There is a folk saying that the left eye jumps for wealth and the right eye jumps for disaster, but the ink carp never believes it.
Eyelids twitching, which is caused by overwork, upset and insomnia. From the pulse, it is related to the heart and spleen.
What auspiciousness, how could a doctor believe it
Now Mo Li's eyelids twitched a few times inexplicably. Although he rationally told him that this was because he was upset about the treasures of Emperor Li's Mausoleum, he couldn't help but think of this folk proverb.
Why isn't the left eye twitching, but the right eye
Mo Li caressed the soft sword with some uncertainty.
Speaking of which, Meng Qi's martial arts are extremely high, and even if he doesn't have weapons in his hands, ordinary people can't help him.
What's more, this is Shangyun Mountain, the site of Taijing Longmai. It is impossible for Meng Qi to have an accident. Mo Li has never been worried before, but now he suddenly feels a little uneasy...
- Are you going to find Meng Qi
Mo Li glanced at Liuhe Temple. Jinyiwei was in and out of the main hall in the front yard, and the monks were all gathered here. No matter who was tipping off Qingwu ancestors, they would be stared at by others now. It's hard to act alone.
Mo Li moved in his heart and called a Jinyiwei who was passing by.
"What are your orders, sir?"
Jinyiwei got Gong Jun's order, and they were polite to Mo Li. Maybe they didn't take it seriously, but they did it because it was a boss who treated their colleagues' injuries and the deputy commander of the palace had a clear order. Superficial.
"I went to see the situation near the pagoda in the backyard. You all asked, and said I'll be back immediately."
Jin Yiwei responded, and Mo Li immediately performed light work and ran to the pagoda.
The location there is relatively high. If Meng Qi and Qingwu Patriarch fight, the movement and momentum will not be small, and the approximate direction may be seen on the pagoda.
The area of Dragon Claw Peak is not small, and it is sheltered by dense forests. If you look for it blindly, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Even if ordinary people stand on the pagoda, it is difficult to find Meng Qi. Mo Li is different. He is still somewhat sensitive to the spiritual energy. He thinks that the movement and momentum are mainly in the aspect of spiritual energy. Unlike other Jianghu people, he has to see flying sand and rocks and hear a loud noise to know something is wrong.
What if it's thirty or fifty miles away
The ink carp had just climbed up the pagoda, and before he could stand still, he saw a large group of birds coming from the east, as if he was frightened.
- Really met!
Mo Li's heart froze, and immediately turned to the easternmost side of the pagoda and looked up.
Liuhe Temple is in front of a valley, not in a valley, so the terrain is relatively high.
People on the tower can vaguely see a valley nearby, but the trees are lush, and basically nothing can be seen. Mo Li quickly thought of the origin of Liuhe Temple and the past when Emperor Chen Li moved this temple, and then guessed that the Crescent Moon Temple was in that direction.
The tyrannical internal force collided, destroying the house like a rotten wither, and the broken tiles and beams flew high.
so close
Mo Li was a little stunned. He was not surprised that the Qingwu ancestor took people to hide in the Crescent Moon View, but that Meng Qi had been away for so long. It stands to reason that he should have followed the pigeon to find the land long ago
Could it be that the people from the ancestors of Qingwu also played the tricky rabbits and three caves. In order to prevent being followed, the pigeons actually settled on another mountain, and they took the news sent by the pigeons and then returned to the Dragon Claw Peak
Sounds a bit overkill.
It's not like the Qingwu ancestor's style, after all, he even dared to kill Jin Yiwei.
Thinking of Gong Jun and others being ambushed, Mo Li felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell him what was wrong. He just felt that according to common sense, Qingwu ancestor should not be like this, it was too unscrupulous.
After all, Mo Li was "young" and didn't understand power and tactics. If no one mentioned it, he would not have thought of this.
"...The aura is indeed a little unusual." Mo Li stared in that direction and muttered to himself.
The clouds and mist of Dragon Claw Peak seem to be converging towards that valley.
Mo Li turned over and jumped over the railing, his arms slightly opened, and the whole person fell down sharply. Seeing the Jinyiwei under the pagoda screaming, he was about to rush to save people, but ran to the pagoda but did not wait for the falling figure.
Looking up again, the doctor was already on the treetops outside the temple.
"…is this a man, or is it a bird?"
Jin Yiwei was stunned, obviously he had never seen such a light work. Their deputy commanders have always been clumsy, and they don't know how much skill they have as subordinates.
"No wonder Tongzhi told us to be more polite to this doctor." Jin Yiwei was speechless, and then he couldn't help but wonder what Mo Li saw on the pagoda.
While they sent someone to report to Gong Jun, they also went up the tower.
At this time, outside the Crescent Moon Temple, Meng Qi had already tried more than 100 tricks with Qingwu Patriarch.
Except for the first palm, which is a mutual fight without dodging and evading, all other moves are ready-to-play. Often, the moves are changed halfway before they are used. It is because the opponent has already sensed their offensive range and waited there beforehand. .
The so-called flaws change in an instant.
The real is real, the real is real.
A little carelessness will lead to a wrong judgment, and a wrong step will lead to a wrong step, and you will be at a disadvantage between the moves.
However, the current situation is indeed evenly matched, and apart from destroying half of the Crescent Moon Temple and a dozen trees, there is no gain.
Not only did Meng Qi frown, but Qingwu's ancestor also lost his temper.
Qingwu Patriarch also practiced Shattering Fu Fist, and he also learned two or three clever palm and fingering techniques. As a result, these couldn't work in front of Meng Qi, and he couldn't see the martial arts used by Meng Qi.
The former national teacher seems to have abandoned the complicated and ever-changing tricks, and has reached the realm of no tricks and no tricks.
Suddenly erratic, suddenly stagnant, there is no trace at all.
Sometimes the way to defuse the offensive is more like the way used by the younger generation. What black tigers dig their hearts, smash Huashan, sweep thousands of troops... Not to mention the people in the martial arts, even those who run the rivers and lakes and sell Dali Pills can play both hands.
However, in the hands of Meng Qi, it can turn corruption into magic.
Now it's a little more light, using the so-called "immortal to guide the way" to break the twelfth form of "Qingming's wrong bone hand", the secret of martial arts.
The clothes are fluttering and the fingers are slender. It looks relaxed and freehand, but it shows what is called "immortal" guiding the way. There is a world of difference between the tricks used by the last generation in the rivers and lakes.
The four changes of the twelfth form of "Qingming's wrong bone hand", the sixteen subsequent ones were all sealed by the remaining power of this finger.
Even though he was angry, the ancestor of Qingwu was also horrified.
This person is as if... not from this world.
He seems to be competing with the masters of the heyday of martial arts hundreds of years ago. At that time, the masters pursued the highest realm of martial arts, and there was such a mysterious and incomprehensible meaning between their gestures.
At that time, the righteous and evil factions fought vigorously, until the martial arts of both sides were lost, and they caught up with the impossibility of the court, and the world was in chaos. It is extremely difficult for various schools and sects to find a talented disciple, and the entire martial arts will decline along with it.
The ancestor of Qingwu was very interested in the martial arts at that time, and he read a lot of ancient books, and now the Vietnam War is more and more like such a person, he should have the same ambition as him.
"Do you want to continue to fight the National Teacher?" Zhao Zangfeng, the ancestor of Qingwu, said solemnly, "The Chu Dynasty has been wiped out, and the Chu Dynasty's achievements also have the strength of Meng Guoshi, but now they have to stand on the side of Lu Zhang, the chaotic minister and thief. , to keep the dragon position for him?"
Meng Qi sneered and ignored it.
He found that Qingwu ancestor's inner strength was strange. Although it was strong, it was still a little impure.
If it is the internal strength that is cultivated by oneself, this situation will only occur when the cultivation base is very low, and the masters have such characteristics, without exception, they use the methods of the other side.
- It's not that he sucked the internal strength of others, or he ate the elixir of heaven and earth treasure.
Seeing that Meng Qi refused to speak, and pressed step by step, Qingwu Patriarch had to use the weapon on which he became famous.
That whisk!
The whisk is celestial silk, and the handle is black iron.
Iron whisk is a relatively vicious side-door weapon in the rivers and lakes. The whisk is dazzling when swung, and the hidden iron handle smashes the opponent, and it is especially powerful after it is injected with internal force.
In the severe case, the tendons will be broken, and the light case will be beaten for a long time.
The silk on the Qingwu ancestor's whisk can not only disturb people's eyes and ears, but with a strong internal force, with a shake of it, the trees with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl can be cut off by the middle, and even the surface of the rock can be drawn out with neat imprints.
Meng Qi couldn't help but dodge, he reached out and touched it, only then did he realize that he didn't have the sword.
The sword has been sent out as a token of love!
Failed.
Meng Qi thought to himself that he should have brought the doctor with him if he had known that this guy was so difficult to deal with.
Meng Qi didn't care whether he would be beaten by a group if he came alone.
Because group fights are impossible, unless the subordinates or disciples of Qingwu ancestors have such a level of martial arts, they will not be able to get close to the battle circle even if they die in a hurry.
Top experts like him and the doctor, who are not Chinese cabbage, can meet two or three casually.
Besides, even if there are people with martial arts comparable to Qingwu ancestors, it is estimated that they will not be Zhao Zangfeng's subordinates.
There is nothing like him and the doctor who have high martial arts skills, get along well, and trust each other!
Meng Qi thought confidently.
"Why don't the national teacher stop and listen to Lao Dao's explanation?"
"Not interested in."
"It's about the revival of martial arts in the world, isn't the national teacher interested?"
"No."
Meng Qi answered without hesitation, he is not from Jianghu! No, he's not even human!
The ancestor of Qingwu frowned and asked, "Could it be that the national teacher also believes in the rule of chivalry and martial arts, and believes that in order to maintain long-term stability in the imperial court, all the sects in the world must be eliminated?"
"Jianghu people are like weeds. There are endless wildfires and spring breezes. It's actually not difficult to deter people in the martial arts. Except for those green forest heroes who 'charge protection fees', there are farm shops in all sects. Anyone who has nothing to do should directly Clear the rivers and lakes, Lu Zhang?"
Meng Qi couldn't believe that Lu Zhang was not so stupid.
"Meng Guoshi's appearance remains the same. Isn't it because he has obtained a lost martial arts book? A man of ancient times can use his sword to injure people, and fly a sword to take a person's head from a thousand miles away. He can live a thousand years. Soldier reincarnation." Qingwu ancestor's eyes lit up, showing unusual enthusiasm.
Meng Qi initially thought he was joking, but later found out that the man was serious.
"Take the words seriously, is your Excellency crazy?"
"The national teacher is the one who pretends to be deaf and dumb and pretends not to know." Qingwu's ancestor snorted coldly, "The national teacher has such a shape, dare to say that he has no adventures? Dare to say that he is not different? There is a lot of benefit from thaumaturgy in this world, otherwise where would this power come from?”
Meng Qi subconsciously sneered: "What kind of skill? Did he harm others, or did he take a spiritual medicine?"
At this moment, he suddenly felt a familiar aura, and then he faltered and leaped to the left.
The ancestor of Qingwu thought that Meng Qi was going to flee, and he chased after him without thinking.
I saw a light streak across the sky, and Meng Qi had a dark purple sword in his hand.
The author has something to say:
Spoof Theater:
The ancestor of Qingwu, who was holding the Xianxia novel, looked excited.
Meng Qi: …
I want to say that the script is a martial arts, but Meng Qi, who is not a martial arts himself, is hesitant to say anything.
PS: The ancient martial arts novels in our country are the immortal heroes of the Legend of Shushan Swordsman. No matter how early the legends of the Tang Dynasty are, they are also all kinds of aliens. What can become an inch-sized person, can become a bug, can fly a sword...