On the way, led by Meng Qingyi, the three people who entered the Jiama Road Discussion Alliance were already on the road.

Meng Qingyi has always been a person who can lie down but will never sit, and can sit but will never stand. So Meng Qingyi specially asked for a carriage. Along the way, the three of them can take turns driving the horses until the horses are tired and tired, and then they need to rest.

At this time, Meng Qingyi had already stretched out his legs, lying with his eyes closed, trembling with the bumps that splashed after the wheels rolled over the ground.

He was on the sidelines, still a little haunted by his defeat in the Sang Mo Forest three days ago.

I heard that the horse driver outside was Du Bazhi's personal follower Duan Taosong, who had a very cheerful personality and talked a lot, which was very much in line with Meng Qingyi's appetite.

When he drove the carriage just now, the two of them were talking enthusiastically in the car, but when Meng Qingyi got along with him, they were all lonely.

The three of them set off for two days before they slowly crossed the category belonging to the forces of Moyutang, and then they were about to go to Yucheng, where many forces intervened, but fortunately, because of the heavy snow, the situation of the three of them was not dangerous.

Duan Taosong suggested that he should rest first before entering Yucheng, so that he could get some supplies and buffers, which was better than cheating with the merchants of Yucheng.

He didn't have any objections, in fact, he was silent all the way.

Meng Qingyi did not refuse, after all, he had fallen countless times in Yucheng.

So after walking to Pingchuan Station, Duan Taosong led the horse to rest in the stable, and Meng Qingyi went with him to take care of the accommodation.

The small station is only a place for people to rest, there will be no stone lions at the door, even the plaque on the head is a little old, there is not only the wind and frost blowing on the left and right two pillars, but also the sword marks and knife cuts, it seems that it is opened in the famous three regardless of the surroundings, which also makes this place a little uneasy.

said that it was a small station, so he naturally thought that the space inside was really small, and it was spread horizontally and vertically, and there were only five tables, and it was already full of people, staring at Meng Qingyi and him who could enter the door.

Xiao Er tiptoed, trying not to make the slightest noise, for fear of annoying these murderers and high-rollers in the house, he simply came to Meng Qingyi's ear and whispered.

"Hello, guest officer. ”

Meng Qingyi also stretched out a hand, blocked his mouth, aimed at Xiao Er's ear, and said.

"You're good. ”

Little Erdao.

"Is it a tip or a hotel?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"We want to stay in a hotel, do we have a room?"

Little Erdao.

"There is one, but there is one, but ......"

Meng Qingyi said.

"But how?"

Xiao Er buried his whole face in the back of Meng Qingyi's head, and stumbled.

"Look to the left, do you see a scarface, yes, over there, it's the guy who is peeling peanuts. There is actually another room upstairs, but next door to this person, anyone who wants to live next door to him will be flattened by this person and then bombarded down. So ......"

Meng Qingyi smiled and said.

"So you should prepare a few jugs of wine for me at this time, and I'll go talk to Scarface. ”

Xiao Er was still frightened, and he still had some intention of persuasion, but Meng Qingyi patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Go ahead. ”

Then, in full view of everyone, he staggered over to Scarface, pulled his chair away, and sat down with a bang.

That Meng Qingyi said with a bright smile on her face.

"Your scar is so unique. ”