Listening to Young Master Wang's culture, the fat shopkeeper felt that there were 10,000 grass +++ mud +++ horses from the desert Gobi galloping past in his heart. Indeed, only a blind person can provoke you, a little devil who does all kinds of evil!

The fat shopkeeper laughed dryly, and after narrowing his little eyes, he said, "Maybe Young Master Wang, you have become 'mature', right?"

"Oh, mature?" Wang raised his eyebrows.

CHAPTER XXV

It seems that it has indeed matured a lot, and it used to be swaggering through the market with a large number of evil slaves, which is like today it is just two people, and they didn't shout loudly when they came to this square building. The fat shopkeeper praised his wit, and said with a smile on his fat face: "Young Master Wang, look, you have grown a mustache on your face......

Wang Meng subconsciously put down the wine glass, raised his hand and touched his ears and lips, and sure enough, there were fine fluffs.

Bite!

Wang Meng picked up a chopstick again and knocked down the wine glass, and then gave a thumbs up to the fat shopkeeper with a sudden laugh: "Lao Liu, you are really insightful!"

"Thank you, Young Master Wang, for your compliment!" the fat shopkeeper was still smiling, but he was already sweating behind his back. To deal with this gentleman, you really can't follow the usual routine.

After relieving Young Master Wang's doubts, the fat shopkeeper left.

Wang Meng poured himself a drink, occasionally sandwiching two mouthfuls of food. And Li Muyi is still meticulous and eats according to his own way, and every bite must be chewed forty-nine times, a bowl of rice, a bowl of vegetables, no more, no less.

The turmoil on the upper floor has long since dissipated, and many Jianghu guests began to continue to talk about the rumors they heard from all over the world.

The storyteller downstairs also began to talk about a battle between a Central Plains master and a foreign martial artist in Mozhou not long ago, in fact, more than a year ago. The storyteller said that it was heart-wrenching and fascinating, but it was a pity that Young Master Wang had already obtained all the details of the competition at that time through his own family, and at this time the storyteller was completely specious, relying on conjecture and speculation, mixed with some plots.

When Wang Meng heard this, he shook his head secretly, and suddenly felt bored. In fact, he didn't eat much of the dishes on the table in front of him, and Wang Meng was not in a hurry to leave. In this square building, people from all over Fuzhou and passing warriors from other states gathered in this square building. Once the Jianghu guests are interested in speaking, they don't care about it loudly. And Wang Meng also pricked up his ears. Although most of the news generated by the chats of these Jianghu guests is a rumor, if you rely on various intelligence to analyze it, it is not difficult to hear some useful things from it.

"Did you hear that? There's a haunted house out there. I heard that there are ten thousand taels of gold buried in this house, as well as peerless martial arts secrets, which were left by a hermit master. But it seems that before he died, this master killed all his servants, so that all of them are ghostly in it......"

A brown-suited swordsman raised his eyebrows and told a rumor he knew to the many companions sitting around the table.

But as soon as Wang Meng heard it, he knew that this guy was talking nonsense. Take a closer look at this brown power-suited swordsman, his breathing is chaotic, and he is at most a second-rate martial artist. The most on the rivers and lakes is this kind of second- and third-rate martial artists who think they are very powerful after learning some three-legged cat kung fu through the martial arts hall. And these people also know that the martial arts they learn are rotten goods, and they are dreaming of picking up the secret books of peerless martial arts.

"Well, do you know about it? What? You don't know! I'll tell you about it. Something has happened to our No. 1 sect in Fuzhou, the Extreme Fire Sect! The left protector of the Qingguang Sect of the No. 1 Sect in Chuzhou has challenged the master of the Extreme Fire Sect! This is the rhythm that is obviously going to cross the line!"

"A Left Protector dares to challenge the Extreme Fire Gate Master?"

"Don't you know, the rise of the Qingguang Sect has only been in the past few years, and I heard that everyone in the sect has practiced a Qingguang Divine Skill, which is extremely powerful, and can quickly increase its strength exponentially......"

"Oh, there is such a thing, but has this Qingguang Sect crossed the line and asked that one?"

When the two men who spoke said this, they glanced at Wang Meng out of the corner of their eyes.

Wang Meng shook his wine glass, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, it was obvious that these two guys were deliberately telling him. These two people should be the gatekeepers of the Extreme Fire Gate. What kind of bullshit is the number one faction in Fuzhou, in this Jianghu organization in Fuzhou, its own Zhennan Dart Bureau thinks it is second, and no one dares to say that it is the first. However, his father calls himself a businessman and never thinks of himself as a Jianghu person. Tsk, hypocrisy! My father is good at everything, but it's too hypocritical! For example, this time, what goes back to the sword...... Returning to the Sword Tower to practice swordsmanship, in fact, it was to have a tryst with an old lover.

I heard the housekeeper at home mention that the money handed over by this extreme fire gate has been getting less and less recently, so ...... The family also has a foundation in Chuzhou, so why did the Qingguang Sect develop so fast? It was obvious that it was hugging the thigh of the Chuzhou branch. This time, it is obviously to let the Qingguang Sect come over and teach this increasingly disobedient Extreme Fire Gate. Well, on the day when the left protector challenges the master of the Extreme Fire Gate, I will also go to join in the fun, and it is best to kill the master of the Extreme Fire Gate on the spot.

Wang Meng turned the wine glass with his fingers, slowly brought the wine glass to his lips, and glanced indifferently at the many Jianghu guests in the vicinity. Most of the stories are rumors that are nonsense at first hear, and the rest are bullshit.

After drinking the wine in the cup in one gulp, Wang Meng lost interest. Li Muyi next to him had already finished eating, put his hands in his sleeves, and sat on the chair with his eyes closed to recuperate. You have to get up and leave...... Wait, you ask me if Young Master Wang doesn't pay for his meal? What, rich people have always kept accounts, and at the end of the month, you came to the palace to report the accounts in the restaurant.

However, at this moment, I heard a group of Taoists wearing Xuanniao Taoist robes and decorated swords not far away talking.

"Senior brother, what you said is true? Is the cyan flag master of the previous generation of the Great Banner Alliance really back?" a young Taoist with a childish look on his face asked.

His senior brother, a middle-aged Taoist with his head in a bun, sandwiched the dish and said, "Hehe." Of course, although only a few people know about it at the moment, I think it won't be long before the news will sweep across the north and south, covering the entire 36 states. After all, there's a good chance that the man came out of that secret realm. ”

"Senior brother, is the legend of that secret realm true?" asked another young Taoist.

"Of course, you were still young, and you weren't born yet. That year, many masters of famous families gathered together to besiege the demon of the owner of Hongmeng Building. However, in the end, the demon of the Hongmeng Mansion carried many famous masters and took his daughter into the cave!"