Good light skills, wonderful swordsmanship, handsome and charming. These adjectives can be reluctantly accepted by Liu Meng, seeking truth from facts, being sincere in everything, and we don't like to be modest the most. But what does "a lot of ideas" mean? In Uncle Hu's mouth, why is it as important as light work?

However, let yourself go to Dengfeng to find Feng Buxuan and serve as the liaison between the scout team and the attack team, which is quite in line with his surname. Lao Wo is under the noses of several elders, and he can't fly out of his chic surname, so he has to hold back his illness. It just so happens that Wei Xiaobao will be in Shaolin Temple, when he is the second highest monk of the teaching generation, it is the moment when the spring breeze is proud of the morning and evening, and he does not bother to bother him. Besides, the fat and thin two-headed Tuo died in the battle of Datong, whether he was caught by the Shenlong Sect on Wutai Mountain and brought to the island, whether he did what kind of white dragon envoy, and whether he still turned evil into good fortune according to the book "Lu Ding Ji", this is a major event related to obtaining the forty-two chapters of the scriptures, and it must be asked in detail.

After receiving the task, he turned out and returned to the house where he lived, Liu Meng simply packed his baggage and packed, went out and talked to the senior brother who was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

From Luzhou Mansion to Dengfeng, Liu Meng stayed overnight all the way, met the shop and hit the tip, rested in the city, anyway, it was not very urgent, so he cherished the horsepower, and only arrived in Dengfeng City after more than ten days.

Dengfeng City is located at the foot of Songshan Mountain, which has always been the sphere of influence of Shaolin Temple, and all kinds of shops and venues related to Buddhism are all over the city. Therefore, the scout team was very cautious and cautious in the Dengfeng area, learning the practice of the Heaven and Earth Society, and setting up various joint codes to hide their identities and avoid the eyes and ears of the Shaolin Temple.

According to the contact method taught by the elders, Liu Meng sat down in a teahouse, asked for a pot of hair tips and two plates of snacks, and listened to the small talk of the people around him while drinking. After a while, a craftsman who played the huqin came to the stage, and he was very nervous. Under the coaxing of several tea guests, he pulled the first "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". The song was bleak and graceful, not to everyone's taste at all, so a few copper plates had to be thrown on the stage.

In the next song, the craftsman learned to be shrewd and played a cheerful tune that is familiar to tea guests "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix". The huqin has a soft and rich timbre, which is the most suitable piece for expressing this style, so that everyone stops chatting and is immersed in the peaceful and happy music. After the song was played, the applause and cheers were endless, and the copper plates fell on the stage one by one like rain, making the craftsman so happy that he bowed and thanked him again and again.

Taking advantage of this effort, Liu Meng has finished eating the dim sum, stacked the two empty plates, put the pair of chopsticks on top of each other, and then slowly tasted hot tea, and enjoyed the singing drums on the stage in rotation and sang "Sifan" with his voice open. At the same time, the eyes glanced around the teahouse, consciously or unconsciously, to see if anyone was paying attention to the code they were posing.

When the flower drum singer stepped down, it was the turn of the storyteller to go up, and it was time for dinner. When it got dark, the lanterns in the restaurants and inns were raised, and there were many fewer idlers in the teahouse, and the hall gradually became deserted. Seeing that no one came to connect, Liu Meng was a little disappointed, and thought: The scout team has limited manpower, and it is true that they can't wander around the teahouse every day, since they haven't been contacted, let's find an inn to settle down first.

Throwing more than a dozen coins to the table, Liu Meng got up and left regretfully. Untie the reins from the stake in front of the teahouse and lead the horse around aimlessly. Walking through the most prosperous street during the day, there is a deep street with high lanterns, in which the sound of shouting and laughing and music is constantly coming out, which is obviously the location of the hall of the courtyard.

Because it was different from the bustle on the side, Liu Meng glanced in, and the two turtle men standing at the entrance of the alley immediately ran over, stretched out their hands to help hold the reins of the horse, and asked the boy to go in and rest. Liu Meng only has a few dozen taels of silver on his body, but he doesn't want to throw it in this kind of place, and besides, the people who visit the Jiyuan are all for physiological needs, and he is still tender, so he can't break his body early. Even if you want to break your body, you have to find a beauty like Fang Yi and Ake.

Shaking his head, his arms were stretched lightly, and he pushed away the turtle Gong who was around, Liu Meng was just about to turn around, but he heard a familiar cry coming from the alley: "Spicy mother's land, it's so much to drink a drink!" The young master is here tomorrow, see you tomorrow! ”

This voice is crisp and funny, it sounds like the official dialect of the northern capital, but it has a bit of Jiangnan soft language, especially the sentence "spicy block mother", which is the original Yangzhou slang.

"Xiaobao?" Liu Meng muttered to himself, thinking: Dengfeng City is very close to Shaolin Temple, Wei Xiaobao is being a monk in Shaolin Temple at this time, maybe he can't stand the loneliness in the temple, and runs out to work in the sky.

Standing at the moment and looking over, I saw a group of people walking out of the alley, all with big shoulders and round waists, full of alcohol, surrounded by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old rich young master, who was chatting happily.

The rich young master looked like a ghost and elf, walking with a bad smile on his face, it was his sworn brother, the Manchu Xiao Cavalry Camp Zhenghuang Banner Dutong, the deputy head of the imperial guard, the imperial yellow coat, and Wei Xiaobao, the incense master of the Aoki Hall of the Heaven and Earth Society. By the way, most of this will have to add the title of Master Ming, a senior monk of Shaolin Temple and a white dragon envoy of the Divine Dragon Sect.

However, it was said that this group of people came out of the hall with a drunken smell and saw a young man leading a horse at the mouth of the alley to block most of the road, which was a little unpleasant. You must know that everyone is the son of a dignitary in the capital, and they have always been used to being domineering, but now with the intention of drinking, they only feel that except for Lord Wei Dutong Wei, everything else is not a problem. Immediately, someone shouted loudly, and while scolding vaguely, he reached out to push the boy who was in the way. Groaning twice, I didn't see how the young man moved, and the two people who went to push were knocked into the air, fell to the ground and squeaked in pain.

"! Dare to hit someone? "The officers who were already drunk woke up, and when they saw that there were those who dared to beat their brothers, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and arms, and they were about to go up and beat this blind boy.

Wei Xiaobao's eyes were good, and when he saw the young man's face, he couldn't help but be surprised, and shouted: "Old Meng! Then he rushed over, grabbed Liu Meng's arm, laughed, and said, "Lao Meng, brother, I want to kill you, after you went to Datong, there was no shadow, why did you come out of this all of a sudden?" ”

Without waiting for Liu Meng to answer, Wei Xiaobao pulled him and smiled at the officers who came up and said, "Let me introduce to you, this is my brother's sworn brother, Young Master Liu Mengliu, who is from a great family. He turned his face to Liu Meng and said, "These brothers all came with me, this one is Zhang Kangnian, and this one is Zhao Qixian, they are all good friends. ”

After the introduction, Wei Xiaobao suddenly remembered that his brother Liu Meng was a member of the Hengshan faction, and he hated the Tartar soldiers the most, these were the officers of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion of the Imperial Guards, and they would inevitably feel unhappy when they saw it. Although he must be on his brother's side, Zhang Kangnian and they have a good relationship with him, and he really can't watch being stabbed to death by his brother and elder Meng like a chicken.

At this moment, from the darkness of the street, a hazy figure flashed, slowly loosely enclosing the group of officers standing in the middle of the street. Liu Meng is a person who practices martial arts, his ears and eyes are smart, and when he found it, he turned his head to see that several figures around him were holding swords in their hands, and the posture of preparing to attack was extremely familiar. One of them was tall and burly, staring at him intently, his face full of concern.

"Feng doesn't urge?" Why are the scouts here, are they following themselves or not? By the way, Wei Xiaobao is a Manchu official, the leader of the Qing soldiers stationed at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, no wonder the scout team spends a lot of effort staring at him. It seems that he hit it by mistake, lest Feng not urge people to do it and hurt Wei Xiaobao.

Reach out for the hem and shake it back and forth a few times to signal that it's okay. As soon as the general contact gesture of the Wuyue Sword Sect came out, Feng Buxuan looked at it a few more times in confusion, and saw that Senior Brother Xiaoliu looked calm, talking and laughing with the young Tartar official, not like he was forced, so he was relieved, and turned to beckon the junior disciples to retreat.