It is not difficult to meet Meng Guoshi.
The difficulty is that the national teacher has no clothes to wear!
Rao is a black carp, and he couldn't help showing a hint of embarrassment.
"Master, let's be honest."
Always feeling that the gerbil in his arms was heavy, Mo Li said bravely, "I passed by the nearby county before, something happened, Brother Meng went to check the situation."
The ink carp almost said it was watching the fun.
Although watching the fun is more in line with Meng Qi's temperament, monk Yuanzhi doesn't know. In front of others, you have to save some face for Meng Qi.
The gerbil grabbed the front of the ink carp's coat with its small paws, thinking that it was really embarrassing for the doctor.
- He was clearly here, and the doctor was forced to lie.
It is not easy for a doctor who upholds the way of a gentleman to speak nonsense with his eyes open.
That is, for yourself, if you change someone, the doctor will not violate the principle. Meng Qi thought happily and contentedly.
"Nearby the county?" Monk Yuanzhi was puzzled, obviously he didn't know the mess that many Jianghu forces were making.
Fortunately, Yuanzhi was old and had a lot of experience and knowledge. He saw that Mo Li did not intend to elaborate, so he did not ask.
"Amitabha, I don't know when Meng Guoshi has free time, Lao Na can wait."
"Why don't we meet here tomorrow?"
Mo Li actually wanted to talk about the day after tomorrow. After all, it is not easy to sew clothes, but when he thought about the visit of the monk Yuanzhi, behind him was the Ning family who was guarding Xuanchuan Pass.
In the event that the God-given Wang Xingbing in the southwest attacked Xuanchuan Pass, Yuanzhi would have been able to help him if he went back earlier, so as not to be delayed here for a long time.
"Actually... Master don't need to worry too much, Brother Meng has already faded out of the court, and he has no idea about the situation in the world." Mo Li explained with a bit of embarrassment.
Yuan Zhi was surprised when he heard this.
In these years, it is a last resort to make more detours when speaking. How can anyone bluntly put the words "I'm afraid you have ambitions, you want to make waves"? It wasn't a meeting, it was a revenge. To test whether others are interested in the world requires clever use of metaphors. This is a science, and you can find excellent examples by looking through history books.
Yuan Zhi was a monk, and he didn't have the ability to speak nicely and beautifully. He could only honestly say everything he could say, such as the current situation of the Ning family and his own identity. Also to avoid any misunderstandings, temptation to go around in circles and the like to delay time.
In the end, the ink carp was even more direct than him!
It's okay to say the words that can't be declared in the mouth, but it is still said on behalf of Meng Qi.
The relationship between the two must be unusual, and ordinary people will never interfere in this kind of thing.
Yuan Zhi is not sure whether they are close friends without gaps, or whether they have their own calculations. Are these words true or false
The old monk grimaced.
Mo Li paused, realizing that he had overstepped.
Others came to look for Meng Qi from thousands of miles to protect the country, and it was impossible not to meet him, because he put down his burden and went back with peace of mind after saying a word. The relationship between myself and Meng Qi, others do not know, it is difficult to understand. What is the friendship between dragon veins called? What happened to the heart between the dragon veins
This is his and Meng Qi's secret, there is no need for others to understand.
Or sew clothes and let the national teacher appear in person!
Mo Li nodded to the monk Yuanzhi, and said a little apologetically: "It's me who said too much, Master don't have to worry, I will invite Brother Meng to come here to meet Master tomorrow at noon."
The monk quickly clapped his hands in thanks.
When I looked up again, I only felt a cool breeze, and Mo Li had already performed light work and walked away without even seeing a shadow.
The old monk vaguely felt that he had said something wrong.
***
In front of the ruined Temple of the Earth, a group of men in black appeared silently.
They discerned the traces on the ground and quickly dispersed around, only the leading swordsman walked slowly to the table and sat down.
The knifeman was injured.
There was a long and narrow wound on his left shoulder, he tore open the front of his shirt, and smeared gold sore medicine with one hand.
Even on a sultry summer night with no one around, the swordsman still did not take off his cumbersome face-covering hat.
In the rice shop before, the swordsman had a melee with many masters of Fengxing Pavilion, and neither side got any benefits. Most of the people in Fengxing Pavilion were injured, and the mysterious swordsman of Piaoping Pavilion suffered serious internal injuries and could only retreat temporarily.
The swordsman is one enemy, and the accompanying Piaopingge killer took the opportunity to dig the rice shop three feet into the ground.
They were one step ahead of Fengxing Pavilion and found the Temple of the Earth where Meng Qi and others once stayed.
Only the body of a dead man was left in the Temple of the Earth.
The swordsman calmly gave himself the medicine, not caring at all about the corpse lying next to him.
After a while, several men in black came back from outside the temple.
"people?"
The swordsman's voice was hoarse, like the sound of branches scraping on sandpaper.
The black-clothed killers shook their heads in unison, with a little panic in their eyes.
The swordsman stretched out his hand and pointed at the corpse, then closed his eyes to adjust his breath,
Only then did a few black-clothed killers stand up, carefully walk around the corpse a few times, then undress the corpse, pressing the wound and neck of the corpse, just like an autopsy.
Soon they came to a conclusion, they looked at each other, threw the body away, and went out of the temple gate again.
After a stick of incense, the black-clothed killers reappeared with an embarrassed figure.
It was none other than the dead man who was let go by Meng Qi.
The dead man killed his companions, thinking that he could catch a big fish with the secret of the account book, but no one came. As a result, God decided that the bad luck of the dead man was not over yet, and the Piaoping Pavilion killer came after him and captured him in one fell swoop.
After the dead man woke up, he scolded his mother in his heart.
He believed that the hiding place he was looking for was very hidden, and he also made many specious clues. How could these people accurately go to the tree to arrest people
"Who are you?"
The dead men struggled, trying to discern where they came from.
As a result, these people were like a group of mute, mute, until they threw him to the ground.
"… "
His eyes met the pale and stiff face of the corpse, and the dead man was shocked.
In summer, the corpse decomposes very quickly. In just one night, it emits an unpleasant odor, and mosquitoes and flies are buzzing.
The black-clothed killers seemed to be unaware of these, they remained silent, with a strange sense of oppression.
The heart of the dead man sank suddenly, he knew that he had encountered the worst situation and fell into the hands of the people in Piaoping Pavilion.
The swordsman suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the dead man's neck, lifted him up, and said word by word, "The account book."
In fact, the dead man was much taller than the swordsman, but he was lying on the ground before, but now he was mentioned like this, with his two legs bent behind him, this unnatural awkward posture made him scream, followed by the bones. The crackling sound of breaking.
"The account book of the Si family." The swordsman repeated in a hoarse voice.
The dead man screamed and struggled: "It was taken away by that person, those two people who appeared in the rice shop."
"lie!"
The swordsman tightened his fingers, the dead man's eyes turned white, and his two hands desperately tried to break the swordsman's hand that was pinching his throat.
"...Really, in the secret compartment of the rice shop... We haven't got it yet, they are one step ahead..."
The dead man made a sound intermittently, the swordsman loosened his hand, and the dead man fell heavily to the ground.
Before he could be glad that the misfortune led to the east, he had deceived this group of people from Piaoping Pavilion, his neck suddenly felt cold, and then he felt himself flying backwards quickly.
- His eyes saw his back.
A broken neck spewing blood, a swaying headless body, and an extra knife in the hands of the man in the hat.
"boom."
Two consecutive sounds, the former is the head hitting the wall, the latter is the body fell to the ground.
The swordsman raised his hand and pressed the bamboo hat, and strode out of the temple gate.
"Burn this temple down and get rid of the people from Fengxing Pavilion."
***
"There is fire."
Mo Li put down the needle, thread and cloth in his hand and looked into the distance, he saw thick smoke billowing.
Although the distance is far, but that is the direction they came from.
Mo Li went all the way to the deep mountains, because he was worried that something would pop out in the dark and take the fat mouse away, so he kept the gerbil in his arms from beginning to end, not even showing his head. So Meng Qi didn't quite know where this place was. Anyway, when he was put down, it was a cave.
The cave is located in the middle of the valley, and there is no way to go, unless there is an extremely light skill like Moli, and there are trees everywhere, which is very hidden.
After changing back into human form, Meng Qi quickly put on the underwear that Mo Li had thrown over.
No, it's actually just pants.
Can't sew clothes naked, what's the decency
Anyway, there is infuriating body protection, not afraid of mosquitoes.
"There seems to be something wrong under the mountain."
"Eighty percent of the guys who sell news and eat for dinner have a fight with the Piaopingge killer, or they have found some clues, and they don't want to leave the clues to each other." Meng Qi said without looking up.
Meng Guoshi, who is famous and famous, only wears obscene clothes, and he sews clothes with his head down honestly.
These days, even gerbils can't be lazy anymore! Knowing this, what kind of cloth should I buy? Is it not good to buy a set of ready-to-wear directly in the cloth village
Yesterday, Meng Qi swaggered through the market in a cloth, but today Meng Qi, who was stabbed into a sieve with his fingers, was expressionless.
Looking at the sewn sleeves, the two "black centipedes" were lying on the muslin and could only be removed reluctantly.
The stitches are uneven and cannot be worn.
Since you want to appear as a national teacher, how can you wear clothes with skewed needlework? Even if the doctor agrees, he is not happy.
Being able to patch, and being able to make clothes are two completely different things.
How on earth did those embroiderers make the clothes so that the stitches could not be seen at all
Meng Qi fell into deep thought.
"Something's wrong, why is there fire in the mountains?" Mo Li was full of doubts.
Didn't the old shopkeeper of the wild store say that this place is inaccessible
Hearing this, Meng Qi pushed aside the bushes and looked at the firelight slowly approaching from all directions in the mountain.
This is clearly a crowd and torches!
In the middle of the night, what's the matter with such a posture of searching the mountains
The two who had been touching the dark to make clothes looked at each other.
Getting closer and closer, even the ink carp couldn't help touching the handle of the knife in his sleeve.
—Is it for the account book of Sijia Rice Shop? Still know Meng Qi's identity
More and more torches were held high, the birds perched on the trees were startled, and the mountain walls were illuminated by fire.
At the same time, Mo Li also saw the person who came with the torch.
There are men, women, young and old, and people in all kinds of attire. They pluck up grass, leaves and shrubs, fix torches in the cracks of the stone, and then sit around in twos and threes, spreading the baggage they brought on the ground, like a market place, and there are others. Directly shouted.
"Bayuntang keepsake, take it away when you see it, the price is easy to say."
"The waist card of the little novice in Hengchang Temple, come to know the goods."
"The recommendation letter from Prince Wu's Mansion is genuine. Don't leave. If you have this, you will have the official family meal. Don't look down on the official family meal. Who hasn't had a golden pot to wash their hands and quit the martial arts pension-"
"Selling blood clothes, the blood clothes of the disciples of the Spring Mountain sect, look at the front of this shirt, the mark of the Spring Mountain sect is on it, as long as you get a gang that has a grudge against the Chunshan sect, you can make friends, eat and drink, and lie like you can make it up. Take the reward. This senior, don't you want one?"
The fat mouse and fish squatting in the cave halfway up the mountain: "..."
This is the wrong place to sew clothes!
Is it too late to find another one now