Ye Qing's first stop directly chose Miao Jiang Fenghai.

Fenghai forging family is the first casting master in Miao Jiang, and it is also one of the many forces that do not accept the jurisdiction of King Miao.

As a high-end arms dealer, but against the jurisdiction of the country where he resides, no matter how you look at it, it is a way to die. But the Fenghai forging family has not only not been destroyed, but has been living a good life, and its fame is getting bigger and bigger. When Ye Qing read the information, he thought that the forging family and other forces in Miao Jiang must have colluded or had PY transactions.

In fact, it is also easy to understand that the relationship between the central and local governments has always been a question of balancing art.

If the power of the central authorities is too great, the localities will lose their autonomy and enthusiasm, and they will be waiting for the central authorities to assign and direct everything, and they will not be able to give full play to their own subjective initiative.

If the local power is too large, the central government will gradually lose control over the local government, resulting in the local government being unable to lose its tail or the local government confronting the central government and falling into the predicament of self-consumption.

This problem was not completely solved even before Ye Qing crossed over. Ye Qing also didn't think that the rulers of this era could solve this kind of national governance problem left over from the ages.

As a result, there is a voice different from that of King Miao in Miao Jiang, which is simply normal. But which side is this force? Who are the leaders? What is the purpose? Is the relationship between Fenghai Forging and its family deep or shallow? Does the mystery of the Demon Armor have anything to do with it? These are the places that Ye Qing needs to test on this trip.

Along the way, while comprehending the method of divine movement and shrinking the earth, while walking quickly, Ye Qing soon came to the border of Zhongmiao.

In fact, Ye Qing has always wanted to complain, is this world really a martial arts world? How is it that even the secret techniques of divine movement and shrinking the earth can be widely spread? Not to mention that Yan Magic Juro came back from the dead before, and he always felt that there was something wrong with this world.

The border between China and Miao is unexpectedly peaceful, although China and Miao have been at war for generations, but people-to-people exchanges are still very frequent. The so-called "political cold and economic heat" has really been the norm since ancient times. And Meixiangwu is in such a background, located near the junction of China and Miao, an entertainment venue.

To put it bluntly, Meixiangwu is a green building.

It's just that in the Qinglou, it is also necessary to distinguish between prostitutes and prostitutes~/prostitutes, the former advertises that they do not sell their bodies, and the latter is doing the skin and meat business.

Before entering Miaojiang, Meixiangwu was the last stable place, plus the three sects and nine streams gathered here, there was a lot of news, just to find out the information.

Ye Qing, who ransacked half of Xijianliu's assets, naturally had no shortage of silver, and enjoyed a corrupt ancient life in Meixiangwu, took a bath, changed his clothes, and went to the wind and dust of the road. Then he picked a secluded place, Ye Qing sat down and waited for Meixiangwu's top singer to listen to Qiulu's performance.

At the beginning of the moon, after a curtain of tulle, Ling Qiulu's graceful figure was projected on the gauze curtain under the reflection of candlelight.

Just a shadow has already attracted the reverie of all the men in Meixiangwu. Ye Qing is no exception, beautiful things are always very eye-catching.

Before long, the pipa sounded, and in the song of grief and outpouring, it seemed that a beloved woman was whispering the story of the two in her ear.

"Fluttering brocade clothes, pipa half covering the head and face.

Gently playing with the tung silk, the singing is still slight.

In the Cangcang Lake, the canoe comes and goes.

The misty west wind drinks the autumn dew, and the night hits the sun.

Under the veil moon, the knife and piano depend on each other, and a song lingers.

......”

The song is over, and there is no voice.

After a long time, the guests who came back to their senses cheered loudly, and there were constantly people who wanted to listen to the autumn dew and sing another song. And the regular customers laughed at this person on the side, who didn't know that the girl of Meixiangwu only sang one song a night, and no one has been able to see the true face of Ling Qiulu so far.

Seeing the exit of Lingqiu Dew, the guests in Meixiangwu became lively again. Among the lively guests, Ye Qingxian, who drank quietly and refused to be served by the girl, was very special.

"Why does this uncle drink alcohol alone, but there is a place where the hospitality is not good? Come, I'll have a drink with my uncle. ”

Ye Qing raised his eyes to look, but he was dressed in plum blossoms, delicate and moving, holding wine in his hands, smiling and smiling.

"Ha, how can the proprietress shirk the toast, please!" After drinking it all, Ye Qing added another cup to the two of them, "This cup is for the boss lady." In such a world, the proprietress can support such a sky as Meixiangwu, which can be regarded as a place for the girls to settle down. It's not easy, please. ”

"This~" Lian Hongmei was slightly surprised, originally worried that this guest would be a drunken troublemaker, but she didn't expect to say such a thing. However, Lian Hongmei, as the proprietress of Meixiangwu, is also a long-time experiencer, and it is not that she has never met such people before, either she has something else to ask for or she is greedy for the body of the old lady!

After drinking the wine, he kept his distance from Ye Qing, and after thanking Ye Qing patiently, he said a few polite words, making sure that Ye Qing would not make trouble, and Lian Hongmei left to entertain other guests.

Ye Qing wanted to stay in Meixiangwu for two more days, but after his eyes swept over the many guests, he got up and checked out and left.

After Ye Qing left, a group of people from among the guests stood up and left. Seeing this, the girl from Mei Xiangwu couldn't help but ask Lian Hongmei worriedly, "Sister Hongmei, that guest will be fine." ”

"Ziyan, there are still many guests right now, let's go and entertain them." Lian Hongmei knew that these ordinary girls in Meixiangwu had heard too many stories in the book, and they couldn't help their delusions when they saw the handsome guests, but where are the Jianghu people so good? The story in the script is a lie after all.

Outside Meixiangwu, Ye Qing leisurely watched as the streamer sword blocked his way again.

"What, the defeated general came to his death with miscellaneous fish?"

In the face of provocation, Streamer was expressionless. After the failure of the last mission, although the landlord did not punish him, the streamer always felt that there was no light on his face. It is also spread in the Huanzhu Building, and there are people in the game of 'Streamer Sword Rising with the Wind', who are indiscriminate, and they are just put together with the other two because of their names. Someone actually doesn't deserve it at all.

After recuperating from his injuries, Streamer Yijian applied to the deputy building owner Yu Duyue to assassinate Ye Qing again. Originally, this kind of personal vendetta was not allowed, but this time, Yu Duyue not only made an exception to agree, but also made the Streamer Sword equipped with sufficient men.

For this approach of Xuduyue, instead of being grateful, Streamer Yijian became more and more cold in his heart.

This means that if the Streamer does not complete the assassination, the surviving killer will kill the Streamer instead. Because in Huanzhu Lou, the loss of value of the killer means death.

Seeing that the killers around him were surrounding but not attacking, Ye Qing's smile became even brighter, and he took out his folding fan and shook it gently, "Are you waiting for the poison to take effect?" Streamer, didn't you gather information about me before you acted? Poisoned against me, I have to say that you used the wrong method this time. ”

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, many killers sent out hidden weapons one after another. All kinds of dark Qingzi blocked Ye Qing's front and back, left and right, and it could be said that there was no way to go to the sky.

Seeing this, Ye Qing was not in a hurry, and his body turned short and short. Smoke is produced on the flat ground, and the smoke is mixed with a hint of rose. The smoke rotated to form a ball to protect Ye Qing inside, and the hidden weapon that came over was driven by the force of the rolling traction of the rose, and surrounded Ye Qing with the rotation of the ball.

It is estimated that the number of hidden weapons is about the same, and Ye Qing led with both hands, agitating internal force. I saw many hidden weapons flying around, although the control was insufficient, and many hidden weapons were hit in the air by Ye Qing, but the victory was enough. For a time, the killers of the Pearl Tower suffered heavy casualties.

At this moment, the streamer and the sword were united, and the sword pierced towards Ye Qing like a long air.

The sword came out, and the moonlight at night was also absorbed by the sword light, and there seemed to be only a little light left on the tip of the sword of the streamer between heaven and earth.

It's faster.

A streamer of a sword, a sword like light.

The streamer sword only felt that this was the fastest sword in his life, the most concentrated power, and the condensation of true qi.

But!

"Not fast enough."

What! He actually has room for it!

The sword light rises, and the light passes.

The top killer of Huanzhulou, the streamer sword was officially removed.

"Xiao Li flying knife, there is no false hair. Feng Die, have you ever heard of Xiao Li's flying knife? ”

Inside the Huanzhu Tower, Emperor Wen of the Divine Gu put down the information in his hand and interrogated the busy butterfly with a smile.

"If the master doesn't know, I don't know."

"Ha~"