Haha, Meng Qi laughed dryly, pretending not to hear it, left the boat on his own, boarded a boat, and moved closer to the shore. Wang Zai tactfully did not ask much, and when he got on the shore, he sincerely said: "Thank you, Brother Su, for helping him."

"It's just a matter of raising hands." Meng Qi calmed down.

"Brother Su Xian, do you really have something important? Do you need help?" Wang Zai felt that he should do something.

Meng Qi shook his head, not wanting to get Wang Zai involved in the "myth" matter: "It's just an excuse, I plan to go to Jiange and then go back to Xingyunzhuang to practice."

Wang Zai nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then Brother Yu said goodbye."

The two separated, Meng Qi rushed along the Tianxiu River toward Jiange. After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped and looked at the heart of the river.

This place is far from the most prosperous place, and there are fewer boats on the building. At first glance, the water is undulating. In the middle of the water, a small boat is drifting with the flow. A young man in green sat upright on the boat, with a large jar of wine in front of him, drinking in front of him.

He was in his twenties, with a high-end appearance, elegant temperament, and a heroic posture. He drank like drinking water, and sang from time to time. There was a little white on his head, which added a bit of vicissitudes of life like an immortal. His every move was elegant and free, as if a green lotus was slowly blooming between heaven and earth.

Although he did not recognize this person, Meng Qi still vaguely guessed his identity. He originally planned to challenge him in Yingcheng, but now things have changed at any time, so he went to Xingyun Banquet first.

"Qinglian Young Master" Liusu, the direct descendant of Huanhua Sword Sect!

Turning his head, Meng Qi decided to rush to Jiange first.

"This friend, Jiang Zuo meets each other, why don't you come and have a drink?" At this moment, Liusu smiled drunkenly. He noticed Meng Qi's gaze and sensed his aura, knowing that he was an extraordinary person.

Meng Qi thought about it and happened to ask Senior Brother Qi if he had asked the local chief of the Huanhua Sword Sect. He reminded him to be careful of the old hour, so he laughed: "Young Master Qinglian's wine must be a good wine, how can you miss it?"

He broke two dead branches from the tree beside him, jumped up, like a bird approaching the river, and flew past the river gracefully.

The Tianxiu River is relatively wide, and the small boat is located in the middle of the river. Meng Qi started to fall when he reached halfway through.

The waves floated and he threw out a dead branch in his hand and floated on the water. He snatched his toes and soared into the air again. After two consecutive shots, he fell to the opposite side of the tassel and sat on the other end of the boat.

Next to the wine jar is a clean empty bowl, as if tassels were prepared.

"Does the young master have other guests?" Meng Qi felt that Liusu could not have made a special trip to wait for him.

Liusu patted the wine jar, and a stream of wine liquefied into a flying spring and fell into an empty bowl. It just filled, not a little more, not a little more, and even Meng Qi couldn't help but be amazed.

"I brought wine to fight with someone. But he broke the promise and had to drink alone. Fortunately, I met you." Liusu picked up the wine bowl and said elegantly but heroically. "Although I don't know each other, I will become a drinker after drinking."

Meng Qi also picked up the bowl, and felt that the wine was fragrant. The color was light and green, not an ordinary product: "I am Su Meng."

The two of them touched the bowls, each of which was clean. Meng Qi felt the wine enter his throat, turning into a fire line, and flowing into the stomach bag. Then the fragrance spreads, warm, mellow and sweet, and said, "Good wine!"

"Louwailou Yanyujiu, this jar has been going on for thirty years, and I have only gotten it with shamelessness." Liusu laughed with satisfaction, as if the wine that praises him made him happy than praises him himself.

Meng Qi also took a picture of the wine jar, stirred up Feiquan, divided it into two strands, and fell into their respective bowls, both of which were not much or less, just a full bowl.

This control is no less than tassels!

Liusu laughed and said, "I heard from Junior Brother Qi, have you ever wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Qi is also in Yingcheng?" Meng Qi asked knowingly.

Liusu patted the side of the boat: "Of course, if the Xingyun banquet was not coming soon, we could bring ten jars of wine to taste the wine and discuss martial arts slowly."

"There will definitely be a chance in the future." Meng Qi paused, "I would like to ask the young master to tell Senior Brother Qi that the old hour who was evil with him would appear in Yingcheng."

Liusu nodded, without asking any more questions, raised the bowl and drank Meng Qi.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Meng Qi did not deliberately use his internal strength and asked with a little drunkenness: "I wonder who the young master had asked before?"

It is definitely extraordinary to be able to make an appointment with Master Qinglian. Seeing that Yingcheng is undercurrents, Meng Qi asked more.

Liusu looked at Jiang Xin and sighed: "'Thief King' Sikong Tu."

"The King of Thieves?" Meng Qi is familiar with this name. He is a famous figure in the Six Gate Sea Captain's Documents. He has been famous for many years and has been half a step outside. He is good at light skills, body skills, and is good at concealing his movements. He has stole many families and digged many graves. He was hated by the miserable master.

"When I was traveling to Jiangdong, I encountered Sikong and tried to take him down, but in the end I was unable to catch it, so I could only share the same fate. He also liked wine, so we often gamble for wine and fight. If I win, he would wash his hands. If I lose, I would help him do something that would not violate the rules of this sect. To this day, five gamblings were tied." Liusu did a bowl and recalled the past, "Sikong had asked me to fight here today, but he did not show up, and maybe he was stuck with something else."

Meng Qi nodded, "The King of Thieves" is also in Yingcheng, and you can meet a master here at any time.

After drinking seven or eight bowls of wine with Liusu, Meng Qi rushed to Jiange, stood up and said goodbye, glanced at the boat, and wanted to find something to take a step in the middle.

"Why do you need this? I'll give you a ride." Liusu drank out his long sword drunk, his expression full of sacredness, and he chanted loudly:

"The flying flow down three thousand feet..."

With the sword slashed, the river suddenly roared, and the waves surged into the air, turning down, pushing the boat to the shore. The wonderful use of strength and the cleverness of momentum made people misunderstanding that tassels could entice the power of heaven and earth for their own use.

Liusu did not give him any goodbye, turned his head and patted the boat, sailed to the heart of the river again, and whispered loudly: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drink alone without a blind date..."

Meng Qi looked back and sighed, "Those who can unite man and nature really have their own sense of courage."

When they arrived at Jiang Pavilion, after the Tongchuan and scrutiny gaze, Meng Qi saw Jiang Zhiwei and told the old hour's affairs in full.

The details cannot be hidden, and the two men, Mi Zijing and Bai Wenyuan, will definitely promote them.

Jiang Zhiwei worked so hard that she held back her laughter and nodded, "I will be careful. By the way, Master Hong of this sect is already in Yingcheng."

Meng Qi felt relieved, and Hong Qian, the "Star Breaking Sword" of Xijian Pavilion, was a real outdoor scene, Su Wuming's senior brother.

After leaving Jiange, he followed Tianxiu River and planned to return to Xingyunzhuang.

As he walked, he saw the tower ship in Xiuyue Pavilion again.

"I actually drove here?" Meng Qiluo was shocked. There were few tower boats coming here near Yuehu and Yanyu Mountain.

The boats docked, and the lights were lighted, and it seemed that there were few guests, or they were all sleeping.

Meng Qi suddenly felt a move in his heart and flashed behind a tree.

He looked at it and saw a window open and a man in black robe jump out. Then Yoko-kyung appeared and closed the window. His face was full of seriousness and solemnity, and there was no previous unrestrained body.

The man in black robe had the iconic rosacea, who seemed to be afraid of being followed, and changed his figure continuously and slowly merged into the darkness.

Meng Qi sensed that someone was trying to embellish him.

Meng Qi did not take action because he did not want to interfere with other people's affairs, and he had enough trouble. Mi Zi Jingshen's mysterious secret cannot be said to be related to King Zhao Yi of Jin.

Silently, Meng Qi flew over here and returned to Xingyunzhuang directly, meditating and practicing, and pondering the moves.

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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into Meng Qi's courtyard.

Meng Qi woke up and felt that the sky was clear and the air was refreshing, and the mood was relaxed. Everything he encountered yesterday seemed to have passed by.

This made him feel clear and suddenly there was an inspiration:

"Senior Brother Qi has not been killed by the 'Blessing Heavenly Palace'. Will the 'Myth' people not expect him to come to inform me?"

"I have met Zhiwei, and this matter must have been reported to Xijian Pavilion..."

"Shi Jiange Master Hong came to Yingcheng. Judging from Liusu's attitude, the masters of the Huanhua Sword Sect would probably come too..."

"Will the 'myth' really come to deal with me?"

As they thought about it, Meng Qi's eyes narrowed slightly. The myth had not been silenced successfully. Things were already exposed. They were just simply venting their anger and venting their anger. Will they continue to act at such a great risk?

If it were me, I would probably stop for the time being and find another opportunity. Anyway, it is not important.

"But Lao Zhong still appeared in Yingcheng..."

"Does it just hide from the local area, or do you have something else to do with the 'myth'?"

Just as he was thinking hard, the servants of Xingyun Village sent a letter saying that it was given by a nearby child.

Meng Qi was confused and checked it first before opening the letter. He saw that it was written in small regular script with beautiful hairpins:

"Twenty miles east of the city, Longpan Mountain, the whereabouts of the demons."

Gu Xiaosang's letter? Lao Zhongtou's whereabouts? Meng Qi's hand holding the letter couldn't help but tighten. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!