Song Qingshu also noticed something was wrong with Meng Xiuyuan's expression, fearing that something had gone wrong, so he hurriedly asked.
"It's okay. I'm going out for a while. Don't make any noise about this."
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head, did not say anything more to Song Qingshu, stood up, took the sword hanging on the wall, and quickly walked out the door.
When Song Qingshu saw this, he became increasingly panicked.
Because he looked carefully, he discovered that what Meng Xiuyuan was holding was not the Zhenwu sword that he was accustomed to wearing, but the Heavenly Sword that was said to drink blood when it is unsheathed.
"Little uncle, do you want me to inform my father and several uncles and ask them to go to the appointment with you?
The two of you can at least take care of each other. If you are really in danger, you can form a Zhenwu Seven-section Formation to deal with the enemy..."
Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan was about to leave the house, Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask a few words.
If it were an ordinary battle, he would not worry about Meng Xiuyuan at all. He would only feel that his opponent did not know whether to live or die, and dared to target his junior uncle, a master of martial arts.
But at this moment, Meng Xiuyuan had already killed through the army formation and captured the enemy general alive. The little princess of Ruyang Palace still dared to invite him to the banquet. She obviously had something to rely on and had to guard against it.
Who would have thought that after Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, he didn't take it seriously at all and just turned around and smiled at him.
"Don't worry, my little uncle knows what he's doing.
Remember to lock the door for me when you go out. Every piece of paper in my house is precious, don't let the wind blow it away."
Then, he turned around and left again.
Song Qingshu had no choice but to stand there for a moment, and then he had to follow Meng Xiuyuan's instructions to carefully gather the pen and paper on the desk, and then lock the door honestly.
Although he didn't understand the importance of these things, since Meng Xiuyuan said so, he must have a reason.
Unexpectedly, he had just locked the door here and was about to go back to report the situation to his father when he heard a charming voice coming from outside the hospital:
"Master, we agreed to guide me and Xiao Zhao in practicing martial arts today, but we can't push it any further.
You are such a great hero, why do you think about writing books every day? You are not doing your job properly...
Hey, Senior Brother Song, why are you here? Where is Master?"
Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao walked into the courtyard, saw Meng Xiuyuan's door closed, and saw Song Qingshu's sad look on his face, they couldn't help but ask.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but thinking that Zhou Zhiruo was Meng Xiuyuan's direct disciple after all, and had nothing to hide, he told everything about what had just happened.
Zhou Zhiruo's face changed slightly after hearing this, she remained silent, took Xiao Zhao and turned around to leave immediately.
…
Back to Meng Xiuyuan, as soon as he came out of the mountain gate, he saw two Mongolians dressed as hunters waiting for him.
Although these two people have strong bodies and tough looks, they have a kind of obedient temperament in them. It seems that they are not from the military, but just domestic slaves of the Ruyang Palace.
"Mr. Meng, it's a long way to go, please mount your horse..."
The two of them didn't say much, they just bowed respectfully to Meng Xiuyuan, then led a tall maroon horse over, and at the same time stretched out their hands to make a "please" gesture.
The two men brought three horses with them, all of them were BMWs, especially the maroon horse, which was the most powerful. It was fat and strong, and its coat was as shiny as silk. If it were placed on the market, it would be really hard to find.
But Meng Xiu had a vision, but he couldn't help but frown, feeling unhappy in his heart.
"No need, you go ahead, I can keep up."
Meng Xiuyuan glanced at the divine horse and said in a cold voice.
The reason for this is not that he was trying to show off his strength, just to show off his Qinggong.
It was this horse that made Meng Xiuyuan feel bored at first sight and he didn't want to ride it.
The horse itself is a good horse, so there is nothing wrong with it. Moreover, with Meng Xiuyuan's skill, no matter how fierce the horse is, it cannot escape his control.
It's just that the saddle he wears is quite elegant.
The saddle he used was not an ordinary saddle or pack saddle, but a Mongolian ceremony sacrificial saddle with an exaggerated and fancy appearance.
The saddle is decorated with gold and silver saddle flowers, supplemented by exquisite embroidery and weaving, and is full of abstract patterns that resemble yurts and wheels. From top to bottom, inside and out, there is a strong sense of Mongolian national characteristics.
Such special saddles have always been reserved for Mongolian nobles to use during important sacrifices, and ordinary Mongolians cannot even touch them.
At this time, he deliberately placed himself on this horse and led it to Meng Xiuyuan, who did not want to deal with the Han people in the Yuan Dynasty. If he said that he had no thought and calculation in it, he would be deceiving himself.
Sure enough, as confirmation, the two servants of Ruyang Prince's Palace were not surprised at all when they heard Meng Xiuyuan's refusal, and they immediately said deliberately:
"In this case, if Meng Shaoxia cannot keep up later, he must inform our brothers.
Otherwise, if the princess's distinguished guest gets lost, we cannot afford to take the responsibility."
Meng Xiuyuan didn't want to talk to people like them, so he just nodded and stopped talking.
When the three of them descended from Wudang Mountain and onto the main road, the two Tatars began to gallop on purpose, whipping their whips to spur the horses under them to speed up.
Meng Xiu smiled slightly at the sight and used his Qing Gong to keep up with him without any difficulty.
After more than an hour, the three of them hurried to a small town. At this time, the two Mongolians looked at Meng Xiuyuan as if they had seen a ghost.
The two horses under them were running so fast that they were almost frothing, but Meng Xiuyuan followed them so leisurely all the time. It was really unimaginable.
For Meng Xiuyuan, their little tricks are actually insignificant.
I just lamented that this little Zhao Min, whom I haven't seen for many years, still has the same personality as when he was a child. During the short journey here, he had to make some calculations and let Meng Xiuyuan consume a lot of energy and energy.
After all, with her intelligence, she also knew that such a plan would not be of much use. It was just her competitive nature that made her always want to get the upper hand and take advantage.
However, thinking that she saved him a lot of trouble by delivering the dragon-slaying knife to his door, Meng Xiuyuan was unwilling to argue with her.
Although Meng Xiuyuan didn't remember the route very well, he still recognized that this was Huanglong Town, not far to the west of Wudang Mountain.
Looking up, I saw a luxurious Mongolian felt tent standing in the open space by the river outside Zhendian. It looked very abrupt in this small town with Han architectural style.
There were many people in front of and behind the tent, but they were all servants of the royal palace who looked like the two people leading the way. There were no martial arts masters, and there were no Mongolian officers and soldiers to control the formation.
Obviously, at least from the outside, Zhao Min had no intention of using force with Meng Xiuyuan this time.
Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu simply walked towards the felt tent, but without thinking, he was immediately stopped by the two Tatars behind him:
"Mr. Meng, the princess is not in the tent, please come with us."
With that said, the two led Meng Xiuyuan to a slightly humble tavern in the town.
When they reached the door, the two of them did not dare to go any further. They only bent down to salute and stretched out their hands to signal Meng Xiuyuan to come in.
Meng Xiuyuan, an expert in art, was bold and not afraid that this was the Hongmen Banquet. He simply opened the door curtain and walked in.
At first glance, it is indeed just a small shop with nothing special. There are a few dining tables scattered in the inner hall, and there are tubes of wooden chopsticks on the tables.
I don't know whether it was too early or Zhao Min secretly sent someone to stop him, but there were no customers in the store at the moment. There was only a pretty girl sitting at the table in the middle.
Seeing Meng Xiuyuan enter the door, her eyes lit up and she immediately stood up to greet him.
"Brother, you are finally here, please sit down."
After saying that, she turned to the waiter who was standing with his head bowed, and ordered him to get a hot pot, cut three kilograms of raw mutton, and bring two kilograms of white wine.
Everything was ready-made, so it was prepared very quickly. As soon as the two of them sat down, the waiter was already serving dishes to the table.
"Brother, why have you neither spoken nor looked at me since you came in?"
Zhao Min, who was across the table, saw that Meng Xiuyuan had been absent-minded, so he couldn't help but ask with a hint of coquettishness.
Unexpectedly, after she said this, Meng Xiuyuan still treated her as a transparent person and ignored her. Instead, he turned his head and accidentally glanced at the waiter who was serving food, frowning slightly and watching carefully.
A moment later, just as the waiter came over with another plate of chopped mutton, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly pointed his left hand diagonally without warning, and a stream of invisible energy shot out, directly towards the cloth hat on the head of the waiter.
Just hearing the sound of "ah", the waiter who looked like a man actually let out a woman's delicate exclamation. At the same time, as the cloth hat on his head was shot away, his long black hair immediately spread out.
Come.
"Zhao Min, you asked me to come here, but you are so pretentious. What do you mean?"
Meng Xiuyuan snorted softly, looked at the "waiter" and said with slight dissatisfaction.
"Brother, I didn't expect that ten years have passed and you can still remember me so clearly. It's not a bad thing that I keep thinking of you."
With that said, Zhao Min, who was pretending to be a shop waiter, took off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a face as delicate and beautiful as a flower in the morning dew. It was actually more delicate and beautiful than the woman in front of Meng Xiuyuan, and her temperament was obviously better.
Good, a bit more heroic, graceful and noble.
"I originally thought that if you couldn't remember my appearance and recognized the wrong person, I would secretly drink a glass of poisonous wine and poison you to death.
Now it seems that there is no need to do this.”
Zhao Min's voice was soft and crisp, her face had a sweet smile, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, but her words and laughter revealed ruthlessness.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he didn't want to get entangled with her, so he wanted to ask directly about the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife. But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Zhao Min:
"Brother, please wait for me for a moment. I'll go in and change some clothes. I'll be back in a moment."
After saying that, without waiting for Meng Xiuyuan's reply, he took the "substitute" directly out of the inner hall.
When he came back, Zhao Min was the only one left. He took off the clothes of the waiter in the shop and changed into a light yellow silk shirt, which made him look even more chic and elegant, and his face was radiant.
This time, Meng Xiuyuan did not give her time to speak again and spoke first:
"Didn't you say you had the dragon-slaying knife and wanted me to appreciate it? Why didn't you bring it out?"
Unexpectedly, after Zhao Min heard this, he just smiled slightly and did not answer immediately. Instead, he reached for the cup and poured three glasses of wine for each of them:
"Brother, we haven't seen each other for ten years. It's not easy for us to get together today. Why are you so anxious to see the knife?
Let's have three drinks and then get down to business.
I'll do it first out of respect."
As he spoke, he raised his glasses one after another and drank all three glasses of wine in one go.
Meng Xiu saw Zhao Min like this and couldn't figure out what she meant by being like this, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.
When Zhao Min looked up and saw Meng Xiuyuan's conflicted look, he smiled sweetly, took Meng Xiuyuan's wine glass, took a sip and said:
"Don't worry, I was just joking when I said I poisoned you.
There is no poison in this wine, so just feel free to drink it."
As he said that, he pushed back the half-cup of residual wine. Under the light of the hot pot's charcoal fire, he could see that there were still faint rouge lip prints on the edge of the cup.
Meng Xiuyuan was stunned by the situation. After a while, he shook his head and said, dumbfounded:
“I don’t like to drink alcohol on weekdays, and I don’t know how much I drink.
Three cups is too much, I only drink two cups."
With that said, Meng Xiuyuan took the two glasses of wine that Zhao Min had not touched, drank them dry, and then quietly pushed back the glass that Zhao Min had drunk without leaving any trace.
Seeing this, Zhao Min pursed his lips, snorted softly, reached for the half-cup of remaining wine and drank it down in one gulp.
When he put down the wine glass again, he saw that her face had turned into a full smile. The smell of wine steamed her pink cheeks, making her even more charming. A pair of watery eyes stared at Meng Xiuyuan and said proudly:
"Ha, big brother, you finally fell into my trap!"
"Oh, what kind of trick did I fall into?" Meng Xiuyuan found it interesting and asked with a slight smile.
"My wine is poisonous. If you drink two glasses, your intestines will rupture and you will die miserably on the spot in just a few moments.
Now I want to spit out the poisonous wine, but it’s too late.”
Zhao Min stared at Meng Xiuyuan and said fiercely.
Meng Xiuyuan did not panic, and only asked calmly:
"If I drink two drinks and you drink four, won't you die faster than me?"
Zhao Min smiled brightly when he heard this, pointed to his tender red lips and said:
"Of course I have the antidote, it's mixed in my rouge, and I naturally sip it when I drink.
Originally, I saw that you still remembered me after ten years, so I wanted to save you, but I didn't expect that you would still dislike me.
Humph, even if I want it now, I don’t have it anymore!”
As he spoke, Zhao Min pursed his lips slightly and swallowed most of the rouge, leaving only a small amount of it hanging around his lips, as if to tempt Meng Xiuyuan to immediately snatch it away.
Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu didn't directly go forward and kiss the beauty as the crowd liked to see. Instead, he took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly:
"Little princess, I don't understand, what are you trying to do with me?
Why bother teasing me with such a little trick? Let’s just say what we have to say.”
As he spoke, Meng Xiuyuan stretched out the sword finger of his right hand and used the skill of "One Yang Finger" to secretly move his true energy. Just a moment later, drops of liquid dripped from his fingertips, exuding a strong aroma of wine.
"Don't say that there is no poison in your wine. Even if it is poisonous, what will happen?"
When Zhao Min saw that Meng Xiuyuan had such magical skills, he was surprised and also very disappointed.
Wrinkling her nose and pouting, after a while, she complained to Meng Xiuyuan again:
"Humph, you are just a prude in front of me, but secretly you have kissed me with so many "heroines".
And how can you do anything with your Kung Fu skills like magic? No wonder my brother and so many people are no match for you..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Min seemed to be aroused with long-standing resentment, and glared at Meng Xiuyuan and said:
"Why do people like you have to get involved with those rebellious officials and do things that are blatantly rebellious?
Do you know that just because of what you said ten years ago, I have been helping people everywhere in the past ten years, providing disaster relief and helping those in need, and how many people have I saved?
If you are really a hero, why do you have to fight against me?
Come to Ruyang Prince's Mansion, let's do good deeds together and help people's livelihood, isn't it also a good thing for the country and the people?"
After hearing Zhao Min's four questions, Meng Xiuyuan sighed slightly and replied in a gentle tone:
"Little Princess, of course I know what you have done over the years, otherwise I wouldn't have the patience to sit here and chat with you today.
But, if you ask yourself, are people living better today than they were ten years ago?"
Hearing this, Zhao Min seemed to be strangled by the throat. He frowned and wanted to refute, but after a while, he still didn't know how to speak.