After a pause, he turned the Origin Ring in his hand, and suddenly, a cool breeze blew through the side of the pair of grandfathers and grandsons.

"Grandpa, you go back and help the fourth uncle regulate his meridians, and when I move my hands and feet, I will go back and help him unlock the 'curse' of the barbarian great wizard." As Meng Siao spoke, the person had already stepped out, as if shrinking into inches and shifting space, and the figure had already appeared at the other end of the white jade arch bridge in a few breaths, and then rode on the four-winged flying tiger that had been waiting for a long time, and began to wander around the streets of the capital with a big grin.

Meng Kaijiang frowned and wanted to shout to stop him, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

"Meng Fu. He commanded, "Watch this kid, if something is wrong, immediately warn!"

"Don't worry, I have a number. A figure appeared in the air for a moment, and then dispersed again.

"If it's really the Dragon Slaying Pavilion......" The former Marshal of the Great Departure Soldiers and Horses flashed a murderous intent in his eyes.

At this moment, his surroundings seemed to have turned into an iron-blooded battlefield, filled with an incomparable killing aura.

The team of Praetorian Guard sergeants all shivered involuntarily, and felt that their legs and stomachs seemed to be a little weak.

This feeling did not completely dissipate for a while until Meng Kaijiang left and disappeared.

As the imperial capital of the Dali Dynasty, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, the prosperity of the capital is naturally self-evident.

But even at the foot of the Son of Heaven, in this huge city, there are still corners that the sun can't reach. And here, it is the place where all kinds of characters from the three religions and nine streams live and fight.

Liulichang, a strange name, is the location of the largest fang city in the outer city of Beijing.

Here, you can see all kinds of characters, there are three religions and nine streams, there are eight sects in the rivers and lakes, and there is no lack of some official eunuchs and aristocratic forces.

In this city, which is almost half as small as an inner city, it can be said that there is no obvious class division at all. From the pù of a shop, the furnishings and appearance of a stall, and the value and authenticity of the goods they sold, it is impossible to tell whether this is a store opened by officials and nobles, or a field supported by those characters from the eight sects inside and outside the rivers and lakes.

Because there is no clear boundary, and in the chaos, there is also the order of the Liulichang itself, so under normal circumstances, even the Yamen of the Gyeonggi Office does not care much about what happens in this city.

After all, those who can gain a firm foothold in the glaze factory, which one will not have one or two backers behind them.

An uncle who set up a stall in Liulichang to sell antiques may be the family member of a steward in the palace of a certain prince in the family of the three kings, four princes, five lords and nine generations. Such a character, if the Yamen of the Gyeonggi Office accidentally provokes it, the black gauze hat of the Fu Yin will definitely not be able to keep it, and if it is not good, there will be a prison sentence.

Therefore, as long as it is not a homicide, even if the errand comes, most of them only play the role of peacemaker, and few of them really take the victim back to the Yamen of Gyeonggi.

Meng Wushao is also the first time to come back to the market of Liulichang.

As the son of the head of the Four Princes, although the former owner of this body is extremely gentle, he is a high-level gentleman, and the place where the loser is also a first-class gold cave, and the people who can enter it are either rich or noble. A hodgepodge market like Liulichang, not to mention him, no one else in the party has ever been here.

In this kind of place, riding a four-winged flying tiger to swagger through the market, it obviously loses the pleasure of pretending.

The more mixed this flow of people and the place with its own rules, the more ordinary it must be. Because, only in this way, will there be people who are not long-sighted to find faults, and only when they encounter this kind of people who come to find faults, will they have fun to play.

Therefore, when Meng Wushao left the inner city, he had already put away the four-winged flying tiger. However, he was too lazy to change his clothes, so he wore the same white dress as the signature in the aristocratic circle, held a folding fan in his hand, and swaggered into this lively market.

Since the old man said that the deeply hidden murderous aura was coming at him, then a crowded and lively market like Liulichang is undoubtedly the best place to carry out assassination.

If you kill someone here, it is not impossible to just run around the corner, change your outfit, and swagger over to look at the corpse.

If the person who came was a professional killer, he would definitely not let go of such a god-given opportunity.

Meng Siao walked around the market with great interest, which he had never been to before, and even the previous owner of this body had no residual impression, while keeping an eye on everyone around him.

If you can't cultivate to the realm of refining gods, it is indeed impossible to have spiritual sense and insight, but Meng Siao has a transparent villain in his mind!

This transparent villain was born in his mind from the beginning when he raised his comprehension, and as he raised his comprehension higher and higher, the various abilities possessed by this transparent villain became more and more powerful.

Even if his cultivation is only in the Forging Body Realm and he has no spiritual sense, his spiritual sense is so strong that even Liu Gang and Zhuge Muyang, who are in the middle of the Condensation Realm, are much inferior to him when they were in the Yanshan Mountain Range before.

At this time, Meng Siao used the spiritual sense of the transparent villain to the extreme.

Everyone around him, he can clearly sense the state of the other party's heart - some people are holding the mentality of picking up leaks, some people are thieves and pickpockets, in the black language of the Liuli factory, they are "golden fingers", and they are now looking for fat sheep everywhere; some people are habitually coming in to shop, with a peaceful mentality, and they don't have to buy something to be willing......

All kinds of people, all kinds of mentalities and feelings, all came to his mind one by one. His spiritual sense is like watching the fire and seeing everything, and no one can hide his intention to come to the glass factory.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that most of the people here are ordinary people who have not even been able to reach the "Qi Induction Realm". If it is a monk, even if his cultivation is weaker than his, it is not easy to be able to see everything and see the fire.

However, with these, it is enough.

Meng Siao strolled around with great interest, and when he came across some interesting shops, he would also go in and pick them up and bargain with the shopkeepers. His spiritual sense has not been closed, but so far, there has not been a character who cannot be penetrated by his spiritual sense.

Soon, he crossed this crowded street, and three forks in the road appeared in front of him, one leading to a place specializing in the sale of antiques and ancient books, one leading to the place where custom-made weapons, battle armor and some blacksmith tools were sold, and the last one was to Fengyue Street, where restaurants, teahouses, theaters, martial arts arenas and other places were located.

Meng Siao stood still at the intersection, looked up at the sky, and then walked in the direction of Fengyue Street without hesitation.

Approaching noon, there were obviously more people on Fengyue Street than on the main street before, all of them were customers wandering around the Liuli Factory Market and guys setting up shops.

At the moment when Meng Siao stepped into the intersection of Fengyue Street, the transparent villain who had been meditating cross-legged in his mind suddenly opened his eyes.