Jianling

That night, Juxian Building in Huadu was like a finely crafted stage. In the nightmare of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, the magnificent stage collapsed overnight, and the troupe scattered like birds and beasts. Xiao Shuhua left wearing a cold moonlight At that time, Meng Wubei finally realized that no matter how much he pretended to be deaf and dumb, the relationship between the two of them was no longer what it used to be.

Xiao Shuhua was indeed the doom of his life, and irresponsibly grew into a glamorous flower on the right way with twists and turns in his heart.

The next morning, Meng Wubei woke up with screams. When Meng Wubei rushed to the foot of Tongbei Mountain, the corpses lying on the ground, the bloodstains that hadn't been washed away by a night of heavy rain, and the panicked townspeople were all Xiao Shuhua's venting anger without exception. The tool is also Xiao Shuhua's most ruthless reward.

The brothers and sisters of the Wen family arrived later than him. After all, Wen Zhumi doesn't know martial arts, and his physical condition is far inferior to others. Ever since Wen Xu's death, he has been worrying about the affairs of the Huanxi Sect. His complexion was indeed not good, and his face was worryingly pale.

Meng Wubei stood aside with a sword in his hand, watching Wen Zhumi organize everyone to clean up the scene in an orderly manner, and personally negotiated with the townspeople to appease the people.

Wen Zhumi felt like a light on his back for a moment, and he could feel Meng Wubei's cold gaze without turning his head, but he was always slick, so he just whispered a few words to his sister, Wen Meixun nodded, and walked towards Meng Wubei alone: "Baopuzi."

"Ah."

Wen Meixun bowed her hands and asked straight to the point: "When do you plan to go after Xiao Shuhua?"

Meng Wubei said calmly, "It's not appropriate to act too hastily."

"Too hasty?" Wen Meixun sneered aggressively, "Are you trying to let him go again?"

Meng Wubei remained silent, with a solemn expression as usual.

"If you had acted timely last night, these people wouldn't have died in vain today!" Wen Mei paused, and added, "Even, if you had joined us in encircling Xiao Shuhua from the beginning, even Senior Feng wouldn't be... ..”

Meng Wubei interrupted her coldly: "At least your brothers and sisters will still die."

Wen Meixun's complexion changed, and she said angrily: "If nothing happened to my father, of course my brothers and sisters wouldn't die! They... they changed, they bullied Zhu Mi when he was young, they colluded with Xiao Shuhua secretly, they... You deserve it!"

"Wen Zhumi told you?" Meng Wupei gave her a sad look, and there was some irony inexplicably on his calm face, but there was no sadness or joy on his face, he just nodded, "The future is boundless."

Wen Meixun's respect for him was far less than before, and now she was so angry that she didn't bother to pretend anymore: "Baopuzi, the Feng family won't be as easy to bully as we are. Senior Feng is gone, and the Feng family is still the Feng family." She took out a jade seal from her bosom, and it flashed before Meng Wubei's eyes, "Senior Feng's gold-encrusted vermilion seal, the Feng family respects it, Zhumi and I will not count on you anymore, you can do it yourself .”

Meng Wubei's Gujing Wubo's eyes finally moved slightly, and asked, "Where's the Song family?"

Wen Mei Xun said: "Except for Pichenmen who haven't replied yet, all the hundred and ten sects with surnames in Jianghu have expressed their views."

When he heard that Pichenmen hadn't replied, Meng Wubei's expression was relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Wen Zhumi coming slowly, dressed in plain clothes, with a dignified expression: "Baopuzi, Do you have any difficulties?"

His question was not tactful, but it sounded extremely sincere, as if he really cared about the senior he respected, and had no other thoughts.

Meng Wubei shook his head, Wen Zhumi said: "These chivalrous men are all benevolent and brave men who followed Xiao Shuhua out of the city spontaneously last night. They must have seen Senior Feng...acting on impulse. Xiao Shuhua's attack is fierce, if you read correctly , They went to Tongbei Mountain. But after Xiao Shuhua asked us to evacuate last night, he sent people to Tongbei Mountain to check. It was already empty, but their beds and stoves were not damaged, and maybe they will come back in the future. "

He can almost be regarded as telling the truth, and he has clearly stated all the news he has, thinking that he was responsible for the rise and fall of the Huanxi Sect at a young age, and now he can only condescend to ask Xiao Shuhua's old friend for help , The bystanders looked at each other left and right, and they were all moved.

It's a pity that Meng Wubei was born ignorant of facial expressions, and couldn't hear Wen Zhumi's overtures, so he asked bluntly, "How much of the Huanxi sect is accounted for?"

Wen Zhumi's expression changed, and he followed the good advice: "The disciples hated Xiao Shuhua to the bone, but I am a soft-spoken person. Sometimes when I speak, they all think that I am timid and cautious. It is true that several people participated in it, and unfortunately died... this Among the 27 people, ten are from my family."

Meng Wubei didn't respond, but the others felt that they heard his sneer, then he nodded, turned and walked back.

Wen Zhumi was about to catch up, but Meng Wubei said coldly: "The poor will not go with anyone."

When Xiao Shuhua Qingjian left last night, his cold and stern eyes swept over everyone, and when he looked at him, he was still calm.

This kind of cognition is better than a night of cold rain pouring head-on. Meng Wupei anxiously recalled the days and nights of the past, but only felt that Xiao Shuhua's voice and smile were as erratic as smoke and dust, and he obviously didn't want to watch them fade away. Stretching out his hand to hold it would startle him instead, twisting and hideous like a midnight nightmare.

But Feng Chenshan's appearance before he died was like another nightmare, more remorse than Xiao Shuhua brought him, it was a burst of fear, a moment of fear, and a moment of creepy silence.

Meng Lang assured him plausibly that Song Mingyun did not die at the hands of Xiao Shuhua, and Meng Yanhan never died—he really believed that, so he brought two jars of wine, which was Xiao Shuhua's favorite wine when he was young, and this is already Meng Wubei could give the most cheeky apology.

But people say that hearing is believing, seeing is believing, he firmly believed in the Xiao Shuhua he saw, so he gave up his life to protect him, so what about the Xiao Shuhua he saw last night?

And that... Xiao Shuhua who did that kind of thing after drinking, and made love to him as a man?

Meng Wubei had a headache, Yulouchun hummed in the sheath.

Did Xiao Shuhua really not kill Song Mingyun and Meng Yanhan?

Song Mingting had always respected his elder brother, if he told others, he would poison his own brother and nephew—Meng Wubei was willing to listen to Xiao Shuhua, but he really didn't know whether he should trust him or not.

If Meng Yanhan hadn't died, where would he have gone?Xiao Shuhua has been dissatisfied with her since she was 17 years old, can she really let her retreat completely?

The knuckles of Meng Wubei's hand holding the sword turned white. He purposely took a long way around the town and found Tongbei Mountain. Sure enough, as Wen Zhumi said, Xiao Shuhua and his two apprentices were no longer found. trace.

Meng Wubei went down the mountain, Wen Zhumi and Wen Meixun had already cleared up the situation, the townspeople were talking to them about what they saw this morning, but no one could remember if they saw Xiao Shuhua and his party Among the three, none of them even remembered that they had seen the stunning swordsman in black clothes, mysterious and addicted to alcohol.

However, some people had a deep memory of Meng Lang, and they all smiled when they mentioned him. Even if Wen Zhumi hinted that this man was an accomplice of the murderer, the townspeople shook their heads, unwilling to believe it.

The shopkeeper of the inn that Meng Wubei had visited before was the first to shake his head, spitting out melon seeds, and said firmly: "No, Xiao Meng is not that kind of person. He is even afraid of killing a chicken. I have seen him with my own eyes." Recite the mantra for the raw chicken in the back kitchen."

Another burly man also scratched his face honestly, and said: "Yes, Mr. Xiao Meng is a very nice person. My youngest son was born, and I can't read, so he gave me the name."

"That's right, he used to paint in a painting studio, he was good at painting, he could write well, and he could compose poems!"

The shopkeeper was not to be outdone: "Isn't it? When he was working at my place, he ate less and cooked a lot. When he first came here, he didn't understand anything. He learned seven or eight in three or two days, but he is smart. He is also very smart. To be honest, I don’t want to pay more, alas, I thought at the time, how could such a good boy not be an official?”

Another person rushed to talk: "No, Mr. Xiao Meng passed the exam. It seems that his family was attacked by bandits, and he was the only one left in the family... Hey, the master you are talking about, could it be that Mr. Xiao Meng said? benefactor?"

Meng Wubei twitched her eyebrows, stepped forward and asked, "Benefactor?"

"Yes, Mr. Xiaomeng said that when something happened to his family, it was thanks to his benefactor who saved him, otherwise his life would be in danger."

Wen Meixun seemed unable to listen any longer, and interrupted with a cold face: "Xiao En Xiao Hui."

She was holding a sword, and kept a cold face. The townspeople didn't dare to argue with her, so they stopped talking immediately. Only a few people looked annoyed, and the shopkeeper whispered: "The younger brother that Xiaomeng brought occasionally is not bad. .”

Meng Wubei nodded: "Xiao Tongbei?"

The shopkeeper also nodded, "I've heard him call him Tong Bei. Is his surname Xiao? I thought it was his younger brother, and his surname is Meng."

Meng Wubei didn't respond, Wen Zhumi turned her face to the side with a smile, implying: "Same sorrow."

Wen Meixun seemed a little disgusted, and was about to speak sarcastically, but was pulled away by Wen Zhumi, and finally did not speak.

"We don't know where the swordsman you mentioned has gone, but we heard from Xiao Meng," the shopkeeper thought for a long time, then clapped his hands, and said, "Xiao Meng is from Mingzhou, maybe he went back to Mingzhou Woolen cloth!"

Wen Zhumi was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looked at Meng Wubei, but saw Meng Wubei bowed his hands decisively, turned around and left.

Wen Zhumi asked behind him: "Are you going to Mingzhou to find him?"

Meng Wubei thought that he would not be fond of this child when he admitted that he had killed the senior brother and sister of the same school, but he would not slap the smiling face. Wen Zhumi never said bad words to him, Meng Wubei really didn't know how to communicate with him, He could only speak bluntly: "Pin Dao has his own plans."

Wen Zhumi nodded: "Okay, then we will split up with Baopuzi and go back to Yundu first - after all, Mingzhou is Mr. Xiao Meng's hometown, and Yundu is Xiao Shuhua's hometown."

Meng Wubei sneered, noncommittal.