The lights outside the house are brightly lit, and the room is so depressed that people dare not breathe.

Manager Sun was as heavy as water. He walked around the flower hall with his hands behind his back, and from time to time he looked up at the copper in the corner of the wall to see that it was even more leaky.

A man in black stepped into the threshold. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Manager Sun's expression. He just tightened his skin and looked like he was drooping his shoulders and bowing his back, looking frustrated and afraid...

"It's going to be dawn."

Manager Sun's voice was very soft, similar to a mosquito, but the man in black shook suddenly.

At the same time, six other people were trembling in the shadows in the house.

They came before, all covered their heads and faces, wearing black night clothes, and now they all shrank their necks like a group of black quails.

"Who boasted in front of me? It was said that the people in Fengxing Pavilion are just wrecked dogs and they can be caught back in less than an hour?" Manager Sun continued to pace, not knowing how he walked. The soft soles of the shoe could make a harsh sound of gold and stone impact on the smooth blue bricks.

Quails look at their noses and their mouths and hearts.

No one dared to complain, even though they felt that they were wronged.

The Laushima formation was so that people would almost lose their hair. They practiced day and night. Usually, they closed the door and stepped on their left and right in the courtyard. When the night was dark and windy, they took their brothers to climb the wall and go to the eaves to practice on the ground. They could not be discovered by the people from Fengxing Pavilion.

If it weren't for the time when Ganquan Tang was not built, Runxian would have been the territory of Piaoping Pavilion, and it wouldn't be so easy to fool those guys.

"The person ran away, and someone was also probing the bottom of the warehouse in the business... I made a military order on the Lord. This is the errand work you did for me? It seems that you think I am old and feel dissatisfied when I see that I occupy this position. I want to send me to Huangquan Road to drink Mengpo soup early?"

Manager Sun's tone was gloomy, and everyone suddenly had a cold war. One of them was pushed out. Nuonuo said: "The commander calmed down. The city was surrounded by water. In addition to the officers and soldiers, we also had our internal contacts in various businesses, and were working hard to investigate the fish that had leaked the net in Fengxing Pavilion. There were more than 20 people, and the woodshed and ordinary houses could not hide at all. News about them would be sent soon..."

Before he could finish his words, a man in black rushed in.

"Reported, there is a discovery in Dongcheng."

The black quails took a breath and before they could show a relaxed look, the next sentence from the informant pushed them into the cold water.

"There are marks left by the grappling hooks and ropes under the city wall. Following the marks, you have found footprints outside the city... The people from Fengxing Pavilion escaped."

"Bang."

Manager Sun slapped the porcelain bottle on the short table with one palm.

His eyes were inflamed, and he wanted to tear the useless subordinates in front of him.

"Commander, let's set off immediately, we must get people-"

"return!"

Manager Sun shouted angrily, and the shadows cast by the candlelight made his expression particularly hideous, and then he squeezed out a syllable from his teeth.

"withdraw."

***

The swordsman watched the people from Fengxing Pavilion climb over the city wall one by one, and found that Mo Li and Meng Qi had no intention of going past it.

"Don't you leave?" the swordsman asked.

"This is very interesting. How do you meet your master when you leave?" Meng Qi stroked his chin and expose the swordsman with interest. "Didn't you make up your mind to rely on me and the doctor? If we don't stay, you will also find a way to keep us in the city. For example, you know which inn the person who gave you A Furong stays in, what accent, and what kind of clothes you wear... Of course, you are not telling lies, but I don't need it."

The swordsman frowned and had a vague premonition.

"What does this mean?"

"The clues you know are all fake, you have never been trusted by your benefactor."

The swordsman clenched his fists and said nothing.

Mo Li subconsciously was alert because the swordsman seemed to be about to hit someone.

As a result, the swordsman held back his anger, but his expression did not close. It seemed that he had suffered a huge grievance.

——If there is no scar on this person's face, the look of enduring humiliation and the corners of his lips slightly, this grievance can break through the sky and make those who hear it sad and see it cry.

Now that it is affected by scars, its power is greatly reduced, and it looks like a bandit who can't grab money.

Mo Li: "…"

Meng Qi: "..."

A hat and a mask are still necessary.

Some people have lost their masks, just like warriors have lost their armor and turtles have lost their shells.

"Master Meng, sow discord, is useless to me." The swordsman couldn't see his expression, and he said viciously, "Even if the master concealed some things from me, I have never asked him. This is not a deception."

"Then what are you anxious about?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

The swordsman said nothing.

Meng Qi casually calculated to the swordsman: "Let me guess, what you care about is nothing more than martial arts and yourself. If you want to go to a higher level and pursue a higher level of martial arts, you must first live... You have not taken A Furong, the doctor has treated you, and you have not been poisoned. Your master uses kindness to drive you, save you from prison, give you martial arts, and make you look like you are now. What you are concerned about is nothing more than martial arts and the initial rescue."

Are there any hidden flaws in the exercises?

Will rescue also be a scheming?

The swordsman's face turned blue and white, and he said coldly: "If a person lives in the world, if he has no value to be exploited, how can anyone rescue him when he is in trouble?"

Mo Li frowned when she heard this. This sentence eliminated the person who was truly willing to do good deeds. He knew that the swordsman had a bumpy life and had extreme ideas. It was reasonable to have such a statement. However, Mo Li was still dissatisfied at this moment and couldn't help but refute: "This is a bad statement. Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs to save the tribe from famine and disease. In the chaotic times of the Han Dynasty, corpses were everywhere and plagues were prevalent, and the people were in danger of protection. Mr. Zhang wrote a medical theory to save the world. How could it be for fame and fortune?"

The swordsman had never read a book, and Shennong knew that he was a little confused after the latter.

But at this time, I cannot admit that I am ignorant of my ignorance. The swordsman can only argue with his teeth: "In ancient times, there were sages, but now people are more selfish. It is a joke to use people who have been talking about things that long ago."

Meng Qi was not happy now.

Want to overthrow the fourteen heroes of the founding of the Chu Dynasty in one fell swoop?

Although Emperor Yuan of Chu is not a person, some old friends, Meng Qi, still admires them sincerely.

"Zhu Yan, the Marquis of Leyang, was a famous scholar in the world, and had a wealth of wealth. He was a sage who could be called a sage in the future. Yin Qingheng, Duke of Wei, was the top of the list of gold at the age of 17. He abandoned his official position in the weak and traveled thousands of miles to join the wise ruler. He saved tens of thousands of displaced people along the way and used a strategy to win the three counties of Maochuan, Xunyang, Nanyang, and Xunyang. If they were fame and fortune, they could keep themselves alone, live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and wait for peace in the world to enter the court to seek official positions. With their reputation, the kings must be respectful, so why bother to enter the chaos?"

The swordsman was stunned and thought to himself that he was just an ordinary person. Meng Qi said that he was the man and the marquis. Are you looking for trouble?

"You think you are a martial arts world and don't want to have anything to do with the government. So what about the world's number one master, Divine Doctor Qin, thirty years ago?" Meng Qi immediately stepped forward to add Mr. Qin's name to Mo Li, and asked the swordsman, "Divine Doctor Xuanhu has been in the world for decades and has never been defeated in his life. He does not become the leader of the martial arts world, nor does he order everyone, does not seek fame or profit, does not compete for the secret martial arts of the martial arts master, and has only saved countless people. Could it be that the Hanghuo can achieve the martial arts of a master?"

Swordsman: "…"

He just wanted to find a reason for himself. The Lord only met him occasionally, and saw that he was talented and well-known, so he took action to save him.

But with the identity of the Lord, how could he know what kind of bones a child who was covered in wounds and was locked up in the dark?

The swordsman only wants to believe it, it is a coincidence.

Pressing down the complicated emotions in his heart, the swordsman looked up and found that there was no one in front of him.

Meng Qi pulled the Mo Li away.

"Why should doctors worry about stubborn people?" Meng Qi deliberately said to the swordsman who was chasing him behind.

Mo Li thought that this was a patient and he still had to be treated. Besides, he had to find clues about his dragon vein companion from the other party.

Meng Qi gestured with his eyes: Don't worry, I can't lose it.

The swordsman is a donkey. He will be moved back and forth if he can't walk. He will come over with a few words of excitement.

——Please be more aggressive than to be the one who is worse than to be excited. Wait until he is working hard.

Meng Qi was proud, as if holding a chicken in his hand and swaying across the market.

Mo Li turned her head silently.

For example, the way of a gentleman is like that, let’s forget it when you are with Meng Qi. For example, Mo Li has to temporarily give up his conscience and see the swordsman deliver it to him.

"I just went to the Sun Family Trading Company. The people who were previously controlled by your acupoints were gone. Now the people from Fengxing Pavilion are escaping and escaping them from all sides. I guess they have noticed something is wrong." Mo Li looked into the distance, and there were figures on the roof intertwined, and rushed through the corners of the alley. Piaoping Pavilion was still searching in the city.

Just find the leader of one of the teams and follow that person to catch up with the lair?

"It doesn't matter, I'm 80% sure where the Sun family hides."

Meng Qi smiled at the street houses in the distance and smiled: "All formations have array eyes. This formation seems exquisite, but the eaves of the houses are easily blocked by the sight, so there must be no mistakes in one place. They need to keep the basic formation without any changes in the slightest movements, so they can maintain the basic formation and see the four directions."

Mo Li knew it and asked, "How many places are there in this array eye?"

Meng Qi smiled: "There are three places in total. I have seen them before. There are no people in two of them, but one is brightly lit."

"Go away without further ado."

The two of them used their light skills at the same time, and the afterimage left in the night color seemed like floating smoke.

The swordsman gritted his teeth and chased him tightly, but he was finally not dumped.

After a moment, the three of them climbed up to an eaves.

The courtyard was empty, and the hanging lanterns were shaking, casting interlaced shadows.

Meng Qi picked up a stone and threw it into the courtyard.

"Pu"

There was no result in the casting of a rock and asking for directions. There were neither hidden weapons nor groups of black-clothed killers.

Meng Qi turned his head suddenly and leaped onto the two-story roof of a restaurant.

In the dark night, the shadows that kept traveling gradually decreased, like withered camellias, disappearing layer by layer.

"Run."
To be continued...