Fortunately, Mu Shenglin, who was on the side, quickly helped the person up, and when he sent Mu Shengyun back to his room, he just woke up.

Seeing the worried eyes of the junior disciples in the row next to the bed and the grief hidden in their eyes, he was sad and guilty, "I'm sorry for worrying you." ”

As a senior brother, he should be the pillar of the junior disciples now, but he is so cowardly and evasive, if the master knows, how worried should he be, Mu Shengyun felt more and more guilty, and determined not to be defeated by grief.

After driving out the junior disciples, he cheered up again to deal with the master's instructions before he died, and overnight, he seemed to have grown up, from a young man who had never faced the wind and waves alone, to a master of Liuyun Mountain Villa who could take charge of himself.

Because no one is going to stand in front of him, and behind him are all important people who need his protection, and he must be strong.

Meng Fusheng's side, because he didn't receive the letter, he didn't know the news of Mu Changfeng's death.

At this time, he had already changed his appearance into the imperial city, and the reason for his disguise was that he knew that many people would definitely recognize his original face, and he just came to find an antidote to bring back, and in the end, he didn't want to cause anything else, so disguise was the safest way.

He carefully investigated in the imperial city, and whenever he heard any news, he had to personally verify the authenticity of any news, and he was unwilling to let go of even a clue.

However, as the old woman said, the Soft Incense Gu appeared in Southern Xinjiang more than fifty years ago, so it was also something that appeared in the Yidan Kingdom decades ago, and he met many doctors who had studied poisonous Gu, but they could only helplessly say that they could not do anything.

Meng Fusheng came and returned disappointed, inevitably feeling lost in his heart, and didn't want to go back to the inn, so he simply found a restaurant to borrow wine to kill his sorrows.

I drank a lot of alcohol one night, and when I left, I was dizzy, I couldn't walk steadily, and I bumped into someone on the street.

Meng Fusheng was drunk, and his brain reaction was also busy for half a beat, and he patted his head for a while before he realized that he wanted to apologize.

But before he could speak, the person who was hit pushed him in a row and said viciously: "You are blind, you just hit your uncle, do you know what your uncle's identity is!" ”

Meng Fusheng knew that he was in the wrong, and he didn't plan to deal with him, so he was about to leave after apologizing quietly.

But the man did not relent, stood on tiptoe and grabbed the placket of his clothes, and the row of people in the clothes of domestic servants he brought with him also stopped Meng Fusheng in the middle.

"I want to leave when I hit the uncle." The man looked very rich, obviously with a pleasing and lovely appearance, but with those eyes that were squinted into a slit and turned green from time to time, it was really difficult to make people happy. He spread his legs and tucked his waist into his waist, and he looked very arrogant.

Meng Fusheng was uncomfortable after drinking, and his mood was not necessarily very good, he rubbed his sore temples, and asked angrily, "Oh? What are you going to leave me doing if I don't leave? ”

Seeing this scene, many people around looked at him with pity and pointed at him.

"Another poor man who was bullied by the little bully."

"Alas, Xiaobawang just crippled a poor Xiucai yesterday, and that Xiucai is my neighbor, filial piety and wisdom are very good, so it's wasted."

"Whoever makes the family have such a father, who ......"

The man's voice became quieter and quieter, and he was pulled away by his friend, "Let's go, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

Meng Fusheng listened to the words around him tightly, and squinted dangerously, it turned out that the person in front of him was this kind of goods.

The little overlord didn't know that the disaster was coming, and when he heard the fearful words of the people around him, he praised it, and his chin was raised proudly for several layers, and he looked at Meng Fusheng proudly, "Boy, you actually know my identity, so why don't you hurry up and kneel and kowtow to the uncle a few times and then step under the uncle's crotch, the uncle is in a good mood today, so I won't worry about you." ”

His servant also showed a sneering and disdainful expression, and coaxed: "Don't hurry up kid, if it weren't for our young master's good mood, he would definitely break half of your leg today." ”

"Hahaha, a few more sounds make our young master happy, I wonder if I can leak something from between my fingers for you, you don't have to worry about anything in your life."

Meng Fusheng didn't want to cause trouble, but everyone was in trouble, and it was not a joke to retreat, but a coward.

He smiled, his drunkenness diluted a little by a series of things, "Oh? If you want me to kneel, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it. ”

As soon as his words fell, there was silence all around, and the expression of the little overlord was completely cold, and there was a ruthless poison doctor in his eyes, and he grinned and said: "Since you want to find death, then it's no wonder Uncle Ben, come here, break his leg for me, and teach him how to write the word lame." ”

"Oh my God." The onlookers dispersed with a coax, and some kind-hearted or curious people couldn't help but look over.

What made their jaws almost drop their jaws was that the scene they imagined did not appear, lying on the ground and crying wolves were the group of domestic servants who followed the little overlord and bullied the people, and the one who stood was what they thought was the poor people.

Meng Fusheng stepped on the little overlord's chest and smiled coldly, "Why don't you want to teach us a lesson?" Get up. ”

The little overlord was so angry that he wanted to push that foot away, but there was no way, he looked at Meng Fusheng viciously and threatened: "Do you know who you provoked? Don't let go of the uncle quickly, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

As soon as Meng Fusheng exerted force on his feet, the little overlord's face turned white.

At this time, there were more and more people around, and Meng Fusheng could see through the crowd that the people who were pushing away the crowd and were coming over, wearing fast clothes, kicked the little overlord, turned around and disappeared into the flow of people.

"Young master, young master, are you alright?"

The servants who were trembling and didn't dare to come up just now suddenly rushed up and helped the little overlord to keep warm from the cold.

"A bunch of rubbish!" The little overlord pushed them away fiercely, and then commanded condescendingly to the catchers who ran over diligently, "Go and catch the presumptuous kid who was in front of Uncle Ben just now!" ”

Meng Fusheng didn't know who he was messing with, but he could feel that someone was following him, and he would only leave the inn after turning around and getting rid of the people behind him.

The fast-catchers who returned empty-handed reported to Xiaobawang with a sad face, and Xiaobawang scolded this group of people for a bloody head, and then went to his mother with a bruised face, but his mother was so distressed that he asked who did it.

The little overlord added fuel and vinegar to Meng Fusheng, and said that he was a robber who robbed the people's daughters, and shaped himself into a warrior who coaxed when he saw injustice.

His mother believed whatever she told him, and said that she would make it clear to his father, and teach him a hard lesson when she caught the robber.

The little overlord who achieved his goal shrank into his mother's arms and sprinkled on him, coaxing his mother to smile before coming back.