The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

Yangzhou City has been a prosperous place since ancient times, and with its unique geographical location, many wars have not affected it. And because it is adjacent to the Grand Canal that runs through the north and south, there is a palace built by the river, and willows are planted all over the road, and the scenery of a quiet and simple water city is as tender as water.

When Fu Junwu woke up again, she had already arrived in Yangzhou, the capital of Jiang. I don't know who picked himself up by the canal and placed himself in the inn?

Putting aside this question, Fu Junwu was glad for a while that the terrifying figure who looked like a demon finally did not appear again. She couldn't help but admire Shizun in her heart, and only a genius like Master could create such a magical method, so that the people who tracked her could no longer sense her traces.

At this time, she was sitting in an ordinary restaurant in Yangzhou, looking thoughtfully at the river in the city. On the run, she didn't have time to eat until today.

Then she suddenly heard a soft groan:

"There is no firefly in the rotten grass today, and there are twilight crows in the weeping poplars in the past. This great Sui Jiangshan, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

When I looked at it, I was so frightened that my chopsticks almost fell to the ground.

How can this man be like a ghost, everywhere!!

The person who recited the poem was of course Mo Xiaolou, he arrived three days ago, but he had no clue about the whereabouts of the immortal formula.

He is not an immortal, and it is not easy for him to get the secret of immortality with a rumor. But Yang Guang is rarely so serious, and if you don't get the longevity formula, I will die immediately, and I can't tolerate him not paying attention to it.

Fortunately, as a master, he has a lot of resources to use, yesterday, by watching the state chronicles of Yangzhou over the years, coupled with in-depth inspections and secret visits to the market, he finally had a suspicious target-

Pushing the mountain hand Shilong, the first master in Yangzhou. The Shilong Martial Arts Field founded by this person is the most prestigious martial arts hall in Yangzhou.

But three years ago, when the martial arts hall was at its most brilliant, he suddenly announced that he would no longer govern affairs and hand over all business to his disciple Dali.

This incident already made Mo Xiaolou a little suspicious, plus Shi Long was single and did not marry, living alone in a small village on the outskirts of the city, staying at home, and even daily necessities needed to be sent by apprentices regularly.

Legend has it that the side effect of cultivating the longevity formula is to cause infertility, and it seems that the possibility of this person obtaining the longevity formula is extremely great.

However, he was not in a hurry to confirm this speculation, but by chance, he met the people of Song Valve in the restaurant. At the beginning, he made a plan with Yang Guang and determined that the first force to be wooed was Song Valve.

Now that we have met here, it doesn't hurt to take the opportunity to get to know each other.

At this time, another hearty voice sounded in the restaurant:

"There is no firefly in the rotten grass today, and there are twilight crows in the weeping poplars in the past. Brother Tai's words, aren't you afraid of reaching Yang Guang's ears?"

Mo Xiaolou smiled secretly in his heart, staring at the person who spoke. This is a richly dressed rich boy. This gentleman is quite chic and handsome, with a straight back and shoulders, giving people the feeling of being well versed in martial arts, and he also looks a little powerful. From his face, it can be clearly seen that he looks like the earth sword Song Zhi he saw in Chengdu back then.

Mo Xiaolou smiled lightly, took a sip of wine and said:

"Yang Guang's demise is inevitable, I just said that no one dared to say anything. Honestly, why don't you think so?"

After drinking the wine in the cup again, his eyes drifted to Fu Junwu with deep meaning. At this time, she was dressed in men's clothes, dressed in white, with her hair in a bun, a bamboo hat on top of her head, and a heavy veil hanging down, covering her pretty face above her lips. Under the bamboo hat, the two fragrant lips trembled slightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes were glancing at Mo Xiaolou from time to time.

You can't escape.

She clearly read these words from Mo Xiaolou's eyes.

The young man smiled slightly, and said:

"Brother Tai's words are wrong, since the champion of the dynasty, Yuwen Tuo, was crowned as the Taishi, the saint first issued an edict against himself, and then reined in the precipice and stopped the conquest of Goryeo. The most crucial point is that the major prefectures and counties across the country have greatly reduced their taxes, which is a real move to benefit the people! According to the humble opinion, with the help of the Taishi, the Great Sui will certainly be able to put things in order and return to the prosperous era. ”

Mo Xiaolou laughed secretly, he just tried to say something, just to know Song Valve's attitude...... Now it seems that at least this young man has a good impression of Da Sui.

At this time, the young man said: "I heard the son chanting such a good sentence, and I deeply admired my brother Tai Wencai, I wonder if you can drink with me?"

Mo Xiaolou smiled when he heard this:

"I will never refuse wine that doesn't want money. Xiao Er, three altars of champion red, one altar of daughter red, by the way, daughter red will be given to the 'son' with a hat!"

"Howler!"

"Who is this son?" The young man turned his head and glanced at Fu Junwu, his eyes lit up, full of amazement.

"Pingshui meets. Mo Xiaolou's face did not change, but he was a little surprised in his heart, this young man could see through Fu Junwu's disguise at a glance, and his eyes were not bad.

Although there are not many people in the restaurant, most of them are people with status, seeing that Mo Xiaolou saw that someone was treating, he called the best champion red on the three altars, and also gave a jar of daughter red, he suddenly became disdainful, frowned and regarded him as a vulgar person who cheated and cheated and cried.

But the boy laughed and praised without mind:

"Good. There are brothers all over the world, and the brothers are really refreshing. In the Lower Song Dynasty, ask the son's name. ”

"Didn't Brother Song mention me just now?"

Song Shidao was stunned, and then lost his voice: "You...... Aren't you the Imperial Master of Yuwen?"

"What?

"Ah, I said why is he so arrogant, as soon as he comes, he wants three jars of good wine, and the Taishi is mighty......"

"I heard that the Taishi chased and killed the Goryeo assassins all the way south, and it turned out that he had reached Jiangdu. ”

"Taishi is really heroic, extraordinary. ”

The restaurant suddenly exploded, and everyone's eyes at Mo Xiaolou instantly changed from disdain to admiration, and Fu Junwu suddenly trembled when she heard 'chasing and killing the Goryeo assassin'.

Song Shidao saw Mo Xiaolou smiling mysteriously, and confirmed again: "You...... It can't really be the famous "Golden Sword Saint" Yuwen Taishi in person, right?"

Mo Xiaolou shook his head and said, "Not really." ”

The people in the restaurant once again showed disdain.

"I'm indeed Yuwen Tuo, but when did I call it "Golden Sword Master"? The corners of Mo Xiaolou's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, who the hell gave me such a nickname for hitting the street.

Song Shidao naturally knew that he was teasing the people in the restaurant, and he couldn't stop laughing when he heard the words.

One jar of wine had already been drunk, but at this time, the other three jars of wine were also sent up, so Mo Xiaolou didn't say a word, patted the mud of a jar of wine, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Taishi is really arrogant!"

"God, that's true heroism. For a while, the minds of those people in the restaurant changed again.

"Brother Song, don't gossip, drinking is the right thing."

Song Shidao may also be infected by Mo Xiaolou's pride in drinking, and replied loudly:

"Do you dare to accompany you?"

After speaking, he directly picked up the wine jar and drank it.

After a while, the three altars of spirits were declared finished, but Mo Xiaolou still seemed to be unsatisfied, and he wanted to ask Xiao Er to serve wine again, but Song Shidao stopped him:

"Master, I'm really sorry. I have something important to do today, and I can't drink it anymore. Why don't you go back with me, and you will definitely give your life to accompany you."

Mo Xiaolou looked meaningfully at the woman in white who was rushing outside the restaurant, and said with a smile:

"Brother Song has something, how can I bother? Why don't you go and ask the name of the beauty. ”

Song Shidao smiled awkwardly, bowed his hand slightly, and hurriedly checked out.