Seeing that I was staring at him and didn't speak, Meng Yunsheng couldn't help but put away the hundred-fold fan and asked, "What's the matter, you are only allowed to go to Chang'an, and I am not allowed to go?"

After drinking the bowl of decoction, I slowly regained a lot of strength and moved my body forward a little.

"Meng Yunsheng, what are you doing in Chang'an?"

He looked at me with a smile and shook the fan in his hand again.

"Huh?" I raised my voice, guessing, "could it be because I'm going to ......"

Smack-

Before I could finish speaking, the folding fan fell mercilessly on top of my head.

"Shhhh

"Little girl, don't speculate. Meng Yunsheng removed the fan and sat down on the chair next to him leisurely.

"I'm not a little girl anymore. His attitude caused me to be extremely dissatisfied, "This woman is also a person who has crossed the rivers and lakes alone, and you are not older than me in terms of appearance......"

I paused for a moment, and my eyes stayed on the shocking face in front of me.

Have I forgotten that I have known Meng Yunsheng for ten years, and his face has hardly changed. The years never seem to have left a trace on him, he is still wearing a green coat, a folding fan, smiling lightly, knowing the world, but it has nothing to do with it.

"Why did the Nightlady suddenly stop talking?"

"Meng Yunsheng, I've been thinking about a question. ”

"What's the problem?"

"How old are you?"

The hundred-fold fan stopped, and Meng Yunsheng stared at me meaninglessly.

"Are you a spirit who ran out of the mountains, and when I'm seventy or eighty, you're still like this?"

Flutter –

Meng Yunsheng laughed out loud, as if he had heard some big joke, and his body trembled with laughter.

"A little girl is a little girl, thinking about these strange things. He finally suppressed his smile, poured a cup of tea and took a sip, "Why don't you say that I am an immortal from the world?"

"And how old are you?" "The more Meng Yunsheng looked like this, the more curious I became. I've been with him for ten years, and when I think about it, I don't know anything about his background.

I only know that he is a storyteller in the alleys of Jinling City, alias "Jinling Scholar". As for where he came from, how old he was, and whether there were anyone else in the family...... He never mentioned these, and he was afraid that even the name "Meng Yunsheng" was fake.

Meng Yunsheng only smiled silently.

"I heard it from afar, Brother Meng, what are you laughing at?"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, and a white shadow walked into the room, and his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Little girl, are you awake?"

I don't know how many times I have heard about the man in the white robe and extraordinary temperament in front of me, and I only saw his true face today. But if you count it carefully, I have seen it twice, and both of them are in the fake realm that the red wind and dust have conjure.

He is the Jiangnan painter Ma Shiyou, one of the eight masters of the rivers and lakes eighteen years ago.

"Ma senior. This time he rescued him with a phantom painting, and I remembered that when I was in distress in Qingquan Mountain, I also saw a white shadow in the confusion. He was so chivalrous, and I couldn't help but jump off the bed and thank him when I thought of it.

"Eh, what are you doing when you get out of bed? You're still very weak and need to recuperate. ”

Sure enough, as soon as one foot touched the ground, I felt like I was stepping on cotton, and my head became dizzy again. Seeing this, he stepped forward to help me, but the green shadow was one step faster than him.

"This time, thanks to the illusion of my predecessors, I was able to escape from that group of people. ”

The pair of green sleeves gently pulled me up for the brocade quilt, and sat back at the table to drink tea. Ma Shi glanced at him meaningfully, then turned his head to me and said, "That painting is indeed painted by me, but you have someone else to thank. ”

"Senpai means—"

After catching a glimpse of the folding fan that shook lightly, there was a coughing sound. Ma Shi rolled his eyes, patted his head and changed the topic and said to me.

"By the way, since you are awake, I will give you these two letters. He took out two pieces of letterhead from his bosom and handed them to me, "These were taken from the two red-billed pigeons a day ago, and Brother Meng said that they were all from your master's sect." ”

The red-billed pigeon is the unique pigeon of Moshang Mountain Villa. I looked at it with a fixed expression.

Sure enough, these two letterheads were sent by Master and Xiao Jiu respectively. My eyes became more and more solemn, and my hands holding the two letterheads trembled a little.

There was no word in the room for a long time, and the two of them seemed to be waiting for me to open the door very tacitly. I put down my letterhead and lowered my eyelids for a moment of silence before slowly raising my head.

"Horse ......"

"Wait, it sounds like a twist to call me senior. I don't have so many rules here, so why don't you just call me by my name?"

The person in front of me raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes seemed to be quite sincere and consultative with me. Maybe he was trying to reconcile the heavy atmosphere at the moment, but I had other things on my mind, and my face didn't melt into sadness.

"Mr. Shiyou," I paused, sat on the bed and hugged his fist at him, "I have something to ask Mr. ”

"Oh, what do you want to ask?" Ma Shiyou sat in another chair, and his words were particularly relaxed, "If it is about eating, drinking, and having fun, you have to ask Brother Meng, he is more proficient than me." If it's about drawing skills, I can tell you about it. ”

"It was the Battle of Jingshui eighteen years ago. ”

The tea cup that was about to be sent into his mouth was a meal, and Master Ma said with a solemn face: "I'm sorry, if this is the case, I have nothing to say." ”

"Mr. Shiyou, you ......"

He only took a sip of tea and then interrupted me, "I retired to Jiangnan eighteen years ago, and since then I have only asked about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Little girl, you're looking for the wrong person. ”

"Why did Mr. Shi You come to Jingshui? Now rumors are spreading in Jingshui, and people are panicking, and it has nothing to do with the events of 18 years ago, and I don't believe that Mr. will be indifferent when he hears it. ”

Ma Shiyou's face was stagnant, but he still half-lowered his eyes and drank the tea.

"Mr. Shi You's painting skills are superb and he is respected as 'Painter'. I thought that Mr. was also chivalrous, but I didn't expect to use the excuse of retiring to Jiangnan as an excuse to be so passive and avoid the world. If so, why did you come to Jingshui, and why did you save me from those madmen?"

I have probably been suppressing my emotions for several days, but now I am a little excited, and my words have become sharper.

Bang –

My heart jumped suddenly, and I saw Ma Shiyou put down the tea cup in his hand and stood up suddenly, but there was a bit of ...... in his words Grievance.

"Do you think I want to come to Jingshui? Jiangnan is so delicate, why don't I paint there well? I came to save you, didn't you suffer from those two people......"

Ma Shiyou suddenly stopped talking, his expression was fixed on his face, and he looked at Meng Yunsheng who turned to the side again. He suddenly sighed and laughed quite relievedly, "Brother Meng, look, this girl's mouth is so powerful, did she learn from you?"

Meng Yunsheng shook the folding fan, and the corners of his mouth were also smiling, very calm.

"Forget it, what am I talking about with a little girl?"

Ma Shiyou laughed and sat back in his chair, "Girl, I heard that you have to go to Chang'an to find a place called Thirteen Towns." The road is far away, seeing that you are alone, you might as well walk with Brother Meng. It just so happened that he was also going to Chang'an. ”

He gestured to the man beside him. Meng Yunsheng put down the folding fan and looked at me steadily.

"Senior Ma, Hu Yan was poisoned, and now his life and death are uncertain. The traitors in the war reappeared in Jingshui, the demon king Ling Tianjun suspected that he faked his death, and the Lang Yue Sect was going to make a comeback, but I was afraid that the rivers and lakes would set off a bloody storm again. ”

I looked at the two of them in an extremely sad tone and asked, "Are the seniors planning to be indifferent to these?"

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