On a small black boat, Lu Le made wood pulp, Meng Zhao and Liang Muqiu stood on the bow, holding an oil paper umbrella, and slowly sailed towards the center of Qingxue Lake with the swaying boat.

Around the lake, there are many people who are rafting on the lake like Meng Zhao. From time to time, you can hear the sound of the brocade zither or the sound of the flute, turning into lingering colorful butterflies, dancing on the green snow lake with drizzles and ripples, intoxicating.

"It's so beautiful. This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful lake!"

The little girl Zhu'er held her hands in front of her chest, her small body curled up, leaning against the tall Liang Muqiu, looking at the sky, the lake, the grass, the trees, the fog, and the rain, giving birth to an infinite emotion.

Some beauty can be shocking. Perhaps in the event of time, this Qingxue Lake may not bring them such a great shock.

Meng Zhao looked straight in the distance, and gently pressed the young Jiao Xiaojiu on his waist with one palm, and fiddled with the jade Buddhist beads he was holding with the other hand. He was very thoughtful, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Liang Muqiu seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship. Seeing Meng Zhao's expression of worries, he comforted him,

"Thinking more is useless. No matter what the future is, grasping the present is the most important thing. It is rare to have a chance to play once, so don't think about those unhappy things!"

Meng Zhao came back to his senses, felt warm in his heart, and smiled at Liang Muqiu. Although he agreed with her statement, he had to make careful plans and consider his future.

He is now fully prepared and is ready to leave the mansion at any time. However, before Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao returned for a day, he was pinned in the Meng Mansion one day and could not go out, which really made him depressed.

I thought that Hu Man retreated and the Yunwu Mountain was over, Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao would return soon, but I didn't expect that after so long, there was no movement, which made him very worried.

The longer the time goes on, the more likely the mysterious man Zhao Hun finds that he has a different intention, the greater the threat of his identity being exposed in the future. We have to be careful!

Suddenly, a black-sailed boat that was exactly the same style as theirs, like a arrow to leave the strings, broke through the surging blue waves and rushed over. It quickly leveled with the slowly lingering boat where Meng Zhao was, and then maintained the same speed, as if two parallel straight lines were sailing towards the center of the lake.

The two small boats are about two meters apart, and they are already very close. They are obviously a man who is playing the boat, so they are deliberately doing it.

The few people then looked at the adjacent black-sailed boat and saw the boatman who was lying on the boat.

I saw this man wearing simple coarse cloth clothes, a hat and a straw raincoat. In the drizzle, he had an ancient charm and style.

The muscles were loose and there was no martial arts in his body. However, he acted as a small boat, and he quickly moved and then slowed down. He could not control the direction and master the strength of his power without a person who was proficient in using force and was well-versed in qigong. It can be seen that he was definitely not as simple as he showed.

There is another point that reflects this person's outstanding appearance, although Liang Muqiu's expression became very solemn, at the same time, a voice transmission came from Meng Zhao's ear.

"Be careful, this person should have innate cultivation, but he practiced the technique of hiding qi and hiding breath, and he could not see the specific cultivation. If this person's intention is unpredictable, I will deal with this person. You take Han Luzhuer and the others first."

At this time, there were only three women on the ship, as well as him and Lu Le, such as Bai Shicheng and Han Pu, who were waiting on the shore, but because of Liang Muqiu's existence, safety was guaranteed.

After all, this is not a weak woman who was poisoned by Meng Zhao, who had no true energy and had weak body, but a peerless and beautiful female swordsman who was able to compete with Meng Jizu. She is generally innate and is not her opponent at all.

Meng Zhao nodded slowly and replied in the same voice,

"Don't worry, I know the importance of it. Don't be anxious first. Let's see if the person is planning to talk about it. I guess there is someone behind him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the bamboo curtains in the tent of the boat being pushed away, and a noble young man about twenty years old, wearing a bright yellow brocade shirt and a green jade on his forehead walked out.

His eyes were like amber, emitting a faint cold light, his skin was pale, and he looked a little sicker than normal white, with black lips, which seemed to be practicing some kind of martial arts, and it was like he was suffering from toxins, which were dysfunctional and prolonged for a long time.

But in general, he is still a very outstanding young man, not as handsome as Meng Zhao. He is not as strong and domineering as Meng Zhao, and is even slightly weak. However, his unique temperament makes people easily feel good about him.

I saw this man holding an umbrella and walking to the bow of the boat. When he saw Meng Zhao and others looking at him on the side, he smiled slightly and said loudly,

"But Meng Zhao from Nan'anbo Mansion, Mr. Meng, face to face?"

The sound is crisp, with a unique sense of purity and simplicity of boys. However, in people's hearts, they do not think that the person who speaks is childish, but instead exudes an alternative charm.

Although Meng Zhao had a good sense of this sick-looking young man, he would never judge people by his appearance, or draw a conclusion based on his first impression, and heard this, took a step forward and replied lightly,

"It's Meng Zhao. I don't know who you are. I'm looking for Meng Zhao, but is there any important matter to deal with?"

As questions and answers were asked, two small black boats were still sailing towards the center of Qingxue Lake at a constant speed. At some point, the drizzle around them gradually became heavier, and the mist was heavy, and there was no shadow of other ships around them.

Liang Muqiu has focused his attention and is careful to prevent the situation around and in the water. A great master like her is in charge. Generally, innate masters have evil intentions, but they are just here to die.

The young man was very happy to see Meng Zhao's affirmative reply, and bowed slightly to Meng Zhao, saying,

"In the following, Kuang Tianyou came from the Kuang family in Guannan. This time he came to Nan'an, and was discussing important matters to visit Mr. Meng. He also asked the master to get on the boat to meet him."

When Meng Zhao heard this, his face was stunned. He turned out to be from Jianan Pass, and he really didn't expect it.

Jianan Pass is a place where prisoners are exiled, composed of large and small checkpoints, mountain roads, lake roads, wilderness, and even muddy lands.

Since the founding of the Da Yong Kingdom, Jianan Pass and other places where exiles are everywhere, they are known as the most dangerous, most dangerous, poorest, and most evil, sin, killing, death, and destruction, which are synonymous with Jianan Pass.

Those who live in it are all retaliated offenders who were exiled by the court.

Over the past hundred years, various losers in political party struggles, down-and-out families who were unfavorable in the struggle, violated the Da Yong criminal record, and sentenced to exile. The complexity of this is, I am afraid that even the court will find out all of them.

He thought that this young man, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and looked a bit noble, should have been from a big family, but he came from Jianan Pass before he arrived first.

Because, he never thought about what kind of relationship he would have with Jianan Pass.
Chapter completed!