He Xie bought night clothes in Wuxi City, ate Yi Xing Dan again, and turned into Murong Bo's appearance, and then rushed to the Taihu Lake, but he didn't expect to almost catch up, and this is what happened just now.

"You're wrong." He Xie replied faintly in an old and hoarse voice, and closed his eyes.

Bao Wei and Feng Bo looked at each other, and they both saw the uncertainty in each other's eyes.

This voice is so familiar......

"You're an old ......," the storm cried out viciously.

He only said three words, and He Xie suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and kicked him out with one kick!

The storm is so bad that it doesn't even have time to react!

Poof!

After two breaths, there was a sound of falling water.

"Fourth Brother Wind!" Bao Wei exclaimed anxiously.

Crash.

As soon as he finished speaking, the storm had already come out of the water, laughing and swimming towards this side.

"I'm fine! Third Brother Bao, I'm fine! Hahaha......" laughter was full of excitement.

"Good! Good! Bao was also very excited, "It's okay!" It's best to be fine! ”

He wanted to say something, but after glancing at the boatman, he finally held back, and just respectfully hugged his fist at He Xie and bowed deeply.

After the storm came on the boat, Bao Wei asked the boatman to continue to drive the boat, and the two made eye contact with each other, but they never said a word until the boat docked again.

After the three of them went ashore, Bao Wei and Feng Bo stood respectfully behind He Xie, and it was not until the boatman drove the boat away that the two of them planned to speak.

At this moment, He Xie suddenly jumped up, and the two jumped into each other, and disappeared in front of the two.

"Old ......" Storm Evil and Bao Wei shouted anxiously, but they were afraid that the boatman would hear it, and the two of them wanted to chase, but just looking at He Xie's speed, they knew that chasing was also in vain.

For a while, he could only look at the direction of He Xie's departure, both shocked and puzzled.

"Isn't it sir?" Feng Bo Evil was implicitly excited, and asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure!" Bao Wei took a deep breath and said, "But the voice, eyes, and body are not bad, and the stars will change, and there is a ** yes!" ”

"But isn't the master already ......"

"Thirty years ago, the old man died a strange death!" Bao Wei muttered, "He is an old man with a lot of foresight, and maybe he has other troubles. Fourth brother, you also know that Gongziye's reputation shouldn't have been so loud, and many of the things that made him famous were not done by Gongziye, and Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Feng didn't know where to mention it, all of this is like someone behind the scenes, if the old man really didn't die, then everything has been explained......"

"But why doesn't the lord want to see us?" The turmoil is incomprehensible.

Bao Wei shook his head slowly.

"Let's go, go back first!"

At the same time, in Wuxi City, in the Songhe Tower, Duan Yu was fighting for wine.

The person who fought with him was in his thirties, with a very burly figure, wearing an old gray cloth robe, slightly tattered, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and a square face with Chinese characters, quite windy and frosty, and when he was looking forward to it, he was very powerful.

This person is Qiao Feng!

Of course, he was drinking at this time, so the stereo hadn't been turned on yet.

Since Duan Yu had not come into contact with Wang Yuyan until this time, and naturally he didn't know any Murong Fu, he naturally wouldn't misunderstand Qiao Feng as Murong Fu's person.

It's just that Qiao Feng is still the same as the original plot, suspecting that this son-in-law who deliberately approached him is likely to be Murong Fu's person, or even Murong Fu himself.

Previously, Qiao Feng proposed to dry ten bowls first, and with Duan Yu's amount of wine, it would not be possible to drink two bowls.

But now he is also a martial arts master, under the operation of internal force, he barely drank six large bowls, and then there was a fire burning in his abdomen, and his mind was chaotic, knowing that if he drank the seventh bowl, he would have to make a fool of himself in public.

However, before Qiao Feng was heroic, like the posture of Yan Zhao's tragic and generous person, which deeply infected Duan Yu, his mind was hot, about Qiao Feng's proposal to do ten bowls in a row, his "good" word was loud and transparent, and he was full of anger, how could he admit it at this time?

At that moment, he had an idea, and suddenly operated the internal strength of the six-vein divine sword, and discharged the wine from the little finger with the movement line of the Shaoze sword.

After a while, Duan Yu felt a lot more sober, and his heart was suddenly overjoyed, and he secretly claimed to be wonderful.

At that moment, he was also arrogant, picked up the seventh bowl of wine, and shouted heartily: "Dry!" ”

All at once.

Qiao Feng saw that Duan Yu was originally drunk and hazy, but after a while, he was full of energy, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and said with a smile: "Brother Tai's wine is not weak, it is really interesting." ”

He didn't say much, and did two big bowls in succession.

Duan Yu said with a smile: "The amount of alcohol I drink varies from person to person. As the saying goes, there are fewer drinks for a thousand soulmates. I don't think it's more than twenty cups, and a thousand cups have to be filled with forty or fifty bowls. I'm afraid my brother won't be able to drink fifty bowls. ”

As he spoke, he also made two bowls in a row, still using the Shaoze sword to drain the wine, not knowing, unaware, and his face did not change.

Seeing that Duan Yu was so bold, Qiao Feng was overjoyed, and said loudly: "Very good, very good!" Wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, brother, we are not drunk today! ”

"No drunk!" Duan Yu laughed, picked up another bowl and threw it away, it was even more relaxed and chic than drinking tea.

Two of you have a bowl, I have a bowl, and after a while, the two large jars of wine have reached the bottom.

Qiao Feng waved his hand and called for four jars of wine.

The two of them gambled on wine, which alarmed the drinkers upstairs and downstairs of Songhe Tower, and even the cooks and men under the stove also came upstairs to watch around the table of the two of them.

The two drank and talked and laughed. Later, every time they made a bowl, the onlookers applauded loudly, and it was not lively for a while.

Swallow dock, also Shi water pavilion.

It didn't take much effort for He Xie to find this place.

However, the martial arts classics in the Shui Pavilion disappointed him.

The collection here is rare even for second-rate martial arts, most of which are third-rate martial arts in the martial arts, or even non-mainstream martial arts.

He Xie flipped through a few books casually, most of them were crude and flawed martial arts.

He shook his head, this Murong Bo didn't say that he would leave something good for his son, no wonder Murong Fu was so good in the later period.

However, a painting on the east wall attracted the attention of He Xie, the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and the atmosphere was magnificent, and it was written "Mencius: Sue the World".

"Shun is in the acre, and Fu said that it is between the plates...... Therefore, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. People are permanent, and then they can change...... If you enter, you will not be able to go home, and if you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die. Then he was born in sorrow, and died in peace. ”

He Xie looked thoughtful, this word should have been left by Murong Bo.

He could now understand that Murong Bo had spared no effort to trap his son, but he had indeed taken great pains.