and tears filled his eyes.

Some of the chivalrous men below had some complaints, but seeing that Feng Chenshan and Huanxizong were willing to compromise, and then calculated Xiao Shuhua's terrifying killing, they all stopped and waited for Feng Chenshan's order to give up.

In the final analysis, this is still a personal enmity.

No matter how righteously indignant they were, they were just looking for Xiao Shuhua's troubles in groups. Without Feng Chenshan's organization, even if they had a hundred guts, they would not dare to compete with the imperial court to find someone at the foot of the imperial city with great fanfare.

Whispering voices could be heard in the crowd, but the crowd huddled together and insisted on their own opinions, but no one noticed a plainly dressed child in the corner quietly exiting the Juxian Tower and heading straight for the outside of the city.

Xiao Tongbei went out early and returned late, lurking in Juxian Building for a whole day. At this time, he kept going all the way, ignoring the eyes of passers-by, panting and running into the restaurant with the fewest customers at the foot of Tongbei Mountain. , looked at Xiao Shuhua, who was enjoying himself, and said out of breath, "Come, come."

Xiao Shuhua didn't stop, but just snorted softly through his nose: "Huh?"

Xiao Tongbei gasped for a long time, and finally he could barely speak: "Meng Wubei is here."

Xiao Shuhua finally put down his wine glass.

Xiao Tongbei seemed to be afraid that he would not believe it, and continued: "Wear white clothes, hold a sword, and stand with Old Man Feng. Everyone calls him Baopuzi, and Old Man Feng calls him 'Wu Bei'."

"Here we come." Xiao Shuhua murmured.

He looked blankly behind Xiao Tongbei, but the emotions in those charming eyes were too complicated, as if a white-clothed Meng Wubei had been fabricated out of thin air in the open space behind Xiao Tongbei.

"He's here." Xiao Shuhua suddenly raised his hand and hastily covered his eyes. He looked up and looked like he was crying, but his voice was trembling with uncontrollable excitement, "Meng Wubei, you're here .”

Xiao Tong was choked up, and said cautiously: "Also, they said that a senior Song died, and you killed it. That's why Meng Wubei came here."

Xiao Shuhua was taken aback when he heard the words, and then really laughed.

"Whatever. Just come." Xiao Shuhua tilted his head, his eyes were full of uncontrollable smiles.

Xiao Tongbei didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he could only turn his head and look outside the winery. This place was too far away from Huadu, and it was too remote. He often wondered if this winery and the three of them were the only ones left in the world.

Perhaps in meng lang's eyes, the three of them were the only ones who depended on each other.

But Xiao Shuhua was not.

In his eyes, Meng Wubei is the only person in the world.

Xiao Tong sadly drooped his eyelashes, depressed.

It's not fair.Why can't a person be directly attributable to another person?Let Meng Lang and Xiao Shuhua belong to him, as for Meng Wubei... He was really curious about that guy, he looked fierce, but he seemed to be sad for those who were killed by Xiao Shuhua.

Xiao Tongbei remembered that when he was hiding in a corner, he vaguely discerned a trace of remorse in Meng Wubei's eyes.