Chapter 785: Meng Xia Pass

The only way to prevent myself from getting involved in the muddy water of Marquis Anqing is to move Marquis Anqing out of the muddy water.

Obviously, Marquis Anqing came in covertly, so he would not leak the news, and Guanshi Liu was old and cunning, so naturally he would not stir up trouble in the muddy water.

All Jue Meng had to do was to seal up the news. Erasing Mr. Sun was undoubtedly the easiest way.

A petty low-ranking miscellaneous official will die as soon as he dies, and who will pay attention to him.

He has completed the task assigned by Wang Ting, and he couldn't help but not believe it because of the ghost master.

In this way, this errand will be considered a satisfactory solution.

Jue Meng was about to move, when a round thing rolled out from Deputy Chief Chen's sleeve.

Lord Meng picked it up and saw that it was a video bead, which activated the restraint, and the light and shadow appeared, recording the conversation between him and Deputy Chief Chen.

It turned out that the vice-principal Chen couldn't believe what Jue Meng said at all, so he didn't hesitate to be brave enough to activate this precious audio-visual bead secretly as a backup.

Lord Meng really didn't notice it, how could he know that this Lord Meng was also planning secretly.

Pre-emptive strikes, let Deputy Chief Chen do some scheming, all in vain.

"Bah, the shameless thief also wants to frame this Marquis."

Lord Meng popped out a ball of flames, instantly incinerating Deputy Director Chen's body into flying ashes.

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The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

In Shenjing, it was still early winter, and the first generation of Meng Xiaguan, who was five hundred miles away to the west, already had the taste of midwinter.

Three feet of snow covered thousands of miles of yellow sand, and even the verdant Populus euphratica was covered in pure white.

The cold wind rolled the snow, crossed the Congshan Mountain, wrapped in a fresh smell, and went straight down to Mengxia Pass.

Mengxiaguan, the junction of Dayue and the Buddhist Kingdom of Heaven, has a special meaning of "the emperor guards the gate" because the sacred capital is only five hundred miles away.

Therefore, it is regarded as the first pass in the world, and it has been descended for thousands of years, which is of great significance.

However, the frontier is desolate and sparsely populated, except for scribes and poets who are attracted by the magnificent frontier chapters in books, who occasionally visit here, there are very few pedestrians and business travelers here.

But since yesterday evening, a piece of news came that this inaccessible border area suddenly became hot and lively.

"Shopkeeper, I have inquired clearly, and said yes, the lunatic is about to leave the customs."

In the steamy back kitchen, a green-skinned young man wrapped in an old sheepskin jacket rushed into the kitchen, gasping for breath, and shouting at the same time, the white mist from his mouth nearly covered the steamer.

The big shopkeeper, who was like an iron tower, was holding a three-foot-long thick iron hook in each hand, and was pulling two fat pigs that had been stewed until they were orange-red and shiny in a soup pot that was wide enough to serve as a swimming pool for ordinary people. , turned his head around, and slapped his hands, which made the green-skinned boy almost fall to the ground, "Damn melon skin, what news is this, just for fun?"

The green-skinned boy trembled, "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, I'll go check it out again."

The big shopkeeper glared, "Go to your mother's house, find out about it, what the hell, as long as you pay for food, who am I afraid of? I'm afraid of a big belly man when I open a shop? Hurry up and give me these two stewed pigs. Cooking, no more dishes, the new two tables of ancestors, can tear down our shop, and in addition, hurry up to greet Ermao, go to Huaxi Village, and recruit all the idlers. The fat pigs, chickens and old wine in the village, I moved all of them here, and now that the market is open, I must eat to my full."

The back kitchen is as noisy as the sea, and the front of the hall is as noisy as the sea.

The small shop here is extremely simple, except for the adobe guns in the back kitchen, the main shop in front is just a spacious thatched shed, with strong wooden stakes pierced deeply into the soil, and the top is covered with layers of thick The grass felt, the front is wide open, and the left and right sides are hung with thick wool felt. There are forty or fifty tables in the two-acre grass shed.

In the middle of each table, there is a red clay stove, the fire is raging, or warming wine, or stewing oily soup pot, forty or fifty stoves exude amazing heat, on this day when the north wind blows snow and drips into ice , This thatched store has become a rare place for shelter from the cold.

On weekdays, it would be the limit to fill this thatched store with 30% of the seats. However, since this morning, the number of customers entering the store has more than three times more than usual.

All of a sudden, the entire thatched shop was packed to the brim, with two hundred guests occupying the last seat in the entire thatched shop.

As a result, the endless stream of guests could only be accommodated in the newly erected simple thatched huts. In the mountain village closest to this Maodian, half of the villagers were hired here to earn some quick money.

Inside the Maodian, the fire was raging, the smoke was steaming, the wine cups were intertwined, and the voice was loud.

Disputes, debates, jokes, jokes, and finally disappear into one.

"Everyone listens to Bai Lao, the howling wolf, the winged tiger, in terms of cultivation, and in terms of fame in the world, you two can be regarded as a powerful party who has established a reputation, but when it comes to being well-informed and well-informed, everyone here , who can compare with our Bailao. Regardless of other things, just talk about the 72 main stores under the name of Bailao, and the 36th Road Escort Bureau. , I don’t interrupt, I just said that the news is very good, I advise you, it’s better to stop talking and listen to what Bai Lao said to us first.”

The one who spoke loudly was a majestic man, nearly nine feet tall, with dark muscles all over his body, like cast steel.

This person is Song Duanhu, the leader of the Duanhu Gate on the left side of Mengxia Pass. He has three thousand disciples under his command, all of them are powerful and powerful.

This time, all the powerful people from the left and near gathered towards Mengxia Pass, Song Duanhu got the news, and greeted them immediately, in order to meet heroes and expand their contacts.

He is also the host who gathers here now, no matter whether he knows or not, as long as he enters this shop, he will entertain them on his behalf.

What is the value of secular wine and meat? Even if tens of thousands of people come to eat a meal, he will not be able to eat up Song Duanhu, but the connections he makes will last him a lifetime.

Song Duanhu is the host, and he is very slick, and when he said something, the crowd stopped immediately.

All eyes were on the old man in white robe who was seated with Song Duanhu in the center. The buttocks seemed to be unaware of the hundreds of gazes all over the field.

This concentration alone makes people secretly praise him.

Song Duanhu laughed, raised his wine glass, and drank a full glass, "Song made his own way, offended others, punished himself with a drink, and asked Bai Lao to forgive him. To be honest, Song also heard some rumors about that lunatic, It is said that the lunatic is a senior student of the Tianchan Temple, the national religion of the Tianfo Kingdom. During the battle on the imperial field, he lost his mind because of the six desires, but Song really didn't know how this lunatic had such great power. Wherever it went, it caused this shocking storm."