Chapter 415: Rain and Mist in the River

Haha, Meng Qi laughed dryly twice, pretending not to hear, and left the building ship on his own, got on a small boat, and approached the shore. Wang Zai was tactful and did not ask more questions. After getting on the shore, he sincerely said: "Thank you, brother Su, for helping me."

"It's just a piece of cake." Meng Qi calmed down.

"Brother Su, 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 involve Wang Zai in the "myth": "It's just an excuse. I plan to go to Jiange and then return to Xingyun Manor to practice."

Wang Zai nodded and said: "In this case, then I will take my leave."

The two of them separated, and Meng Qi hurried along the Tianxiu River towards Jiange. After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped and looked at the center of the river.

This place is far away from the most prosperous place, and there are fewer building ships. At a glance, the water waves are undulating, and in the middle of the water, there is a small boat drifting with the waves. On the boat sits a young man in green clothes, with a large jar of wine in front of him, drinking facing the moon.

He was in his twenties, with an average-looking appearance, elegant temperament, and a bold and unrestrained posture. He drank wine like drinking water, and sang and clapped his hands from time to time. There was a little white hair on his head, which made him look more like an immortal. His every move was free and easy, as if a green lotus was slowly blooming between heaven and earth.

Although he didn't recognize this person, Meng Qi still vaguely guessed his identity. Originally, he planned to challenge him in Yingcheng, but now things have changed, so he went to Xingyun's banquet first.

"Green Lotus Prince" Liusu, the direct descendant of Huanhua Sword School!

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

"My friend, we meet in Jiangzuo, why don't we have a drink?" At this time, Liusu laughed drunkenly. He noticed Meng Qi's scrutiny and sensed his aura, knowing that he was not an ordinary person.

Meng Qi pondered for a moment, and took the opportunity to ask Senior Brother Qi if he had found the local leader of Huanhua Sword Sect, and reminded him to be careful of Old Zhong, so he laughed: "Young Master Qinglian's wine must be fine wine, how can we miss it?"

He broke off two dead branches from the tree next to him, jumped up, and flew across the river gracefully like a bird flying over the river.

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

The waves were floating, and he threw a dead branch in his hand, floating on the water. He touched his toes and flew into the air again. After two consecutive branches, he landed opposite Liusu and sat at the other end of the boat.

Next to the wine jar, there was a clean empty bowl, as if Liusu had prepared it in advance.

"Young Master, do you have other guests?" Meng Qi felt that Liusu could not have waited for him specially.

Liusu patted the wine jar, and a stream of wine turned into a flying spring and fell into the empty bowl, just filling it up, not a cent more, not a cent less. Even Meng Qi couldn't help but marvel at this control.

"I wanted to fight with someone with wine, but he broke the promise, so I had to drink alone. Fortunately, I met you." Liusu picked up the wine bowl and said elegantly but heroically, "Although we don't know each other, we are drinking buddies after drinking."

Meng Qi also picked up the bowl, and felt the aroma of wine, the color was light green, and it was not an ordinary wine: "I am Su Meng."

The two of them clinked their bowls and drank them all. Meng Qi felt the wine enter his throat, turned into a line of fire, and flowed into his stomach. Immediately, the lingering fragrance rose, warm and mellow, and sweet. He clapped his hands and said, "Good wine!"

"Louwailou Yanyu Niang, this jar has been around for thirty years, and I had to be thick-skinned to get it." Liusu laughed with satisfaction, as if praising his wine made him happier than praising him.

Meng Qi also patted the wine jar, causing the gushing spring to split into two streams and fall into their respective bowls, also not more or less, just a full bowl.

This control is no worse than Liusu's!

Liusu laughed and said, "I heard from Junior Brother Qi that you wanted to spar with me?"

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

Liusu patted the side of the boat: "Yes, if the Xingyun Banquet was not imminent, we could each bring ten jars of wine and slowly taste and discuss martial arts."

"There will definitely be a chance in the future." Meng Qi paused and said, "Please tell Senior Brother Qi that Old Zhong, who has a grudge against him, has appeared in Yingcheng."

Liusu nodded, without asking any more questions, raised the bowl and drank with 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 did you make an appointment with before?"

To be able to make an appointment with Young Master Qinglian, he must be extraordinary. Meng Qi saw that Yingcheng was undercurrent, so he asked a question.

Liusu looked towards the center of the river and said with emotion: "'King of Thieves' Sikong Tu."

"King of Thieves?" Meng Qi was familiar with this name. He was a famous figure in the Six Gates' sea arrest documents. He had been famous for many years. He was half a step away from the outside. He was good at light skills, hiding his tracks, and mechanical techniques. He had robbed many people and dug many graves, and was hated by the victims.

"When I traveled to Jiangdong before, I met Sikong and tried to take him down, but I was ultimately unable to do so and could only fight him to a draw. He also liked wine, so we often bet on wine and fight. If I won, he would retire. If I lost, I would help him do something that did not violate the rules of our sect. To date, we have bet on five fights, all of which ended in a draw." Liusu drank a bowl and recalled the past. "Sikong had asked me to fight here today, but he did not show up. Maybe he was tripped by something else."

Meng Qi nodded. The "King of Thieves" was also in Yingcheng. It was really possible to encounter a master here at any time.

After drinking seven or eight bowls of wine with Liusu, Meng Qi was anxious to go to Jiange. He stood up and said goodbye, looking at the boat, trying to find something to stay on the way.

"Why do you need to do this? I'll take you there." Liusu drew out his long sword drunkenly, his expression full of holiness, and chanted aloud:

"The waterfall falls straight down three thousand feet..."

With a slash of the long sword, the river suddenly roared, waves surged into the air, turned down, and pushed the boat to the shore. The wonderful use of strength and the clever use of momentum made people misunderstand that Liusu could draw the power of heaven and earth for her own use.

Liusu did not say goodbye politely. She turned around and patted the boat, sailed to the center of the river again, and said loudly: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a date..."

Meng Qi looked back and sighed, those who can achieve unity between man and nature really have their own spirit and feeling.

Arriving at Jiange, after passing the message and a series of scrutinizing eyes, Meng Qi met Jiang Zhiwei and told her everything about Old Zhongtou.

The details could not be concealed, and Mi Zijing and Bai Wenyuan would definitely spread it.

Jiang Zhiwei had a hard time holding back her smile, and nodded: "I will be careful. By the way, our master Hong has come to Yingcheng."

Meng Qi was relieved. Hong Qian, the "Star-Breaking Sword" of Xijian Pavilion, was a genuine exterior scene, Su Wuming's senior brother.

After leaving Jiange, he walked along Tianxiu River, intending to return to Xingyun Manor.

As he walked, he saw Xiuyue Pavilion's ship again.

"It actually sailed here?" Meng Qi was slightly surprised. This place is close to Yuehu Lake and Yanyu Mountain, and few ships come here.

The ship was docked, and the lights were dim. It seemed that there were few guests, or they were all asleep.

Meng Qi suddenly had an idea and hid behind a tree.

He looked far away and saw a window open, a man in a black robe jumped out, and then Mi Zijing appeared and closed the window. His face was full of seriousness, and there was no trace of his previous unruly appearance.

The man in black robe had a signature rosacea, and seemed to be very afraid of being followed. He kept changing his body shape and slowly blended into the darkness.

And Meng Qi sensed that someone was trying to catch up with him.

Meng Qi did not take action because he did not want to interfere in other people's affairs. He had enough troubles. Mi Zijing was mysterious and mysterious, and it was possible that he was related to Jin Wang Zhao Yi.

Silently, Meng Qi passed by this place and returned directly to Xingyun Manor, meditating and practicing, trying to figure out his moves.

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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into the courtyard where Meng Qi was.

Meng Qi woke up and felt that the sky was clear and the air was fresh, and his mood was good. Everything he encountered yesterday seemed to have become a thing of the past.

This made him clear-minded, and suddenly he had an idea:

"Brother Qi was not killed by the 'Blessing Heavenly Palace', so would the people of 'Myth' not think that he would come to inform me?"

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

"Master Hong of Xijian Pavilion came to Yingcheng. Judging from Liusu's attitude, the masters of Huanhua Sword School will probably come too..."

"Will 'Myth' really come to deal with me?"

Thinking about it, Meng Qi narrowed his eyes slightly. Myth had not succeeded in silencing him, and the matter had been exposed. They were just simply venting their anger. Would they continue to act at such a great risk?

If it were me, I would probably stop for the time being and look for another opportunity, since it was not a big deal anyway.

"But Old Zhongtou still appeared in Yingcheng..."

"Is he hiding here, or does 'Myth' have other plans?"

Just as he was thinking hard, a servant from Xingyun Manor brought him a letter, saying it was from a kid nearby.

Meng Qi was puzzled, so he checked it before opening the letter. He saw the following words written in beautiful small characters:

"Twenty miles east of the city, Longpan Mountain is in the graveyard valley, where the demon is."

Gu Xiaosang's letter? Old Zhongtou's whereabouts? Meng Qi tightened his hand holding the letter.