There was no doubt that this was an extremely heavy workload, but Song Qi did not show any fatigue, she felt a fire burning in her chest, which gave her extraordinary energy to devote to her work. (Mobile phone interview wèn)

She didn't know if it was because of Qiu Peng's confession, or because she was worried about her friend Lin Xue in her heart, and she didn't dare to think about it, because she was afraid that she would come to a surprising conclusion, a conclusion that would make her crazy.

When the last dossier was reviewed, Song Qi could hardly believe that she had completed such a huge amount of work in such a short time, and she felt extremely tired at this moment.

After putting away the dense notes and maps full of various symbols, and blowing out the candles, Song Qi suddenly found that the sky outside the window was slightly white, and it was almost dawn.

Song Qi and Yi were lying on the bed, their bodies were extremely tired, but their brains were surprisingly excited, and they were still turning quickly in the situation of not sleeping, thinking about tomorrow's plans and itinerary.

Tomorrow is destined to be a long day.

When Qiu Peng woke up, it was already dawn. Estimating the time, Qiu Peng found that he had only slept for two or three hours, but he felt surprisingly energetic and full of strength.

He didn't get up right away, but gently shook the chaise longue, smelled the faint aroma wafting in the room, and considered today's itinerary.

The way to win is to mobilize all your strength and press these chips at the most appropriate time.

Song Siming's six halls can only be used as a means to contain harassment, and cannot directly intervene in the battle that may occur to rescue Lin Xue.

Song Qi's gang are all noble, but unfortunately most of them are immature boys and girls, who are used to mess around, tickle Feng Shihan and pull his hind legs, but if it really threatens Feng Shihan's life or fundamental interests, it is often a danger of life and death, and this responsibility is great.

Siyu and Xiaomei are both good assistants, but one is innocent and not deep in the world, and the other has an inexplicable fear of Feng Shihan, and neither of them can help.

In this way, he is still the only one who is alone. Qiu Peng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Where is the help of their own?

Qiu Peng's brows furrowed slightly, thinking about the major forces in Feicheng, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought: Why did you forget that I am still the president of the mercenary union!

Although the four sects and eighteenth streams have declined as much as they did at the beginning, there are tens of thousands of disciples of the four sects and eighteenth streams who are mercenaries! If they can be united, it will also be a very strong force, not to mention the amazing potential of the four sects and eighteen streams that have been precipitated among the people for hundreds of years.

The key to subduing these unruly mercenaries is to get the support of those suzerains and elders of the four sects and eighteenth ranks.

It seems that today's first task is to visit Wen Baoliang, the only surviving veteran of the four eighteenth-rate sects.

Qiu Peng made up his mind, sat up with a flick of his waist, clapped his hands and shouted softly: "That's it!"

A lazy voice came from the side: "Childe was so excited when he got up in the morning, it seems that he slept well last night." ”

Qiu Peng scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and was about to say something, when he turned his head, but he couldn't say a word in surprise.

Diemei was sleepy-eyed, just sat up, her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked lazy and delicate. The incense quilt slid down her waist, revealing a beautiful upper body covered with only a pink light veil.

The clothes are thin and gauzy, and the mystery in the small clothes is faintly visible.

Qiu Peng only felt that his mouth was dry, his throat seemed to be about to breathe fire, and in the early morning, the natural impulse of men made him feel a little embarrassed, he quickly turned his head over, and stammered: "Yes, yes, I slept well." ”

Diemei was slightly stunned, then glanced at herself, understood something, and said to herself: "Oh, I can't imagine the most prestigious prodigal son in Feicheng, Qiu Peng and Master Li didn't even bother to throw themselves into the slave family at the second glance, and the slave family is really a failure to be a woman!"

After Qiu Peng's panic after a glance, his mind had calmed down, and he was no longer the teenager he used to do everything.

Qiu Peng stood up, smiled, turned his head and looked Diemei up and down with appreciative eyes, and said: "Miss Diemei is beautiful, how many people in this mortal world can resist Miss's moving charm?" Qiu Peng just glanced at Miss, his heart rippled, and he couldn't help himself, if he looked at it again, then he would have to do it?"

The maid serving outside knocked on the door and brought a towel and water for washing, and Qiu Peng was not polite, so he used it himself.

Diemei smiled silently and said, "I found that Lord Ye woke up in the morning, and even his kung fu with the flower gun has improved a lot." ”

Qiu Peng smiled indifferently and said: "That's natural, after a night of cultivation in the fragrant and pleasant boudoir of Miss, even if you are a layman, you will be stained with two points of immortal energy! ”

Diemei stood up, dressed in front of Qiu Peng, shrouded her infinitely beautiful delicate body under the light veil again, and said, "Then stay here for a while." ”

Qiu Peng tidied up his clothes, opened the door, and said calmly: "Don't have too much fairy energy, just one point is enough, not too much amazing, just a glance is enough." Qiu Peng has already gotten so much, how dare he ask for it again?"

With that, he took a confident stride and walked out.

Diemei looked at Qiu Peng's back steadily, and was wondering why he suddenly became sharp today, but heard Qiu Peng's smiling voice: "How is it, Miss Diemei, today's table is not bad!"

Before the words fell, the person was gone.

Diemei was stunned for a long time, then suddenly shook her head and smiled slightly.

Wen Baoliang's mansion is on Chuanliu Avenue in the south of Feicheng.

A few decades ago, when the four sects and eighteen streams had not yet declined, this was a famous and prosperous place in Feicheng, the high walls of the Zhumen on both sides of the avenue were lined up, and the magnificent buildings with carved beams and paintings were lined up one after another, and they were full of mansions of the high-level Lingyun Pavilion who were born in the four sects and eighteen streams.

It's just that now, the glory of the four sects and the eighteenth stream has long been blown away by the rain and wind, and the endless romantic martial arts have all turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated without a trace. Only the withered vermilion paint remains, and the walls are stained with rust.

Qiu Peng walked over, only to feel the desolation and decline in his face. Although the courtyard and pavilion are still there, most of the people who enter and exit these high-ranking houses are ordinary civilians or even poor people.

After several years of experience, although Qiu Peng is only seventeen years old, the vicissitudes of his state of mind are no less than that of a middle-aged man who has been in the world for a long time. Therefore, seeing this scene, I was very touched in my heart.

The vicissitudes of life, life is short for decades, or the power is in the martial arts, or the power is in all directions, in the end, but it is all illusory.

There was a fierce quarrel in front of him, pulling Qiu Peng out of his thoughts.

He looked up and saw a few people facing each other in the middle of the street, many people gathered around to watch, and more and more people poured in from all directions, almost blocking the entire street.

Qiu Peng had something in his heart, and he didn't want to delay, so he took two steps, intending to pass along the street corner.

The pedestrians were talking, and an old man walking next to Qiu Peng on crutches muttered while trying to separate the crowded crowd: "Oh, the current four sects and eighteenth streams are really in decline, and they were actually bullied to the door by a few boys who didn't know the height of the sky."

"I think back then, the people of our four sects and eighteenth streams, just go out at random, aren't they all walking sideways in Feicheng?

Qiu Peng's heart moved, and he stopped suddenly, and the person behind him almost hit him, the man pushed Qiu Peng and scolded him.

Qiu Peng didn't care, looked at the two sides of the confrontation in the middle of the street, changed his mind, and quietly squeezed into the inner circle.

On one side of the confrontation were two men, a delicate girl in civilian costumes, cowering behind a young man.

The young man, who was in his twenties, dressed in mercenary clothes, resembled the girl by seven or eight points, and seemed to be the girl's brother. There was a large bruise on his right cheek, swollen high, and a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The left hand tightly grasped the hilt of a long sword, and the green tendons burst out on the arm, and it could be seen that the emotion was very excited.