Jianling

When Meng Wubei made the promise, he was righteous and strict, and he could draw his sword to stop the mouths of people all over the world. However, if he really wanted to ask him where to find Xiao Shuhua, Meng Wubei could only bow his head in silence. On the palm of the hand on the sword faintly remained the cold sweat that he had never stopped.

Fortunately, Wen Zhumi always practiced what he said, and said that five days would be five days. He neither let people follow Meng Wubei nor interfered with Meng Wubei's whereabouts. Yulouchun, who almost took Wen Zhumi's life, dared to hide it in his heart no matter how anxious he was, and would not make trouble in Meng Wubei's face anyway.

When they gathered in Juxianlou, a group of self-proclaimed heroes of old gangsters also had the same caliber, and they all chose to sit on the sidelines, waiting to see Meng Wupei's tricks. There was no movement for a long time, and he went to take care of Song Mingyun's funeral honestly.

But Meng Wubei searched for three days in a row, and almost searched all the hills on the outskirts of the city, but he didn't see the mysterious and majestic Tongbei Mountain in the legend.

After all, in this scorching sun season, Meng Wubei himself finds it inconceivable to find some clothes with outstanding lightness skills among the rolling mountains, beautiful waters and green mountains.

Meng Lang had been working in the back kitchen of a small inn, and he was sloppy. Today, he finished his work early for a whole day, and he was holding a jar of good wine in his arms. Meng Lang felt that the task of exhorting him was easier than the bruised and bruised Xiao Tongbei.

Meng Lang leaned against the side of the counter, waiting for the shopkeeper to settle today's wages to him.

The Taoist priest in white walked in at the moment when the sky broke through the clouds, and he stepped on the mottled light and shadow. The sun filled his body, revealing his tiredness, but he still walked extremely Wenji was very calm, and his eyes just swept across the hall calmly, not stopping for a moment when they passed Meng Lang.

The shopkeeper handed Meng Lang a string of greasy copper coins, while entertaining Meng Wubei with a smile: "Hey, this Taoist priest, do you want to stay at the top or stay in the shop?"

Meng Lang vaguely heard the slight exclamations in the hall one after another, and turned his head curiously. Suddenly, his heart beat like a drum, and his face, which was still smiling before, was only pale with astonishment.

Meng Wubei obviously didn't pay attention to his expression. Meng Lang's wrinkled white clothes seemed to be the best protective color, which made him perfectly blend into the dilapidated and outdated furnishings of this inn.

"Excuse me, is Tongbei Mountain near here?"

The shopkeeper frowned: "Same Sad Mountain? I've never heard of it. How can there be a name for the nearby mountain?"

Meng Wubei nodded slightly as expected, turned around and walked back.

But the shopkeeper suddenly patted his head enthusiastically, turned his head and said: "Xiao Meng, don't you live on the mountain? Have you ever heard of Tongbei Mountain?"

Meng Lang took a breath that was about to relax, and then suddenly hung back, barely hiding the panic on his face, so he could only hastily concealed it as shame, waved his hands and said, "No, I don't know... I can't help but feel sorry for you." Mountain."

"Then, have you ever seen a swordsman?" Meng Wubei frowned slightly, as if trying to describe Xiao Shuhua's characteristics, but after frowning for a long time, he could only summarize one sentence, "You look very good, I love you drink wine."

Meng Lang felt a little sour for no reason, as if he was defending Xiao Shuhua, but his face was still flushed and embarrassed, and he shook his head: "You look very good...I haven't seen it before."

Meng Wubei didn't force it, just nodded lightly, turned around and walked out of the inn, her snow-white figure seemed to melt in the brilliant sunlight at any moment.

The shopkeeper let out a sigh, and said sympathetically, "I heard that the priest asked all the way from Huadu, and he didn't miss any of the storehouses and villages along the way."

A diner in the hall also sighed: "I was stopped by him once at the city gate of Huadu the day before yesterday. I don't know who he is looking for, and whoever is holding the sun, I will ask hundreds of people. Thousands of times...I can't, I don't have the patience."

"But who can he look for? A handsome swordsman?" The shopkeeper spat out a piece of melon seeds, "Oh, I don't understand these knights, but they don't sound like seeking revenge."

"Poor, really pitiful."

"He's well dressed."

"Yeah, the Taoist priests these days are all shrewd, and they are very good at cheating money. They are not at all like the masters of the Pichenmen... But the one just now is not only good-looking, but also looks like a Pichenmen. "

"Nonsense, have you seen the Pichenmen again?"

Meng Lang shrank his neck in bewilderment, and interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "Shopkeeper, then I'll go back first."

"Go, go, thank you for your hard work today."

Meng Lang couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but as soon as he left the inn, he saw Meng Wubei grabbing passers-by and asking them one by one, as if he was tireless, asking the same question repeatedly, his two thin lips chattering endlessly, but just Those few sentences were repeated upside down.

A person who seems so taciturn may not have said as much in the past few days as he has in the past few days?

Meng Lang only felt that the only thing that lingered in his mind was Meng Wubei's back when he had just left.

Every step is done in a regular manner, as if it has been specially measured. It is born to keep your eyes straight, walk without clothes, but wherever you pass, you can form an upright scenery, upright and awe-inspiring, like the clearest Tianchi. The jade figure carved out of the book, knowing that no one will be left in his eyes, can't help being admirable - so noble and calm.

At this moment, Meng Lang spontaneously found an excuse for Meng Wubei's ruthless, ungrateful, chaotic and ungrateful behavior.

Because his back looks firm and lonely.

He suddenly wanted to catch up with Meng Wubei and ask him why he made Xiao Shuhua sad. If he could really give a reasonable answer, he would take him to see Xiao Shuhua.

...Anyway, Xiao Shuhua is so powerful, he won't be at a disadvantage, right?

Meng Lang came back to his senses, startled by his own thoughts, and quickly raised his hand to pat his head, but when he raised his eyes again, it was clear that Meng Wubei's Wei'an's straight back was in front of him.

Meng Lang wished he could pull out Meng Wubei's Yu Louchun and end it for himself.

"Why do you follow the poor Taoist?" Meng Wubei turned around and looked at him, there was no suspicion or defense in his clear eyes, he just stated his doubts frankly, as clean as a child.

Meng Lang stepped back subconsciously, feeling embarrassed and thought to himself at the same time, is this the person Master cares about?Sure enough, it was unusual.

"Shun, Shun Lu."

Meng Wubei looked at him intently, as if he was thinking about the credibility of his words, but he quickly gave up this consideration and nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Wait, wait a minute." Meng Lang clenched his fists and finally said, "I... actually heard of Tongbei Mountain."

Before the words finished, Meng Lang suddenly felt that his eyes that had been light just now suddenly became heavy and hot. Meng Wubei rubbed his fingertips lightly, trying to suppress the ecstasy in his voice, and said in a low voice, "Same sad mountain? "

Meng Lang nodded.

"...can you show me the way?"

Meng Lang clenched his sleeves in distress, wondering: "Can you reveal your identity and purpose first?"

"Poverty and no sorrow, I came here for my friends."

"Friend?"

"Exactly."

Meng Lang chewed these two words carefully, and only tasted sarcasm. Based on Xiao Shuhua's behavior alone, he really didn't think these two were just ordinary friends.But Meng Wubei's expression was open and sincere, without any falsehood, it seemed that in his consideration, Xiao Shuhua was indeed just a friend.

Meng Lang took a deep breath, considered for a moment, and said, "I'm Meng Lang. Meng, who has the same surname as you, let loose like a wave."

This time, the stagnation of Meng Wubei's figure was particularly obvious, and a trace of struggle clearly passed through the black and white silent eyes, and then he bowed slightly, and said very sincerely: "Xiao Qing has a stubborn heart, hope Your Excellency Haihan .”

"...what?"

Meng Wubei pursed his lips, bowed and saluted skillfully, and recited it backwards: "What Xiao Qing did is inappropriate, Pindao should apologize for him. If you have other requests, Pindao will do his best to meet them."

"The rest of the requirements?" Meng Lang only felt thunderbolts, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and he said in a muffled voice, "What do you think he did?"

Meng Wubei remained silent.

He rushed all the way to Huadu. Although he was in a hurry, he still visited all the places where Xiao Shuhua was rumored to have been bloodwashed, and offered incense one by one. He never gave up, and personally apologized to Song Mingting, and even agreed to a request from the court envoy.

The Qinggong Fuyun of Pichenmen can be said to be the best in the world, and Meng Wubei is even more outstanding. After leaving Pichenmen, he has never slackened. In one vein.

The imperial court didn't want much, they just admitted that they needed more advanced lightness kung fu.

Meng Wubei gave it.

But in front of him, the gentle young man in white with a naturally smiling face had to bear such a frivolous and obscure name as "Meng Lang". He really didn't dare to think about what Xiao Shuhua had done to slander a clear-cut man like this. Ordinary people without any grudges.

Meng Lang took a deep breath and quickly figured out the key point, but he was suddenly tired of explaining, and suddenly understood Xiao Shuhua's lingering depression and powerlessness.

He nodded, and said in a low voice: "Baopuzi's words are serious...please follow along..."

Meng Lang's words stopped suddenly, his eyes looked behind Meng Lang, and he immediately lowered his head in panic. Meng Wubei turned around, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Shuhua, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, wearing a black robe. It is as usual, luxurious and stunning as if it is still the bright boy in Yundu who turned all sentient beings upside down at the age of 17.

Xiao Shuhua smiled at the end of his eyes, every step was as light as stepping on the moon, and Gui Dianqiu on his waist swayed gently, touching people's hearts with a heavy and frivolous way.

Meng Wubei turned around and looked at him, one mysterious and one white facing each other, but unexpectedly calm and quiet.

Until Xiao Shuhua took the lead in smiling, a blunt and sharp irony was drawn on Yin Hong's lips: "Are you looking for me, Baopuzi?"