Chapter 484 Mengchang

The next day, the spring rain continued and the sun was covered by dark clouds.

It's just morning tea time, but it seems to have entered dusk.

This kind of weather is not suitable for going out. Qin Yan and others, who originally planned to continue to inquire about the news, stayed in the inn honestly.

There are still some good men hanging out on the street.

The heroes disdain to hold umbrellas, allowing raindrops to fall and soak them all over.

In such a weather, a beautifully decorated luxury carriage came from the east, inevitably splashing water and moistening the trouser legs of a good man wandering on the street.

"FUCK YOU!" Someone cursed. Although the legs of the trousers have been wet for a long time, it is completely different to be wet voluntarily and splashed by the wheels.

But the good man quickly shut up knowingly. Because he saw the four men in yellow behind the carriage.

These four men in yellow have amazingly similar figures, and even their walking pace is neat and proportioned. Although the rain has drenched them like drowned, the four people's waists are still straight and their eyes are still flat.

Even the entourage has such a momentum. Even if the people in the carriage are said to be emperors, no one can believe it.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Qifeng Pavilion, and a red-faced man had been waiting here for a long time.

If Qin Yan is here, he can recognize that this red-faced man is the culprit who caused seven or eight lives yesterday and the holder of the "Netherworld" and the Jiangyang thief Yu Hongfeng.

Yesterday's Yu Hongfeng was arrogant and invincible, but today he is full of smiles, like a grandson.

The door slowly opened, and a young man in a Confucian shirt came down from the car.

Yu Hongfeng opened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, quickly greeted it, bent down and said, "It's all packed up, please, son."

He bent like a bow, and the paper umbrella in his hand was still straight without even shaking.

People watching the bustle not far away widened their eyes, and their eyes were full of incredible colors.

People all know Yu Hongfeng, who is the most difficult old man to serve in Qifeng Pavilion.

There was a sound of discussion, and there was no lack of ridicule of Yu Hongfeng. Yu Hongfeng listened in his ears, but his face did not change. It seems that even if he is said to be the grandson of this prince, he is happy.

The arrival of little Mengfan made a lot of noise in the town. Some people who had already retreated have once again strengthened their determination. Even if you can't get the treasure, it's good to see it from a distance. Mr. Meng is famous for his righteousness and wealth. If he is happy after getting the treasure and scatters some money at will, it will be enough for ordinary people to live for more than ten years.

On this day, the servant in blue shuttled through the town in the rain and sent an invitation to a famous figure.

Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan, who were playing cards in the inn, each received a post.

This is an invitation post of a banquet. The initiator is Mr. Mengchang Xiang, who is located in the gambling den at noon today. In addition to these, there are eight words on the big red invitation: "I'm looking forward to your visit." As for why the treat is not mentioned, the theme of the treat is not mentioned. But no one will pursue this. Isn't it normal for Xiao Meng to come and treat everyone to a face and treat him to a meal?

Qin Yan received the invitation and immediately decided to start. Yu Hanyan accompanied him.

Gong Yunxiu watched them disappear in the rain with an umbrella. He hated it so much that he couldn't help stamping his heels out.

There are still Bai Lang, Lu Xiaoxiang and Xiaozhu left in the inn, and even the number of people playing cards is not enough.

Xiaozhu also said goodbye at this time: "I have to go home to feed the monkeys and go first."

Lu Xiaoxiang hurriedly said, "Let's go together!" Anyway, it's boring here.

Xiaozhu hesitated and nodded. She wanted to leave, but for the sake of Xiaoxiang, she decided to help them. She hasn't met a friend like Xiaoxiang for a long time.

Now only Bailang is left alone in the inn. He put away the ninth card and wanted to go back to his room to practice his sword. At the moment when the door was closed, there seemed to be a hot wind slowly blowing on his side. His heart suddenly jumped, suddenly dropped nine boxes of cards in his arms, and raised his hand to draw the sword behind his back.

It was not pulled. His right hand was held down by another hard iron hand, and his accumulated strength suddenly disappeared.

"Wra!" Nine cards fell all over the ground.

The white wave was heavy, and he rushed forward. He finally broke away from the ghostly palm behind him and suddenly looked back, but there was no one.

His heart sank: Is it really a ghost?

Just as he hesitated and surprised, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him: "Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

"Sking--" The white wave hurriedly turned around, and the sword came out of its sheath and drew a wonderful arc, pointing to the heart of the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

The man was wrapped in a black robe and didn't care about the sharpness against his chest. He gently tapped the edge of the bed with his right hand and said, "Sit down!" It sounds like he is the owner of this room.

Bai Lang stared at him for a long time before slowly taking the sword back into its sheath. He understood that with the ghostly body of the other party, it would not take so much time to kill himself.

"Who are you?"

"I think you should have heard of me..." The man didn't sell anything. He raised his hand and lifted his hood and showed a young face.

The face is gloomy, the eyes are cold, and the smile is evil.

The white wave's eyes tightened and shouted: "Song--"

He was about to call out the taboo name. The man in black raised his hand and pointed, and an invisible sword spirit touched him. His chest was stuffy, his throat trembled, and the last two words were blocked, only making meaningless hoarse calls.

Ge Xinglie looked at him and smiled, "I don't want people to know that I've been here. Do you understand?"

Bai Lang covered his chest and coughed a few times, raised his head and said coldly, "What are you looking for me for?"

Ge Xinglie said leisurely, "When I chatted with Miss Lin today, I heard her say that there was a star-shaped birthmark on the back of your neck, so I came to have a look. She was really right."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Of course it matters." Ge Xinglie stood up, picked up a bowl of water from the table, and walked to Bai Lang. "I have a younger brother who has been separated since childhood, and there is such a birthmark on the back of his neck. As for your relationship with him, we will soon know."

The two eyes stared nervously, and the two drops of blood blended together intimately.

Looking at this process, the smile on the corners of his lips became more and more prosperous, and finally he couldn't help laughing unscrupulously.

"Fat!" The porcelain bowl was dropped and the fragments splashed.

Bai Lang's heart is full of mixed feelings, and he is more overwhelmed.

He never thought he would have a brother, so powerful, but now he is the enemy.

Ge Xinglie recovered from laughing and looked at him and said, "Can't you accept it for a while? It doesn't matter. I will give you enough time to think about..."