"It's not like that."
Meng Qi immediately shied the responsibility and insisted that it was the monk Yuanzhi who suddenly became enlightened and realized the truth of Zen.
Ink carp will be suspicious.
How can an ugly dress make people see through the world
Mo Li's eyes fell on Meng Qi, and thoughtfully said: "Last night, when you were shopping for clothes, you were still resisting, and suddenly you became confident. When you came over just now, your expression was the same as when you went to rob General Liu's purse before. ."
It's as easy as scouring the bag.
It's a pity that Mo Li was curious, but he was worried that the person Yuan Zhi wanted to meet was Meng Qi, the former national teacher.
Maybe there is a third person, Yuan Zhi refuses to say a lot
Unexpectedly, after meeting for a cup of tea, there was an accident.
"It's not clothes, that's what you told him? Explain why you wear this kind of clothes?" Mo Li vaguely felt the truth. He felt that Meng Qi would definitely find a way to save face. The two people who met for the first time, except for What can I say about greetings? It's not just to explain the clothes and clothes in the hands, and the purpose of this time.
If monk Yuanzhi wants to break through in martial arts, he can't go anywhere, and he has to be in front of Meng Qi
To know that they are still unknown to the enemy.
The culprit may not be the bright red robe, but it must be related to Meng Qi!
Facing Mo Li's determined gaze, what was surging in Meng Qi's chest was not guilt, but pride.
—Look, after his own words and deeds along the way, the doctor has been able to take charge of himself.
Peeling the silk and drawing the cocoon to see the true chapter, seeing the whole situation, regardless of whether you are walking the rivers and lakes or wandering the world, this ability is essential.
Well, it would be nice if it wasn't used on myself. Meng Qi's eyes wandered and he said vaguely, "I just talked to the master about the fading of the clothes."
"You can say it a little more clearly." Mo Li saw through someone's avoidance and took it lightly.
Meng Qi couldn't, so he had to take out the limericks that he made up.
The ink carp was silent for a long time.
Meng Qi was a little flustered, and quickly said: "Isn't it normal for the clothes to fade with water and fade over time? I have long been a faded and useless clothes, and it doesn't look like I forcibly put it on, but it's just How do I know that this old monk suddenly had an epiphany?"
Mo Li felt that Meng Qi was right. The monks and scholars in the classics and miscellaneous books talked about Buddhist verses and attacking Jifeng, and they all came and went.
Wait, he was surrounded by Meng Qi.
Mo Li suddenly returned to his senses, the key was not Jifeng Buddha's verse at all, but Meng Qi's habit of babbling, and the boat capsized by accident.
"How many days will it take to break through the realm of martial arts?" Meng Qi asked humbly.
There is no realm in the dragon veins. Their bodies do not have bottlenecks. They just need to keep practicing martial arts to accumulate spiritual energy and use them as internal strength.
Mo Li had a teacher anyway, and Meng Qi relied on self-study, so naturally he wasn't sure.
"It's hard to say, some people take an hour or two, and some people may take three or five days." Mo Li rubbed his forehead, helpless.
They definitely couldn't just leave Monk Yuanzhi in the woods and walk away.
"someone is coming!"
Meng Qi's ears moved and he looked sharply down the mountain.
***
At noon the scorching sun hung high, scorching the earth.
The birds and beasts in the mountains were nowhere to be seen, and I thought they were looking for a place to escape from the sweltering heat.
Figures suddenly appeared in the silent woods, one after another, passing through the forest very quickly, and the branches and leaves made a rustling sound because of the collision.
The person in the lead was dressed in a mink robe and a hat on his head, covering his face tightly. It was the mysterious swordsman that Fengxing Pavilion was looking for.
The swordsman pressed his palm covered with scars and calluses on the hilt of the sword. The breath on his body became sharper and sharper. The branches in front of him trembled slightly, and then it was divided into two without warning. To.
As the pace of his feet slowed down, the killing intent slowly gathered, and was finally pressed into the scabbard.
The knifeman stopped.
He looked at a footprint on the ground, as if fascinated.
Then step back and look for the previous footprint.
His sudden stop to investigate made all the Piaoping Pavilion killers stop.
The swordsman twisted a handful of hard and dry soil on the ground, and sniffed the tip of his nose. He smelled smoke and ashes.
- After walking in the mountains for so long, the soles still smell like this. Where has the owner of the shoes been
It can only be the Temple of the Earth that was burned by them last night.
"Someone is ahead of us." The swordsman said in a hoarse voice.
When everyone heard the words, they all grabbed their weapons.
They were chasing the clues left by the person who slaughtered the shopkeeper of Sijia Mipu. Although Meng Qi Moli's martial arts were high, it was impossible to completely erase the traces. In particular, Meng Qi and the two stayed near the town for so long, and they also dealt with the Four Gangs and Twelve Guilds. They went to the ghost market last night. Together, these clues were enough for Piaoping Pavilion to chase them here.
It's just that they didn't expect that someone else would take the lead.
The swordsman continued to look at the footprints, as if to judge the person's martial arts cultivation.
His eyebrows were wrinkled deeper and deeper, these footprints were very strange, the distance between them was not big, and they were like ordinary people walking, as if they were completely incapable of effort.
This is a mountainous area, the ground is uneven, and it is extremely difficult to walk with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Who would have the patience to toss slowly
"Walk."
The swordsman's eyes were fixed on the ground, and he continued to hurry forward while observing the footprints.
What he cared about was that the distance between the footprints did not change, but the depth was gradually increasing, and the person walking seemed to use a lot of strength to stabilize his body in the end.
The deepest part of the footprint is at the arch of the foot, which means that it is the force exerted by the person walking, neither the oncoming thrust nor the thrust imposed by the person behind.
There were no traces of fighting left on the ground.
A person who walks without internal strength, why does he suddenly increase the strength of his steps
The swordsman was thinking, and a frightening bird suddenly flew up from the top of the mountain in front, followed by wild beasts fleeing in a panic.
"This… "
The swordsman was full of surprise.
Like those wood, a Piaoping Pavilion killer who ordered a movement raised his head one after another, showing a look of fear.
They have killed many people with higher martial arts skills than themselves, and martial arts masters are also human beings. When there is always negligence, they are not afraid of any masters.
The more people are killed, the more people will gradually lose their senses, the whole person will be confused, and they will not even be able to tell whether they are dead or alive. This is also related to the rules of Piaoping Pavilion. They can only come out for activities when they have a task. On weekdays, they are like mice who can't see the sun in the hole.
At this moment, this powerful and unparalleled aura is like a basin of cold water poured down on the head.
- In front of such a master, if you run a little slower, your life will be lost, and you will have no chance to turn back and assassinate.
This is not someone they can deal with at all. The Piaoping Pavilion killers are also graded, and they should not take this kind of work at this level.
"Steady." The swordsman shouted in a low voice.
The killers reluctantly calmed down, and their dull heads finally remembered that this trip was not to make money from work, but to order them to come out and eradicate the Jianghu people who were unfavorable to Piaoping Pavilion.
If the task cannot be completed, it is better to go back to life than to die.
"Leader, let's have a long-term plan?" A killer said in a panic, suppressing the fear in his heart.
The swordsmen looked at everyone with cold eyes, and they saw their scalps turn cold.
After a long time, the swordsman said in a hoarse voice, "Wait to withdraw to the foot of the mountain."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in an instant and quickly backed away, without asking the leader where to go and whether the leader could come back safely.
The swordsman stood alone under the scorching sun, his clothes were torn from the sun, and the cloth towel and hat that covered his head and face could be described as airtight, and ordinary people could not wear it for a quarter of an hour, but the figure of the swordsman had a kind of saying no. The desolation and silence that came out.
"Snapped."
Suddenly there was a crack on the ground that was split open by the invisible knife gas, and the gravel rolled into the shallow pit.
The swordsman who was standing there had gone far away. He performed light work and quickly walked through the forest. The breath on his body did not hold back, but became more and more high.
The overwhelming killing intent swept up like a tide.
The monk Yuanzhi, who was meditating to break through the realm, was immediately affected, his eyebrows wrinkled, and white mist appeared on his bald head.
The white fog is caused by the agitation of internal forces. Because the sky is too hot, the scorching sunlight makes the leaves and stones seem to be slightly twisted, so this white fog also flutters, flickering from left to right, and flickering has never left Yuan. The head of the wise monk.
Meng Qi: "..."
Ink carp: "… "
This picture looks like the soul of the monk Yuanzhi going out of his body, and the soul wants to transform into an illusory human shape, but the scorching sun almost makes the soul fly away.
"The visitor is not good, Brother Meng, be careful."
Mo Li clasped the bladeless knife in his sleeve and looked vigilantly in the direction of the murderous aura.
Meng Qi moved faster, and the man turned over onto the tree.
If you stand and look far away, and you can't see your face from a distance, this dress with uneven color distribution doesn't look so ugly.
The swordsman stepped on the gentle slope with murderous intent.
The six eyes met, all stunned.
Meng Qi wondered how someone could show his identity as a killer so directly. Although he covered his face, it was no different from writing on his face.
Mo Li wondered if this person had a stubborn illness that could not be seen, how could he dress so tightly in the hot summer
The swordsman's heart is really the worst case, the two unknown masters he originally wanted to track, plus a master who chased people in front of them.
Meng Qi's figure moved with the ups and downs of the branches.
In the blink of an eye, it was close at hand, and a dark purple sword light shot up into the sky.
The swordsman retreated.
Meng Qi didn't really catch up, so he grabbed a sword flower and carried the sword behind his back.
The swordsman saw that the soft sword was shaken from Meng Qi's waist.
Pink clothes, purple sword, coupled with this peerless and rare face, the state of a hermit living far away from the world.
"… "
The swordsman was silent, and suddenly wanted to go down the mountain.
"I don't say a word, I don't speak, I seem to be a nobody." Meng Qi sighed.
Although Mo Li didn't understand why Master Yuanzhi broke through the realm here so well, but the murderous aura of the swordsman is obviously not good intentions.
Mo Li took a few steps forward, just blocking the path for the swordsman to attack the monk Yuanzhi.
"You must have a name when you are in the world." Meng Qi looked at the swordsman with interest.
This mysterious man's martial arts is very high, and Meng Qi's murderous aura is only seen in Meng Qi's life.
Even Meng Qi, it is difficult to meet such a master.
-Being able to overthrow the elders of the big sects, Mr. Cai is not enough to see in front of him.
Experts of this level, whether they have practiced martial arts or used tricks, have long been out of the one-on-one category, because a single enemy is basically impossible to pose a threat to them, so even if they are unlucky like a swordsman, they encounter three in one breath. A master may not have the ability to counter or escape.
Of course, it is impossible to win.
But isn't the old monk Yuanzhi a breakthrough? Meng Qi also didn't want the swordsman to go to Mo Li, so he said inside and out, all in order to let the other side shoot himself.
"Piaoping Pavilion is really stingy. A killer with a splendid reputation, isn't it a golden sign? Why is it so secretive that he doesn't even want to reveal his name?" Meng Qi looked at the swordsman and shook his head rather critically. Shaking his head, he continued, "I'm still dressed like this, I'm almost writing on my face."
"What word?" Mo Li asked in a timely manner.
The doctor doesn't want to make fun of it either, but isn't this delaying time? Master Yuanzhi is still smoking!
After martial arts practice, each breakthrough is like a test of life and death.
If you accidentally get really angry, you will go crazy, and the light ones will go crazy and lose their minds if they are seriously injured within a few years.
The fat rat "forced" people to break through martial arts, and Mo Li subconsciously felt that he was responsible.
"Is it written 'I am the killer'?"
When Meng Qi heard the words, he nodded his head and said: "Yes, I also wrote 'I don't want to show my face, I have no name, I kill people like numbness, those who stand in my way die, I don't want to do anything today, just get the account book and I can go back to my life'."
Mo Li looked at the swordsman with only one pair of eyes in disbelief.
Forget the previous one, how did the last sentence come out
"Brother Meng, you are wrong." Mo Li took a deep breath and continued to drag the time.
"Oh, what do you say?"
"One face can't hold so many words."
Swordsman: "..."
Forget it, draw the knife.