Urban magic doctor

Meng Zibai took the letter, and even Chen Yang, who was standing next to him, smelled the faint fragrance on the letter.

On the envelope, there is a beautiful calligraphy: "Mencius, Mr. Bai, I personally express this."

"Mr. Meng, take your leave."

When the girl on the peony boat saw Meng Zibai receiving the letter, she said nothing more, bowed to Meng Zibai Yingying, and then drove the boat away.

Seeing that Bingyun would not appear today, the men on other ships around them all lost interest and scattered away.

"Brother Meng, quickly read what is written in the letter."

Chen Yang pointed to the pink letter and said with a smile.

Meng Zibai pressed the letter to his chest and said to Chen Yang: "Brother Chen, I'm sorry, this is written by Sister Bingyun to me. Please avoid it."

"no problem."

Chen Yang smiled, turned around and walked to the other side of the boat, looking at the scenery on the river.

Although he didn't read the letter, Chen Yang already roughly knew what it said. It was just that Bingyun couldn't come today, and he hoped that Meng Zibai would forgive him and see him next time.

After half a minute, Meng Zibai exclaimed: "Ah! What should I do, Brother Chen, Sister Bingyun actually said that she wants to meet me at the Spirit Boat Conference."

"Why the Spirit Boat Conference?"

Chen Yang turned around, looked at Meng Zibai, and asked.

Meng Zibai frowned and said, "She said she would participate in the Spirit Boat Conference and hoped that I would go to watch the competition. What should I do?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Just say you have something to do and don't go."

"But I will indeed go."

Meng Zibai said seriously.

Chen Yang rubbed his head and felt more and more difficult to communicate with Meng Zibai.

This girl, you haven’t promised anyone else anything, so why do you have to listen to Bingyun?

"Uh... you decide for yourself."

Chen Yang didn't know what plan to give Meng Zibai, so he could only leave the problem to Meng Zibai to solve by himself.

Meng Zibai stared at the letter in his hand and thought for a long time. He was still at a loss. He could only put the letter away and murmured: "It seems that I can only wait until the Spirit Boat Conference before I personally reject her."

"You are scared when you see her, are you so cruel?"

Chen Yang smiled.

Meng Zibai clenched his pink fist and said seriously: "I will work hard."

…

In the blink of an eye, there are only two days left before the Spirit Boat Conference.

In the next two days, all activities on the Yujiang River came to a halt because Chiyin County officials began to arrange the venue for the Spirit Boat Conference.

In the past few days, Chen Yang had been with Meng Zibai every day and tried all the activities on Yujiang.

In addition to flower towers, there are also lantern riddles, boat racing, water lions, etc. on the Yujiang River.

Chen Yang hadn't played so relaxedly for a long time, but he had taken a good rest in the past few days.

His friendship with Meng Zibai also became deeper and deeper, and he no longer called Meng Zibai "Brother Meng", but directly called him by his first name.

But Meng Zibai was a little embarrassed and still called him "Brother Chen".

Because Yujiang had to arrange the venue that day, at ten o'clock at night, Chen Yang met Meng Zibai at the west gate of Linyu City as usual, but he didn't know where to go tonight.

After seeing Meng Zibai, the Huoling carriage went to the city instead.

After entering an inn, Meng Zibai said: "Brother Yang, come with me."

Following Meng Zibai walking upstairs, Chen Yang observed and found that this inn was a little different. There was not a single customer in the lobby. The shopkeeper and the waiter were standing behind the counter. After seeing Meng Zibai, he smiled slightly and bowed. Salute.

Apparently, this inn should have been booked by Meng Zibai, and even the people here were replaced by her own servants.

On the third floor, Chen Yang and Meng Zibai entered the room.

As soon as I entered the room, a faint fragrance penetrated into my nose, which smelled very good.

I saw a small three-legged copper tripod on the table in the room, with precious agarwood burning inside.

Chen Yang took a gentle sniff and found that this was not an ordinary agarwood, but a spiritual incense. The burned gas was not only fragrant, but also contained spiritual power. Most people used it for cultivation.

Meng Zibai was so extravagant that he even used spirit incense to diffuse the room.

I glanced at the room. It was very big. It had obviously been renovated and several rooms on the third floor had been opened up.

And it was completely princess-style. The pink bed made Chen Yang stunned for a moment.

If he hadn't known that Meng Zibai was a girl, Chen Yang would have thought he was a pervert.

Perhaps sensing Chen Yang's strange gaze, Meng Zibai quickly pulled the screen over to block his bed, and smiled, revealing two sweet dimples on his face.

"Zi Bai, why did you bring me here?"

Chen Yang sat down at the table and took the initiative to change the topic to avoid Meng Zibai's embarrassment.

Meng Zibai sat down and said to Chen Yang: "Brother Chen, last time you asked me to help you find the Zimu Sword of the Eight Pattern Heavenly Artifact, do you still remember?"

Chen Yang hasn't mentioned it recently. He thought Meng Zibai had forgotten it too. He thought maybe he hadn't found it, so he didn't mention it to save Meng Zibai from embarrassment.

Now when he heard Meng Zibai talk about it, he realized that Meng Zibai had not forgotten it.

He asked: "How is it? Is there any news?"

Meng Zibai looked apologetic and said, "I'm really sorry, there are so few people using the Zimu Sword, and I couldn't find the Eight-Pattern Heavenly Weapon."

Chen Yang didn't have much hope at first, so he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, just forget it if you can't find it."

"But I found a set of the Nine-Pattern Heavenly Weapon's Son-Mother Sword. I wonder, Brother Chen, do you want it?"

Meng Zibai said, taking out a set of Zimu swords from Najie and placing them on the table.

Chen Yang just took a sip of tea and almost spit it out.

There is no eight-marked heavenly weapon. If you come here with nine-marked heavenly weapon, are you kidding me?

Seeing Meng Zibai's innocent look, Chen Yang knew that this girl was just too cute and didn't mean to tease him.

However, wouldn't it be better to have a nine-marked heavenly weapon?

His eyes fell on the mother-child sword on the table. He saw that the hilts of the mother-child sword were joined together, and the sword body was hidden in an exquisitely carved silver scabbard, and the blade could not be seen.

He was not polite, picked up the sword on the table, grasped the hilt, and pulled the sword out quickly.

Suddenly there was a cold light, and a sharp sword wind actually cut a slit on the tabletop.

This is just the sword wind of drawing the sword, but it is so powerful. If the sword is used, the power can be imagined.

I saw two swords, one large and one small. They looked exactly the same. They were all silver and had nine heavenly weapon patterns engraved on them. They were just like two nine-marked heavenly weapons.

However, this set of mother-and-son swords, forged in a special way, can complement each other and exert more power than two separate nine-marked heavenly weapons.

"nice one!"

Chen Yang praised him, put the sword into its scabbard, and wanted to thank Meng Zibai.

However, Meng Zibai spoke first and said, "Brother Chen, I have something else that I want to give you."