The disciples of Wenjian Lake searched Yangzhou City for two hours to no avail. Lan Wuqiu followed Ming Xi into Yangzhou City.
At this time, the two of them were sitting in a restaurant. Lan Wuqiu looked at the night scene outside the window, seeming worried. . .
Mingxi, on the other hand, held up the wine glass with one hand and began to drink. Lan Wuqiu looked at Mingxi who behaved a little abnormally, and wondered why the sect leader was not worried about the whereabouts of the three people at Yijian Villa at this time.
"Sect Master, there is no news about those three people at this time. Could it be that they have secretly escaped from the city..."
"You can rest assured about this!" Someone suddenly responded, but the person who spoke was not Mingxi. Instead, from the stairs of the restaurant, a figure in black walked over, wearing a bamboo hat and holding an old bamboo umbrella in his hand.
Lan Wuqiu looked over after hearing the sound, his face a little ugly. . . The man coming from downstairs was not the same man who had a sword duel with Na Ye Dangting earlier!
? Why does this person appear here? Just now, I have specially arranged for disciples to stop him immediately if he sees any suspicious person.
How he got upstairs. . . Lan Wuqiu was deeply puzzled by Ye Chengzhu's appearance, but Mingxi, who had been leisurely and contented before, suddenly pretended to be very sad, as if she was incomprehensible with the sadness in her heart, and the bitterness was all over her face.
"Sect Master Ming, it seems that your orchid priest is a little dissatisfied with my appearance..." Ye Chengzhu said with a smile.
"Wuqiu, this person is Wenjian Lake's ally in the future... It doesn't have to be like this..." Mingxi sighed and then said.
Lan Wuqiu immediately spoke up and apologized to Ye Chengzhu: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was rude..." But then he looked at Mingxi and gave him a puzzled look, as if to say, he was not with that Ye Chengzhu. You should know each other by listening.
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"Forget it, Lan Zongfeng is also concerned about the safety of Jianhu. The disciples downstairs of Guizong are all fine, so there is no need to worry!"
"Well...Thank you! Mr. Ye, I wonder why you came here this time?" Mingxi nodded. Mr. Ye.
. . The sect leader actually called this person this way, why didn't he receive any news from the sect? Ye Chengzhu did not continue to walk towards the two of them. He just found a bench and sat down. He placed the bamboo umbrella beside him and then took off his bamboo hat.
. . The face under the bamboo hat looked extremely young, about the same age as Ye Dangting, which made Lan Wuqiu even more confused.
Which party is it? Ming Xi, who first met the second owner of Yijian Villa, and now the leader of Wenjian Lake Sect, wants to call him Master Ye.
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"I came here this time to give Mingxi Sect Master a reassurance. Ye Dangting and the other three cannot leave Yangzhou City. I have sent people to block their way..." Ye Chengzhu said proudly.
After hearing these words, the leader of the Wenjian Lake Sect put his hand on the table and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The worries that had been hanging in his heart before were relieved.
Ming Xi coughed twice and turned to look at Ye Chengzhu: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for telling me the truth about Sword Lake!" Ye Chengzhu smiled, waved his hand and said, "As far as I'm concerned, we will all be allies working together in the future. These small things are not worth mentioning!" Mingxi also laughed after hearing this, raised the wine glass in his hand, and pushed it towards Ye Chengzhu's position.
"After everything is done, I'll ask Master Ming for a drink. Now that the news has been brought, I'll leave first!" Ye Chengzhu picked up his bamboo umbrella and prepared to get up and go downstairs.
Mingxi immediately stood up and saluted his figure with a very respectful attitude.
"Then Ming will wait for Mr. Ye to triumph!" There was only a chuckle in response to him, and then the figure holding the umbrella disappeared in front of Ming Xi and Lan Wuqiu.
After a while, Mingxi sat back in her seat, her face looking much uglier than before. Lan Wuqiu is naturally good at observing words and expressions, and he immediately understands Mingxi's thoughts.
"Sect Master, although Wu Qiu doesn't know his identity, he probably came here this time to ask us to remove the search for disciples in the city, and leave all the follow-up power to them..." After hearing this, Mingxi slapped her hand on the table. , there seems to be anger rising in my heart!
"How could I not know! What he did... was just that he felt that we were doing useless work... and ordered the disciples in the city to withdraw to Wenjian Lake!"
"But Master, if we leave it to them, Ye Dang will hear a few people run away... What should we do..." Lan Wuqiu said worriedly.
Mingxi stood up and headed downstairs. He said with a stiff face, "If something goes wrong, ask him for an explanation..." Lan Wuqiu immediately followed Mingxi's pace and headed downstairs.
But when the two of them walked downstairs, they were both shocked. All the disciples who had been stationed under the restaurant were knocked to the ground, and no one was awake.
. . Lan Wuqiu looked around and saw that all the utensils in the restaurant hall were intact and there were no signs of fighting at all.
. . Mingxi's face became even more gloomy. He turned his head to look at the counter of the restaurant and found someone huddled behind and trembling.
He stared for a while, and Lan Wuqiu also noticed the person behind the counter, and immediately walked in that direction.
As he approached step by step, the hiding figure seemed to hear the sound and immediately jumped up and was about to run towards the backyard.
Is it Mr. Peng from the restaurant? Lan Wuqiu recognized the owner of the figure, and shopkeeper Peng also recognized Lan Wuqiu the moment the two faced each other.
"Lan worship...Lan worship, a dozen people came earlier and surrounded the whole downstairs of the shop... The disciples of your sect were thrown to the ground before they could even scream..."
"You said that none of the disciples of our sect had the chance to fight back?" Lan Wuqiu asked immediately.
Shopkeeper Peng must have been frightened before, and now he is still a little confused. He did not immediately reply to Lan Wuqiu's question.
After a while, Lan Wuqiu became impatient and was about to step forward to ask him to think carefully about what happened.
But before Lan Zongzong could step forward to take action, shopkeeper Peng suddenly screamed, put his head in his hands and muttered to himself.
"Let someone tell me, let me... just don't say anything and nothing will happen. I want to run... suddenly something... broke the wine jar next to my head... and then he went upstairs. Yes..." Hearing the restaurant owner's reminiscing words, Lan Wuqiu looked at the contemplative sect leader behind him.
Mingxi shook her sleeves and walked out the door: "Wake up all these losers and ask Jianhu back!"
"Yes, Sect Master!" Lan Wuqiu responded immediately. Then this Lan Zongzong kicked these drowsy Wenjian Lake disciples awake one after another.
Originally, he left the idle job of stationing at the restaurant for his disciples to live comfortably, and he could also get to know the sect master and become familiar with him in the future, so that his reputation in the sect could rise day by day.
But now. . . But in front of Mingxi, he lost all his face! They're all bastards. . . It's all rubbish.
. . You can't resist even a little bit! Thinking of these things, Lan Wuqiu became more and more angry and kicked out one after another to wake up these disciples who were lying in the hall of the restaurant.
Some of the disciples who were the first to wake up were dazed, rubbing their sore backs with their hands, looking at each other with puzzled faces, or at Lan Chongfeng, who was busy at work.
. . . . . . At this time, there were three people, Lin Manliu, Ye Dangting and Shen Xiaodao. Looking at the Wenjian Lake disciples who were withdrawing from the city one after another, they didn't know what was going on.
The boy in a short shirt watched the situation in the city change, picked up a branch, and randomly drew their escape route on the mud.
Ye Dang heard that he came over and let out a sigh.
"Uh... can you point it over there..." Lin Manliu was speechless. When the three of them met before, according to the words of the old liar in front of them, he discovered the two of them very early and deliberately hid beside them to tease them.
Regarding his behavior at this time, the boy in short shirt just wanted to hide himself and could not speak out, otherwise he would have been scolded to death!
It’s so boring!
"Why did you pull me back... Our Hero Lin?" Ye Dangting laughed softly.
"If you go back to the villa this time, you must let Master deal with you!" Lin Manliu glared at Ye Dangting fiercely.
The little girl with braids yawned softly, looked at the two of them and said, "Why are you two acting like children?"
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"He's the kid!" Lin Manliu rolled his eyes at the old liar in yellow. As soon as these words came out, it attracted the attention of Taoist Shen Xiao.
He laughed "Puff", which seemed to have eliminated most of the sleepiness just now. Ye Dang did not refute. He leaned under the bridge and looked at the moonlight beside the city wall.
"Those people who asked about Sword Lake have retreated... Can you find a place to spend the night later?" Seeing that the old liar in yellow stopped making trouble, Lin Manliu asked.
"What can Master Shen do here?" Ye Dangting did not answer the boy, but asked about the little girl with braids.
"If it were an ordinary day, it would be fine...but..." Master Shen Xiaodao spoke aloud. At the same time as she spoke, Lin Manliu noticed that her face looked a little bad, with the kind of morbid exhaustion, as if she was about to fall asleep in the next moment.
"At the age of six, the people the city will have to deal with later are the evil-doers. Compared to those who belong to the Tue-evil Sect, they are even worse than those who belong to the Tue-evil Sect..."
"Well... how about we leave later?" The boy in a short shirt took a deep breath and looked at Ye Dangting who had just spoken.
"No...we will go all the way north later. If we encounter someone who is evil, I will stay and break up the rear. At that time, you can lead Shen Xiaodao to break out of the siege. Most of the houses in the north of the city are empty. You can find a place to spend time with others." Tonight..." The old liar in yellow shirt changed his previous playful tone and began to make arrangements for subsequent evacuation.
"What should you do when you meet that parachute bearer?" Lin Manliu asked.
"If I escape unscathed, I will go looking for you!"
"What happened to you two now? Before coming to Yangzhou, we talked as if you two were new brothers, but now it's that person who is colluding with Wenjian Lake, or colluding with the Tue Evil Sect..."
"There are some things... I'll tell you in detail later, let's go!" The boy in a short shirt's question was interrupted by the old liar in a yellow shirt, and the two of them could only listen to the words.
As Ye Dangting walked out from under the bridge first, Lin Manliu also supported Taoist Shen Xiao as he walked out of it.
Taking advantage of the fact that there were no more pedestrians on the street, the three of them jumped over and walked back to the street, heading north towards Yangzhou City.
Along the way, except for the watchman, the three of them saw no one else. It seems that Lin Manliu and Ye Dangting were overly worried when they went to the north of the city, and there was no one who could do anything wrong.
But just after walking through many archways. . . The boy in a short shirt began to look at the houses on both sides, preparing to look for an uninhabited yard.
Just when he glanced sideways at Ye Dangting beside him, he found that Ye Dangting had stopped moving, and then immediately looked forward.
A familiar dark shadow stood twenty steps in front of them. It's the parachutist! At such a close distance, the young man didn't even notice him.
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