Long fingers picked up a shard of stoneware that had fallen in the grass.
Black stoneware, not smooth, with some holes in it.
Such defective containers cannot hold water. Most of them are made in earthen kilns in the countryside, and they are sold at low prices because of their defects.
"strangeness."
Meng Qi said to himself, he lowered his head and picked up another piece that looked like the bottom of a bottle.
Putting the pieces together, it was vaguely a fist-sized stone bottle.
Although it is not made of stone, it is customary for folks to call this ugly and crude object a stone bottle and an earth bottle, and it is not distressing if it is broken.
During the prosperous decades of the Chu Dynasty, Meng Qi has seen many good objects. He can identify the porcelain from famous kilns and appreciate calligraphy and painting. However, the knowledge of stone vase cannot be studied, nor can he trace the origin. There are many folk kilns, some of which are very small in scale. There are no shops, no business, and no account books. Even if the kiln owner is found, the buyer cannot be found.
Meng Qi frowned and carefully smelled the scent at the bottom of the bottle.
In addition to the grassy earth, there is a herbal smell.
It seemed that the bottle was originally filled with medicine, but Meng Qi searched the ground and found no pills.
On the contrary, many traces of dragging and kicking were found, like a dozen people rolling on the ground and grabbing gold.
Even the thorn bushes were affected. Meng Qi saw a lot of cloth strips. Although they were all black clothes, there were more than one piece of them. There were five or six sleeves, obviously not only left by the swordsman.
Contacting the swordsman to cover up what was thrown in the thorns, Meng Qi looked at the stone bottle in his hand thoughtfully.
- Could it be the medicine that Piaoping Pavilion used to control the killer
It might be a mistake to act separately this time, Meng Qi thought, he couldn't smell what medicine was in the bottle.
Strong smell, with a faint odor.
Antidote
If it's not a drug to relieve the poison attack, why should the knifeman throw things away in such a hurry
Meng Qi threw away the excess pieces of rough pottery, leaving only the piece at the bottom of the bottle. He picked up a piece of cloth, and followed the traces on the ground to track down the Piaoping Pavilion killer.
These killers were very cautious. The previous situation of rolling around the ground seemed to be suddenly abnormal, and they rushed to leave, so they did not clear the traces.
The more Meng Qi chased back, the fewer clues he had.
There were no thorns and grass on the soles of the shoes, and no footprints were left on the ground. Meng Qi stared at the dwarf trees and the tall stones to see if the moss or epiphytic weeds had fallen off.
It was a laborious job, but fortunately, Meng Qi was highly skilled, and he wasn't chasing alone.
What surprised Meng Qi was that the speed of these killers was very fast, the distance between their steps was large, but their landing points were unstable. A killer slipped hard when he stepped on the moss and fell straight down.
Can this be a killer
Meng Qi was puzzled.
As the trees sparse, the terrain gradually flattens, and the official road can already be seen in the distance.
At the same time, Meng Qi encountered the first problem: those killers scattered.
There were only a dozen people in total, and they were divided into seven paths. The direction when they came out was really not missed in all directions. This move can be said to be inexhaustible, Meng Qi will not be divided. He has no body skills, and he doesn't have enough companions around him to track down these Piaoping Pavilion killers separately.
Especially in densely populated places, the traces left by the Piaoping Pavilion killer can't last as long as the moss peeling off from the trunk and boulders.
There is only one chance, and you can only choose one direction to go.
Meng Qi stopped.
In fact, it was a long way from where he separated from Mo Li. Meng Qi recalled the performance of the swordsman when he ran away, and finally determined that although the guy circled around the mountain and tried to get rid of the people behind, Basically it goes west.
So Meng Qi chose the due east direction without hesitation.
- In order to deliver the antidote to his subordinates in time, the swordsman is willing to take odd risks. Then the owner of Piaoping Pavilion, the one who is kind to him in the mouth of the swordsman, must be more protective of the swordsman.
The place where the killers live and hide is a secret belonging to Piaoping Pavilion. It involves both the "beneficiary" and the safety of the "subordinates". What kind of decision will the swordsman make
Must be avoided subconsciously.
Because the swordsman knows that the talent behind him is the most threatening, and the swordsman is such a "stupid" person, and his temperament is also very straight.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Meng Qi's lips, he brushed his sleeves, with a calm elegance and leisure.
As long as you can see through the heart, everything is under control.
***
"Ah."
The swordsman sneezed continuously in embarrassment.
It wasn't that he was exposed to the wind and cold without covering his body, but at the moment he was put into a big cloth bag and carried away by the old monk.
The cloth bag is Monk Yuanzhi's personal belongings. Originally, it was not used to hold people, but food.
Yuanzhi would occasionally go to Shimo Shanzhai to bring some salt and grain to the mountain villagers that were in short supply.
Because Monk Yuanzhi himself was poor, and the people in Shimo Shanzhai were used to living a hard life and were not picky, the cloth bags contained wheat millet with low prices and even the shells were not taken off. The cloth bag is very familiar with the extremely thick fibers of the fabric, and the disadvantage is that it is difficult to clean it, which causes the swordsman to choke on the ashes and shells.
"Show his head." Mo Li suggested.
Sneezing too hard will cause the body to shake. The swordsman now has dislocated his limbs and joints, and even a single sneeze can make him ache, let alone a series of blows.
"This… "
Monk Yuanzhi hesitated.
An old monk is carrying a cloth bag with people, which is already very outrageous. If you show your head again, it's still a face full of scars like a ghost. Is this going to scare passersby to death
Neither monk Yuanzhi nor Mo Li have the ability to ask the secrets of Piaoping Pavilion from the swordsman's mouth. Although there is no dispute or even publicity, they both know that Mo Li wants to wait for Meng Qi to come back, and Yuan Zhi wants to This person is handed over to Fengxing Pavilion.
Of course, hateful people must be pitiful. Seeing the scarred appearance of the swordsman, Yuan Zhi lowered his head and read the scriptures.
All living beings suffer, and a single thought becomes a demon.
If it were changed from the past, the monk Yuanzhi would keep preaching scriptures and reciting Buddha in front of the swordsman day and night. He didn't expect the other party to put down the butcher's knife, but doing so would trap the swordsman and make the world less of a murderous knife. Don't use a weapon that is under the control of others.
Xuanchuan Pass is in danger like a tired egg, and it is difficult to say that one day the king will be sent to the city, and Yuanzhi does not have much time to delay.
"Hey."
The old monk sighed heavily, burying his head on the road without forgetting to ramble, "Donor, it is the cause and effect of being driven by others' favors. It is also the cause and effect of others charging you to kill. You repay that person's favor, but you will be punished by you. What about the people they killed? Where do they get the cause and effect?"
"Dead people don't deserve cause and effect."
The swordsman finished coughing, but he didn't appreciate it at all. He looked at the back of Yuan Zhi's head and sneered, "If you die, there will be nothing left."
The ink carp frowned slightly.
Yuanzhi didn't talk to the swordsman about the reincarnation of the afterlife and the suffering in hell. He put down the cloth bag, looked at the swordsman and said, "The cause and effect are not in the person you killed, but in your heart."
The swordsman was expressionless, and this time he didn't even bother to sneer.
People who walk in the dark don't believe that at all.
On the contrary, the ink carp was thoughtful.
Doctors can see many things, Mo Li can't do anything about Piaoping Pavilion, but it belongs to the swordsman's own secret, Mo Li can see clearly.
This person was born with insufficiency and should have died in his mother's womb, but he was nourished by a spiritual energy unexpectedly, so that he could come to the world smoothly.
The swordsman himself does not have the ability to actively absorb the spiritual energy of the outside world. He is really a "human", not a monster.
The spiritual energy obtained by consuming Tiancai Dibao is not like this. This spiritual energy is not a consumable, but more like to fill the vacancy of congenital insufficiency. In the same way, once the aura is drawn away, the swordsman will soon die from internal exhaustion.
In this way, the source of this spiritual energy is very clear. It is a good medicine and a gift.
Someone, or to put it more directly, a dragon vein met a woman who was about to be stillborn, and in order to allow her child to be born smoothly, he gave a spiritual energy.
It is precisely because it is possessed before the mother's womb that the spiritual energy has become the innate energy in the legend, so it can stay firmly in the body of the swordsman for a long time without dissipating.
A child who died prematurely became an extraordinary child.
In the words of the book, it is a legend. This child will definitely be able to do something big in the future, and even leave his name in the history.
However, things in the world will not develop like the words of the book. The spiritual energy that Longmai gave at will, so that a child who should have died was born smoothly, but the red dust that greeted him gave him misfortune and pain. Mo Li didn't know what happened to the child's parents, or what happened to the child after the age of seven. The scars meant that he was tortured, beaten and abused, and he couldn't even live as a "human".
Later, the child finally escaped and began to practice martial arts hard.
Maybe this is the kindness in his mouth, a person who took him out of suffering and gave him a chance to learn martial arts, the owner of Piaoping Pavilion.
If this is the life of the swordsman and the reason why he works for Piaoping Pavilion, then the swordsman looks like this, Mo Li is not at all surprised.
Whether as a child or as a Piaoping Pavilion killer, what the swordsman saw was darkness and killing. It is not that he has no good and evil, but he has never seen good. This is exactly what the monk Yuanzhi said that cause and effect are in the heart.
A person without good and evil will not feel his own mistakes.
What if one day he found out? The things that the people who once killed will pour out from the bottom of their hearts together, like sharp blades and like shackles, while they are tightly bound, they will be stirred fiercely.
Mo Li moved his lips, but in the end said nothing.
Monk Yuanzhi didn't know what Mo Li was thinking. He put his palms together and continued to persuade the swordsman: "I think the donor is not a vicious person."
"Just because of these scars on my body, you have an incredible compassion for me." The swordsman snorted and said sarcastically, "If you didn't have these, you would have smashed my heavenly cover with a stick, you guys These people who are afraid of me and pity me, I wish I could kill them all."
He was full of murderous aura, and he seemed to really think so.
Yuan Zhi started chanting again.
The swordsman said impatiently: "I won't say a word of what you want to know. Don't waste your time, just do it."
Mo Li suddenly said: "You want to kill the person who sees your face, but you don't, you choose not to let others see it."
The swordsman was stunned.
"Your veil is specially sewn, so you can only show your eyes. You also wear a hat outside. Although it doesn't rain, you still wear a cloak outside your sturdy clothes. Your attire Dressing up is different from other Piaoping Pavilion killers."
Mo Li's last sentence blocked the "killers cover their heads and faces" that the swordsman was about to blurt out.
Mo Li continued: "You have a lot of subordinates, but you didn't bring them up the mountain. At that time, the master broke through the realm and alarmed the birds and beasts, so you know that there is a master above."
"… "
"If you want to retrieve the account book of Sijia Mipu, you must have collected a lot of news. You know that the four gangs and twelve guilds of Yuzhou have gathered here recently, and you even know all the changes that have happened in the past few days. You should also know how martial arts are. Then you are facing at least two martial arts masters, and the enemy is so tricky, why don't you bring your subordinates?" Mo Li's expression was calm, and he watched Monk Yuanzhi gradually smile. With a sullen face and a slightly distorted look on the swordsman's face, he couldn't help sighing, "We have seen the dead man in Piaoping Pavilion, who carried the firearms of the Pili Hall, and the lives of more than a dozen people were enough to raze the place to the ground. Wouldn't it be a surefire way to solve the enemy and destroy the account book? But you don't, you cherish the lives of your subordinates and don't let them die easily."
The corner of the swordsman's mouth twitched, and he felt that he was wrong.
Not only is the man in the pink robe scary, but his companions are also capable of penetrating people's hearts.
What is this, like creatures, are monsters and monsters good friends
What makes the swordsman even more concerned is, what about the man in pink? Where did it go
"What do you want?" The swordsman asked viciously, hiding his unease.
Mo Li paused and said seriously, "Where were you born, and are there any mountains nearby?"
Swordsman: "..."
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