Chapter 1200 Mengguang

"Oh, according to what you said, Meng Guang is also a little genius, why doesn't he just take refuge under a certain big man, wouldn't it be easier to get cultivation resources and better opportunities?"

To put it simply, Meng Tang, the mayor of Wufeng Town, is ridiculous and lustful, but he gave birth to a very promising son, but why did the small Wufeng Town become a popular rotten egg because of this, which can attract flies in Bingluo City, the logic of this is too complicated, and Murong Xuefei is too lazy to think about it.

Walking in the mortal world is not as easy as she imagined, but Murong Xuefei has Feng Rushan, and she can't walk, and with Feng Rushan, it can be regarded as walking.

"Hehe, this, uncle, if you take refuge in the door of the big man, you also need to pay a certain price. Look at Lu Biao, as a black-armored warrior, he is not respectful to Wan Tianxing, Meng Guang, perhaps, cares a lot about his free body. ”

Throwing himself into a big force or self-reliance, which is better, the same entanglement, Feng Rushan faced it more than once, and there were several times when Murong Xuefei was still a party, and he could understand Meng Guang's choice.

Gangxing Shenzhou has a strange household registration system compared to the Chinese mainland, and if you want to sell yourself and take refuge, you have to pay more than Feng Rushan back then.

As far as Feng Rushan knows, becoming someone's guard, or tribe, has a social status that is not low, but it is still different from a free man.

"Well, it makes sense, let's go around Wufeng Mountain more, and it's not bad to stop in Wufeng Town for a few days. Feng Rushan, I heard that the hot springs in Wufeng Town are good, don't you want to go to the hot springs again,......。 ”

"Hmph, as long as Meng Guang has the slightest connection with this matter, or something else, I will definitely kill him. ”

Feng Rushan always makes sense, at least it sounds very reasonable, but as for whether it really makes sense, Murong Xuefei didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Murong Xuefei's ability to accept Feng Rushan's failure to join the Tianyuan faction back then does not mean that she also appreciates Meng Guang today, as for the reason, it may make sense, but Murong Xuefei rarely needs reason to act.

Flying around in the air every day, even because of Xiao Hei and Feng Rushan's fire cultivation skills, Murong Xuefei didn't feel cold and hard, but it was useless, the continuous mountains of the Cangwu Mountains, she was also a little tired of watching it, she would know this, well, the smelly and hard Meng Guang was also very interesting.

Being able to find the joy of the thing itself in anything is Murong Xuefei's talent, and it is an enviable talent, at least Feng Rushan is very envious.

"Uncle Shi wants to soak in the hot springs, I don't know if the natural hot springs in Wufeng Mountain are the same as the hot springs in heaven and earth,......。 ”

"How did Uncle Shi become so easy to talk to!"

Feng Rushan shook his head, took out a thick manual and read it.

At the foot of Wufeng Mountain, there is a small lake, Plateau Ping Lake, no matter how low the temperature is, the lake water does not freeze all year round, and the fog is steaming, Wufeng Mountain is also named, the legend is that there is a fire vein at the bottom of the lake.

Whether there is a fire vein or not, no one knows, but Wufeng Mountain has many hot springs, but it is famous far and wide, Wufeng Town has also become a major leisure resort in Bingluo City because of the hot springs, Murong Xuefei wants to bubble, then stop in Wufeng Town for a few days, Feng Rushan does not object.

Except for a very small number of battles, the rhythm of life of monks and high-ranking monks is not as fast and tense as that of mortals, and they do not forget to enjoy life when they do anything, or in other words, while enjoying life, they occasionally do something easily, which is the common state of high-level monks.

For the vast majority of monks, cultivating immortals is for a longer life, of course, a high-quality life, a long life, is meaningful. As for what is a high-quality life, this, it is turnip greens.

"Do you need to memorize all the maps on the entire Ancient Tea Horse Road, this bastard,......。? ”

In Feng Rushan's hand, there was a detailed atlas summary of the mountainous areas of Bingluo City, he had been looking at it for the past few days, Murong Xuefei wanted to pull him to continue chatting, but after thinking about it, he still held back.

Looking at the atlas is also a serious matter, although Murong Xuefei herself has always looked down on this kind of stupid method, but to do anything, stupid kung fu, someone must go down, even if you know that most of the stupid kung fu is useless in the end.

After a few days of field investigations, Murong Xuefei found that Murong Xuefei, including Feng Rushan, had thought things too simply, and the probability of flying over the Ancient Tea Horse Road with Xiao Hei was not as high as they expected.

The reason is very simple, the use of divine consciousness is restricted, and their reliance is mainly on Xiao Hei's eyesight, but now it is summer, in the mountains of the Cangwu Mountains, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and it often rains, Xiao Hei's eyesight cannot penetrate the thick clouds, not to mention the ancient tea horse road, which is already long and tortuous, often turning a corner is a towering mountain, Xiao Hei's eyes can't pass through the peaks, and it is impossible to fly too high all the time.

In fact, Feng Rushan had already built a place where they were most suspicious, and they calmed down to investigate, but Murong Xuefei has always been unwilling, now, Wufeng Mountain and Mengguang sound good, and there are hot springs to soak, so let's take a walk in Wufeng Town.

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"Meng Gongzi, I heard that a person died in the Ma Gang a few days ago?"

The smoke of the foggy lake is vast, the summer is smoky, the winter is foggy, surrounded by mountains, the weeping willows on the shore, the white lotus in the water is swaying, coupled with the bright moon in the air, the scenery is extremely quiet, this is the best season of the foggy lake, the boats on the lake are rowing on the lake, the red men and green women are leaning on each other, a sheng song and laughter.

The center of the lake was quite quiet, on a pleasure boat, Zhang Hua just stood casually by the boat, but that strong self-confidence was undoubtedly revealed.

He was less than forty years old, his face was like white jade, he was unusually handsome, and he was wearing a golden robe, which was carefully tailored, making his figure well-proportioned and straight, exuding a lofty and arrogant atmosphere.

Zhang Hua is indeed qualified to be proud.

As the eldest disciple of Chen Er, the presiding officer of the Ice Spirit City Temple, the Ice Spirit City Temple, in fact, he is taking care of it, and Zhang Hua not only takes care of the temple affairs in an orderly manner, but his own cultivation has not been delayed at all, and he has advanced to the middle stage of soul condensation at the age of less than forty, even compared to the cultivation genius of the headquarters, it is not inferior, Zhang Hua's confidence in himself comes from solid results.

"Hehe, it was originally a normal business, the kid surnamed Zhang was not convinced, and what he said was not very good, and the brothers made a move, and accidentally made a heavy ,......。 ”

"Did you hear? Zhang Hua blamed me for not reporting to him in time? Hehe, why! Just on your vague promise?"

Meng Guang sat lazily next to a table on the boat, holding a purple sand teacup in his left hand, he was also a beautiful man, wearing a very light silk robe, very free and easy, this robe was very simple, dragged to the ground, covering his feet.

Men who are too handsome are easy to give people a sense of frivolity, but the impression given by Meng Guang is very calm, and he is completely majestic in power, just in terms of momentum, he is not weaker than Zhang Hua at all.

"Normal is not normal, Meng Gongzi said it doesn't count, I said it doesn't count, if Liao Cripple and Zhong Fang feel that normal is normal, Meng Gongzi go back, and restrain his subordinates. The first thing that comes to great things is to be calm,......。 ”

"Normal business?"

Zhang Hua's brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he immediately regained his indifferent expression, with a kind of majesty in his grace, this kind of expression is the demeanor of the superior who naturally flows, and it is not something that ordinary low-level people with no background can learn.

The incident of the previous city lord of Bingluo City, Zhang Hua followed Chen Er's instructions and secretly encircled Meng Guang, hoping that Wufeng Mountain could play a strange role in this big game of chess, but he didn't expect that because of Zhang Daniu's death, Meng Guang attracted the attention of all parties and joined the chess game early, making him quite passive.

The key is that Meng Guang did not report Zhang Daniu's matter in time, until he came to the door in person, and used "normal business" to prevaricate, Zhang Hua felt that it was necessary to knock Meng Guang and let him recognize his role.

Moreover, Meng Guang called Zhang Daniu a kid surnamed Zhang, although it may not be intentional, it also made Zhang Hua a little awkward.

"Hehe, Master Zhang is serious, where am I a person who does great things. The situation is not good, everyone is having a hard time, other places have raised the price of crossing, and the brothers also want to save face, Hu Laosi missed for a while, a small red-armored warrior, Liao Cripple and Zhong Fang, will not take it seriously,......。 ”

Zhang Daniu's death was indeed not deliberately arranged by Meng Guang, he just didn't particularly prevent it, at most it was a laissez-faire, but after all, something happened that everyone didn't want to happen, and restraining his subordinates was the proper meaning of the question, Meng Guang didn't care, he could accept it. But if he couldn't hold his breath, it was obvious that Zhang Hua was reprimanding himself, Zhang Hua's status in the Ice Spirit City Temple, Meng Guang knew very well in his heart, but he still refused to show weakness.

Meng Guang is not only a purple armor warrior, but when he contacted him in the Ice Spirit City Temple, Wufeng Town also had dealings with Zhong Fang, although he knew very well that the Black Moon Sect had great potential power in the Great Zhou Empire, but he was not a monk after all, and his ultimate future was still in Crouching Tiger City, not the Ice Spirit City Temple, for Zhang Hua, what he wanted was cooperation, not obedience, or rather, submission.

The key is that although Zhang Hua is a disciple of Chen Er and has great power, after all, he is not the host of the Ice Spirit City Temple, just a mage, in the final analysis, he is also an errand runner, and he does not have the final decision-making power, and Zhong Fang is the city lord of Ice Spirit City, a prince, many things, Zhong Fang himself, just say it.

Even though his father Meng Tang rarely took care of things, as the de facto controller of Wufeng Town, because he was not the mayor of Wufeng Town, Meng Guang felt constrained, and he knew the subtle and subtle differences. R752