23. Meeting the Dead in Dengfeng. Xiaobao Doesn't Remind
() Good at qinggong, wonderful in swordsmanship, handsome, and charming. These adjectives can be tolerated by Liu Meng. He is pragmatic and sincere in everything. We don’t like to be modest. But “lots of ideas”, right?
What do you mean? According to Master Hu, why is it as important as being good at Qinggong?
However, asking myself to go to Dengfeng to find Feng Bujiu to serve as the liaison between the scout team and the attack team is quite in line with my character. I am under the nose of several elders, so I can't be free and unrestrained.
When I am proud of my mischief in the morning and evening, I don't bother and bother him. What's the point of sworn brothers, talking about sharing blessings and sharing hardships. Besides, the fat and thin Erdutuo died in Datong. Was he captured by the Shenlong Cult in Mount Wutai and taken to the island?
Have you ever been a White Dragon Envoy, and have you turned disaster into good fortune as in the book "The Deer and the Cauldron"? This is a major matter related to obtaining the forty-two chapters of the Sutra, so you must ask in detail.
After accepting the task and returning to the house where he lived, Liu Meng simply packed up his luggage and went out to talk to his senior brother He Buwei who was sitting in the yard drinking tea. After hearing the news, everyone came to see him off.
With the warning to "be careful on the road", I went to pull a strong horse and left Juechen.
From Luzhou Prefecture to Dengfeng, Liu Meng stayed overnight at dawn and stopped at various shops and rested in every city. It was not in a hurry anyway, so he conserved his power and arrived at Dengfeng City after about ten days.
Dengfeng City is located at the foot of Songshan Mountain and has always been within the Shaolin Temple's sphere of influence. Various shops and venues related to Buddhism are all over the city. Therefore, the scout team was very cautious in the Dengfeng area. They learned from the practices of the Tiandihui and set up
Various secret codes are used to hide identities and avoid the eyes and ears of Shaolin Temple.
According to the contact method taught by the elders, Liu Meng sat down in a teahouse, ordered a pot of Maojian and two plates of snacks, and listened to the chatter of people around him while drinking. After a while, a craftsman who played the huqin came on stage.
I was very nervous and uneasy. Under the hesitation of several tea guests, I played "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". The song was sad and graceful, which was not to everyone's taste, so I had to throw a few coins on the stage.
For the next song, the craftsman learned a lot and played a cheerful tune called "A Hundred Birds Pay Attendance to the Phoenix" which was familiar to the tea drinkers. The huqin had a soft and rich tone, which was the most suitable song to express this style, and everyone stopped in their tracks.
The small talk was all immersed in the peaceful and happy music. After the song was played, there was an endless stream of applause and cheers, and the coins fell on the stage like rain, making the craftsman extremely happy.
He opened his mouth and bowed repeatedly in thanks.
Taking advantage of this time, Liu Meng had finished the snacks, stacked two empty plates, put his pair of chopsticks on top of each other, and then slowly sipped the hot tea while enjoying the singing flower drums that took turns on the stage and opened their voices to sing "
"Sifan". At the same time, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced around the teahouse to see if anyone paid attention to the code he had given out.
By the time the flower drum singer left the stage and the storytelling speaker took his turn, it was already dinner time. It was getting dark, and people in restaurants and inns were raising lanterns. There were fewer people in the teahouse, and the hall gradually became deserted. See you.
Still no one came to contact him, Liu Meng was a little disappointed, and thought: The scout team has limited manpower, and it is true that they cannot wander around the teahouse every day. Since they have not been contacted, it is better to find an inn to settle down.
After throwing more than ten pennies on the table, Liu Meng got up and left with regret. He took off the reins from the horse post in front of the teahouse and led the horse around aimlessly. Walking through the busiest street during the day, he saw a street with high lanterns.
In the deep street, the sound of shouting, joking, laughing and making music could be heard constantly. It was obviously where the jiyuan hall was located.
Because it was different from the hustle and bustle nearby, Liu Meng glanced inside twice. The two turtle boys standing at the entrance of the alley immediately ran over, stretched out their hands to help hold the horse's reins, and repeatedly asked the young man to come in and rest.
Xie. Liu Meng only has a few dozen taels of silver left on him, and he doesn’t want to throw it away in a place like this. Besides, people who go to the brothel are for physiological needs. He is still young and there is no need to lose his virginity early. Even if he wants to lose his virginity, he has to go to Fang Yi.
A beauty like Akko is the right one.
Liu Meng shook his head, stretched out his arms lightly, and pushed away the turtles who were surrounding him. Just as Liu Meng was about to turn around, he heard a very familiar cry coming from the alley: "Spicy piece of motherland, drinking is so much trouble."
!The young master will be coming tomorrow, girls, see you tomorrow!"
The voice was crisp and funny, sounding like the Mandarin spoken in the northern capital city, but with a touch of Jiangnan soft talk, especially the phrase "spicy lump mother", which is the original Yangzhou slang.
"Xiaobao?" Liu Meng said to himself, thinking: Dengfeng City is very close to the Shaolin Temple. Wei Xiaobao is working as a monk in the Shaolin Temple at the moment. Maybe he couldn't stand the loneliness in the temple and ran out to Hu Tian
Work in the wild.
I stopped now and looked around. I saw a group of people walking out of the alley. They were all tall and round and smelled of alcohol. Among them was a young man from a wealthy family who was fifteen or sixteen years old, chatting happily.
The rich young man looked like a ghost, walking with a windy smile on his face. He was his sworn brother, the commander of the Zhenghuang Banner of the Manchu Qing Dynasty Xiaoqi Camp, the deputy general manager of the imperial guard, a yellow mantle given by the emperor, and the incense master of Qingmu Hall of Tiandihui.
Wei Xiaobao. By the way, this will probably also include the titles of Master Huiming, an eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple, and the White Dragon Envoy of the Shenlong Sect.
But it was said that this group of people came out of the hall in a drunken state. When they saw a young man holding a horse blocking most of the road at the entrance of the alley, they were a little displeased. You must know that everyone is a noble son of the capital, and they have always been used to being domineering.
With the drunkenness, I felt that except for Mr. Wei Dutong, everyone else was not a problem. Immediately, someone shouted loudly, and while they were vaguely scolding, they stretched out their hands to push the young man who was blocking the road. After two bangs, the young man did not move.
The two people who were pushing were knocked away and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
"Damn it! You dare to hit someone?" The drunken officers suddenly woke up and saw that a blind man dared to beat their brothers. They all rolled up their sleeves and arms and wanted to go up and beat the blind boy.
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Wei Xiaobao had good eyesight. When he saw the young man's face, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted: "Lao Meng!" Then he rushed over, grabbed Liu Meng's arm, laughed loudly and said: "Lao Meng, brother, I really miss. You, you have disappeared since you went to Datong, why do you suddenly appear here now?"
Without waiting for Liu Meng to answer, Wei Xiaobao pulled him and smiled at the officers gathered around him: "Let me introduce to you, this is my sworn brother, Mr. Liu Meng, Mr. Liu, who comes from a noble family." Then he turned to Liu Meng.
Meng said: "These brothers all came with me. This one is named Zhang Kangnian, and this one is named Zhao Qixian. They are all good friends."
After the introduction, Wei Xiaobao suddenly remembered that his brother Liu Meng was from the Hengshan sect, and he hated the Tatar soldiers the most. These were the officers of the Imperial Guard's Xiaoqi Battalion. He would inevitably feel unhappy when he saw them. After a quarrel, he drew his sword.
Just kill him, that would be a big mistake. Although he was definitely on his brother's side, Zhang Kangnian and the others were on good terms with him, so he really couldn't stand to see his brother, Chang Meng, stab him to death like a chicken one by one with a sword.
At this moment, hazy figures of people flashed out from the darkness of the street, and slowly surrounded the group of officers standing in the middle of the street. Liu Meng was a martial arts practitioner with sharp eyes and ears. After discovering it, he turned around and saw that the officers were surrounding him.
Several figures held swords in their hands, and their postures of preparing to attack looked very familiar. One of them was tall and burly, and he was looking at him intently, with a face full of concern.
"Feng Buji?" Why are the people in the scout team here? Are they following me? By the way, Wei Xiaobao is a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty, the leader of the Qing soldiers stationed at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and a senior monk of the Shaolin Temple. No wonder the scouts are here.
The captain spent all his energy staring at him. It seemed that he had accidentally hit him just in time to prevent Feng Bu from urging others to take action and hurt Wei Xiaobao.
He stretched out his hand and shook it back and forth several times to indicate that nothing was wrong. As soon as he made this common contact gesture of the Wuyue Sword Sect, Feng Bujiu looked at it a few more times in confusion, and saw Junior Brother Xiaoliu looking calm and talking to the young Tatar official.
He smiled, not as if he was being forced, so he felt relieved and turned to call his junior brothers to retreat.;
