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"Waiter, have a drink." The man in the luxurious clothes and good looks sat down, waved his hand boldly. Then he lowered his head and said to the Confucian scholar with a beard beside him, "Mr. I'm here for the first time in Kunlun.

At the foot of the mountain?"

The Confucian scholar said: "It's not. He attended the Jiange grand event a long time ago."

The man said curiously: "Cook wine in green plums, wash flowers and swords?"

The Confucian scholar nodded: "It was five hundred years ago, when Kunlun Jian Pavilion had not yet obtained the picture of Huanhua and Washing the Sword. So there is no saying that Huanhua and Washing the Sword. It is roughly equivalent to discussing heroes when cooking wine?"

The man nodded suddenly: "I think it must be wonderful."

The Confucian scholar smiled and said, "The most exciting thing is more than ten years ago. Di Wulei, Mu Yun Jiancheng, Huangfu Yi, Yi Nian Chan, Huang'er, and even Wang Xiaoer, who are known as the golden generation, gathered together.

This. Later, the old stories of the two saints of Jiange were involved, and the Wuxiang Dao Sect of Bodhi Academy did not hesitate to take action... The endless changes in the situation are the best in ten thousand years."

The man showed a little unhappy expression: "Sir, forgot to talk about someone."

The Confucian scholar smiled and said, "And your cross comrade Luo Changfeng."

The man laughed and poured wine for the other party: "Sir, wise, wise."

It was Jiang Manlou and Shushan Moyan. In front of the gate of Wang Family Inn, there were two old men wearing armor standing on both sides of the door without looking, with a faint breath, just like a living dead person.

Jiang Manlou would not visit Tianyong City for no reason, so he appeared at Wang's inn, naturally, because he wanted to meet Wang Xiaoer. He heard that those terrifying guys from the Ribu Luo Cemetery made a big fuss in the World Club had also looked for Wang Xiaoer.

In the end, he failed for the first time. After the news spread, Wang Xiaoer became the only person who could not helplessly even the strong man in the cemetery, and became famous.

Jiang Manlou was in charge of Zhongzhou and agreed with Jun Zeyu that he would cleanse the alien races in the world for four years. He was short of soldiers and generals. How could he let go of the whereabouts of the sword of the mean? As Tianjixing said, Wang Xiaoer helped him,

If you are willing to draw a sword, it may take less than four years to make a big deal.

"Little brother, where is your little brother?" Jiang Manlou hooked his hand and hugged an inn waiter holding a dish in his arms. Then he picked up the white porcelain wine cup with his other hand and filled it with it.

He handed the wine to the inn waiter.

The inn shopkeeper saw it and quickly put down the pen in his hand, came up to rescue the situation, and smiled and said with apologies: "This objective and generous hand. If the waiter has something to do with inadequate hospitality, I hope he can forgive me."

The waiter in the inn quickly begged for mercy.

Jiang Manlou felt quite bored, so he let go of his hand and drank: "Are you the shopkeeper of Wang Family Inn?"

"Yes, yes, this inn is passed down from ancestors."

"Then the sword of the mean is your son?"

"What a cheap guy?"

Jiang Manlou held his forehead: "Wang Xiaoer."

The inn shopkeeper paused, thinking that the good ones did not come. The disciples of Jiange, who were sitting by the window, were taking turns to patrol the city and took care of the Wang family inn. Jiang Manlou and Shushan Mo Yan stepped in.

At that time, the inn was noticed by the disciples of Jiange. Those who were shallow and impulsive were even unable to help but want to draw the sword and get up, but were finally suppressed.

The inn shopkeeper remembered the waiter who returned home in the middle of the night with scars not long ago. He was very distressed. At this moment, he mistakenly regarded Jiang Manlou as an enemy and was eager to protect his son. He secretly winked at the disciples of Jiange and then pulled the inn

The waiter quickly retreated.

At the same time, five disciples from Jiange walked towards Jiangmanlou.

Jiang Manlou glanced at him and found that the five disciples of the Sword Pavilion were all hanging on the waist. They thought they were from the Golden Sword Sect of the Sword Pavilion. However, the cultivation level of the few people was all at the level of wisdom. The leader was just entering the soul, so he couldn't help but feel a little.

Surprised. However, when I thought about it, as the first top force to support Tianxi, the disciples who had a very talented state in Kunlun Seventy-Two Peaks must be competing for Luyuan to defend the city, so I felt relieved.

"In the Xia Qin Huaikong, under the Jinjian Sect of Jiange. I wonder what the two seniors are looking for my Master Wang?" The disciples of Jiange, led by Jiange, were quite polite, and obviously had seen some worldly appearances. He knew that this place was originally at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and it was common for him to be honest.

People will not deliberately provoke trouble. Therefore, they comforted their junior brother who was impulsively trying to draw his sword.

Jiang Manlou put down the folding fan in his hand, took a sip of wine and said, "Qin Huaikong, you boy are a little interesting."

The disciple of Jiange named Qin Huaikong thought to see the black fine-cast folding fan on the table. So he observed Jiang Manlou again, from his clothes to his appearance and manners, and asked tentatively: "Senior, are you from the picking army?"

Shanzang Bing Valley?"

Jiang Manlou showed surprise: "It seems that it is not only interesting, but also good at observing."

Shushan Mo Yan also showed some appreciation.

Qin Huaikong recognized the magic weapon Mo Gong and took a reassurance to quickly clasp his fists: "I have met the head of the Jiang family."

Several junior brothers behind him looked at each other, thinking to himself who the head of the Jiang family is? It is worthy of such a great gift from the senior brother? Then someone whispered in a low voice, and then suddenly realized that the few people clasped their fists with the senior brother: "I have met the head of the Jiang family."

Jiang Manlou waved his hand.

Qin Huaikong turned around and winked at the shopkeeper of the Wang Family Inn, indicating that the visitor was not an enemy. The latter calmed down and ordered the inn waiter to call the wine and food.

Qin Huaikong turned and said, "Senior Jiang came from afar, I don't know why he wanted to see Master Wang?"

Jiang Manlou looked up at the boy, thinking to himself why the boy is so proud of him? Even if the head of the family is looking for Wang Xiaoer to discuss matters, he doesn’t have to report it to you in detail, right?

Shushan Moyan smiled and said, "You can ask me, can Wang Xiaoer be on the mountain?"

Qin Huaikong said curiously: "Senior, are you..."

Jiang Manlou sighed.

Shushan Moyan said, "My surname is Mo, and I am a accountant in the Jiang family."

Qin Huaikong thought, the mere accountant would dare to call Wang Shi Bo Daming. It seems that the rumors about Jiang Manlou, the head of the Jiang family, are indistinguishable from each other. The accountant who looks like a Confucian scholar should be those three thousand red robes.

Or one of the three thousand iron pagodas, the fox friends who eat, drink and have fun in the princelings.

Qin Huaikong thought so in his heart, and naturally he would not reveal it to the surface. After all, he was a senior of the world and the head of the first family in the world. He was the master of the genre of calligraphy. He should not have lost face in Tianyong City at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Therefore, he was also a senior citizen of the genre.

He said: "Since the last time he was invited to the World Conference, there has been no news about Master Wang. I want to work with Elder Zhufeng to support Tianxi Zhuluyuan."

Mo Yan smiled but said nothing.

Jiang Manlou said helplessly: "That's the case, the head of the family can only wait. When will the Battle of Tianxi end, when will Wang Xiaoer return, and when will the head of the family leave."

After saying that, Jiang Manlou ignored the disciples of Jiange and shouted loudly without getting tired: "Shopkeeper, just bring good wine and good food, don't worry about the money. I, Jiang Manlou, have nothing outstanding in my life,

It’s just that there is too much gold and silver at home, and I can keep walking.”

Qin Huaikong stood at the table and was in a dilemma. He had no hiding Wang Xiaoer's whereabouts. But looking at the head of the Jiang family, who was not kind to come, clearly showed his unfamiliar behavior. Qin Huaikong was a junior who was unknown among the seventy-two strange peaks.

, how dare you stop the drink?

Just when he was in a dilemma, a junior brother of the same school suddenly took two steps behind him and accused Jiang Manlou of saying, "Senior, he is a scoundrel, and he is playing a scoundrel at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Are you not afraid of the generals going out to laugh at the world?"

Jiang Manlou asked in a flash: "Who are you?"

"My name is Luo Changsheng."

Jiang Manlou choked on a sip of wine and looked at the young man in Jiange with a red face: "Luo Changfeng?"

"If you don't change your name or your surname, you won't change your surname, Luo Changsheng is the same."

Jiang Manlou laughed loudly and burst into tears. He said six or seven words of "good" in his mouth, and pointed at the boy with his ink penetration fan in his hand: "You, dare you call Luo Changsheng?"

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Manlou smiled and stood up, walking towards the disciples of Jiange: "Do you know that Luo Changfeng is the comrade of the head of the family? Let me tell you that although that guy is not in the world, he is always left in this world.

The legend."

Jiang Manlou walked to the young man in Jiange, smiled and looked serious: "You should call this name Luo Changsheng, change it!"