Chapter 23, Zhu Meng of the Lion Hall

There are 40 green forest heroes on the route from Heshuo Central Plains to Guanzhong, and the largest, the largest, most powerful, and far-reaching of these green forest heroes is the Lion Hall. In the past www.biquge.info, the Lion Hall was the largest and most powerful organization from the Central Plains to Guanzhong in Heshuo, and it is still the same, but there is a difference: the former forty road green forest heroes are now only one road left.

This road is the Lion Hall.

What did the remaining thirty-nine Green Forest heroes do? They joined an organization, and this organization is the Big Dart Bureau.

Within two years, Sima Chaoqun persuaded the most important 39 green forest heroes on the route from the Central Plains of Heshuo to Guanzhong with his martial arts and wisdom and the bright style of life and work, and walked from the black ~ road to the white road, forming an unprecedented super dart bureau in the rivers and lakes, charging reasonable fees to protect the safety of all the merchants and travelers on this route.

So far, under the banner of this purple satin-trimmed "big" dart, there has never been a mistake in the dart. But one thing everyone in the rivers and lakes knows is that sooner or later, the Central Plains Lion Hall will have a decisive battle with the big dart game.

-- And this decisive battle is the real absolute Heshuo Central Plains to Guanzhong on the route of the real hegemon.

- Strangely, this decisive battle has not yet begun. The Central Plains Lion Hall didn't seem to know their situation at all, and they didn't know that when the Big Dart Bureau was established, or when the Lion Hall refused to join the Big Dart Bureau, the Central Plains Lion Hall and the Big Dart Game were already on the same page.

Could it be that the Lion Hall in the Guanguan really didn't know this? Maybe the people in the Lion Hall couldn't notice this, but Zhu Meng would definitely be able to get an idea.

- And Zhu Meng is the master of the Lion Hall.

The male lion Zhu Meng is fierce and ruthless, he is a very difficult person to mess with, and he will do what he says, once he wants to deal with someone, then he will use any means. But lately it seems that the male lion is no longer a male lion, but a sleeping lion.

Because so far the lion Zhu Meng has not taken any action against the big dart bureau, it seems that he has allowed the big dart bureau, an unprecedented organization, to grow step by step, and is eating away at the status of the rivers and lakes that he has worked hard for many years.

But is that really the case?

Zhu Meng was drinking.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Zhu Meng has a good amount of alcohol, and he may be regarded as the person with the best amount of alcohol on the rivers and lakes. He once drank with twenty women in Qinglou, one of whom was nicknamed Dahai Tank. But all of these twenty women who were very good at drinking were all drunk by Zhu Meng in one go. The drunken Dahai Jar once said with an unbelievable look: "That man's stomach should be made of iron, if it weren't for the iron-beaten stomach, it would be absolutely impossible to drink so much wine, let alone drink so much wine without getting drunk." ”

Zhu Meng had already drunk a lot, but he was not drunk, his eyes were shining, and there were even bloodshots in his eyes. A bronze wine bowl was still in his hand, and it had begun to twist and deform.

Although he was drinking, he was definitely not patronizing drinking, he was still thinking about things, thinking about a big thing.

If a person is not thinking about things, thinking about very important things, he will definitely not hold a solid bronze bowl made of bronze and distort it without noticing.

There was only one person in the simple and imposing room except Zhu Meng, a man sitting at a long table, he sat respectfully at the long table, but he was not drunk. He would only drink when Zhu Meng raised his glass and invited him to drink, and the rest of the time he just sat in front of Zhu Meng.

For a long, long time, I don't know how long it took, Zhu Meng drank all the wine in the copper bowl in one gulp, the bloodshot in his eyes became thicker and heavier, and a pair of eyes stared at the person sitting straight like a tiger and leopard, and he hissed: "Spikes, Gao Wanfei has been gone for a few days?"

Spikes are the man who looks a little down, he doesn't have a name, he is nicknamed Spikes. The spikes were originally sitting upright, looking as if they had fallen asleep, but as soon as Zhu Meng spoke, his person seemed to wake up immediately.

He immediately answered Zhu Meng's question affirmatively and directly: "Brother Gao has been gone for thirteen days, and now he has arrived in Chang'an. ”

Zhu Meng nodded, and he said in a very hoarse and cold voice: "Do you think Sima Chaoqun will fight Gao Yanfei?"

Spikes' answer was still very direct, and he said: "Yes, Sima Chaoqun will definitely fight with Gao Wanfei, and Zhuo Donglai will definitely not be able to stop Gao Wanfei." ”

Zhu Meng nodded, he rarely believed in others, but he still believed in the words of spikes, anyone in the world and even his most beloved woman Butterfly Dance might betray him, but spikes would not, he dared to use his own head to guarantee this.

The thought of Butterfly Dance made his eyes bloodshot even thicker, the copper bowl creaked in his hand, and he poured another pot of wine into the bowl and drank it all.

He didn't know how many times he had watched this scene, he wanted to stop Zhu Meng, but he knew that there was no one in the world who could stop Zhu Meng, unless the butterfly girl came back, but how could the butterfly girl come back now, wasn't the butterfly girl in Chang'an?

His hands were clenched into fists, and there was already murder in his eyes.

At this moment, if the killing intent in his heart could kill Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai, then he didn't know how many times he had killed these two people, but if there was no if, the killing intent in people's hearts might be able to kill a short person, but it was definitely Sima Chaoqun, who had not been defeated so far, and Mr. Zhuo Donglai, who had come from the purple qi east.

Zhu Meng had already laughed, and he laughed. His laughter was always very heroic, and he heard that he was just like a lion patrolling his woodland, with a kind of domineering spirit, but this laughter quickly stopped, and also interrupted his spikes in thought, he said: "Do you say that Zhuo Donglai knows that Gao Wanfei is actually not looking for Sima Chaoqun to duel?"

This sentence was not answered immediately, he thought for a while before he spoke: "Purple Qi Donglai Zhuo Donglai has always had no last resort in his life, he can't think of this matter, but he can't think about it." ”

Zhu Meng said coldly: "Why?"

The answer to the spikes was simple and confident, and he said, "Because Sima is outstanding!" Zhuo Donglai's most important person in his life is Sima Chaoqun, and other people's names are like mustard in his eyes, so in Zhuo Dong's view, even if Gao Wanfei is very likely not to come to Sima Chaoqun to duel, but as long as there is a little possibility of a duel with Sima Chaoqun, then Zhuo Donglai will definitely make this little possibility through strict deployment and careful calculation, he must calculate the probability of winning the duel between Gao Wanfei and Sima Chaoqun, if Gao Wanfei has the ability to kill Sima Chaoqun, then maybe Zhuo Donglai will definitely think of making some accidents on Gao Wanfei's body。 ”

Zhu Meng laughed, he laughed even more happily, he suddenly got up and walked to the front of the spikes and patted the spikes on the shoulder, the light in his eyes became brighter, and the bloodshot became thicker, he laughed and said: "Good boy, you have a good analysis, why didn't I find out that you see people and things so thoroughly before, I should give you a position to be in charge, and let you manage the Lion Hall for me." ”

A simple smile flashed on the face of the spikes, and he still sat respectfully in front of Zhu Meng, looking at Zhu Meng like an old dog looking at his master.

Zhu Meng smiled happily and was very satisfied.

He spun back into his chair.

The windows on all sides are open, although the wind in Luoyang is not as cold as the wind in Chang'an, it is still as cold as a knife, and it is night at this time. The empty and unpopular hall looked even colder and bleaker.

But Zhu Meng didn't mean to close the window, he let the cold wind around him hit his body, Zhu Meng, who was wearing a tiger skin robe, was still sitting on the ground like a lion, he raised his glass and drank, and it seemed that he couldn't feel the cool breeze around him at all.

Zhu Meng is such a person, no matter how big things happen in the outside world, in his eyes, he is light, and he doesn't even value his own life, except for one person.

Spikes know that this person is Butterfly Dance.

If Zhuo Donglai only cared about Sima Chaoqun in his life, he would treat other people's names like a mustard. And what about Zhu Meng? Isn't Zhu Meng the same, in Zhu Meng's opinion, other people's names are not grass compared to Butterfly Dance.

Spikes understand this truth, but he is still very respectful and loyal to Zhu Meng, even if he knows that maybe one day he will be abandoned by Zhu Meng like a wooden chicken and Hanzhang like an abandoned son.

Zhu Meng didn't look at the spikes, he didn't even look anywhere, at this moment he was thinking about a woman in his heart, a woman called Butterfly Dance, a woman with a unique dance in the world, he knew that he shouldn't think about that woman at this time, but he couldn't control himself.

A bowl of wine was in his stomach, and the cold wind was like a sword blowing on his face, and he looked a lot more sober. He hadn't slept for three days, but his eyes were already bright, like two lanterns in the night.

He looked at the spikes that had also not slept for almost three days, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Let me ask you, do you think Gao Yanfei, Muji, and Han Zhang can rescue Butterfly Dance?"

Spikes were silent this time, he really didn't know about it, but then a loud voice outside the door answered the question.

"Gao Yanfei, Muji, and Han Zhang are all first-class masters, I originally hoped that they could rescue Butterfly Dance, but unfortunately they couldn't do it, absolutely not. ”

Zhu Meng's face had changed, and the copper bowl in his hand was crumpled in an instant.

Spikes had gotten up, his men had pushed open the door, and he rushed out with his knife in his hand, like a bolt of lightning.

This man knew too much, so he had to kill that man. Although he didn't like to kill, he knew that Zhu Meng must have meant this in his heart, so he immediately rushed out.

Zhu Meng was still sitting on a wide chair, his expression as cold as an iceberg.

But his complexion soon changed.

Spikes rush out quickly, but come back even faster.

A figure was thrown into the hall like lightning, and the spikes returned.

At the same time, a scrawny sick man walked into the hall without hurrying at this time.