Ye Weiyang suddenly laughed.

He felt he had to do something to ease the silence and tension. Because, he couldn't see anything in the other person's eyes that he wanted to know. He is a wise man, with the heart of "forgetting his roots", he can penetrate people's hearts from a person's eyes, but he can't see through Meng Chuanqing.

Meng Chuanqing's eyes were clear and dim, but they seemed to have magical power, faintly flashing with blue light, weird but not dazzling.

This is the third person he has met in his life. Ten years ago, Nan Wushi made her unable to see through, and Shang Yuluo a year ago couldn't be seen through him, but now this young man made him even more incomprehensible.

There are only three kinds of people in the world who are not controlled by his mind.

One is a person who has no distractions. This kind of person has no desires and desires in his heart, and has reached the state of "self-forgetfulness". Since they are "self-forgetful," how can they "forget their roots"? But this kind of person has never been seen before, and they only exist in legends. For example, Xuanyuan Lingzi a hundred years ago.

One is a person whose mind is on par with his, who discovers his intentions and resists with his strength. This kind of person is common, after all, there are too many smart people in this world. It's like Nan Wu's poems ten years ago.

There is also a type of person who also has this kind of mind, and the other person's mind is slightly better than their own. There are also many such people. Like the Heavenly Demon Sect's Heavenly Demon Divine Skill, Canglang Island's Fang Soul Yiyi, the Snowflake Divine Sect's Gloomy Ecstasy, and the Secret Cave Palace's Mind Deterrence Technique.

Ye Weiyang couldn't see what kind of person Meng Chuanqing was, which made him feel frustrated, and it was also the one he didn't like the most. He hates losing.

So he smiled, looked at Lao Sangxin, and said, "Lao Tian, your guests are coming, and you still don't greet you?"

Lao Tian seemed to understand what kind of "greeting" he was talking about, he walked up to Meng Chuanqing and made a gesture of please.

Meng Chuanqing looked at him lightly, he could already see that the person in front of him was a woman disguised as a man, which made him more and more curious about the identities of these people. Obviously, their appearance surprised them very much, but they still entertained themselves so hospitablely, which is really rare.

He himself was also very conflicted, the man in black on the recliner made him feel like he was facing a great enemy, so he didn't dare to approach, but the man in white who couldn't see his face clearly by the window gave him a sense of closeness, as if he had known each other in his previous life, which made him unconsciously want to get closer. The young man named Lao Tian in front of him also gave him a sense of déjà vu, but this thought flashed through him.

Meng Chuanqing thought about it, and suddenly smiled: "I'm sorry." Then, to his surprise, he turned and went downstairs. The three daughters beside him also followed him without any nostalgia.

Lao Tian was stunned for a moment, and then looked back at Ye Weiyang.

Ye Weiyang had already sat up. He looked at the staircase where Meng Chuanqing and the others left, and felt a little incredulous. He just left? It was completely unexpected.

Although he couldn't see through this teenager at all, he could at least see that he was not the kind of person who ran away and didn't have the guts. He also has a kind of domineering and boldness that is not obvious, shouldn't such a person sit down happily when faced with this situation?

"Weiyang," the man in white suddenly turned around and said, "Didn't you close this place, why are there still people coming up?"

In order not to let too many people know how many people they are, Ye Weiyang laid out the "forget the roots" mental method at the top of the stairs before going upstairs, and all those who want to go upstairs will be invaded by his mental method and turn back unconsciously.

That means he's the same mind. Ye Weiyang calmly analyzed: "There are only five of these mental methods on the rivers and lakes. The Southern Snow Flower Divine Sect is a women's sect, and the mental method is only known by previous sect leaders, and the Northern Heavenly Demon Sect has been lost since Lou Zhongcong's disappearance, so these two can be ruled out. The Western Secret Cave Palace was destroyed by Beiying Heaven twenty years ago, and only two disciples, Qiu Shuangxin and Farmer and Herdsman, survived, and these two finally joined the Heavenly Demon Sect. I have also seen the mental method of Canglang Island in the East, and the skill of the island master is not as good as mine, so it is even more impossible to be a disciple of her. Therefore, it is very likely that this person is from the Heavenly Demon Sect. His mental method is actually much better than mine, and even those women around him who don't know martial arts can be brought in, and,"

Ye Weiyang's eyes flashed with excitement and surprise, and he looked at Jiang Caiqing, "When they went upstairs, they didn't even notice you, could it be too strong?"

Jiang Caiqing didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking about this issue.

"Go check if this person has signed up for the Mo Ye Conference, and don't give him a chance to be your opponent. Ye Weiyang gave an order to Lao Tian.

Meng Chuanqing and his entourage walked out of the Moye Pagoda and stopped at the lion dance stage.

He looked up at the third floor, and the man in white was still standing by the window, also looking at him, with a calm and indifferent face. Although they are facing each other head-on, the distance is too far away for Meng Chuanqing to see his face clearly, but as if he had met in his previous life, he embedded the outline of his figure in his heart.

Meng Chuanqing didn't understand why he had such feelings for a man he had never met, which made him a little happy and a little disgusted, which was why he suddenly went downstairs.

When Lao Tian invited him upstairs, he originally wanted to go over happily, but Ye Weiyang's confident appearance and the strange feeling brought to him by Jiang Caiqing made him go against him. Although I felt that I had missed the opportunity to meet the strange person, I had to force myself to accept such a decision.

When the few people returned to the inn, Sang Jun had not returned. Because they didn't pay the bill, the shopkeeper didn't arrange a room for them, so they had to sit in the hall and wait. In the evening, Sang Jun came back with a big baggage. When he showed the stacks of silver tickets in his baggage, everyone at the table was stunned. The shopkeeper and the young showman didn't even dare to get angry, and hurriedly arranged a good room for each of them.

The rooms of Donghua Inn are good, but the service attitude is poor. Several people stayed in their rooms, waiting for the man to fetch water, but an hour passed, and the man did not come. Meng Chuanqing and Sang Jun were two men, and Yan Shangci and the three women were impatient to wait, and they came to his room to complain.

Meng Chuanqing had to bring in the buddy, and when he was about to ask, the guy took the lead in speaking: "The rules of the Donghua Inn are that only the room is provided, not responsible for boiling water, and all needs must be solved by yourself." When Meng Chuanqing heard this, he immediately became angry, and the guy's next words made him want to beat him down.

The guy said, "If you want us to serve, you need to pay extra." A bucket of frozen water is twenty taels, and boiling water is fifty taels. A hundred taels of bath buckets, and one tael of firewood. If you still want to soak in the petal bath, we have rose petals, hibiscus petals, and begonia petals, each petal for five dollars... Also, each of you will have to pay me twenty taels for errands..."

Guy Rory wanted to say a lot more, but was kicked out by Meng Chuanqing.

Closing the door angrily, Meng Chuanqing fell on the bed. He was glad that he had a God of Wealth with him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to afford this night even if he sold himself. A petal costs five dollars of silver, is there any reason for this?

Sang Youwu suddenly opened the door, the guy was still standing outside the door and didn't leave, she stuffed a stack of silver tickets into the guy's arms, and said, "Ten thousand taels of silver tickets, all the preparations should be prepared for me." ”

The man took the money ticket and ran downstairs to boil the water. After this toss, when a few people freshened up and fell asleep, it was already the middle of the night.

Night. Outside the city of Suzhou. A small thatched hut in the forest.

"Sister, am I going to die?" Jiang Mo Ning lay on the bed weakly and looked at Shang Yuluo, who was cooking. Her chest was wrapped in gauze and had turned red with blood.

Shang Yu didn't reply, and replied, "No." It's just that I hurt my muscles and bones, and it's good to recuperate for a few days. "Nothing really can make her anxious, although it is only a broken muscle, it will take several months to recover, and she is unmoved.

"You take care of your injuries here, I'm going to the city tomorrow, and I can't take care of you. Be careful yourself. After feeding Jiang Yuning to eat, Shang Yuluo advised.

"What else are you going to do in the city?" Jiang Yuning seemed a little angry. Leaving her seriously injured self alone, going into the city to do those meaningless things, such contempt made her a little unacceptable.

Shang Yuluo looked at her for a long time before saying, "Everything I did, you will understand sooner or later." I once told you that when the rivers and lakes are peaceful, it is when I retire, and everything I do is to work hard for this. ”

Jiang Moning turned his head sideways, unwilling to listen again.

Shang Yuluo didn't say anything more, sat down in the haystack, crossed his legs and meditated.

Next. Before dawn, Meng Chuanqing got up. It was too much money for him to spend money on fetching water, so he was willing to do it himself.

The guest room is on the third floor, but the well is in the back yard on the first floor. As soon as he reached the second floor, he stopped.

The people in the inn have not yet gotten up, so it is very quiet, but in the middle of the hall on the first floor, there is a person sitting at this time, dressed in black, drinking and drinking, like a ghost. Seeing Meng Chuanqing go downstairs, he just smiled, but did not speak.

Meng Chuanqing ignored him, went straight downstairs to the backyard to fetch water, and then under the gaze of Ye Weiyang, he went up to the third floor step by step with a bucket full of water in one hand. During this period, he did not relax in the slightest, and his breathing was very even, which made Ye Weiyang very frightened, how many people can reach this internal force?

Just after observing this short meeting, he could already be sure that Meng Chuanqing's skills were far above Lao Tian, and he secretly thought in his heart that if Meng Chuanqing's skills were also above Lao Tian, then he would have to find a way to get rid of this fierce rival for Lao Tian.

Last night, Lao Tian reported to him that this young man had also signed up for the Mo Ye Conference, so he came here early in the morning to test Meng Chuanqing's catties.

Meng Chuanqing helped everyone make water and washed himself, and then went downstairs. Ye Weiyang was still sitting there drinking, but there was an extra wine glass opposite him, which was buckled on the table, and when he saw him coming down, he beckoned. Meng Chuanqing didn't think much about it, and went directly to sit down opposite him.

"Your surname?" Ye Weiyang asked with a smile.

"Yang. Meng Chuanqing said lightly.

"Name?"

Yang swears. ”

Ye Weiyang poured himself a glass of wine, picked up the glass but didn't drink it, stared at Meng Chuanqing and said, "Real name?"

Meng Chuanqing was silent. Watching Ye Weiyang drink the wine in the cup, he turned over the wine glass and reached for the wine jug to pour himself wine, but Ye Weiyang took the first step and pressed his hand on the wine jug.

As if he had expected the other party to make this move, Meng Chuanqing flipped his wrist and grabbed Ye Weiyang's hand, and Ye Weiyang also let go of his hand and grabbed Meng Chuanqing's hand instead. Their hands parried each other above the flask, both trying to seize the opportunity and take the flask. Ye Weiyang's technique is extremely fast, Meng Chuanqing can't snatch him at all, but he is better than the deep internal force, Ye Weiyang put his hand on the wine jug several times, and was shocked by his secret internal force.

So repeatedly, after more than a dozen moves, the two of them actually grabbed the wine jug at the same time. Ye Weiyang grabbed the spout of the pot, but Meng Chuanqing grabbed the handle of the pot, the two looked at each other, their eyes flashed with a fierce and unruly light, and no one refused to let go first.

"What are you doing?" Yan Shangci walked downstairs at this time, and came to sit down beside the two of them with a smile on his face.

"The beauty is on the side, this move is really ungraceful, Brother Yang first, please!" Ye Weiyang glanced at Yan Shangci, suddenly let go, and pushed the wine jug towards Meng Chuanqing.

"The amount of wine is not enough, or Your Excellency will invite you first!" Meng Chuanqing pushed the wine jug back.

"I've drunk most of it, but my brother hasn't taken a sip, it's still up to you!" Ye Weiyang pushed back again, and secretly lucked a little internal force.

"Spirits hurt your body, don't drink it!" Meng Chuanqing pushed back again, increasing his strength a little.

Although wine hurts the body, it can forget your worries and relieve your sorrows!"

"Worry-free, why do you need it to solve!"

Yan Shangci didn't blink his eyes as he watched the wine jug in front of him being pushed back and forth by the two, and was about to say if it was necessary to be so polite, but he heard a "bang". The two of them used their internal force to push back and forth, but the wine jug finally couldn't bear the force and shattered, and all the wine in the jug was spilled. Meng Chuanqing and Ye Weiyang had internal strength because of their luck, and the wine did not get wet, and most of them were sprinkled on Yan Shangci's body.

"Shang Ci..."

The two men stopped fighting, and both looked at Yan Shangci with an apologetic expression.