Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 292 Xiao Yuankong

At nightfall, on Mount Qingcheng, the houses where Qing Liantian's disciples lived were tidied up and lit up in the rain. The officers and soldiers gathered together, led by the sergeant, and ate hot pot at a table with several people.

Noisy.

They were not the private army of the King of Shu, but the garrison troops of Shu. Originally, they were led by the Governor-General of Shu. However, now that Zhao Wumian wanted them, Luo Chaoyan naturally gave them to them and specially transferred several thousand people to garrison Qingcheng Mountain.

It is obviously against the rules to casually assign soldiers to Zhao Wumian. A few thousand today, tens of thousands tomorrow. In a few years, Zhao Wumian will probably have to add another title, 'Generalissimo, Governor of Military Affairs, Commander-in-Chief'.

No matter how much she doted on Zhao Wumian, this was impossible, otherwise it would be difficult to convince the people. Therefore, these several thousand garrison troops were only there to help hold the fort in the name of protecting the empress dowager. When Luo Chaoyan's private army arrived, they would withdraw.

But it was impossible for Zhao Wumian to treat them badly. He treated the soldiers to a hotpot meal. After all, they came to help... Anyway, all the money Zhao Wumian had was obtained from Luo Chaoyan.

After spending all this money, you can still get money from Miss Su, the Sword Master of the Sword Sect, the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace... Oh yes, and now there is also the Queen Mother.

Shen Lian and others began to pack their luggage and carriage in preparation for returning to Beijing.

Mu Lier held an oil-paper umbrella, her toes tapping lightly over the treetops, her dress fluttering like the Lady of the Nine Heavens. In a few breaths, she flew from the top of the mountain to the wooden house in the belly of the mountain.

They live on an independent peak, quiet and elegant, without being disturbed by anyone.

Mu Lier pushed the door open and walked in.

The Empress Dowager was still wearing a green dress, with her long hair tied up with a hairband and hanging in front of her shoulders, looking like a married woman. She was in a daze, but her eyes were moving, with a hint of shyness.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her skirt and thin pants rolled up, revealing a small section of her smooth, white calves. She put her feet in the basin and was washing them.

There were a few petals sprinkled in the basin, and a few freshly picked peonies on the bedside. On the table were the finished hot pot and bowls and chopsticks. The extremely hot chili oil in the hot pot soup was visible, and the house was filled with the fragrance of flowers and hot pot.

Mu Lier's nose twitched slightly, but she didn't notice anything unusual. She closed the door, raised her hand to unzip her boots and white socks, sat beside the empress dowager, stretched out her feet, soaked her feet with her, and asked, "Where's Wumian?"

She didn't bother Zhao Wumian for no reason. She had been practicing martial arts all day and thinking about how to connect the bridge between heaven and earth. She didn't see Zhao Wumian from beginning to end.

The empress dowager came to her senses, bent her waist, immersed her hands in the water, and kneaded her extremely sore feet. She was still a little annoyed in her heart. Zhao Wumian had no pity on her at all. Not only did he grab her ankles with one hand and squeeze them repeatedly, he also untied his belt, pulled off his bellyband, and squeezed them.

The Queen Mother must be unhappy in her heart... She is not the first in her heart, but she still wants to take advantage of her? She is not so easy to deal with, but she can't beat Zhao Wumian... She can only be angry silently.

Hearing this, she said expressionlessly, "She went down the mountain to look for that witch Xiao Yuanmu... You too, how come you don't care at all about Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu hanging out together? Aren't you afraid that he will be kidnapped and taken to Jiangnan?"

"If he goes to Jiangnan, I will go and take care of him. His affairs with Xiao Yuanmu are too complicated. It is impossible for him to turn his knife against the court after he goes to Jiangnan..."

"No matter what, he is still your disciple. The Mu family has close ties with the imperial court. They are a Yanyun family. The Sword Sect, not to mention, made great efforts in Yanyun to expel the Rong people sixty years ago. The plaque of the Sword Champion is still on display in the Sword Sect... If your disciple really has an affair with the Taixuan Palace witch, and the evidence is solid, the Mu family and the Sword Sect may not be able to settle it peacefully... You should be more careful."

"I know, I know..." Mu Lier wanted to say that this was nothing. She and Zhao Wumian had done even more ridiculous and disgraceful things. If it were to be exposed, it would be obvious that the Mu family and the Sword Sect cared more about the century-old scandal of 'master-disciple love'.

But she obviously couldn't say that, so she changed the subject and glanced at the slight swelling around the empress dowager's lips, "Why is your mouth swollen?"

"Eat spicy hotpot."

Whether it is peony or hot pot, they are both tools used by the Queen Mother to cover up the odor and the redness and swelling of the corners of her lips.

"I haven't seen you like spicy food so much normally?"

"Once we leave Shu, where can we eat this authentic hot pot?"

Mu Lier had no doubts. No matter how perceptive and suspicious she was, she could never have imagined that Zhao Wumian was so bold as to climb onto the Queen Mother's bed. She asked curiously, "I haven't seen you go down the mountain to play these days... Are you worried about something?"

The empress dowager's only concern was her relationship with Zhao Wumian. Now that they were sleeping with their feet together, holding each other's hands and loving each other, she had nothing else to worry about. Her biggest worry at the moment was her sore feet and pain in her breasts.

Mu Lier thought that it was Xiao Yuanmu who made the Queen Mother feel a sense of crisis, and comforted her, "I will definitely stand on your side, but you should not keep talking about it. Wumian is caught between the court and Taixuan Palace, and he must want the two sides to get along in harmony... If you keep bringing this up, it will only add to his pressure."

The Queen Mother didn't like what she heard, and thought to herself, "I'm his lover. Am I the only one who can put himself in his shoes and care about him? Can't I?"

No matter how good your relationship with him is, it is only a master-disciple relationship. Although once a teacher, always a father, it is obvious that my relationship with him is closer.

She couldn't help but sit up straighter and glanced at Mu Li'er. "How can I be a sarcastic and foolish woman? Xiang Ge and the Marquis are just one step away from getting married. According to seniority, he has to call me aunt. Although you two are master and disciple, you can't share everything. After all, there are differences between men and women. I..."

Before the Queen Mother finished speaking, Mu Lier felt a little unhappy in her heart, thinking to herself, what's the difference between men and women? We have been a pair of flowers together and have been sleeping in the same bed for such a long time. Aren't we closer to you than to me, your so-called aunt?

She interrupted the Queen Mother and smiled faintly, "Apart from anything else, my relationship with the court is naturally not as close as the Queen Mother's... So at least in the matter of Xiao Yuanmu, he will definitely discuss everything with me as his master."

The Queen Mother's eyes twitched, "I believe in the Marquis. There is nothing to discuss about this matter. He will never do anything that is detrimental to the court... But now he is the Marquis of Weiming, and he will have a long time in the capital. How can you, an unmarried woman, stay with your apprentice all the time? How can this be decent? There will always be a time when he will return to his hometown in Yanyun... By then, the Marquis will still need the care of this aunt of mine?"

Mu Lier's beautiful eyes widened a little, and she became a little anxious. "With my martial arts skills, it wouldn't be difficult for me to get a job in the capital. A teacher teaches and answers questions, and you are not his biological aunt. If you get so close to him, you might get gossiped about by the people in the market."

"I have nothing to do with him. As long as he doesn't do anything against etiquette outside, no matter how much he talks about me, it's just gossip and it won't harm my reputation."

The two sisters soaked their feet together, in harmony and affection, but also at odds with each other...

The two people in the house were secretly competing with each other, arguing with each other non-stop, while in Dujiang Town at the foot of the mountain, outside an old wine shop on the street, someone set up a stage to perform an opera.

There is a flag on the back, and one of them is wearing a theatrical costume and holding a big sword.

A man with a sword on his waist walked sideways, singing in the Shu opera style: "Yang She Cong Yun! Today, I will take your plaque of the sword champion!"

After just a few days, a new play called "Weiming Hou Conquers Wu Kui with a Knife" appeared on the stage.

Xiao Yuanmu sat in the tavern, waving a round fan in one hand and holding a wine glass in the other. It was a rare sight that she was not watching the show. Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu, who had followed her down the mountain, were wearing straw hats and veils, dressed like female knights in the martial arts world, cracking melon seeds and listening to the show attentively.

The two women were not interested in the play, but were interested in Zhao Wumian's affairs.

Zi Yi has been studying the dancing red flower on the mountain and has not come down to relax with them.

When seeing something exciting, Luo Xiangzhu put down the melon seeds and clapped his hands. If he could speak, he would probably cheer a few times.

Although Su Qingqi is a serious female hero in the martial arts world, she is not as excited as Luo Xiangzhu. Her every move does not seem like a veteran in the martial arts world. The charm that she inadvertently reveals is the gracefulness of a lady from an aristocratic family.

The owner of the wine shop was a middle-aged woman. She served the three women some snacks and was about to leave when Xiao Yuanmu called her, "During the Hongtian period, I heard that there was a vagrant in this town who was holding a baby girl?"

The middle-aged woman took a look at Xiao Yuanmu. Seeing her childish face, she was not on guard at all and asked curiously, "Yes, yes...how did you know, little girl?"

"I just hear my elders mention it occasionally." Xiao Yuanmu didn't pay attention to the details of the name "little girl".

The middle-aged woman smiled, her expression a bit nostalgic, "I also heard about it from my mother... That was more than fifty years ago. At that time, my mother was only in her twenties and ran this ancestral tavern. She was also one of the most beautiful women in town. People came to propose marriage to her, and the door was broken... But she waited until she was in her forties to get married."

More than fifty years ago, that is, in the early years of Hongtian, Dali had just been established... At that time, Xiao Lingyun took Jiuer and hid in Qingcheng in Shu.

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows slightly, "To wait for that wanderer?"

The middle-aged woman nodded slightly, "But when my mother got married, that wanderer had disappeared for many days..."

"Where's your mother?"

"He was buried two years ago..."

Xiao Yuanmu was silent for a few seconds and sighed softly. Talking about the past of Xiao Lingyun's generation in this old place, it seemed as if it were right in front of him, vividly... But that was more than 50 years ago.

Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu stopped talking, the middle-aged woman shook her head gently and turned to entertain other guests.

At this time, a figure holding an umbrella came to the front of the tavern, looked up at the wine banner in front of the door, stood there, stunned for a moment.

Su Qingqi and Luo Xiangzhu noticed this man and looked at him sideways. He was wearing a green shirt and holding a sword and two knives... The two women were delighted and were about to call him, but there was no need to reveal Zhao Wumian's identity in public, so they waved at him slightly.

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze, thinking that this must be the wine shop where Xiao Lingyun always bought wine. He opened the wine curtain and sat down at the table of the three women. "Tomorrow I will set off to send the Queen Mother back to Beijing... What are your plans?"

Xiao Yuanmu waved his round fan, "If you want me to return to the capital... aren't you afraid that I will kill your old lover on the throne?"

"What old lover? Nothing has happened between her and me yet..."

"Come on, come on, don't explain your nonsense to me..." Xiao Yuanmu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, replied impatiently, and then said:

"It has only been seven or eight days since you became the Sword Master. It's still a short time, and Madam Canghua hasn't replied yet... Although I don't know where Mo Jingxue hid the Glazed Lamp, if Madam Canghua wants to steal it, it will take her a long time to get there, and she can't fly. If you want to go back to Beijing, go ahead. There's no need to wait here. She will contact you if she has a letter."

"Then how can I contact you? Come back to the capital with me. It would be troublesome if we can't find you by then."

"Can't bear to leave me?" Xiao Yuanmu actually didn't care where she went. Now that Su Qingqi had reached the level of a celestial being, what she needed was diligent martial arts practice to build a solid foundation. She couldn't cross the bridge between heaven and earth for the time being, so it didn't matter where she practiced martial arts, so he asked with a smile.

"I can't bear to leave Miss Su either."

Su Qingqi smiled gently.

Xiao Yuanmu dipped his fingertips in some wine, raised his hand and splashed it on Zhao Wumian's face to express his dissatisfaction, "Rotten peach blossom..."

At this time, there were footsteps outside the tavern. It was Yan Jiu, wearing a detective uniform, holding a carrier pigeon in one hand and a knife in the other. He opened the wine curtain, approached Zhao Wumian and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, there is something going on... It's related to Guan Yunshu."

As he spoke, Yan Jiu handed over the letter delivered by a carrier pigeon… The Detective Bureau monitors the underworld, so it is impossible for them to know everything. However, they must be aware of the fight between Xiao Xitian’s disciples and a gunman outside the bamboo forest. After all, many people saw it at that time.

But the carrier pigeon will not arrive until tonight... Many people know this information. If the carrier pigeon is shot down, just intercept it. There is no need to send a spy to deliver it urgently by galloping 800 miles. It is not military intelligence.

When the drinkers around saw Yan Jiu in his constable uniform, they looked at each other, then turned to look at Zhao Wumian, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

Watching the clouds expand?
Xiao Yuanmu covered the lower half of his face with a round fan, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

She had already seen most of the women that the empress dowager mentioned in the capital. The only one whose identity was still unclear was a 'nun from Xiao Xitian'... Was this nun Guan Yunshu?
Xiao Yuanmu had naturally heard of Guan Yunshu as the top young man in the Jianghu, but he had never seen what she looked like. Zhao Wumian frowned, took the letter and glanced at it, and was startled. He didn't expect that the next time he heard about Guan Yunshu, it would be about her fighting with someone... The fighting point was located at the junction of Shu and Jiangnan, that is, Luzhou and Leshan, about six or seven hundred miles away from Chengdu.

"Who dares to hit her?" Zhao Wumian's tone couldn't help but become a little colder, and he was also confused in his heart. Judging from Yun Shu's current strength, there are few rivals in the world. The only warriors who can beat her are those who are at the unity of heaven and man and the top martial arts masters.

“According to what the martial artists at that time said, Guan Yunshu was shot and flew more than ten feet away, so he must have been at a disadvantage... It is expected that he was a martial arts master who used a gun and came from the southeast..." Yan Jiu whispered.

Zhao Wumian paused, "Spear Master Chen Qiyuan... why did the two of them start fighting?"

No matter how strong Guan Yunshu is, he can't be stronger than Zhao Wumian, and no matter how you think about it, he is no match for Chen Qiyuan...and when their strength reaches that level, it is basically difficult for them to hold back, and it is impossible for Guan Yunshu not to be injured.

"I don't know."

Zhao Wumian was worried and fidgeted. With a gloomy heart, he turned to the girls and said, "I'll go to Luzhou to take a look. If it's really Chen Qiyuan, even if we have some affection for each other in the past, I will definitely give him a good beating..."

Zhao Wumian paused and looked at Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu covered his lips with a round fan, his big cute and childish eyes showed a light smile, "He is here to kill me...Do you want to be a flower protector~"

Xiao Yuanmu used the face of a young girl to say the words of a witch, which was very forbidden and exciting...

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze and ignored the words, but secretly prepared himself in his heart... If Chen Qiyuan was determined to kill Xiao Yuanmu, then he would have to fight with Chen Qiyuan.

He said to Yan Jiu, "Bring my horse here... Oh, and bring that stupid bird Snow Owl too. When the Imperial Master developed the special fragrance that Snow Owl could smell, Guan Yunshu also brought it with him... Whether we can find the nun depends on it."

Yan Jiu's eyes were slightly surprised. "I brought Snow Owl back from Dian Cang Mountain. They also gave me the spices. They were their sect's secrets. The Imperial Master was able to develop something exactly the same... It's amazing."

He hurried off to prepare.

Su Qingqi stepped forward and said, "I will go with you, sir."

"Everyone knows that the Queen Mother is now in Qingcheng Mountain... Miss Su and Master should stay to protect her. It's best to live in the valley. That was Jiu'er's former retreat. Senior Sister Xiangzhu knows the location. Let her take you there. We'll return to the capital after I come back."

Su Qingqi wanted to travel the world with Zhao Wumian, but the Queen Mother's safety was indeed the top priority. With two celestial beings guarding her side, even the best martial artist could fight, so she had no choice but to nod.

At this time, Xiao Yuanmu said, "I will go with you."

Before Zhao Wumian could reply, Su Qingqi raised her eyebrows and said in a tone that was no longer as gentle as that of a young lady from an aristocratic family, "Hey, you always tell me not to get too close to the young master, but why do you want to monopolize him as soon as you find the opportunity..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yuanmu patted Su Qingqi's forehead with his round fan, "Don't be so jealous, what are you talking about? You can't live without Zhao Wumian? If it weren't for Zhao Wumian, do you think I would get along with the Queen Mother?"

Su Qingqi was speechless for a moment. If Xiao Yuanmu and the Queen Mother were really allowed to spend a few days together, she was really afraid that they would have some disputes or conflicts. If Zhao Wumian was not there, no one would be able to stop them.

Zhao Wumian did not dare to leave Xiao Yuanmu and the Queen Mother together. Seeing Yan Jiu bringing the Zhaoye Jade Lion, he immediately opened the wine curtain, jumped onto the horse's belly, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu held Zhao Wumian's hand and sat in front of him, just like a little girl riding a horse under the protection of her father...but Zhao Wumian looked very young and actually looked more like a brother.

Su Qingqi walked out with a worried look in her eyes. Luo Xiangzhu stood beside Su Qingqi. She remembered something, rummaged in her arms, took out a half-torn persimmon cake, stood on tiptoe, and handed it to Zhao Wumian.

I forgot to ask you if you had dinner... Here's a persimmon cake for you to eat on the way.

With Zhao Wumian's appetite, this can only be considered a snack... He took it, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, smiled at her, and then said to the two women: "Let's go back to the mountain quickly. No matter what, I am the sword master now. Chen Qiyuan can't do anything to me."

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian squeezed his horse's belly and pedaled as fast as thunder. Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared at the end of the street.

Pedestrians on both sides quickly moved out of the way, looking stunned.

Snow Owl squinted his eyes, feeling a little sleepy. He forced himself to fly up, following Zhao Wumian closely...

Even though he was anxious, it was not advisable to travel at night. The terrain in Shu was even more rugged than that in Jin, otherwise there would not be a saying that the road to Shu was difficult. Therefore, even if he rode a thousand-mile horse to Luzhou, it would take at least three or four days to get there.

In the northwest of Shu, nearly a thousand miles away, at dusk, a wide official road stretched along the continuous plains to the horizon. For some reason, not many people cultivated the fields on both sides, and large areas of weeds were blown up by the wind, creating green waves.

A merchant caravan from the Western Regions was traveling along the road at a fairly fast pace. The guards around them were riding their horses at full speed, looking around vigilantly. Even though there was a plain around them with no obstructions at all, they did not dare to relax at all.

Judging from the direction, it is heading northwest, probably returning home...back to the Western Regions.

This official road was built at the beginning of the founding of the country and led to the Western Regions. However, as the Western Regions gained independence and gradually broke away from Dali's rule and developed into the 'Valley of Evil', few people set foot on this official road... This is also related to the population distribution of Dali.

This place is located on the south side of Dali Xiliang. It is vast and sparsely populated. It is also close to the Western Regions and is not very stable. People who want to live a peaceful life naturally run to the east as much as possible. Therefore, most of the people active in this area are gangsters who are not afraid of danger, and there are also some extremely vicious bandits.

Dali wanted to take charge, but after all, it lacked manpower. There were too many places it wanted to take charge of. The area was large and there were no key resources. Sending hundreds of people in to wander around for several months might not even catch a few bandits, so it gradually became a semi-lawless place.

As a result, the people there are tough and dead bones can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Few people travel this official road.

Meng Po was sitting alone in the carriage, with her eyes closed and regulating her breathing. In front of her was a flowerpot with a few dancing red flowers planted in it.

Lady Canghua came to cause trouble, which resulted in her being unable to take Fan Muqing and Fan Shunan with her. She could only settle for the next best thing and take a few flowers and a few handfuls of soil back, thinking about going to the Western Regions to find someone to do research on her own.

This was obviously a disastrous defeat for her... She wanted to capture Zhao Wumian, but was disrupted by Xiao Yuanmu and Empress Canghua. She wanted to take over the Fan family, but was stopped by Empress Canghua and Tang Weiyu again.

Meng Po's strength is comparable to that of Cang Hua Niangniang. She is helpless even though she is stopped again and again... God knows where that evil woman got the information about her, but she always goes against her.

She was actually wronging Queen Canghua. Queen Canghua had no idea about Meng Po's actions. She could only say that it was a coincidence that she tried to stop Meng Po twice... It was all because of Zhao Wumian.

But this trip to the Central Plains was really miserable.

Meng Po sighed softly and glanced at the jewelry box on the table in the carriage. There was a pendant inside... and the other one was in Zhao Wumian's hand.

I am also confused, I just give jewelry to girls casually...

At this moment, the carriage suddenly paused and stopped, and the jewelry box fell off the small table due to inertia.

Meng Po's eyes turned cold, and she used her Crane Controlling Dragon Technique to suck the pendant and the jewelry box. Just as she was about to get angry, she heard Shi Shoujin's voice coming from outside.

"Sir...someone is blocking the road..."

When Shi Shoujin first came to Shu, he wanted to seek refuge with Master Qin Sanye, but was misunderstood by Fan Shunan and had no choice but to join the Western Region Holy Church... Although few of the remaining Dong Yan are good at fighting, they have considerable financial resources and know some secrets of the martial arts world, so the Holy Church accepted him. Currently, Shi Shoujin is still working for Meng Po.

It’s just that Meng Po disliked him and had a cold attitude towards him, always leaving Shi Shoujin on the sidelines… But now that he had to go back to the Holy Church, he couldn’t just leave him out there.

Shi Shoujin was living under someone else's roof, and no matter how much he was left out, he dared not show any disrespect to Meng Po.

Meng Po ignored Shi Shoujin and lifted the curtain of the carriage. She looked up and saw a wanderer wearing a bamboo hat, riding a tall horse, stopping in the middle of the official road and blocking the convoy.

There were two weapons, one short and one long, wrapped in black cloth, hanging on the sides of the horse. Because the horse was facing away from the setting sun, the face of the man who was blocking the road could not be seen clearly. There was a shadow under his hat, and only through the hand holding the reins could one vaguely see the wrinkles on the back of his hand, obviously an old man.

But even so, he kept his back straight, sitting on his horse like a mountain and an abyss, casting the shadow of a man and a horse in the setting sun, making the Holy Church masters around the convoy dare not get close to him.

"It's a relief to run into you here..." The Jianghu guest raised his bamboo hat slightly. The sunlight behind him was a little dazzling from the perspective of the people in the convoy. "I guess you didn't complete the task assigned by the leader... Meng Po, the dog with a broken back, is so happy to return to the Western Regions?"

The Jianghu man's words were extremely sarcastic, but his voice was flat, old yet full of energy, as if he were cast in copper or iron.

Meng Po's cat-like green eyes narrowed slightly and sneered, "Ding Jingcheng... I didn't expect the leader to send you here too?"

Ding Jingcheng, one of the former Five Mountains, was one of the top warriors in the martial arts world during the Hongtian period, along with Eunuch Lin and Li Jingnan.

He is also the master of Mr. Qin Sanye. He is now ninety years old, but it is easy for a martial arts master to live for more than a hundred years. The immortal Wudamu is still jumping around on the grassland. Therefore, Ding Jingcheng's combat power has obviously not declined yet. In fact, with the accumulation of time, his foundation has become deeper... In terms of real strength, Meng Po Dingtian and Ding Jingcheng can only be considered 40% and 60%.

In total, there are only three martial arts masters in the Holy Church: the leader, Meng Po, and Ding Jingcheng.

Ding Jingcheng was ranked in the top two among the Five Mountains in those days. He was a jack of all trades in the Central Plains. He was a mixed-race of Western Hu people and Central Plains people. When he was young, he lived a miserable life in the Western Regions being called a "bastard".

But after he was in his twenties, he went to the Central Plains and wandered around for twenty years, earning himself the name of one of the "Five Mountains". He made countless enemies, but later he felt that the Central Plains was just so-so and boring, so he turned to the Western Regions Holy Religion, assisting the former Holy Religion leader at the time and planning his great cause.

Obviously he felt that fighting in the martial arts world was boring and it would be better to conquer the world.

Now, after so many years, Ding Jingcheng can be regarded as Meng Po's senior in the Holy Church.

After all, Meng Po is young, less than 30 years old, and not much older than Lady Canghua.

But Meng Po was not afraid of Ding Jingcheng, and asked in a cold tone, "Why did you come to the Central Plains?"

Ding Jingcheng raised his hand, and a golden eagle landed on his forearm. He took out some dried meat from his arms and fed it to the eagle, saying:

"During the battle of Longquan, Xiao Yuanmu showed up, and Zhao Wumian challenged Dao Kui safely a few days later... Needless to say, this so-called Zhao Wumian must be Xiao Yuankong, but he changed his name... Hehe, a rebel suddenly became a prince? If old man Jingzheng knew that his daughter had done such a thing, he would probably jump out of the imperial mausoleum."

"Xiao Yuankong!?" Meng Po's pupils shrank.

Xiao Yuankong... was the man who had severely injured the leader.

Meng Po was not present at the time, but the leader used the Cold Jade Gu and said with certainty that Xiao Yuankong would definitely die...

This is naturally the name Jiuer gave to Zhao Wumian.

Ding Jingcheng raised his arm to let the golden eagle fly up, and rode his horse past the convoy, saying lightly:
"Don't go back... Make amends for your mistakes. Your identity is clear. There is no need to capture you alive. Just follow me and kill Xiao Yuankong."

(End of this chapter)