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Chapter 57: Flowing Ink Qingyuan Sword

In a study room filled with the aroma of books, Centipede sat at the table, grinding it slowly, and then started writing. After writing, he grabbed the snow-white carrier pigeon parked by the window, tied the note to its leg, and then wrote with one hand.

Throw it, and the homing pigeon immediately rises into the sky, spreads its wings and flies towards the distance.

After walking out of the room, Xiao Yueming walked downstairs. As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw Er Mazi running towards him wearing his usual work clothes and a dirty apron filled with vegetable leaves.

When Er Mazi saw Xiao Yueming, he gasped and said in a stuttering tone: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, the two big shots who went upstairs with you yesterday are here."

"We went upstairs together yesterday?" Xiao Yueming stood on the steps. After thinking for a while, he thought of who was coming.

Seeing Er Mazi's nervous expression, Xiao Yueming shook his head, patted Er Mazi's shoulder, and said seriously: "Brother Ma, you can't do this. You are the one who wants to travel with me, how can you encounter this?"

You panic over trivial matters and lose your sense of proportion. There is no distinction between high and low among people in this world. If you think you are inferior, then you are really like that."

"Er Mazi understands."

Er Mazi nodded firmly. What Xiao Yueming said, Er Mazi had never thought of in this way before. He was just a boy in a restaurant, and his status was only a little higher than that of the beggar. In the past, he had humbled himself.

He has to call everyone he sees when he meets him, but now that he has to follow Young Master Xiao around the world, he naturally needs to be tougher than before.

Seeing that Er Mazi understood what he said, Xiao Yueming nodded with a smile and walked downstairs.

As soon as they got downstairs, they saw Qian Yun and Qian Fengyu sitting on the wooden benches on the first floor, while Mr. Xian stood beside Qian Yun as always.

Walking quickly, Xiao Yueming saluted the two of them: "I've seen Brother Qian Yun and Brother Feng Yu."

The two of them also stood up with a smile and returned the greeting. Qian Yuan put one hand behind his back, with a faint smile on his handsome face: "Brother Xiao, I couldn't accompany you yesterday. Today I asked the driver and came here specifically to bother me. I don't know if Xiao

Brother, do you have time?"

"Yes, there will be a lantern riddle party today. If you can guess right, you might win a lot of goodies."

Qian Fengyu's voice was hearty and he continued to speak.

Xiao Yueming smiled calmly and joked: "Of course I have time, but with Brother Feng Yu's status, is this lantern riddle reward an extremely rare thing?"

Qian Fengyu scratched his head and looked a little embarrassed: "They are just some worthless gadgets. In the past years, I would guess this lantern riddle every time, but I never got a reward. This year, with Brother Six and Brother Xiao as my companions, I will definitely be able to do it in one fell swoop."

Won the lead."

Xiao Yueming thought for a moment and then said, "I wonder if I can bring a friend with me?"

Hearing this, Qian Yun said with a smile: "Brother Xiao is joking, of course it's okay. Brother Xiao's friend is our friend, just ask him to come."

After bowing, he turned around and went upstairs to his room.

"唔唔唔"

Knocking lightly on the door, Xiao Yueming couldn't help but feel a little helpless. This time, he had to knock on the door in his own room, which was really funny.

As soon as there was a knock on the door, Su Lan opened the door, looked at Xiao Yueming standing in front of the door, and asked: "Brother Xiao, can you see me if you have anything to do?"

"Brother Su, there is a lantern riddle event today, can you go with us?"

"Lantern riddles?" Su Lan's eyes wandered. She had heard others talk about guessing lantern riddles, but she couldn't catch up. When she heard Xiao Yueming talk about it, she became interested.

"Okay, please wait for me first."

After saying that, Su Lan quickly closed the door, swallowed the last bun left on the table, chewed it twice, and felt the tender and delicious meat bun, her eyes curved into crescent moons, revealing a look of happiness.

Not long after, Su Lan walked out of the room and said calmly: "Let's go."

Looking at the soup stuck to Su Lan's fake beard, Xiao Yueming suppressed a smile and reminded: "Brother Su, you just finished breakfast, but you forgot to wipe your mouth?"

When Su Lan heard this, she quickly turned around, touched her mouth a few times randomly, and then walked downstairs without saying anything. Xiao Yueming had no choice but to follow Su Lan.

Downstairs, Qian Yun and Su Lan hugged each other and greeted each other. Just after Su Lan finished the introduction, Xiao Yueming continued and sighed softly: "You may not know that the fate of my brother Su is actually extremely rough."

Hearing this, Qian Yue and the other two were also confused as to what Xiao Yueming meant.

Su Lan stood next to Xiao Yueming, her body stiffened, and she felt a wave of malice rolling towards her like a tide.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yueming told the story compiled by Su Lan in a very sad tone. It could be said that he told it with emotion.

Bingmao, vivid and colorful.

Qian Yun was already deeply hurt, but now that he knew that Su Lan also had such a tragic past, he couldn't help but feel good about her, and began to sincerely persuade Su Lan. Maybe this was the so-called sympathy for the same fate.

Su Lan could only look sad, nodding her head in agreement from time to time, but in her heart she had already cut Xiao Yueming into pieces with a thousand knives and put him in a frying pan a hundred times.

The three of them got on the carriage and walked all the way towards Yong'an Street, where the lantern riddle party was held.

Not long after, the horse slowly stopped, and Su Lan was the first to get out of the carriage. Su Lan listened to Qian Yun's affectionate guidance all the way. It could be said that she had a splitting headache. At the same time, her hatred for Xiao Yueming became deeper and deeper. She stood there.

On the wide street, Su Lan took a deep breath, and the buzzing in her head eased a little.

When I got up and got off the car, I saw a lively crowd. Various vendors were shouting loudly. Looking towards the inner street, I could see rows of bright red lanterns on both sides of the crowded street.

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Qian Fengyu got off the carriage and looked around, really looking for something. After a pause, Qian Fengyu walked through the crowd and walked towards a stall.

Seeing this, everyone followed him and approached the stall, only to find that it was a vendor buying masks. There were various styles of masks on the shelves that were as high as one person. There were also several children wearing masks around them.

Chasing and playing with each other.

Picking up a feather-like mask, Qian Fengyu put it on his face. Seeing this, Su Lan asked with some confusion: "Brother Fengyu, why are you wearing a mask?"

After Qian Fengyu adjusted the mask to a comfortable position, he explained: "In previous years, when I came to this lantern riddle party, I was always recognized. No matter what answer I gave to the lantern riddle, the boss would always give me the reward."

If this happens, I will lose the fun of guessing lantern riddles, so I put on this mask, so no one will recognize me anymore."

"Brother Six, Brother Xiao, the two of you have also shown your faces in Baiyuehui. Why don't you buy a mask and wear it, especially Brother Xiao? It's already known that it's called Liumo Qingyuan Sword. Could it be that Xiao

Brother, you still don’t know?"

When Xiao Yueming heard this, he couldn't help being speechless and sighed secretly:

"It seems that the effect of the White Moon Society is very impressive. No wonder so many literati and warriors are rushing to go there, just to come up with a limelight, the Liumo Qingyuan Sword, which must be the combination of the Qingyuan Sword and the Falling Rain and Flowing Ink Picture.
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