After a full meal.

Su Heng also heard a lot of news from the chat of everyone in the restaurant.

Most of all, it is about the birth of the real dragon.

There are different opinions about this matter, some people think that the birth of the real dragon is fake, and some people think that it is true.

Secondly, there is the distribution of power in the entire state capital region. Yaowang Valley, Chifeng Village, Hanging Temple, Tianhu Villa, and Pure Yang Temple are recognized as the five major forces in the rivers and lakes.

There are many warriors and a large number of industries.

It's a strong man who eats all the white and black roads, so don't provoke it easily.

Finally, there is the news about the Lunatic Cult. According to legend, this ancient sect has the ability to refine blood corpses.

In his sect, the top-level blood corpses are not only invulnerable and infinitely powerful, but also can fly to the sky and the earth, and have a sharper reaction ability than ordinary people.

Even if it is a refining martial artist in the realm of the oven.

Don't dare to provoke easily.

When it came to the Moon Worship Cult, Su Heng thought of the ghost old man he had killed at the beginning.

I don't know if there is some kind of connection between the ghost old man and this moon worship cult.

After eating.

It's getting dark.

However, there are lanterns on both sides of the road to bring light.

Even at night, there are many pedestrians on the road, and there are bursts of women's laughter and noise in the bar of the restaurant next to it, which leads people to reverie.

Su Heng took the second sister back to the villa.

Before leaving the villa, the maid who led the way gave Su Heng and the second sister a wooden waist card.

The waist card is engraved with a Shang character, exuding a faint sandalwood.

With this waist card.

It is very convenient to be able to enter and exit freely in the villa.

Of course, some forbidden places still take the initiative to stay away to avoid getting into trouble.

Nothing was said all night.

Wait for the next day, after the sky is bright.

The Blue Bird Building where Su Heng lived attracted a guest, who was Shang Qingwu.

Shang Qingwu is a martial artist, with strong physical fitness, even in winter, he wears beautiful white clothes and white skirts, the breeze blows, and the skirts on his body are tightly clinging to his body by the wind, outlining the perfect waist and hip curves.

"Has Brother Su had breakfast?"

Shang Qingwu greeted Su Heng with a smile.

Returning to his home, meeting his mother and elders, and intriguing with his brothers and sisters, Shang Qingwu was busy all night.

At this time, when I saw Su Heng and Su Ping, the two sisters and brothers, I felt a little relaxed, and a smile naturally appeared on my face.

"It's fine."

Su Heng nodded and asked, "What is the matter with me this time?" ”

"Remember what I told you yesterday?" Shang Qingwu said: "My mother wants to see you, if things can be done, maybe she can help Brother Heng find a way out." ”

Although Su Heng's talent is good.

But if a martial artist can join a certain force and be taught by a famous teacher, it will definitely be much better than studying alone.

Old Man Mei was just an ordinary martial artist, and he couldn't even catch Su Heng's punch. But even now, Old Man Mei's occasional two words of guidance can bring Su Heng a lot of inspiration.

"Then thank you Miss Shang!"

Su Heng hugged his fists.

He was really touched in his heart.

When Shang Qingwu returned home, he must have faced a lot of trivial things.

But even so, she still put Su Heng's matter in the most important place. In this world, it is really difficult to meet someone who can treat you so sincerely.

"What I promised you, I will naturally do." Shang Qingwu stretched out his hand and brushed the hair that was blown by the wind around his ears.

She had a faint smile on her face.

But what I thought of in my heart was the brutal picture of Su Heng wearing armor and crushing the three refining martial artists that day.

The figure in the black beast pattern armor always overlapped with the figure of his father in his memory.

So much so that after that.

Shang Qingwu was facing Su Heng.

There is always a strange feeling of admiration in my heart.

"What are you thinking?" A familiar voice came, Shang Qingwu returned to reality from her memories, and a big face suddenly appeared in front of her, which startled her a little.

Unconsciously take two steps back.

"No, nothing..."Shang Qingwu sighed, his expression returning to normal.

"Pay more attention to rest, if you don't concentrate, it will be difficult to improve your martial arts cultivation in the future." Su Heng stretched and asked, "When are we going to see your mother?" ”

"Right now."

"What are you doing then?" Su Heng waved his hand: "Let's hurry up." ”

Bypassing the frozen lake and crossing the pebbled paths, under the leadership of Shang Qingwu, Su Heng came to the attic where Shang Qingwu's mother, Shang Feiyan, the head of the merchant family, lived.

In front of the elegant attic, two maids stand quietly.

The two maids were both in the second and eighth grades, young and beautiful, wearing green gauze skirts, and their fair skin was exposed to the cold air.

Su Heng stayed slightly, with some surprise on his face.

These two maids can stay in such a cold environment for a long time.

Presumably he is also a blood refining martial artist who is not weak.

The strength of this merchant is really strong, and the blood refining warrior is a proper elite manager in any gang, but in the merchant, he can only be regarded as a servant maid and the like.

The two maids seemed to have gotten the news.

After seeing Shang Qingwu, he bowed slightly: "I've seen the third lady." ”

Shang Qingwu stopped, raised his head and said to Su Heng: "I still have some things, so I won't accompany you in." ”

"It's fine."

Su Heng nodded.

He has gone all the way to this day, and he has experienced a lot of various things, so he will not feel nervous because of these small things.

Shang Qingwu briefly explained a few words to the maid in front of the door, and left in a hurry, as if there were many other important things to do. The maid in the cyan gauze skirt pushed open the door, and with a slight creak, a stream of hot air blew out of the crack in the door.

Su Heng lowered his head and followed the maid in front of him to the attic.

Attic interior.

Pink curtains fall from mid-air, red lanterns decorate the left and right, and every few steps away you can see a brass beast stove in the corner, with a blazing charcoal fire burning and the gases emitted from specially designed bamboo pipes.

In the whole attic, it is as warm as spring, and you can even feel a slight sweat on your neck when you take a few more steps.

The innermost door was pushed open by the maid.

Inside is a study.

On the wall facing Su Heng, there was a ladies' picture album hanging.

The lady had an elegant and beautiful face, a plump figure, holding a net bottle in her hand, and her white skin was simply draped with a layer of pale pink veil, and the sensitive parts were looming.