The torrential rain poured down, smashing the ground into a mist of water.
The ink carp was woken up by the rain. He moved his fingers, but his body was a little unruly.
Just like when I practiced the internal power, I accidentally overdoed it, my dantian was flooded with spiritual energy, and the eight extraordinary meridians were stretched.
"... Meng Qi?"
The ink carp was not lying on the ground, he was being carried on his back.
This person is undoubtedly Meng Qi. He feels that Mo Li has woken up, and he can't help but feel a little guilty.
The rain hit the body, and there was a faint pain, but this was just right for the ink carp. It could push the meridians and slowly dissolve the excess spiritual energy in the body.
It is also for this reason that Meng Qi did not use his inner strength to avoid the rain.
"What happened just now?" Mo Li looked around with difficulty.
He remembered that Meng Qi suddenly lost consciousness, followed by himself inexplicably turned into a dragon, and the spiritual energy rushed over like he didn't want money, but it wasn't his own. He couldn't take it off and couldn't throw it away. have become slow.
The golden dragon waiting in front of him seemed to welcome him and wanted to show him all the rivers and mountains in Kyushu.
Since then, he has been free from the mundane and traveled around the world without restraint.
"… "
The ink carp turned its head slightly, and it was hot from the base of the ear to the pinna.
The black dragon's body was wrapped around the golden dragon, and the scales rubbed together, and it actually felt like it. It's really weird, the body formed by the dark cloud is not your own, it is completely aura, how can there be a tingling taste
Like a skin-to-skin relationship, the golden dragon is warm and the black dragon is cold.
The warmth seems to be able to penetrate through the scales and has been ironed to the heart.
Until now, that feeling has stayed with me—
No, isn't he lying on Meng Qi's back now? Clothes are soaking wet, and it is no different from a skin-to-skin kiss. Neither the human shape nor the dragon shape can be regarded as their true colors. The dragon veins are mountains and rivers.
The two mountains collided and I was afraid that something was going to happen.
It is not uncommon for two rivers to meet. When the Wei River and the Jing River meet, there is a distinct spectacle, half clear and half turbid. The two irrelevant coexist in the river, until they flow far enough to blend with each other.
This shows that there is no distinction on the surface, but the water flow has long been below the river surface... Coming and going...
In order to divert his attention, Mo Li deliberately thought endlessly, but the sky did not follow people's wishes, so thinking about it, the two rivers with good Jing and Wei water turned into two dragons, approaching from different directions, and at first they were just scales. Squeeze against each other, and gradually don't distinguish each other... each other...
What is this called!
The ink carp's eyes straightened.
As a doctor, even if he wasn't married, he knew the difference between men and women.
In fact, he also knows the things between men and men.
Master Confucius had no distinctions, and Qin Lu practiced medicine without caring about the patient's status. In the world, there is a harmony between yin and yang, and occasionally there are romantic affairs between two women and two men. Those women who wear mirrors are fine. They don't need to find a doctor. Men are different. Mr. Qin has really cured a lot of people.
Mo Li was a disciple of Qin Lu, and he did not fail to learn what he should learn, and he knew the diseases caused by special reasons.
The patient can be ashamed, the doctor can avoid the doctor, but the doctor cannot.
However, something that was not taken seriously before was suddenly replaced by two dragons, and when he thought of the tingling touch that made his scalp numb, the ink carp was a little bit bad.
He tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, but he was a little panicked, and he didn't understand why these thoughts suddenly appeared. If it wasn't for being a doctor and proficient in pharmacology, he would have suspected that Meng Qi had given himself some ecstasy.
Lying on Meng Qi's back, he became more and more uncomfortable.
The body gradually stiffened, and the breathing was slightly short.
The smell of Meng Qi poured in without any hindrance. It was completely different from the previous feeling. Mo Li faintly felt that the smell seemed to be swallowed by himself.
But this breath made him feel close again, like the wind in the mountains and the moonlight in the dark night.
"Have you recovered all your memories?"
"Yes, I would like to thank the doctor for his excellent medical skills..."
Mo Li interrupted Meng Qi without hesitation, shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with my medical skills."
Half of Meng Qi's illness was a knot in his heart, and half might be due to the mercury contaminating the Dragon Claw Peak from Emperor Li's Mausoleum. Even if you don't take medicine, the symptoms will gradually reduce over time, and eventually the memory will be restored.
"No matter what, the doctor has helped me a lot, but the kindness is hard to repay." Meng Qiwen said politely.
It is said that life-saving grace can be promised in person.
Is it a life saver to stop yourself from killing someone else? Is it a life saver? Forget it, don't think about it, definitely not.
Meng Qi's head was still a little confused. He was reminiscing about the bits and pieces after his encounter with the doctor. One moment he was annoyed by his clumsiness, and the next moment he was complacent because of his decisiveness.
In exchange for the Taijing dragon veins with memory, he would never dare to show his admiration for the ink carp.
After all, he is a senior and a dragon vein of Taijing. How can he lose face to pursue another dragon vein that has never been in the world? He should take the younger generation around, teach and take care of the younger generation, so that he can learn how to get along with mortals without getting hurt... Why did he keep stealing from himself
Meng Qi thought happily that fortunately, he had no scruples about his amnesia.
Even better, the black carp is not a real new dragon vein and knows nothing about the world.
Mo Li has a good teacher and a set of principles for life and doing things.
This is all destiny.
The smile on Meng Qi's lips soon disappeared, and he thought of the Qingwu ancestor.
- Offending Longmai, still want to get out of Shangyun Mountain
The aura spread with the torrential rain, and lush vegetation quickly grew in the valley, quietly destroying the original mountain road under the cover of the rain curtain. The stone was overturned, and the pavilion on the roadside for people to rest was full of vines, and it was densely wrapped in several layers, plus a few new poplar trees. .
The ancestor of Qingwu injured his meridians in the fight just now. Wherever he dared to walk around, he must hide somewhere to heal.
Meng Qi glanced at the sky.
The rain fell because of aura, and he could barely influence it.
The rain was heavier, and the wind was blowing in bursts, and the naked eye could see the torrential rain beating again and again.
"Doctor, let's find a place to avoid?" Meng Qi turned to protect the person on his back and stood against the wind.
Mo Li felt that the rain was a little too much, and was about to speak, but the wind forced a handful of hair into his mouth.
"… "
He stretched out his hand embarrassedly and pushed his hair out, and what was even more embarrassing was that the hair was not only his own, but also Meng Qi's. The ink carp could only lift its neck a little, but the rain covered his face again.
It sucks not being able to use your inner strength in a storm.
"It's time to avoid it, how's Brother Meng?"
When Mo Li said it for the first time, he found that the sound of thunder and rain completely covered his voice, so he had to lower his body again and ask Meng Qi's ear.
"What?" Meng Qi stabilized calmly, his words were clear, and his breath was not chaotic.
"I can't use my inner strength for the time being, what about Brother Meng?"
Of course Meng Qi was fine, but he couldn't say that.
"It's not a big problem, just a little headache. I don't know the doctor's condition. It seems that it was affected by the spiritual energy of Shangyun Mountain, so I didn't dare to use my inner strength to avoid the rain."
While speaking, Meng Qi simply put the ink carp down and changed his back to a hug.
The ink carp was taken aback, but couldn't stop it.
He has seen a lot of picking up patients. Meng Qi is well-intentioned, and there is no slippery pole here.
But why is this posture so uncomfortable
Mo Li felt more and more strange in his heart, and always felt that after Meng Qi regained his memory, it was different from before. The tone of voice is still the same when he speaks, and his eyes have not changed. However, the details that he hadn't noticed before came into view one after another, and he was very concerned about it. What is going on? Could it be that the dragon vein itself has the characteristics of attracting the same kind, and it can't play out if its memory is incomplete
How ridiculous.
A flash of lightning across the sky seemed to hit the trees on the edge of the valley.
Mo Li immediately came back to his senses and urged, "Go quickly, don't stop here."
Whether it's a fish or a dragon vein, it can't withstand a thunderbolt.
Meng Qi hurried all the way holding the ink carp, and pressed the head of the ink carp into his arms, and picked up the wet clothes to block the ink carp. The rain was so heavy, this blocking method was useless at all, but Meng Qi couldn't stand it, so what Mo Li wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he was in a weird mood.
Why is this scene so familiar
It is said that when someone turned into a gerbil, Doctor Mo also carried the fat rat into his arms.
Fish can't be carried in their arms, so should they use people
Mo Li was not very happy, and almost turned into a fish for Meng Qi to see. Anyway, the rain was so heavy that the ground had already turned into a river, so he would be more comfortable in abandoning the human form!
As soon as the thought occurred, Mo Li turned his head and glanced at the ground with difficulty.
"… "
Forget it, he has no hobby of thrashing in muddy water.
The stagnant water was so turbid that it was all washed out mud.
"Where's the ancestor of Qingwu?" Mo Li became calm and thought of this calamity.
Meng Qi said casually: "I took advantage of the influx of spiritual energy to make the vegetation grow wild, and temporarily trapped him in the valley."
Mo Li asked suspiciously, "Even if you block it, you won't be able to trap a martial arts master, right?"
"So he can only be sleepy for a while. He is injured and must not dare to act rashly, and these trees do not grow at will." Meng Qi said firmly, "Have you heard of the Eight Arrays?"
Although Meng Qi is not a figure like the mastermind, he is not a surprising person when he fought for the emperor of Chu Yuan, but he does not know how to learn, he has learned in battle, those who are regarded as magical Dunjia he also learned.
The formation method can't be placed on the spot, it needs to have a convenient location.
Unfortunately, this valley just fits.
Among the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain, there are not as many as ten places suitable for formation, and there are spiritual caves without exception. There is no mystery in the formation method. It mainly uses people's visual gap and keeps going the wrong way. Because when you get lost, you can use the sun, moon and stars to judge the direction. Therefore, the position of the formation is also very particular, which can make people go further and further away. A certain infinite loop of the road spins.
As for the sudden gust of wind in the formation, the sudden whistling of ghosts in the dark wind, etc., it is the influence of rocks and orientation. Some places coincide with the tuyere, and at a certain time, a strong wind will pour in, and the rock will be drilled to make a hole, so that the wind will penetrate each other, and the sound will be very shrill.
If the location is right, the material of the stone is also special and even more strange.
When the sun hits the rocks, the heat increases and the rocks make weird noises even when there is no wind.
Sometimes it is like a group of people whispering, sometimes it is like the roar of sea water, and there are also strange rocks near the ancient battlefield.
"Small skill ears, nothing to talk about." Meng Qi said casually.
He made rapid progress in his learning of Qimen Dunjia, almost completed it in one go, so much that he did not mention anything about being praised by Mr. Yin, the first mastermind of Emperor Chu Yuan's command.
Isn't it right that Longmai understands this
If it wasn't for his amnesia and his ability to forget this, he would be able to use the natural maze of Shimo Mountain to completely trap Sang Daochang's group of Jianghu people, so that they would die without knowing how they died.
Mo Li's feeling is a little complicated, someone has really changed.
In the past, when Meng Qi said that it was nothing to talk about, in fact, he was proud of himself - Mo Li didn't have to think about it, he automatically replaced it with the soft and round fat mouse, and he knew it immediately.
Just now Meng Qi said it was nothing to talk about, but he really thought so.
But this is a mysterious and mysterious theory that even Mr. Qin can't grasp, and Mo Li can't help but be amazed.
Meng Qi didn't know what Mo Li was thinking, so he continued: "I am older than the doctor, so I know that these are the things that should be done. If the doctor wants to learn, I will teach them all."
The older is the older, what is the big deal, the age of the dragon veins does not count at all!
After Meng Qi regained his memory, he confidently made up for the shortcoming of age.
"… "
Okay, nothing has changed, it's still that smug fat rat.
Mo Li thought, not proud of being proficient in thaumaturgy, but being able to teach himself pride because he knows more than himself, what does this mean
Meng Qi hugged the person without looking sideways, and quickly "found" a cave.
Mo Li also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bring out my silver needles." Mo Li was fortunate to bring a pack of silver needles with him when he left Liuhe Temple.
"In clothes?"
Meng Qi asked knowingly, his clothes were soaking wet, and it was clear at a glance where something was hidden.
He glanced at the position three inches below the navel.
Ink carp: "… "
Where are the eyes looking
The clothes are still on the body, but there is an illusion of being stripped naked.
Mo Li's concept of dressing is only "respectful". A gentleman pays attention to seeing no evil, and someone like Meng Qi is definitely not a gentleman. He thought it was very inappropriate, but Meng Qi was inappropriate and more than that, Mo Li should not have cared about it, but after being looked at like this, he felt annoyed for no reason.
This is so new!
Meng Qi was very calm. He was also wearing soaked clothes without covering them. Not only was he embarrassed, he also looked very "rude". If the doctor is angry, you can look back! He is not afraid of being seen!
Ink carp: "… "
Today he seems to be speechless a lot!
The same dragon veins, why is there a difference in body shape
Could it be that the size of the mountain range and the amount of aura are related to a certain part
"Silver Needle." Mo Li decided not to compare with Meng Qi.
Meng Qi slowly stretched out his hand and took out the acupuncture bag from Mo Carp's clothes.
After being drenched in the rain for so long, Meng Qi's palm was still warm, Mo Li's chest was very cold, and his clothes were against his skin. He shivered when he probed him like this.
"doctor?"
"fine."
Mo Li was puzzled. Before, he took the pulse for Meng Qi and carried the fat mouse in his arms. Why didn't he feel this way? Why was Meng Qi's body trembling instinctively when he was touched
There was an unspeakable numbness in the back of my head.
At this time, Meng Qi found that the firewood he carried on his body was wet, so he could only go into the cave to find dry firewood and vines, and then use his inner strength to make a fire. After a lot of tossing, Mo Li used the silver needle.
The wormwood was thrown from the fire, and the cave smelled of choking.
The insects and ants were also smoked away, and Mo Li gave the silver needle to Meng Qi and instructed him to pierce a few acupoints for himself.
The acupoint recognition is very accurate, and the strength is the same as said, and the effect is indescribable.
If the ink carp is replaced, the silver needle will be pulled out, and it will take less than half an hour to open the air artery and restore it to the original. As a result, it will take about an hour now, and I can barely be a doctor in an emergency.
Even if it is a genius doctor, there is no talent!
Mo Li thoughtfully didn't say it, but he was not good at concealing his expression. Meng Qi knew from his reaction that he was probably not doing well enough, and he was suddenly a little annoyed.
Just now I said that I have lived for a long time and learned a lot, and I can teach my lover Qimen Dunjia, but I was stumped by acupuncture in a blink of an eye.
"Why don't the doctor say it again and I try again?"
"...Brother Meng, I want to regain my inner strength as soon as possible."
As soon as Mo Li finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud noise in the distance, followed by the cave shaking a few times.
The sand and stones fell one after another, and Meng Qi quickly protected the person.
"It's not thunder!" Mo Li struggled to get up, because he didn't know whether it was a flash flood or a ground movement, so he quickly looked at Meng Qi's face.
The latter's anger almost turned into substance.
"It's gunpowder, someone is blowing up Emperor Li's Mausoleum!"