The Supreme Being

Haha, Meng Qi laughed twice, pretended not to hear, left the big boat, got on the small boat, and approached the shore. Wang Zai wisely did not ask any more questions. After he got to the shore, he said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Su Xian." "Relief."

"It takes a little effort." Meng Qi calmed down.

"Brother Su Xian, you really have something important? Do you need help?" Wang Zai thought he should do something.

Meng Qi shook his head, not wanting to involve Wang Zai in the "Mythology" matter: "It's just an excuse. I plan to go to Jiange and then return to Xingyun Village to practice."

Wang Zai nodded and said, "In that case, Brother Yu will leave."

The two of them split up. Meng Qi hurried along the Tianxiu River in the direction of Jiange. After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the middle of the river.

This place is away from the most prosperous place, and there are fewer buildings and boats. At a glance, the water is undulating, and in the middle of the water, there is a small boat drifting with the current. On the boat sits a young man in green clothes, with a large jar of wine in front of him, drinking facing the moon.

He is in his twenties, has an average appearance, an elegant temperament, and a bold and unrestrained posture. He drinks wine as if drinking water, and sings songs from time to time. There is a bit of youthful white on his head, which makes him feel like a fairy after many vicissitudes of life. Elegant and carefree, like a green lotus blooming slowly between heaven and earth.

Although he did not recognize this person, Meng Qi still vaguely guessed his identity. He originally planned to go to Yingcheng to challenge him, but now things changed at any time, so he went to the Xingyun Banquet first.

"Young Master Qinglian" Liusu, the direct descendant of the Huanhua Sword Sect!

Turning his head, Meng Qi decided to rush to Jiange first.

"My friend, we meet in Jiang Zuo, why don't we come and have a drink?" At this moment, Liusu smiled drunkenly. He noticed Meng Qi's gaze and sensed his energy, knowing that he was not an ordinary person.

Meng Qi thought about it, and took this opportunity to ask Senior Brother Qi if he had found the local leader of the Huanhua Sword Sect, and reminded him to be careful about Old Zhong, so he laughed loudly: "Master Qinglian's wine must be a fine wine, how can you miss it?" ?”

He broke off two dead branches from the nearby tree, jumped up, and flew gracefully across the river like a bird approaching the river.

Tianxiu River is relatively wide, and the boat is located in the middle of the river. Meng Qi has already started to fall after crossing less than half of the river.

As the waves floated, he threw a dead branch out of his hand, floated on the water, tiptoed a little, and flew into the air again. After two sticks in a row, he landed opposite Liusu and sat on the other end of the boat.

Next to the wine jar, there was a clean and empty bowl, as if Liusu had already prepared it.

"Does the Young Master have another guest?" Meng Qi felt that Liusu could not have made a special trip to wait for him.

Liusu patted the wine jar, and a stream of wine turned into a flying spring, falling into the empty bowl, just filling it up, no more, no less. Even Meng Qi couldn't help but marvel at this control.

"I brought wine to fight with others, but he broke the promise and had to drink alone. Fortunately, I met you." Liusu picked up the wine bowl and said elegantly but boldly, "Although we don't know each other, we became drinking buddies after drinking."

Meng Qi also picked up the bowl and felt that the wine was fragrant and light green in color. It was an extraordinary product: "I'm here, Su Meng."

The two clinked their bowls, and each drank. Meng Qi felt the wine enter his throat, turn into a thread of fire, and flow into his stomach. Immediately, the lingering fragrance spread, the warmth was suffused, and it was mellow and sweet. He said: "Good wine!"

"Lou Wai Lou Yan Yu Nian, I have had this jar for thirty years, and I am shameless enough to ask for it." Liusu laughed with satisfaction, as if praising his wine made him happier than praising him himself.

Meng Qi also patted the wine jar, causing a flying fountain to split into two streams and fall into their respective bowls, no more or less, just enough to fill the bowl.

This control is no worse than Tassel!

Liusu chuckled and said, "I heard from Junior Brother Qi, have you ever wanted to spar with me?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Qi is also in Yingcheng?" Meng Qi asked knowingly.

Liusu patted the side of the boat: "However, if Xingyun's banquet is not coming soon, we can each bring ten jars of wine and slowly taste the wine and discuss martial arts."

"There will definitely be opportunities in the future." Meng Qi paused and said, "Please tell Senior Brother Qi that Lao Zhong, who has a bad relationship with him, appeared in Yingcheng."

Liusu nodded, without asking any further questions, and raised his bowl to drink with Meng Qi.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Meng Qi did not deliberately use his internal energy, but asked with a hint of drunkenness: "I wonder who the young master made an appointment with before?"

It must be extraordinary to have an appointment with Young Master Qinglian. Meng Qi saw the undercurrent in Ying City now, so he asked more questions.

Liusu looked at Jiang Xin and sighed: "The 'King of Thieves' Sikong Tu."

"King of Thieves?" Meng Qi is no stranger to this name. He is a well-known figure in Liumenhai. He has been famous for many years. He has half-stepped in outdoor scenes. He is good at light kung fu, concealment, and mechanism skills. He has stolen a lot. I have also dug many graves and was hated by the master of suffering.

"When I traveled to Jiangdong before, I encountered Sikong and tried to take him down, but in the end I was unable to do so. I had to split the score. He is also a good drinker, so we often bet and have fights. If I win, he will wash his hands. , if I lose, I will do something for him that does not violate the rules of the sect. To date, we have had five bets and all have been draws." Liusu finished a bowl and thought about the past, "Sikong asked me to be here today. We fought, but he didn’t show up, maybe he was caught up in something else.”

Meng Qi nodded. The "King of Thieves" was also in Yingcheng. It was really possible to meet a master at any time here.

After drinking seven or eight bowls of wine with Liusu, Meng Qi hurried to Jiange. He stood up to say goodbye and glanced at the boat, trying to find something to stop him on the way.

"Why do you need this? I'll give you a ride." Liusu drunkenly pulled out his long sword, his expression was full of sacredness, and he chanted loudly:

"Flying down three thousand feet..."

With a slash of the long sword, the river suddenly roared, the waves surged into the air, turned and pushed the boat to the shore. The wonderful force and the skillful use of momentum made people feel that the tassels could mobilize the power of heaven and earth for their own use. Misunderstand.

Liusu didn't say goodbye with much courtesy, but turned around and patted the boat, sailed towards the middle of the river again, and said loudly: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date..."

Meng Qi looked back and sighed, those who can unite nature and man really have their own courage and feeling.

When they arrived at Jiange, Meng Qi met Jiang Zhiwei and told him the truth about what happened to Lao Zhongtou.

The details cannot be kept secret, Mi Zijing and Bai Wenyuan will definitely publicize it.

Jiang Zhiwei had a hard time holding back her laughter and nodded: "I know how to be careful. By the way, my uncle Hong has arrived at Ying City."

Meng Qi felt relieved. Hong Qian, the "Broken Star Sword" of Xijiang Pavilion, was the real one, Su Wuming's senior brother.

After leaving Jiange, he walked along the Tianxiu River and planned to return to Xingyun Village.

As he walked, he saw the building boat of Xiuyue Pavilion again.

"They actually sailed here?" Meng Qi was a little surprised. This place is close to Yuehu Lake and Yanyu Mountain, and few high-rise ships come here.

The building boat docked, the lights were dim, and it seemed that there were very few guests, or they were all sleeping.

Meng Qi suddenly felt something in his heart and ducked behind a tree.

He looked around and saw a window opened, and a man in black robe jumped out, and then Mi Zijing appeared and closed the window. His face was full of solemnity, and there was no trace of his previous unrestrained behavior.

The man in black robe has the iconic rosacea. He seems to be extremely afraid of being followed. He continuously changes his body shape and slowly blends into the darkness.

And Meng Qi felt that someone was trying to get him.

Meng Qi did not take any action because he did not want to mess with other people's affairs. He had enough troubles. Mi Zi was secretive and could not be related to Jin Wang Zhao Yi.

In silence, Meng Qi passed by this place and returned directly to Xingyun Village, meditating and practicing, trying to figure out his moves.

…………

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into the small courtyard where Meng Qi was.

Meng Qi woke up and felt that the sky was clear and the air was clear, and he felt comfortable. Everything he encountered yesterday seemed to be a thing of the past.

This made his mind clear, and he suddenly had inspiration:

"Senior Brother Qi was not killed by the Blessing Heavenly Palace. Would the people from Shinhwa not have thought that he would inform me?"

"Zhiwei and I have already met, so this matter must have spread to Xijian Pavilion..."

"Uncle Hong from Xijiang Pavilion has come to Yingcheng. Judging from Liusu's attitude, masters from the Huanhua Sword Sect may also come..."

"'Shinhwa' will really come to deal with me?"

As he thought about it, Meng Qi's eyes narrowed slightly. The myth had not been successfully silenced, the matter had been exposed, and they were just simply venting their anger. Would they continue to act at such great risk?

If it were me, I'm afraid I would give up temporarily and find another opportunity. It's not that important anyway.

"But Lao Zhong still showed up in Yingcheng..."

"Is it simply hiding in the local area, or does Shinhwa have other plans?"

While he was thinking hard, the servant of Xingyun Village sent a letter, saying that it was from a child nearby.

Meng Qi was confused, so he checked it first before opening the letter. He saw it written in delicate hairpin-flowered small letters:

"Twenty miles east of the city, in Longpan Mountain's Grave Valley, the whereabouts of the devil are revealed."

Gu Xiaosang’s letter? The whereabouts of Old Zhongtou? Meng Qi's hand holding the letter tightened involuntarily.