Meng 49 sword

Chapter 231 White Deer Immortal

The dead branches changed their twisted shapes in the bonfire. In the cold night, Meng Qiqi couldn't feel any warmth while she was roasting by the fire.But he didn't believe that Jiange really had spies, so he stared at Zhou Ziheng with a pair of clear and sharp eyes, and asked, "Who did you disclose your news to?"

Zhou Ziheng also looked serious, "I only told one person, and that is my elder brother, your master."

Hearing this, Meng Qiqi was slightly taken aback, "Master is dead..."

"Dead?" Zhou Ziheng was in a daze for a while.Just now 49 told him that Hou Muyun was dead, and now he told him that the elder brother is also dead.He guards his heart here, not knowing the passage of time, it seems to him that he just stood here for a few days, and then the world changed drastically in a blink of an eye.

Oh, that's right, the world has become what it is now, how can there be no dead people?

But why is it the big brother?

Zhou Ziheng felt an unspeakable sourness in his heart, thinking that he hadn't even seen them for the last time, he was so depressed that he drank another big gulp of wine.

But Chen Boyan didn't intend to give him extra time to be sad, and said: "The master is dead, and there is no proof that he is dead now. But I believe that with the grandeur of the master, it is absolutely impossible to be a spy. But if the senior only informs the news If the master is alone, then before he fights Lang Xu, he will definitely entrust this matter to someone he can trust."

Chen Boyan's words pointed directly at Xue Manshan.He is the next Pavilion Master appointed by the old Pavilion Master, the successor with high hopes, and the one who is most likely to hear the news.

But Xue Manshan is not only Meng Qiqi's elder brother, but also Chen Boyan's master!

"You doubt him?" Zhou Ziheng stared.

"The younger generation just made a reasonable deduction. As for whether there are spies and who the spies are, we still need evidence." Chen Boyan looked solemn and said in a solemn voice, "Although I have returned to the Chen family, the Jiange will always be my teacher. Master will always be my master, and I will not doubt anyone just because of a little speculation."

Chen Boyan's attitude was very clear, Zhou Ziheng felt much better after hearing his words.

Meng Qiqi made a decisive decision, "Until the investigation is clear, this matter cannot be let to the fourth person."

In fact, this matter can be understood after a little deduction. Ji Yuetang buried so many hidden stakes in the fairy gate, and even Tianmu Mountain, which doesn't care about world affairs, can be understood, so can Jiange, which is an authentic swordsmanship, stay out of it?

It's just that Meng Qiqi's feelings for Jiange are too special, and he always subconsciously avoids thinking about this possibility.Moreover, several brothers in Jiange treated him so well, how could he doubt anyone?

Thinking of this, Meng Qiqi couldn't help but take a deep breath, hoping to calm down.He subconsciously leaned against Chen Boyan, feeling a burst of exhaustion.

"Let's rest for a while." Chen Boyan stretched out his hand to hold his rough palm, giving him a little warmth.

Meng Qiqi was enjoying such warmth, and then suddenly thought of Chen Boxi again.If one of the three people here is the calmest, it must be Chen Boyan.

But is there really nothing in his heart?Or in other words...he was used to such things.

Mrs. Chen must have given birth to such a second son, but now that second son has become a monster in human skin.It is impossible to find out when he was dropped by someone, or whether he was directly killed and then taken away.

That's the younger brother of the close relative, and now it's Jiange's turn again.

Thinking of this, Meng Qiqi couldn't help stretching out her arms to hug Chen Boyan, and buried her head on his shoulder, regardless of whether anyone was watching or not.Chen Boyan's eyes became much softer in this cold winter night, he reached out his hand to brush away the hair on his sideburns, and lowered his head to give a soft kiss.

Zhou Ziheng poked his eyes.

This night, the entire land of Great Xia, five mountains and fourteen continents, stayed up all night.And when the long night finally passed, and a round of red sun slowly rose from the distant valley and the distant sea, everyone looked at the homeland that had been changed beyond recognition, with bewilderment and sorrow that could not be shaken off in their eyes.

The wind from the wilderness blew over the collapsed city wall, over the newly piled grave mounds, and finally hit the wind chime that fell from someone's house.There was a hint of coldness and gloom in the wind.

Like a dusty coffin finally opened, withered yellow grass spread over people's ankles overnight.

But we had no time to grieve or cry, so we had to take up the sword and fight in this strange and familiar homeland.Because the monsters are by their side, they want to live, and everyone wants to live.

Soon people discovered that after the turmoil of that night, the crops in the fields were damaged in large areas, and there seemed to be turbidity in the originally clean river, which brought them great trouble.

To make matters worse, the continuous rain for several days made everyone feel like a heavy dark cloud.

If the situation inside the pass is so bad, let alone outside the pass.

Most of the desert outside the pass, the long yellow sand makes people despair, but it does not mean that it is a good thing to have rain for several days.This rain that stretched across the entire sky did not improve the climate of the desert at all, but made the situation worse.

Because the rain cannot drink, nor can it nourish the grass and trees.Instead, layer after layer of turbid air was washed out, making the air between the sky and the earth even more turbid.

Many monks have thought of the secret realm, but the truth has not been widely announced, so they don't understand the truth, but feel that the current environment is quite similar to the secret realm.

Because of the raging monsters, few caravans dare to walk in the desert.Only those who are desperate and desperate, or those with deep pockets, can find monks to escort them all the way.

But it rained for three consecutive days, no matter how powerful the caravan was, they had to stop.

Yunlai Inn is located on the only road leading to the desert from Hangu in the west. There are always people coming and going, and the business is booming.Even in today's world, it has become a refuge for passing merchants, and the upstairs and downstairs are crowded with people.The stables were even more infested with horses, and some sycophants and camels had to be squeezed outside. After the bleak wind and rain, they looked sick and weak, and it was difficult to go on the road.

When there are too many people, accidents are easy to happen.The merchants who come and go on this road are not stupid or soft-legged shrimps. There are those who are powerful and fat, and there are also those who are resourceful and scheming without blinking an eye.So many people were forced to be trapped in the Yunlai Inn, and the inn has not been demolished yet, but everyone is giving the boss three points, and they don't want to lose this treasured place to shelter from the rain.

But conflict is inevitable.

The gentle businessman from the south sat at the same table with the Hu businessman, and there was a conflict again accidentally, and the two sides almost fought.During the quarrel, there was also a woman's scream and an inconspicuous "Amitabha", which just made a simple matter of fighting for a seat bigger and bigger.

The innkeeper hurriedly fought, but a wicked ghost hiding in the crowd on the second floor was booing, watching the excitement was no big deal.

A thin young man was pushed to the ground at this moment, and the scarf wrapped around his head was accidentally torn off, revealing the three thousand black hair hidden inside.

"It's a woman!"

"Hahaha, she turned out to be a little bitch!"

"I knew it a long time ago. It's not that there are no women here. What are you pretending..."

"..."

The booing surrounds the girl in disguise, almost making her breathless.The innkeeper is not really a kind person, but he is also afraid of causing more trouble, so he gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up.

However, at this moment, a clear knock on the door and the sound of breaking through the patter of rain reached everyone's ears.

Someone knocking on the door?

The noise of playing stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the door suspiciously and vigilantly—it has been raining for three consecutive days, and ordinary monks are unwilling to continue walking in the rain. Who is coming here in the rain at this moment?

"Du, Du." There were two more knocks on the door, accompanied by a clear male voice, "Excuse me, is there anyone?"

The owner of this voice sounded like a young man, gentle and polite, knocking on the door in this rainy night without any haste.

The innkeeper looked around hesitantly, seeing that everyone had different thoughts but no one stopped him, so he boldly stepped forward to open the door, "Come here, please come inside."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head to look at the visitor, and then froze for a moment - this visitor is really beautiful.He has opened an inn here for more than [-] years. He has seen the pampered young master from the south, and the famous beauties of the Hu tribe, but he has never seen such a gentle and beautiful young master.

He came out of the rain, and his whole body was wet by the rain, but he didn't see a trace of distress.

"Excuse me." The visitor greeted politely, glanced at everyone in the room, but did not rush in, but stepped aside a little bit, looked behind him, and said: "I have another merciless request, I have a deer, It’s for my friend. Just now I saw that there is no space left in the stable, so I wonder if the shopkeeper can be accommodating and let me bring this deer in?”

Only then did the innkeeper see that the visitor was followed by a white deer that was full of immortality. At this moment, the white deer was looking at him spiritually, and its big deer eyes were full of purity.And it was wearing the coir raincoat that should have been put on the visitor.

"This, this..." In the blink of an eye, the innkeeper seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the visitor, his face flushed with excitement, "Immortal Bailu! You are Immortal Bailu!"

As soon as this remark came out, the inn exploded.

"Immortal White Deer? Could it be the one in the rumors some time ago?"

"That's right! That's the one!"

"Isn't that Shen Qingya, the eldest disciple of Tianzhu Mountain!"

"How did he get here?"

"..."

While there were different opinions, the innkeeper had already invited both Shen Qingya and Bailu in.Shen Qingya met all the sizing eyes generously, nodded and said hello, "I'm under Shen Qingya, sorry for the trouble."

Shen Qingya has an aura that can make people quiet.Not to mention that the past few months of running around have washed away the last trace of lead on his body, and looking at him now, he looks even more dusty and elegant.

Tianmu Mountain is well-known outside the customs, and Immortal Bailu saves the world with his sword, and he is also well-known outside the pass.

But the timing of Shen Qingya's appearance was still too suspicious, everyone exchanged glances, and someone stepped forward and asked: "Shen Xianjun, I heard that you were mixed with Shengjun some time ago, why did you appear here today?"