“This place in Yuzhou is really disappointing.”

“There are too few mosquitoes in the mountains!”

Mo Li held back her smile while listening to Master Meng’s complaints.

There are many wild mosquitoes in the mountains, but they may not necessarily suck blood.

Meng Qi wandered around the mountains twice last night. As a result, only a part of the mosquitoes led by spiritual energy pounced over and bite people. Other mosquitoes were more interested in their similar species. They were buzzing among the grass, flying in black.

The situation seemed terrible, but the actual damage caused did not increase much.

——It feels like I’m bringing mosquitoes to recognize relatives and make friends.

The Taijing Dragon Vein is extremely depressed, and the Dragon Head Association gang members over there have been scolding them.

Why are there so many mosquitoes? Did all the wild mosquitoes in the mountains come to Mingchuan Temple? Is this an abandoned temple or a mosquito's nest? Think about it carefully, it seems almost the same. If a group of monks are confused when chanting scriptures, it sounds like a buzzing sound.

Du Biaotou's identity was exposed because the hidden weapon containing a pear blossom needle was exposed, and he was still very good. He not only was he bitten by mosquitoes this night, but also had to withstand the scrutiny of Mr. Cai and the leader of Changxin's gang.

The escort agency can do black and white business, and the escort aisle can also contact wealthy merchants and official figures. If you want to inquire about the news for a long time, this is a very ideal identity. Mo Li is not surprised that the secret members of the Jinyiwei use this business as a cover-up. He is more puzzled that the twelve associations of the Yuzhou gangs have joined forces to deal with the Holy Lotus Hall, so why is the Qi Dynasty government still indifferent? Did Du Pao Head report the Holy Lotus Hall at all?

With this doubt, Moli Yiyi took the initiative to go to the nearby county town.

With the incident of accusation before, and Mr. Cai mobilized his men and horses without shy away from others, the small county town was already in a panic, and even the vendors selling cakes and wontons on the street knew that something was going to happen. They did not dare to spread the stalls, but just carried the load and walked back and forth. They looked around and seemed to be ready to run whenever there was a turbulence.

When Meng Qi passed by a man carrying wonton loads, the other party looked at him nervously.

Someone looks very confusing, and the stall owner's tense arms slowly relaxed. Before the person could come to his senses from the surprise and confusion of seeing this face, the corner of his mouth subconsciously showed a pleasant smile of attracting business.

"I've bought wontons and the best soup this morning. Will the guest get a bowl of them?"

The stall owner opened the crack of the soup pot on the end of the load, and immediately the smell of bone soup floated out.

The soup at this wonton stall is full of old juice. Usually, two large bones are put in every day, and then yesterday's bones are taken away and discarded. After years of boiling, even if you only scooped up the soup on the top when you go out every day, and add a lot of white water when you make food, the delicious taste will stop between your lips and teeth for a long time.

Mo Li paused.

Meng Qi had such a strong ear, but he understood what was happening just by changing his foot sound.

He turned around and asked the stall owner with a smile. The stall owner wanted to do business, and he replied so frankly, especially when he spoke good official language, which was completely different from the dialect of the voice, which made people feel very comfortable.

Meng Qi looked at the dishes and chopsticks taken out by the stall owner. Although they were coarse porcelain, they washed them very cleanly. So he nodded and took out a handful of copper plates and ordered two bowls of wontons.

After the wrapping, the wontons with flour were soaked in the soup pot by spoons. The stall owner used iron tongs to fiddle with the carbon in the stove twice, and the sparks immediately jumped up, and soon the soup pot started to roll, with a stronger fragrance.

When the wontons were out of the pot and the stall owner wanted to greet Meng Qi and the others to put the bowl on a bluestone on the side of the road, the bowl with hot soup was taken over by Meng Qi as if nothing had happened and handed it to Mo Li without realizing it.

The stall owner was stunned. Looking at the two people who looked like princesses, they didn't believe that the fingers that were not called calluses could touch the bowl's body directly.

Mo Li lowered her head and saw the wontons as thin as cicada wings floating in the bowl. A small handful of bean skins cut into thin strips were added to the soup, and a few chopped green onions, and the rising heat pounced on his face.

Meng Qi brushed the bluestone with his sleeve and sat down with a bowl.

In the narrow alley, the two sat side by side, holding a bowl of steaming wontons in their hands.

Until I finished eating, the spoon and the porcelain bowl did not bump once.

There was no one in the alley, but you could faintly hear the noise on the streets outside, as if someone was shouting, and as if the yamen runners were cleaning the road.

"What does it smell?" Someone looked around at the entrance of the alley, because it was very dark inside and couldn't see anything clearly.

The wonton stall owner quickly cleaned up the guys, and he couldn't afford to offend either the government or the local gang.

"Ha, it must be Lao Lu's wonton stall! Let's go and have a bowl! The brothers are all hungry in the morning!"

A rough voice rang out, and the wonton stall owner turned pale and took on the burden and wanted to run away.

However, the burden was heavy and the alley was narrow, so it was basically impossible for him to avoid being caught up faster than the person behind him.

The ground was uneven, and the stall owner was panicking and walked with deep and shallow feet, sweating constantly on his forehead. Suddenly, he seemed to be stepping on an empty foot, subconsciously shouting out, but his arm was not dared to stretch out and he had to hold on to the load tightly. He could not let the charcoal and soup pot turn over together, and then something big would happen!

As a result, my body was not tilted, but it was more like I was flying in the clouds and my kicking feet were one foot away from the ground.

The wonton stall owner was scared and sweated coldly. Before he could come back to his senses, he stood back on the ground and stepped on it.

“…”

He turned around suddenly and suddenly realized that this was no longer the alley just now.

In the small town, there are narrow alleys and you can get rid of the people you follow by just a few more turns.

The stall owner didn't understand how he came here. He felt his feet weak for no reason, especially since there were no people nearby. It was just dawn and he said it was possible to hit ghosts. But there were only ghosts who hit walls. I have never heard of ghosts leading the way?

Finally, his eyes fell on the laundry slab in front of a house in the alley.

There were two thick porcelain bowls on the stone slab, and the soup was drunk very clean. Two spoons were placed in their respective bowls, and the handles of the spoon were intertwined intimately.

"Cheer? Young Master?"

The owner of the wonton stall screamed twice in fear, but he could not find the figures of the two before.

When he put down the load and picked up the thick porcelain bowl on the bluestone, he suddenly saw a piece of silver pressing under the bowl.

At this moment, I had already used my light skills to climb over the eaves of several alleys and came to Meng Qi on the roof of an inn. He suddenly reached out to Mo Li's sleeve and groped for a few times.

Mo Li was stunned at first, then slowly relaxed and let Meng Qi look around.

——The weapon he used was a front-facing sword, and even if a child held it in his hand, he would not cut his palm.

Meng Qi finished touching the left and right, and finally found the wallet successfully, then opened the wallet and counted it.

"...You want to rob again?" Mo Li blurted out.

The ancients knew the meaning of elegance when they heard the string songs, but they were better. When they saw counting money, they guessed the fat mouse.

Meng Qi stuffed his purse back and turned to laugh and said, "Since you know there are people from the Jinyiwei here, how can you miss it?"

Mo Li didn't say anything.

He was the one who gave the wonton stall owner the silver just now, and Meng Qi didn’t have that much money.

In other words, even if there is one, it will be gone. Piaoping Pavilion threw out a pile of fire and medicine. As a result, Meng Qi's whole body was still there except for a sword, and he couldn't even take out the clothes. Now the clothes were replaced later.

Meng Qi had a habit of carrying fifty copper plates for every piece of clothing.

Mo Li did not stop him, but instead felt that Meng Qi had planned for the future. After all, he lost his luggage or suddenly became crazy and he couldn't hold him back. At least he still had money on him.

Opposite this inn is a big mansion.

The house belongs to a certain helm leader of the Longtou Association, and the heads of the 12th Association of the Four Gangs are also waiting for news here. However, the matter of eliminating the branch of the Holy Lotus Hall is not over, and an inexplicable evil star is coming in a blink of an eye. All the people in Bayuntang were deposed, and the leader of Changxin and Du Biaotou were arrested, which made these gangsters unable to sit still.

They said they would not stay, and they were now making a fuss to leave.

Mr. Cai will never come back, and the other people in the Longtou will not be able to suppress these guys who are used to being accustomed to it.

In just one night, the four gangs and twelve meetings were divided into several groups to confront each other. Each company had its own ideas, and it was impossible to reach an agreement for a while.

Because they are all making a living on the ground in Yuzhou, for the sake of interests, there must be some grudges about fighting and killing. Originally, Mr. Cai was suppressed and had common interests as a guarantee, so this group of people could still sit together. Now, let’s go to his. If you have trouble, you should break up.

It's almost a fight.

Even so, the government in the small town became nervous and hurriedly transferred the yamen runners to patrol the streets.

The constable, the minor official and others also hurriedly found a way to find out what was going on. As a result, whether it was the gangster who nodded and bowed to them on weekdays, or the bandits who claimed that they were rich and had swords in their hands, they all said with a puzzled face that this was the head of the 12th Association of the Four Gangs of Yuzhou, and that the ants could not interfere with the fight between mountain leopards.

The people in the yamen were full of anger and scolded the people from the Jianghu who gathered in the small town.

The movements in the mansion opposite were the constable who was guarding the inn to inquire about news and cursing people, and the confrontation of Jianghu gangs on the streets were clearly confronting each other...

Meng Qi took all this and thought it was such a big show. He really should buy a bun of melon seeds and peanuts to watch the fun with Dr. Mo.

"There are some towns in Jiangnan. They are built on the river bank and they are on the boat when they go out. The boat is very small, and there is not even a tent to shelter the rain. They only allow two people to sit and have to fuck themselves. When they are on the theater, they just row the boat and walk slowly along the river. The stage here sings the Linchong Fengxue Mountain Temple. On the stage, you can hear Wu Song fighting the tiger again. The river is bend and it is true and fake. Li Kui... Everyone knows this drama that can be summed up in one place. It's really interesting."

Mo Li may not know what these plays looked like in the past. After walking around Taijing Washe for three days, all the opera troupes from all over the country have seen them all.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but wake Meng Qi up and said, "You just like to watch people rolling on the stage, with gongs and drums and swords and weapons coming together. The river stage you are talking about, if a family sings Zhaojun out of the frontier, and a family sings hard to guard the cold kiln for eighteen years, and you will never finish your sadness. The oars in your hand can bring the boat to the tail of the town in one go, and then we won't go back."

I can also enjoy the night show of black boats in a small town in Jiangnan, so I can only listen to the cicadas and frogs.

Meng Qi's smile was frozen on his lips. He wanted to refute it, but found that Mo Li was saying it very reasonably.

——Why did the doctor understand his thoughts and preferences?

Then I thought, did the doctor put all his thoughts into his own? Maybe it wasn't obvious on the surface.

It turns out that the doctor has spent more than just bitter medicine soup, but also these.

Meng Qi was happy, and with these days, he was very close to Mo Li, so he couldn't hold back his claws and stretched out his arms to hold the person in his arms.

Mo Li: "…"

If this weren’t for the profound martial arts skills and clear body without sweating, what would it be like to hold the two of them together in this weather?
Chapter completed!