The carriage drove all the way in the direction of Qingzhou, and finally arrived at Luozhou at dusk, and Lu Qinuan and the others settled in Zhiweizhai.

In the evening, when Lu Qinuan was about to rest, Lan Bing hurriedly pushed the door open, "Miss, there is news from the Red Pavilion that the triennial martial arts conference will be held in Yunxia Villa, and our Red Pavilion is also among the invitees this time, and it is you who are invited by name." ”

Lu Qinuan listened to the news brought by Lan Bing, alas, he couldn't go to Ziyu again, "When will it start?" ”

"Half a month later."

Lu Qinuan thought for a while, "Then let's change the route and go to Xiangzhou." "Yunxia Villa is in Xiangzhou, and it is also the place of her third uncle, so she can just go to visit.

And Murong Chen also received the news here, at this time, Liufeng was reporting what Lan Bing said to Lu Qinuan just now, just changing the Red Pavilion to the Dark Palace, and changing the Red Pavilion Master to the Dark Palace Palace Master.

"You said that the Red Pavilion Pavilion Master Yan Yu will also go?" Murong Chen looked at Liufeng, and Liufeng said yes.

The Red Pavilion only suddenly appeared in the past three years, and its strength should not be underestimated, and it also has a place in the rivers and lakes, but he wants to meet this Red Pavilion master.

"Go as the palace master of the dark palace, and my mother will be handed over to you, and you must be sent back to the capital safely." It just so happened that the concubine asked him to go out for a walk, maybe it would be okay to meet Xiaoqi.

The gears of fate keep turning, and they keep missing, so will the gears make them meet this time?

Five days later, Lu Qinuan arrived in Xiangzhou, at this time she was already dressed as the Red Pavilion Lord Yan Yu, wearing a veil, and behind her was no longer Zi Mo and Lan Bing, but Red Yi and Lu Yi.

The Red Pavilion has seven colors and four chens, and the seven colors are Red Clothes, Orange Song, Huangmei, Green Yi, Blue Ice, Green Branches, Zi Mo, and Green Branches are good at eating, so the chefs of Zhiwei Zhai are all brought out by Qingzhi, Orange Song is good at doing business, and the big and small businesses in the Red Pavilion are basically managed by Orange Song, except for the part that Bai Yuran is responsible for, among them, Red Yi and Zi Mo have the best kung fu, and Green Yi and Blue Ice are good at collecting information.

Sichen is Chen Mo, Chen Shui, Chen Xing, and Chen Huo, who are in charge of assassination and intelligence in the shadows of the Red Pavilion respectively, which is also the most important part of the Red Pavilion.

Since Zi Mo and Lan Bing have already been seen by many people, in order to prevent people from associating Lu Qinuan with the Red Pavilion, they brought Red Yi and Green Yi this time.

When he arrived in Xiangzhou, Lu Qinuan did not live in Piaoxianglou or Zhiweizhai, but lived in Yunxia Restaurant under the name of Yunxia Villa, and most of the restaurants at this time were people from the rivers and lakes.

Lu Qinuan, as the master of the Red Pavilion, rarely appeared in front of everyone, so when they were eating, a man found him.

Lu Yi said softly in Lu Qinuan's ear, "This is Meng Yuntian, the son of Meng Xiu, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. ”

"This little lady, I don't know what to call it." As he spoke, he touched the veil on Lu Qinuan's face, looking at his ill-intentioned appearance.

The chopsticks that Lu Qinuan had just picked up, saying that it was too late, hit the man's wrist, and then there was a scream, Lu Qinuan glanced at him lightly, "Shut up." ”

Lu Yi stepped forward and clicked on the man's dumb hole, and the voice stopped abruptly, and the people in the lobby saw this scene, looking at this strength, this internal force is afraid that it is not shallow.

"This is the master of the Yanyu Pavilion, Xue Qicheng, the head of the Lower Qingshan Sect." When everyone was talking, a deep voice came, and then came to Lu Qinuan's table.

Lu Qinuan also made a gift and hugged his fists, "Master Xue is polite." ”

Xue Qicheng looked at Lu Qinuan, and felt that this was completely a little girl, "The Lord of the Yan Pavilion has such a deep internal strength at such an age, I really admire and admire." ”

Lu Qinuan made a gesture of invitation, let Xue Qicheng sit down, motioned to Hongyi to pour a cup of tea, and looked at him, "Master Xue has won the award." "She has this profound internal strength, completely thanks to the Mind Liberation Technique she practiced, and now her Mind Liberation Technique has reached the seventh layer, which has completely surpassed the level of her previous life.

When the people in the lobby heard the word Red Pavilion, they once again focused their eyes on Lu Qinuan's body, and they all had an incredible look, they didn't expect that the pavilion master of the Red Pavilion was such a young woman.

At this time, Meng Yuntian on the side was already pale, but he couldn't say a word, Lu Qinuan glanced at Hongyi, and Hongyi stepped forward to unlock his acupoint, and by the way, he pulled his arm, only to hear another scream, but then Meng Yuntian felt that the pain in his hand had slowly decreased.

He also heard their conversation just now, and knew that he had kicked the iron plate, so he didn't say anything about Lu Qinuan's later actions, and he didn't dare to say anything, he glared at Lu Qinuan viciously, and took people away.

In a private room on the second floor, a man with a mask played with the wine glass in his hand, "The strength is good, I don't know how I compare......"

"Then the master must win." Before he could finish his sentence, the attendant standing next to him spoke.

This masked man is none other than Murong Chen, who should be called the Palace Master of the Dark Palace at this time.

Lu Qinuan felt that there was a gaze watching her, and when she turned her head, she saw a masked man, but what appeared in her mind was the scene of saving Murong Chen on the back mountain, Murong Chen was also wearing a mask at that time, but it was completely different from this mask.

She looked at the masked man with deep eyes, wondering if he was Murong Chen, but looking at the two people with completely different temperaments, Lu Qinuan immediately denied herself.

Although Murong Chen who met at that time was wearing a mask, he was not so unfathomable, but he was cold, and Murong Chen was already a cold person, and although this person Lu Qinuan also felt unapproachable, it was even more unfathomable, and even a little evil, which was not like the Murong Chen she knew.

At this time, Murong Chen did not wear the mask of the last time, because he was afraid that he would meet Lu Qinuan when the time came, so as to recognize him, although the dark palace was the strongest in the rivers and lakes, but the reputation was not very good, but because of his strong strength, he did not dare to do anything to the dark palace, but he was afraid that Lu Qinuan would avoid him even more after he knew about it.

And Murong Chen looked at these eyes looking at him, but he felt so familiar, very similar to Lu Qinuan, but not like, the Xiaoqi he knew was gentle at all times, but at this time, Lu Qinuan's body was sharp, and his eyes were cold and calm.

Murong Chen sighed that she had such a keen insight, and Lu Qinuan felt that this person was by no means easy to mess with.

"That was the palace master of the dark palace just now, it seems that his strength has entered again." At this time, the head of Xue next to him spoke.

When Lu Qinuan looked at the second floor just now, he also looked in that direction, and while sighing at Lu Qinuan's insight, he also sighed that the strength of the palace master of the dark palace had taken another step.

Lu Qi was warm, no wonder she felt that person's strength was unfathomable, it turned out that the dark palace palace master was not cool at night, and the first day of arriving in Xiangzhou passed like this.

At night, Lu Qinuan was running the heart release formula in his room, when he heard the sound of a flute, sometimes happy, sometimes entangled, sometimes painful, and finally turned into deep thoughts.

When she had been running for a week, the sound of the flute had not ended, and when she pushed open the door, she saw a tall, lonely figure in the moonlight with its back to her, and the sound of the flute was coming from him.