Chapter 1914

Hong Mingshou knew that Su Chen always said one thing, but at this time there were four people on the other side, but there were only three people on their side.

Moreover, Su Pu is still an ordinary person who can't lift his hands or shoulders, so he has to protect him. In case of a fight, Su Chen might be at a disadvantage with one against four.

He was a little worried that the person on the roof was also an accomplice of the group on the opposite side. If there was another one, it would be one against five, and it would not be worthwhile no matter how you looked at it.

Hong Mingshou was still a little hesitant, but unlike Su Pu who had retreated to the window and looked up with his head, he seemed to see no one. It was still a little strange, but he didn't hesitate, and shouted directly: "Friends on the roof, it's late at night. If you don't mind, please come in and have a drink."

Hong Mingshou was startled, without thinking too much, he directly pulled Su Pu back, gritted his teeth and growled, "What are you doing?"

"Sir, he said to invite someone to have a glass of wine." Su Pu replied with a smile, he was no longer surprised by Hong Mingshou's fierce appearance.

"What wine to drink?!" Hong Mingshou raised the corners of his eyes, glared at Su Pu viciously, and walked to the window. Dive headlong into someone else's robe.

The man didn't seem to think of the window, and someone subconsciously took a step back. The long robe swept over Hong Mingshou's head, and he pulled it with his hands in panic. Unexpectedly, the force was a bit too strong, and the man's body was not stretched. Steadily hit the window lattice.

Su Chen held the wine glass in the air, looked at Hong Mingshou's blank expression and sighed slightly, "I'm inviting people to drink, not to break down the windows."

Su Pu hurriedly pulled Hong Mingshou up to check that he was not injured, and hurried to look at the person who hit the window lattice.

"Cang Lan."

When the man got up, he didn't see any panic. He calmly smoothed the folds of his robe, tidied it up a little, looked up, looked at the young man opposite Su Chen, and nodded slightly.

"Yuzhen."

The young man opposite Su Chen only nodded slightly.

"The two really know each other."

Su Chen propped his forehead with his fingers, and looked at the two with a smile.

Yu Zhen touched the cuffs, smoothed out the last creases, glanced at Su Pu, and casually pulled a stool and sat beside the soft couch.

He flipped his right hand, and a wine glass appeared in his hand. He picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine in his hand. "Jiuhua Mountain, Wei Yufeng's most outstanding disciple, Cang Lan, how could I not recognize him?"

Cang Lan gave him a sideways glance with a half-smile, "Yu Li Palace, the Chief of the Heavenly Fire Palace, I naturally know him too."

"Since the two of you know each other and met here by such a coincidence," Su Chen said, "Why don't you tell me why you two came to Bianjing?"

Hong Mingshou's heart was beating wildly at this time, and when he heard Cang Lan mention Jiuhua Mountain, he knew it. Su Chen must have noticed something.

Mount Jiuhua is one of the three major immortal sects, with great influence and reputation in Kyushu. Whether it is the sect of the immortal sect or ordinary people, as long as they mention Mount Jiuhua, they will all yearn for it.

One reason is that Jiuhua Mountain recruits disciples from the Kyushu, but those who have immortal roots will be recruited into Jiuhua Mountain, and the other reason is that Jiuhua Mountain is the guardian of the royal family.

Except for the heirs, the disciples of the royal family will be sent to Jiuhua Mountain to practice since they were young.

In the hearts of ordinary people, the ruler of the Qing Dynasty was Aixinjueluo, and in the hearts of the Aixinjueluo family, Mount Jiuhua was the place where their ancestors practiced Taoism, and it was naturally sacred.

Hong Mingshou fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty. He has been busy running around the rivers and lakes, so he naturally knows Mount Jiuhua very well.

There are nine main peaks in Mount Jiuhua. The Wei Yufeng mentioned just now is the main peak where the ancestors of Aixinjueluo practiced.

Canglan is Wei Yufeng's disciple, which is likely related to Aixinjueluo, Hong Mingshou subconsciously looked at Su Pu.

Su Pu is a descendant of Aixinjueluo, he naturally knows the place where his ancestors practiced in Mount Jiuhua, but now he looks calm. There seems to be no response to this.

Cang Lan shook her head when she heard the words, and said solemnly: "I'm just going out to practice, passing by here, smelling the aroma of wine here, so I came to taste it."

"What about you?" Su Chen looked at Yuzhen noncommittal.

"Naturally." Yu Zhen nodded.

"Since you two are here to drink," the smile on Su Chen's face gradually faded, "Then we won't bother you."

No one expected that Su Chen would leave as soon as he said that. He got up as soon as he finished speaking, waved towards Hong Mingshou, and walked outside in a swaggering manner.

Canglan and Yuzhen looked at each other. There were different emotions in his eyes, but at this moment Su Chen had already walked to the door, and if he was a step too late, he might be leaving.

Yuzhen sat without moving, but the people beside him moved a few steps silently. It seems to have the meaning of blocking faintly.

The tip of Cang Lan's ear moved slightly, and her slightly controlled breath slowly sank, she took a sip of her wine calmly, and sat still.

Su Chen had already stepped out of the door with one foot. Yu Zhen finally couldn't bear it anymore and nodded towards those people.

The three of them took a step forward tacitly and stopped Hong Mingshou. Su Pu was right behind Hong Mingshou and had to stop at this moment.

"What are you doing?" Hong Mingshou clenched the handle of the knife, his brows and eyes slowly sank.

The man who fought against Hong Mingshou before smiled, "Master Hong, don't mind, our son just wants to invite your son to have an extra glass of wine."

"Get out of the way, who wants to drink with you."

Hong Mingshou felt that they were uneasy and kind, but being stopped at this time confirmed his guess, and his tone could not help but tinge with anger.

The man glanced left and right, signaling to them to stop Hong Mingshou, and he turned to look at Su Chen who was standing at the door and did not leave: "My lord, why don't you sit a little longer, a meeting is a chance meeting, a rare opportunity."

Su Chen leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, "I want to go. Let him go."

"My lord misunderstood," the man said, "I just want to treat you to a glass of wine, just like you invite my lord to drink."

"Your son is willing," Su Chen raised the corner of his mouth, "I don't want to."

The man's expression became colder, "Since it's all fate, why don't you save face, Young Master? Just have a glass of wine."

"Let's do it." Su Chen lowered his eyelids and waved his fingers.

Hong Mingshou let out a cry. Pulling out the treasured sword, he swung forward fiercely, but he didn't go away after retreating the two people. Instead, he turned around and grabbed Su Pu, and threw him straight out.

The man didn't look back, but as if he saw Hong Mingshou's movement, he stretched out his hand to grab Su Pu's arm, but he didn't expect that his elbow was sore and his arm collapsed limply.

Su Pu brushed past him and landed on Su Chen's side. Su Chen said softly to stand still, and then lightly stepped on his feet. The person was gone, only a few crisp crackling sounds were heard in the room.