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 on their side.

Moreover, Su Pu was still an ordinary person who couldn't lift his hands or shoulders. He had to protect him. If he did something, Su Chen would be at a disadvantage with one enemy and 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 enemy five.

Hong Mingshou was still a little hesitant, but it didn't look like Su Pu had already retreated to the window. He looked up and didn't seem to see anyone. It was a little strange, but he didn't hesitate and shouted directly, "Friends on the roof, night. If you don't mind, please come in and have a drink at the bar."

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

"Sir said to invite someone to drink a glass of wine." Su Pu replied with a smile, he was not surprised by Hong Mingshou's fierce appearance.

"What wine to drink?!" Hong Mingshou raised his eyes, gave Su Pu a vicious look, walked to the window, and plunged his head into someone else's robe.

The man didn't seem to have thought of the window. Someone took a step back subconsciously, and the long robe swept over Hong Mingshou's head. He panicked and pulled it with his hands. It slammed into the window sill.

Su Chen's hand holding the wine glass froze in the air, looking at Hong Mingshou's blank expression and sighing, "I invited someone to drink, not to open the window."

Su Pu hurriedly pulled up Hong Mingshou to see that he was not injured, and then hurried to see the man who had hit the window lattice.

"Canglan."

When the man got up, there was no trace of panic, he calmly smoothed the folds on his robe, tidied it up a little, looked up, looked at the young man opposite Su Chen, and nodded lightly.

"Yuzhen."

The young man opposite Su Chen just nodded lightly.

"You two really know each other."

Su Chen put his fingers on his forehead and looked at the two with a smile.

Yu Zhen touched the cuffs, smoothing out the last folds, his eyes swept across Su Pu, and he 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, Cang Lan, Wei Yufeng's most outstanding disciple, how could I not recognize it."

Cang Lan squinted at him with a half-smile, "Jade Li Palace, the chief of the Hall of Different Fire, of course I also know him."

"Since the two of you know each other and you meet here by chance," Su Chen said, "Why don't you tell me, what is the opportunity for the two of you, why did you come to this Bian capital?"

Hong Mingshou's heart was beating wildly at this time. When he heard Canglan talking about Jiuhua Mountain, he knew that Su Chen must have noticed something.

Jiuhua Mountain ranks as one of the three major immortal sects. It has a huge influence and is well-known in Kyushu. Whether it is a sect of immortal sects or ordinary people, as long as Jiuhua Mountain is mentioned, it is a yearning for them.

First, it is because Mount Jiuhua recruits disciples from Kyushu, but anyone with immortal roots will be recruited into Mount Jiuhua, and secondly, because Mount Jiuhua is the guardian of the royal family.

In addition to the heirs, the disciples of the royal family will be sent to Mount Jiuhua for cultivation since childhood.

In the hearts of the common people, the ruler of the Qing Dynasty is Aixinjueluo, and in the hearts of the Aixinjueluo family, Jiuhua Mountain is the place where ancestors practiced Taoism, which is naturally sacred.

In order to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, Hong Mingshou was busy on the rivers and lakes, and he naturally knew the Jiuhua Mountain very well.

There are nine main peaks in Jiuhua Mountain. The Wei Yufeng mentioned just now is the main peak where Aisin Gioro’s ancestors practiced.

Cang Lan was Wei Yufeng's disciple, and it was very likely related to Aisin Gioro, Su Pu, who Hong Mingshou looked at subconsciously.

Su Pu is a descendant of Aisin Gioro. He naturally knows the place where the ancestors of Jiuhuashan cultivated, but now he looks calm and doesn't seem to have any reaction to it.

Cang Lan shook his head when he heard the words, and said solemnly, "I just went out to practice. I passed by this place and smelled the fragrance of the wine, so I came to taste it."

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

"Naturally." Yu Zhen nodded.

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

No one expected that Su Chen would leave as soon as he said the words, he got up as soon as he finished speaking, waved towards Hong Mingshou, and walked swaggeringly outside.

Canglan and Yuzhen looked at each other with different emotions in their eyes, but at this time Su Chen had already walked to the door, and one step later was afraid that someone would leave.

Yu Zhen sat still, but the people next to him moved a few steps silently, as if they were trying to stop him.

The tips of Canglan's ears moved slightly, and the slightly structured tone slowly sank. He calmly took a sip of the wine and sat still.

Su Chen stepped out of the door with one foot, and Yuzhen finally couldn't hold back and nodded towards those people.

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

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

The man who fought with Hong Mingshou before gave a small smile, "Master Hong, don't mind, our son just wants to invite your son to drink another glass of wine."

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

Hong Mingshou originally felt that they were uneasy and kind, but being stopped at this time confirmed his guess, and his tone couldn't help but bring a bit of anger.

The man glanced left and right, motioned for them to stop Hong Mingshou, and he turned to look at Su Chen, who was standing at the door and didn't leave: "Young master, why don't you sit for a while, meeting is a chance encounter, and the opportunity is rare."

Su Chen leaned against the door frame with his arms on his chest, "I want to leave, let me go."

"Young master misunderstood," the man said, "I just want to invite my son for a drink, just like the son who invited my son to drink."

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

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

"Go ahead." Su Chen lowered his eyelids and waved his fingers.

Hong Mingshou let out a loud noise, pulled out his treasured saber and slammed it forward, but after retreating the two, he did not leave, but 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 actions, he stretched out his hand and grabbed to the side. Seeing that he was about to grab Su Pu's arm, he didn't expect his elbow to be sore, and his arm collapsed softly.

Su Pu walked past him and landed next to Su Chen. Su Chen whispered to stand up, and then tapped his feet. No one was there, only a few crackling sounds were heard in the room.