Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 32 A night of fish and dragon dance near the river

"Fu crucian carp? Has he been promoted to the first class?" Wu Meng asked in surprise.

Fan Laodao waved his hands repeatedly: "How is that possible! I heard that General Flying Mask fell into the trap and was surrounded and died by more than a dozen second-rate men."

The old Taoist shook his head and sighed, with a bit of pity in his tone.

"It was said that the Flying Mask Army passed by a village, and someone pretended to be a young girl who was being abused to lure her to the rescue. When they got close, they stabbed the heart with a poisoned knife, then several people jumped out to pull the net, and several people besieged them. Finally, they were killed by Crucian Carp. Cut off the head.”

"The method is a bit despicable. Because of this incident, Fu Crucian Carp's reputation has been completely ruined."

Wu Meng listened quietly without commenting.

A year ago, he had seen news about Song Moping from intelligence.

After losing one hand, Song Moping not only did not lose his strength, but also developed a unique sword technique.

He surpasses all the masters on the Tiger List. Except for the mysterious unknown doctor, no one among the second-rate can pass ten moves under his hands.

Being strong is a good thing.

But judging from the various deeds, this childhood friend seems to have become very strange.

Wu Meng collected his thoughts.

Thinking about King Qing.

As a witness to the Jiang Xiushan incident, Wu Meng had to meet Prince Qing, whether out of consideration for exploring the wonderland or to find out the cause of the incident.

Originally, he planned to find him after breaking through to the first level.

Unexpectedly, Prince Qing bumped into him by accident.

That day, Wu Meng went to Zhaixing Pavilion.

……

……

New Year's Eve.

Lantern night.

In Linjiang City, there are hundreds of pleasure boats floating in the middle of the river. All kinds of lanterns are made into colorful ribbons and hung all over the boat towers, making the river colorful.

A little closer to the river, the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing fills your ears, and the smell of rouge, gouache and powder hits your face.

Fan Laodao asked someone to set up a table at the bow of the ship.

Originally, the three of them hung lanterns, admired the lake, and had fun by boating.

Unexpectedly, before boarding the ship, Wu Meng suddenly left because of something.

"Is it possible that Angkor has fallen in love with some girl? They have already arrived at the riverside, but they don't want to get on a boat with us." Fan Laodao sipped his wine and said with a "hehe" smile.

Long Xiaoxie was holding the New Year's "letter from home" and was fascinated by it.

The old Taoist rolled his eyes when he saw this.

"You……"

The old Taoist was about to drink when his eyes suddenly widened.

I saw a group of men in black suddenly walking on the waves in the dark river under the concealment of the building boat.

He is at least a second-rate master in the light skill of crossing water.

Counting the number of people again, there were at least ten people.

Lao Dao suddenly had a bright idea and thought of General Flying Mask who was surrounded and suppressed.

Before they had time to react, the group of men in black had already boarded the building boat next to them. Their movements were swift and silent, like water seeping into the seams of the ground.

The wine in the old Taoist's cup was spilled out of nowhere.

He didn't bother to adjust his robes, and suddenly grabbed Long Xiaoxie and hid in the cabin.

Leaning slightly, through the crack in the window, I saw a bloody head being thrown out of the cabin opposite and rolling a few times on the deck.

The two of them held their breaths when they heard a low curse coming from the other side.

"Damn it, you found the wrong person, it's a scapegoat wearing a hood!"

"...You go to the back, the man has his hands and feet cut off, and the woman is tied down, waiting for the adults to come and pick up the boat..."

……

Fan Laodao and both of them were in shock at the same time.

In Linjiang City, a tall and thin figure walked out of a certain back alley.

The figure carried a pot of wine and held a girl in each arm. He was talking nonsense and walking in the shadow of the hook railing.

The figure walked very slowly, and the two girls were made to laugh and gasp from time to time.

"Hiccup~" "I will...make you a queen, make you a noble concubine, and find thousands of good sisters for you..."

At the corner ahead is a wooden building of a closed restaurant.

Flags were fluttering at the corner of the building, and a red lantern was hung below.

Under the lantern, there was a man leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

It was Wu Meng.

boom!

Ten feet away on the main street, there was the sound of drums and the tinkling of lion dance bells, accompanied by the smoke of fireworks and firecrackers.

"King Xiao Qing." Wu Meng shouted.

The other party took a sip of wine, made a sound, raised his finger and shook it: "You are not the person I am looking for..."

"But I'm the one looking for you."

"You too?"

The drums beat rhythmically.

Wu Meng threw out an extremely sharp whip leg, his energy was like a knife, and it went straight to King Qing's face.

"First-rate master!"

King Qing suddenly woke up from his drunkenness.

His right hand that was around the girl's waist twitched and shook, and a shimmering soft sword made a "crackling" sound.

The soft sword was like a snake spitting out a letter, and the cold light spread out Wu Meng's vital energy.

At the same time, the delicate girl on King Qing's right hand flew toward Wu Meng like a top. She held two full-moon knives in her hands at some point, spinning out a bright silver arc.

As for the girl on the left, she took out several silver needles from her hair, flicked the needles repeatedly, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard endlessly.

These are two top second-rate men who are not recorded in the Tiger List. They should be the personal soldiers secretly trained by King Xiao Qing.

The two of them cooperated very well, and their hasty attacks blocked almost all the dodge space.

Coupled with King Qing's eyeing him, even top-notch experts would find it difficult to deal with.

However, there was no trace of embarrassment on Wu Meng's face.

He seemed to have anticipated the current situation half a breath ahead.

Just the sway of the leg, combined with the false shaking of the body, tore a crack from the airtight attack.

The pulled 'Full Moon Flywheel' scattered the silver needles, and the few remaining ones sank into the wall.

King Xiao Qing stood there holding his sword, his eyes flickering.

Logically, he should attack through the gap opened by the opponent and seize the opportunity.

Even if it is only half a move, it is enough to form a continuous suppressive force with the two dead soldiers.

But for some reason, the moment they looked at each other, an inexplicable panic flashed through his heart. The crack was like a devouring mouth, waiting for him to fall into a trap.

After a moment of hesitation, the two dead soldiers were easily dispatched by Wu Meng, lying on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Even if he is a first-class person and has a suppressed realm, this speed is too fast!

Rumble!

The sound of the lion dance drums became more and more rapid.

Prince Xiao Qing only felt that it was pounding in his heart, it was harsh and inexplicable, and he was upset.

He understood that he had encountered a lot of trouble today.

"Who are you from? Wait a minute, I can pay for your life."

"can."

Wu Meng crossed the distance of several feet in one step and rushed to King Xiao Qing like lightning.

Seeing this scene, King Xiao Qing's eyes widened suddenly, and he lost his voice: "Thunder Eagle Legs!!"

Before he had time to think about it, his arms were shaking, his soft sword was like a dragon in a disk, the agitated true energy condensed into the shadow of a dragon in front of him, and the sound of the wind was like a dragon's roar.

This sword is called 'Pan Jiao', which comes from the royal family's top martial arts skills. Although it is inspired by the soft sword, it is unparalleled in the world in terms of defense.

Not only that, it also has a back-up plan.

Wu Meng curled his fingers into claws, and his energy turned into the shadow of a thunder eagle and suddenly struck down.

boom!

The energy stirred up by the collision swam like a grass snake, overturning the wall of the wooden building, exploding the red lantern, and annihilating the light and shadow.

　I’m afraid I’ll forget something tonight, so I’ll update it in advance. Thank you all for your support, and I’d like to ask for further reading and recommendations.

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