The Dark Death Pavilion, its whereabouts are secretive, it is ruthless, it often provokes disputes between the two countries, it has a deep background, its strength is strong, no one knows the specific purpose of the Dark Death Pavilion, even Su Ting, he has just seen the depth of this organization.

In the town closest to the border, Mai Xiao walked into a tavern, asked for a pot of tea and a plate of kidney beans, and sat in the corner to listen to the conversations of the guests.

No matter which place, the tavern inn and the green building are always the most crowded places, the more people, the more news, and the more secrets that can be heard. Moreover, the people in the rivers and lakes practice martial arts, they are often deaf and clear-sighted, and they can hear what others say in a low voice, Mei Xiao sat in the corner, seemingly absent-minded, but in fact, he heard everything the people in the entire tavern were saying.

Although the discussion is chaotic, there is also some useful news, such as the recent activity in the snowy region in the north, and the recent frequent movement of mysterious men in black between the snowy region and South Vietnam, etc.

The snow outside the tavern was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow particles smashed on the windows of the tavern with a crackling sound, and a small wind entered the warm tavern along the cracks in the windows, making Mei Xiao, who was sitting by the window, shiver.

Hearing a few useful messages, Mei Xiao was about to check out and leave when a young man walked into the tavern, this guest was carrying a guqin on his back, a sword hanging from his waist, a green shirt, and a calm look on his handsome face, and the wind and snow in the sky didn't seem to bring him the slightest trouble.

The young man walked into the tavern, sat down at a table with Mei Xiao, and asked for a pot of wine and a stir-fried mutton.

The young man poured the wine unhurriedly, untied the harp behind him, and played while he waited for the food.

It was a song "Flat Sand and Falling Geese", the sound of the piano resounded throughout the tavern, the sound of the piano was simple and atmospheric, the sound of the piano burst out from the fingertips of young people like flowing water, although the song was good, and the performance of the pianist was also wonderful, but almost no one was willing to calm down and listen to it.

Mei Xiao is naturally different, many brothers on Wuyang Mountain usually practice some musical instruments, some are guqin, some are flutes, and some are flutes, almost every evening, accompanied by the sand sound of the leaves blown by the mountain wind, bursts of piano, flute, flute sound drift with the wind, it is refreshing to listen to.

However, the piano sound of Wuyang's brothers and sisters contains more recent insights into life and kendo, rather than being like the young man in front of him.

At the end of the song, the young man looked around, and almost no one noticed him, but sighed softly and prepared to put away the piano.

Mei Xiao on the other side suddenly said: "Brother Tai has good ambitions!"

The young man was a little surprised, "This brother, you also know the piano?"

Mei Xiao said lightly: "There are people in the sect who understand, I just heard too much." ”

The young man asked, "May I ask my brother's surname?"

"Mei Xiao. ”

"In Xia Yang Xian. ”

Yang Xian put away the piano and talked with Mei Xiao about piano skills and swordsmanship, and found that the interests and understanding of kendo between the two were surprisingly consistent, and they immediately became friends.

Mei Xiao asked, "Where is Brother Yang going?"

Yang Xian's expression was a little gloomy, "A few years ago, I met a person who was almost the same age as me, but his understanding of kendo and life far surpassed mine, he taught me for a few days, but soon left, but in my heart, he is already my master, I want to find him and officially worship him as a teacher." ”

Mei Xiao said casually: "Maybe the person Brother Yang is looking for is my Wuyang's? Why don't we go together and investigate my affairs first, and then I'll ask Uncle Shi if he has seen your master." ”

Yang Xian naturally didn't give up any hope: "Okay!

After the two finished chatting, the wine and food were also on one by one, the two had a drink, the wind and snow outside the window gradually became smaller, the light of the sun was slightly revealed, the snow on the earth reflected the sun, the world was white, the two finished eating and drinking, and went out of the tavern to the hinterland of Nanyue.

South Vietnam, located in the southeast of the Shenzhou mainland, has extensive arable land, developed planting technology, flourishing art and culture, pleasant climate, rich people, and strong army.

Mei Xiao and Yang Xian went south the warmer the climate, because Yang Xian was a native of South Vietnam, although the two of them had an investigation all the way, they almost never encountered substantial obstacles, thinking that there were also local residents of various countries in the Underworld Pavilion, and these people were responsible for the development of the forces of each part of the Underworld Pavilion, which was simply terrifying when you thought about it.

Since that time, Su Ting killed all the team of the Dark Death Pavilion, the movement of the Dark Death Pavilion seems to be much smaller, and from the letter sent by Su Ting, it seems that the Dark Death Pavilion is planning some big action. Tell Mei Xiao to be sure to find out.

Mei Xiao's heart became more and more worried, this Dark Death Pavilion was extremely secret, and along the way, he hadn't even found a single clue, where to go to explore the actions of the Dark Death Pavilion?

Yang Xian saw that Mei Xiao had something in his heart, and asked, "Brother Mei, what's the matter?" Why don't you talk to me?"

Mei Xiao let out a long sigh and said, "This Dark Pavilion has bad intentions and is trying to provoke a war between South Vietnam and the Snow Regions, and the division wants to stop it, but where can I go to learn about their actions?"

Yang Xian pondered for a long time and said, "Since we want to know their specific actions, then we must infiltrate them to find out the news, this is not a simple matter. ”

Mei Xiao also secretly had a headache, and she didn't know what to do.

After a while, Yang Xian's eyes lit up, and he whispered to Mei Xiao: "We can ...... like this"