Laugh after laugh, but people can't let it go.
"There must be something wrong with that swordsman."
The ink carp couldn't forget the existence of that spiritual energy, and turned around to chase after it.
Meng Qi reluctantly followed Mo Li, and said while chasing, "Perhaps he has a box with spiritual medicine in his arms. The box was broken during the fight, and the spiritual energy leaked out."
"Elixir the size of a thumb?" Mo Li asked back.
The swordsman was originally wearing a hoodie and a bucket hat, and his face was still covered tightly. When he escaped, he was almost naked. If he really had something as big as a box in his arms, would he not be able to see it? At most, there are some small objects such as porcelain bottles and fire zhezi, and the longer the age, the better the effect of elixir.
This is not a strange novel. After picking up a Zhuguo in the mountains and eating it, I was completely reborn.
"The spiritual energy is endless, if it is a spiritual medicine, it is definitely still alive."
The medicine that is taken off and put in the box has absolutely no such vitality.
Meng Qi had nothing to say and could only be sullen.
Mo Li noticed his strangeness and wondered: "If it is a spiritual medicine, it is even more necessary to find out his origin? Why are you unhappy?"
"It may not be what it was supposed to be."
Meng Qi has been a national teacher for decades, and he has seen many strange things, but he has never seen a monster.
He didn't think the swordsman was the only exception, but seeing the vague expectations of Mo Li, Meng Qi could only swallow his words.
As a dragon vein, he understands this expectation.
- That swordsman is not important, the important thing is that if the treasures of heaven and earth can also be transformed into spiritual energy, wouldn't the spiritual medicine in the mountain have the same chance
Who doesn't have a few excellent elixir at home? These elixir will always be subconsciously favored by the dragon pulse.
It's just that what Meng Qi values most now is not at home, but in front of him.
Originally, the two of them traveled with each other, and they were free to go wherever they wanted. However, after this incident, it is very likely that it will become a "qualified" elixir, carefully dug up with the soil, and then hug and hold them with great pains, and "abduct" them back home.
In that case, thinking about it makes me worry.
Towing a horse-drawn cart with earth and earth, what should I do if I encounter a dead man who is desperate? Can you protect it
It's not good to lose any one, and it hurts no matter which one is injured.
Qimao Mountain is far away in Pingzhou, and Taijing is not too close to here. It is by no means easy to transport the elixir back intact.
The combination of these problems finally caused Meng Qi to be unhappy. He had finally sent the carriage out before.
Horses can give people away, can elixir
When in danger, gerbils can run and hide, what about the elixir
The gerbil thought, his place in the doctor's arms was at stake.
No, absolutely not. Meng Qi thought about it, he must solve this matter as soon as possible.
Fortunately, the situation is complex and changeable, and you can find genuine reasons at a glance.
Meng Qi cleared his throat and reminded: "The secret hidden in this swordsman is not necessarily what we want to see. Piaoping Pavilion is a chess piece that was laid down early, and it specializes in some dark chess pieces. It is difficult to say that this swordsman is a chess piece. Is it a bait for you and me?"
"Bait?"
For a moment, Mo Li thought that the secret of Longmai's preference for planting elixir was exposed.
Meng Qi slowly shook his head and said softly, "What is the dream of a top expert?"
Power, money, power, higher realms
As long as the first three are willing to work hard, there will always be, but the last one is frustrating.
Martial arts are too high, what does the higher stage look like, people can't see it at all, can't even think about it, how can it be achieved
The masters in this legend have spent their whole lives pursuing the perfection of swords and swords. They live in isolation, watch the clouds rise and disappear, and the tide rises and falls, and they realize the peak of martial arts from a leaf and a breeze. In fact, this is not wrong. Many martial arts masters do this because they are trapped. However, this is wrong again, because they still know where the "Tao" is and where to look for it.
The masters who really can't figure out the way forward are the ancestors of Qingwu, Meng Qi, and monk Yuanzhi.
Thinking of this, Mo Li couldn't help but glanced at the bright red robe on Meng Qi's body.
Time and luck.
The opportunity is hard to find, unpredictable, and without trace, "Doctor?" Meng Qi discovered Mo Li's absence.
"nothing."
The ink carp looked away.
Meng Qi doesn't need a chance to break through, and it doesn't matter to Meng Qi whether his martial skills become higher.
What trapped Meng Qi was the past, the future, this world, and the entire human world.
One of the most troublesome and unbreakable reasons for this predicament is precisely what countless powerful people want to get.
- Longevity, immortality.
There was nothing Mo Li could do about it, because he was the same as Meng Qi.
"Aura is the bait."
Mo Li heard what Meng Qi said.
"Treasures of heaven and earth, heaven and earth... Spiritual energy is invisible to people, but it can sometimes be detected as traces of existence. Jianghu people often beat their heads and blood for martial arts secrets and famous swords, and for masters, those It’s all waste, it’s not as good as a golden armor, a spirit medicine is more attractive. I don’t know what’s going on with the aura on the swordsman, I just think this person is a bit weird.”
This also happened to be the feeling of Mo Li, he pondered: "It's just weird, there is no sense of danger."
Meng Qi nodded reluctantly.
"good."
If there is a sense of danger, he will stop the ink carp from chasing it.
Mo Li hesitated: "That swordsman doesn't seem to know you, and of course he doesn't know me. This kind of bait is meaningless. What if we don't chase it?"
"So bait, coincidence, which answer do you prefer?"
Mo Li didn't want to choose either, he felt that Meng Qi still had nothing to say.
"Guess how many people Qingwu ancestor told his set of fallacies? We are definitely not the only ones, nor the first."
"You mean Piaoping Pavilion too-"
Also believe in the fallacy of Qingwu ancestor's set of dragon slashing that absorbs spiritual energy and can ascend to immortality
Mo Li was surprised, unbelievable but unable to refute.
Because the fallacy of the Qingwu ancestor happened to involve longevity and immortality that people could not refuse.
"I don't necessarily believe it, or I don't believe it. It's hard to say. Before catching up with the swordsman, who can be sure?" Meng Qi thought about it and added, "Of course, this is the worst case. There is no certainty about this, after all, I can't think of how to make an ordinary person have aura."
The ink carp stopped talking.
The wind whistled past his ears, sharp and sharp.
The blazing sun was high in the sky, and the blades didn't move at all. The wind was brought up after they exerted all their energy, and it proved how fast they were at this time.
Rao was like this, but he failed to catch up with the swordsman and the monk Yuanzhi.
The figures of the two fell far ahead and could be seen, but the distance could not be narrowed.
Mo Li deeply realized what a killer's best skill is in addition to killing people and getting away.
- can also be interpreted as escape.
Piaoping Pavilion killer, well-deserved reputation.
At this speed, they quickly left Ershan in the west, and Mo Li vaguely saw a figure passing by.
Those people were dressed in black and hid at the foot of the mountain, maybe they were people who coveted rice shop account books.
The rolled up sand covered the black-clothed killer's face.
They clenched their weapons subconsciously, and after a long time, someone exclaimed: "No, it might be the leader!"
The Piaoping Pavilion killers looked at each other in dismay. The account book was nowhere to be found, and the leader was in trouble. What should they do now? Go back in dismay
Not to mention the punishment after going back, just how to go back is a huge problem.
The killers stared at the sun hanging in the sky, in a trance.
The swordsman who was desperately fleeing in the distance suddenly remembered something, and his face changed suddenly. He quietly aimed at the monk who was chasing after him, and saw the two plumes of smoke falling behind him. The anger in his eyes almost turned into reality.
How long do these three want to chase
He is the one who wants to chase the account book, and he is the one who wants to kill people. He also comes from a mysterious organization of killers that is frightening.
He has killed countless people, and even if he is criticized with the eyes of wicked ways, he can be regarded as an out-and-out executioner.
Cold-blooded and ruthless.
However, the cold-blooded and ruthless killers these days were not feared. They were chased like a rat crossing the street. The person chasing them looked extremely vicious. Even though they were a monk, they were more frightening than the angry-eyed King Kong in the temple.
At this moment, the swordsman who does not believe in Buddhism, God, and even more fate has unprecedented doubts: Maybe next time you go out, you should look at the almanac
Trees, hills, houses were quickly thrown behind.
The four of them ran farther and farther.
The first thing that felt wrong was Meng Qi.
"He's going in circles."
"You are right, we have been walking along the periphery of this mountain." Mo Li confirmed this.
The dragon's judgment on the direction of the mountain can never be wrong.
The monk Yuanzhi in front also gradually felt that something was wrong.
What is the swordsman doing? To lure them all into the trap
The three of them raised their vigilance at the same time. At this time, the speed of the swordsman suddenly slowed down, and he turned around and gave the monk Yuanzhi a knife.
"Um?"
After chasing up to now, the four of them are not exhausted, and it is definitely not a problem to continue to run for hundreds of miles.
The swordsman suddenly turned back and attacked, which was beyond Mo Carp's expectations.
After all, there are three enemies behind, once the speed of escape is delayed, and the swordsman is surrounded by them, it will be difficult to run again.
Yuan Zhi waved his wooden stick to meet him, and his entire body was bulged by too much infuriating energy. This is a mind method of Zen Buddhism. It comes from the sala tree where Shakyamuni sat and transformed. He didn't suddenly gain 30 pounds. , Consumed, pressed like a piece of meat after air-drying, dry. And because of the internal force, the hanging skin will not shrink.
What propped up his body now was the unparalleled internal force, no matter who was next to him, there was absolutely no good fruit to eat.
The swordsman was beaten out three feet away.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to run.
Looking at the fierce and unusual monk Yuanzhi holding a wooden staff, Mo Li couldn't help but wonder: "I thought Master Yuanzhi was chasing after him because the swordsman tried to kill him."
Now this situation seems to be like the swordsman owes the old monk a hundred taels of gold.
This is the debt collector.
Meng Qi proposed another possibility: "Maybe he was caught, and he could exchange for something important."
That's right, Yuanzhi made an agreement with Fengxing Pavilion Master Qiu Jing, that this mysterious swordsman could repay the debt he owed to Fengxing Pavilion in order to find out the whereabouts of Meng Guoshi. Although Meng Qi didn't know about this matter at all, it didn't prevent him from guessing the clue.
Mo Li hurriedly glanced at the blood on the ground.
The blood spat out by the swordsman was bright red, not black.
This means that the internal injury is not serious.
With this delay, Mo Li and Meng Qi caught up a little bit and were closer to the two in front.
The old monk was naked, while the swordsman did not cover his body.
A piece of clothing only has the front cloth to cover the body, and the swordsman still sticks to it.
The swordsman's footsteps are slowing down. He dodged several attacks from Yuanzhi in a hurry. At this time, a familiar forest and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"These are the killers of Piaoping Pavilion." Meng Qi suddenly said.
Yuanzhi danced the wooden stick like a tiger, and the swordsman dodged left and right, still insisting on running forward.
In the end, he didn't hesitate to roll on the spot and slammed forward with force, finally breaking out of Yuanzhi's internal slap range.
It was just this action that caused his shirt to be caught by the thorns on the ground. With a tearing sound, it was completely divided into two parts. At the same time, the trousers on the left also suffered. The swordsman became the second shirtless man. , and his pants became rags.
Ink carp: "… "
At this point, the black mask was still well tied around the neck of the swordsman.
Killers whose throats were filled with sand: "..."
Watching the smoke and dust roll away, suddenly a killer woke up from a dream and rushed towards the thorn bush with a strange cry.
His arm was scratched with blood and dripping with thorns, but he still desperately rummaged through the scraps of cloth left by the swordsman.
Followed by the second awakened killer, the third...
In a blink of an eye, everyone gathered around, struggling to cut through the thorns, their faces twisted, like wild dogs with madness.
Soon they found a stone bottle, which was broken and rolled out a dozen dark-brown pills.
The killers scrambled and nearly killed each other for the pills.
As soon as they grabbed one, they immediately stuffed it into their mouths and fell to the ground shaking their bodies.
The strange laughter and murmurs that sounded one after another were endless.
They were all limp, their mouths were drooling, and their eyes were straight and forgetful.
After about a quarter of an hour, the killer slowly regained his senses, and then searched for the extra pills on the ground.
More and more people are awake, and someone whispered: "Don't look for it, there can't be any excess there for the leader, the medicine can last for three days, we must go back immediately."