Qiu Mansion was not a strange place for Northern Meditation Cultivators.

In the Zhongzhou Incident that year, he was chased by the cultivators of the Heavenly Dao Alliance under the leadership of Qiu Fengchun for most of Zhongzhou City, and finally had to enter the Qiu Mansion to meet with him, and then had to accept Qiu Fengchun's conditions, and became a ghost boy secretly scolded by everyone in the midst of the guilt, and in the following days, he would often visit the Qiu Mansion, and continue to play the role of a young man who had to obey orders, but he had always been dissatisfied in his heart.

He has never stopped fighting, this is his insistence, and it is also his disguise, so that under the struggle on the surface, his real actions will not be discovered by Qiu Fengchun. Everything is for today's changes.

Before stepping into the Qiu Mansion, Bei Ming Xiu couldn't help but take a look at the current grand scene at the gate of the Qiu Mansion.

Before the three of them arrived, the verbal rivalry here was already extremely intense. As we all know, Qiu Fengchun did not go to the headquarters in the past few days, but stayed in the Qiu Mansion, I don't know if he was hiding from the anger of the people, so that the Qiu Mansion naturally became one of the best places for the people to vent their anger alongside the four halls and five halls.

Now there are at least a hundred people around the Qiu Mansion, and there are at least a hundred people spitting around, and there is only one person in the Qiu Mansion at the door, this person is also very familiar with the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and the painful memory when he sneaked into the Qiu Mansion is still fresh in his memory until now.

The only woman among the three important people in the Qiu Mansion and the strong man of the Martial Sect, Murong Gillian.

I saw Murong Ajiao standing alone at the gate of Qiu's mansion, her momentum seemed to be able to swallow mountains and rivers, pointing at the mountains and rivers and pointing at the fiercely spoken people not far in front of her, although there was only one person, but she scolded the feeling of thousands of troops, and for a while, it forced those people who quarreled in the vegetable market on weekdays to subconsciously retreat timidly, and no one dared to get close to it within ten feet, and even could only barely support it. If it weren't for the overwhelming number of people, she would really have won this scolding battle alone.

Even looking at this scene from a distance, Bei Ming Xiu couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

There are not many people in the entire human world who can scold this realm, and in his memory, I am afraid that there is only Mr. Qu Youyuan of Momei Villa. Qu Youyuan, as a generation of literary everyone, has scolded almost the entire literary world, no matter who accuses him of him, he can gladly respond to the battle, scolding the other party until he is blessed, no matter how many people come, and the scolding is reasonable, people can't help but feel that they are wrong in retrospect, they can't help but feel that they are wrong, they can't talk about the truth in language, and they can't talk about it in their fists and feet, until now, Qu Youyuan is still a legend in the literary world, and it has not faded because he has not appeared for many years, and no one dares to take advantage of his disappearance to fight back, but without him to meet the challenge in the literary world, the literary world is a lot boring。

The current Murong Gillian has the feeling that Qu Youyuan is a husband in the legend and cannot be opened.

The people of the Northern Meditation Cultivation suddenly missed the people of Momei Villa a little, and I wonder if the current Momei Villa has returned to its former peace?

Cheng Zhiwei's whispered words interrupted his train of thought: "Young Master of the Northern Underworld, let's sneak in quietly, we can't afford to mess with this woman." ”

Bei Ming Xiu deeply believes that Cheng Zhiwei's fear, Murong Gillian's fierceness and excellent strength have always been very fearful of him.

It's just that no matter how the three of them hide themselves, it is impossible to escape the eyes of these people and Murong Gillian, and soon they were discovered, and those people who couldn't scold Murong Gillian and were holding their breath suddenly shifted their eyes and rushed towards them.

Cheng Zhiwei was suddenly frightened and his legs were a little weak, Lin Wumei frowned as always, lifted him over the wall and jumped into the Qiu Mansion, and immediately nodded slightly towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled at him, took up the cloud and walked around, and soon landed in the Qiu Mansion, and when he looked up, he was facing the iconic giant ginkgo tree of the Qiu Mansion.

The leaves of the giant ginkgo have fallen a lot, and a pale yellow layer has been laid on the ground, and the top of the pavilion next to the giant ginkgo is like an extra layer of delicate pale yellow tiles, but there is a different kind of beauty.

Qiu Fengchun sat in the pavilion, at this time he was still a kind old man, seeing the appearance of the three of them, he waved to them casually, as if he was an ordinary old man inviting the younger generation to come over and talk on the side of the road.

Of course, Bei Mingxiu would not think that what he saw with his eyes was the real Qiu Fengchun, back then, this person was able to change his appearance and age by some means, and now he pretended to be an old man, he couldn't convince himself even if he wanted to.

He walked forward slowly, but Cheng Zhiwei behind him had a somewhat strange face, he had followed Qiu Fengchun for many years, and he was very light so that he could see the coldness hidden in Qiu Fengchun's calm expression, which made him shudder a little in his heart, and only by following Lin Wumei's still firm steps on the side did not show timidity.

Cheng Lin and the others stopped in front of the pavilion, and Bei Ming Xiu walked into the pavilion without the slightest hesitation, and sat down calmly opposite Qiu Fengchun.

The small stone table that was originally in the courtyard has been moved to the pavilion, there is a chessboard on the table, and now there are a lot of black and white children fighting in one place, just need to look at a few casual glances, you can feel the fierceness of the chess game, Qiu Fengchun should be studying the method of breaking the game in this game of chess for a while ago.

Bei Mingxiu's movements can already be said to be familiar, because in the past few years, he would occasionally come here to play against Qiu Fengchun, and after a heavy rain interrupted a game, the stone table was moved to the pavilion.

According to the usual practice, this should be the performance of inviting a battle in the chess game, but today's atmosphere is obviously unusual, and Beiming has revised it to see Qiu Fengchun's current attitude.

Seeing Beimingxiu's calm and unhurried appearance, Qiu Fengchun only smiled faintly and said, "How many have you won on this chessboard?"

Without even thinking about it, the Northern Meditation Cultivator gave the answer, or the truth: "I haven't won a handful." ”

Qiu Fengchun's face was slightly cold, and he tapped the chessboard with a sunspot in his hand, and said, "Then how do you think that today's small actions can hide from my eyes?"

"I never thought that I could hide it from your eyes, starting from the second senior brother calling on the people of Zhongzhou City in the morning, even if I can hide it well, you will definitely know, it is better to put it directly on the surface. Bei Ming Xiu continued while packing up the chess pieces on the chessboard, "Anyway, now that the time and place are favorable, even if I am here, everything will not stop. ”

Qiu Fengchun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Do I treat you well?"

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "If you remove the many basins that were forcibly detained for me, maybe it can be called okay?"

"You should know what the consequences will be if you betray me now. ”

"I have never given in, how can I talk about betrayal?" Bei Ming Xiu had already cleaned up the chessboard, and immediately looked in a certain direction in the Qiu Mansion, and said loudly, "Ximen, Mr. Weisheng, you don't need to hide there, come out." ”

With a cold snort, the figure of Ximen Tiezhu emerged from the corner of the wall, and beside him, Wei Shengdan also walked out with a sigh, looking at Bei Mingxiu's eyes like looking at a dead person.

Coupled with Murong Gillian, who continued to fight with the people outside the gate of Qiu Mansion, the three masters of Qiu Mansion are all here.

If the atmosphere could kill people, the Northern Meditation Cultivator at this time should have been divided by the five horses, but he was still talking and laughing freely, sitting calmly in the gazebo, looking at Qiu Fengchun playfully, as if he was hooking his fingers at him, and he was beating him while saying You come to beat me.

After a while, Qiu Fengchun looked up to the sky and smiled, waved his hand to stop the Ximen Iron Pillar and Wei Shengdan's immature shot, stared at Bei Mingxiu's eyes and said, "It seems that you are very confident that you can win me today?"

"I can't guarantee whether you win or not, but you're going to lose. Bei Mingxiu unceremoniously grabbed the chess box containing the sunspot in front of him, and said with a smile, "I'll go first, okay?"

"Every time, you go first, and this time, I won't let my son go. Qiu Fengchun smiled, threw the sunspot in his hand in front of Beiming Xiu at will, and then gently took the chess box containing the white child, and said lightly, "I can't measure my strength, but it's not courage." ”