He vaguely felt the wind whistling in his ears, and the drowsy man barely opened his eyes, and he was choking desperately by the wind as soon as he opened his mouth.
His forehead was still bleeding, and his face was turning blue again.
At this time, the person carrying him made an emergency stop, and the sudden change in speed made his eyes black, and then he rolled and crawled to the ground and vomited half to death.
"...Brother Meng...it's too heavy..."
"... bad luck... he happened to be standing there when the tent fell down."
The voice of the conversation gradually brought back the consciousness of the vomit. He suddenly remembered that he was forcibly taken out of the army camp by a person in the chaos. and retreat.
This unfortunate vomit never thought that anyone could see the killing formation as nothing, come and go calmly, as if entering a no-man's land.
"Who are you?"
Mo Li planned to stop the bleeding of this man, but the other party suddenly backed away, watching the person in front of him vigilantly.
The sky has not yet lighted up, and this is the darkest hour before dawn.
Meng Qi was ten steps away, standing leisurely under a locust tree.
The dense canopy blocked the lights from the distant city wall, making Meng Qi's figure blurry, like a ghost image formed by the intertwined branches of the forked branches, because he did not reveal a trace of breath, as if he had blended into this deep darkness. .
And for some unknown reason, whether it was Meng Qi in the distance or Mo Li nearby, the captives couldn't see clearly.
The more I squint to distinguish, the more my head hurts.
He didn't even realize that they were three people. He only felt that all around him seemed to be enemies, so he could only ask in a stern manner: "I am an official of the imperial court, you and other bandits, do you want to rebel?"
Mo Li stared at the wound on the man's forehead, there was not much blood, but his face was very ugly, and the whole person was shaking.
"I can't go anymore, his head was hit and there is blood congestion." Mo Li quickly checked the lower pulse while the other party didn't recover.
"Did you get smashed?"
"... No, it was just being carried by you and hurried on the road with light effort, resulting in aggravation of the injury."
Meng Qi was well-informed, and Mo Li knew it as soon as he reminded him.
This kind of disease is also common, usually being hit by something, or falling hard.
There is a lump on the head, can't see things clearly, vomit... There is no cure for the disease. You have to lie down for three or five days before you can slowly improve.
"Just don't die." Meng Qi didn't care about the other party's life or death.
The man heard this, and his face became even more serious: "There are three thousand soldiers and horses here, you are waiting for rebels..."
Mo Li took out the silver needle and inserted two needles into the acupoint on the back of his head.
The man suddenly felt that the double image in front of him disappeared a little, and it was a coincidence that he took a closer look and happened to meet the scarred face of the swordsman.
"Su Li'er?!"
The ink carp was startled.
It sounds like a name at first, but if you think about it, it should be a nickname.
Su Li means wearing a bamboo hat all day and night. Originally, this is nothing, but adding the third word has a contemptuous taste.
That means kid, kid.
If the swordsman is young and handsome, but only covers his face with a hat, he is the kind of ranger who robs the rich to help the poor. If someone calls Su Li, it is a joke, and it can show closeness. However, it is not a good name to use on a killer who is completely ruined and does not want to see anyone.
"You know me."
The swordsman said word by word, no matter how stupid anyone could hear the murderous aura inside.
The man shook, the swordsman took a step closer, and said coldly: "I heard someone call you Mr. Li, and you call yourself an official of the imperial court. I don't know how much your official residence is, and which family salary do you eat?"
Currently still in the territory of the Qi Dynasty, the officials of the Qi Dynasty naturally eat the salary of the Lu family of the Qi Dynasty.
Mr. Li wanted to argue, but his dizziness had not yet passed, and his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't find any deceitful words.
As a court official, there is no reason to know the killer of Piaoping Pavilion.
Feeling the swordsman's eyes full of murderous intentions, Mr. Li shivered instinctively.
"He doesn't know martial arts." Mo Li suddenly said.
The meridians are empty, the body is weak and the energy is weak, and he is a weak scholar.
Meng Qi looked at the sky, guessing that it was about to dawn, and once the sky was bright, it would be difficult to hide with such a burden, so after thinking for a while, he smiled suddenly: "I didn't expect that there are still descendants of the Li family, In the past, the Pingkou Huimeng, the eight tribes worked together to kill the Xiazhou Jiedu, and the Xiliang Kingdom was established. The Li family was rich in talents, able to plan and calculate, and was highly respected in the country. I think Your Excellency is quite the ancestor. what!"
Mr. Li opened his eyes wide in horror, almost thinking that Meng Qi was also a Qiang from Xiliang.
However, Meng Qi's appearance did not have the characteristics of a northerner outside the Great Wall, and Mr. Li quickly thought about it in his heart.
Too many things happened this night, too suddenly.
Although they have a strong presence in Run County, their shortcomings are also here. This part of the people under Mr. Li's control is not the same as the Sun Family Firm. Because Mr. Li is not good at martial arts, the nominal leader of Run County is Shopkeeper Sun. Although Mr. Li felt resentful, there was nothing he could do.
Mr. Li, or Li Zhubo, he is only an eighth-rank official, relying on the trust of the generals of the Run County garrison and the county lieutenant.
Tonight, the Sun's side suddenly attacked, and a letter came over to say that there was a change in the plan, and the people from Fengxing Pavilion came ahead of schedule and asked Li Zhubo to contribute to the barracks.
After a whole night of chaos, setting fires and arresting people, nothing was found.
Li Zhubo was about to send someone to question Shopkeeper Sun, but this guy used a secret way to escape into the military camp. He also said that he had encountered a tough idea. Su Lier from Piaoping Pavilion had been arrested, and the warehouse of the business was also arrested. People checked. The big plan is about to be completed, how to make people mess up the layout, only use the military camp as a trap to kill all those who try to spy on the secret.
Li Zhubo was annoyed on the one hand, and felt something strange on the other.
They have been hiding in Run County for so many years, they have deep roots and quite a means, and even the nosy Fengxing Pavilion has been tricked by them. How could they kill Cheng Yaojin for nothing, ruining their good deeds? What is the origin of Cheng Yaojin, and how can he save the Fengxing Pavilion Master who has entered a dead end
The houses on the streets of Runxian County used the Six Ding, Six Jia and Four Elephant Arrays.
This is a formation handed down from ancient times. If you want to come and go freely in this formation, even if you are a magician, you must be immersed in Qimen Dunjia for 30 years.
- Escape silently, which is hundreds of times more difficult than breaking the formation.
And today, there is still such a master of formation
Qimen Dunjia is about to be lost, and it has experienced the great chaos in the last years of the Chen Dynasty, the Chu Dynasty, the Yuan Emperor, the Emperor Ling, and the killing of old officials. After these three things, let alone Qimen Dunjia. Even the Confucian Classics School suffered heavy losses and lost many classics.
Li Zhubo thought that it was still difficult to meet his opponent, but when he suddenly had the opportunity, he was not in the mood to question Shopkeeper Sun what was going on. He thought that as long as he was caught, everything would come to light.
As for your own defeat? Li Zhubo never thought about it!
What he has learned is the complete Qimen Dunjia technique, which is different from those who have broken the inheritance.
Weather, location, people and people.
Li Zhubo was sitting in the tent, and he could mobilize thousands of soldiers. In addition to the difficult time to say, the rest of the place is favorable, and the other party does not occupy a single one. How can this still be lost
then lost...
The defeat was inexplicable, and Li Zhubo even suspected that he was dreaming.
As Meng Qi guessed, a proud person never believes that he will fail. If he fails, there must be a traitor who betrayed him.
Li Zhubo was suddenly angry, and this anger caused his eyes to turn black again. He staggered to his feet and pointed at Meng Qi with trembling arms: "Who told you this?"
"Going Li was timid and afraid of war. When the state of Xiliang was broken, the family opened the city and surrendered to Chu. I can't believe that today there are still people who believe in you to go to Li." Meng Qi said ironically, "I said that you are ancestors. Wind, isn't it the power that can't hold a chicken, and drives others to charge into battle, and once captured, it will be low and small, and it will have no responsibility!"
"shut up!"
Li Zhubo shouted angrily, blood rushed to his forehead, and he fainted in front of his eyes.
The ink carp hurriedly took the silver needle and inserted it into several key points.
"The smell of wormwood is very strong, and if you use it again, someone will find it." Mo Li had a flint in one hand and a silver needle in the other, and squinted at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi hurriedly explained: "Follow the power in a hurry, and the doctor will forgive you if you don't give strong medicine."
The swordsman next to him heard in the fog, what the Xiliang country is going to the Li family, have these things happened
When the book is used up, I hate it less, not to mention that I haven't read the history book, the more the swordsman listens, the more anxious it is.
Li Zhubo was still fascinated, and the swordsman couldn't help but ask, "How do you know that he is... Xiangli?"
"The eight major tribes in Xiliang were almost all killed and injured when the country fell. Only the Goli clan survived more, and the Goli clan is the only one among the eight surnames that can be said to be homophonic to Mr. Li's surname." Meng Qi suddenly laughed, looked at Mo Li and said, "Doctor, I once told you that there are many obsessions in the world, and some of them are extremely ridiculous. For example, when changing a name, it must be related to the original surname, or Splitting, or homophonic, is called not forgetting the origin."
Mo Li rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "You laugh at their stupidity, don't you feel relieved because of this habit? Like this moment?"
Guessing it right, saves a lot of trouble.
Meng Qi just smiled and didn't speak.
Swordsman: "..."
The two looked at each other as they talked, and the atmosphere was strange.
The swordsman couldn't see his sword, so he lowered his head and kicked Li Zhubo.
Mo Li was startled. The silver needle was still on Li Zhubo's head. If he fell again, this person might die.
The swordsman felt a chill in his neck, and when he looked up, Meng Qi looked at him coldly.
"I'm afraid he will pretend to be dizzy." The swordsman said dryly.
Li Zhubo struggled to wake up, and before he even opened his eyes, he was already cursing intermittently: "Is it the shopkeeper Sun? I should have told the lord long ago that all the bastards who came from slaves are for profit and forget righteousness. generation."
Mo Li frowned, took the silver needle, and said solemnly, "You know the power of the sacred medicine in the Southern Border, you know better than me, as long as you master this thing, there will be endless wealth and power at your fingertips. Why bother to be driven by others?"
Li Zhubo could not have imagined why Shopkeeper Sun wanted to betray, but the reason Mo Li gave was very reasonable.
Of course he wouldn't directly believe the enemy's words, but he had a grudge against Shopkeeper Sun.
If it wasn't for Shopkeeper Sun this time, how could the formation of the military camp be broken? How could the enemy accurately find the formation and capture him as soon as he came up
"Bad my Xuanwu killing array, the lord will not spare you." Li Zhubo gritted his teeth and hated.
Mo Li thought to himself, what is the Xuanwu killing formation
He quickly realized that it was the formation in the camp.
Mo Li looked at Meng Qi silently: What is the name of the formation you invented
Meng Qi shook his head firmly: Does this sound like a name I can name
Even if the defense is like a tortoise shell, it can't be so direct!
Swordsman: "..."
That feeling of wanting to find a knife came again.
"That's not the Xuanwu Killing Array, the Chu army calls it the Long Snake Guarding Array."
Meng Qi tried his best to justify his naming ability.
"Defend like a rock, strike like a snake, isn't it the Xuanwu of the Four Elephants?" Li Zhu said bitterly, "This formation is indeed from the Chu army, I have added changes several times, and I have such power, if it weren't for the bad things... etc. Wait, shopkeeper Sun only knows where I am, and only knows a little about Qimen Dunjia!"
"Have you heard Ying Xiao?" Meng Qi interrupted him calmly.
Lord Li was stunned for a moment.
Meng Qi said slowly: "In the middle of the night, someone in the camp suddenly woke up from a nightmare and screamed, causing more people to panic, running around, mistakenly thinking that the enemy army was attacking the camp. Some people did not want to be soldiers, did not want to die, day and night. The torment, eventually out of control and screaming, hacking and beating, caused more people to fight. Camp Xiao can make hundreds of thousands of troops collapse overnight without a fight. , on paper, but that's all."
"you-"
"That's right, even if the tent doesn't collapse, I just need to give a loud whistle. Your so-called Xuanwu killing formation, a native chicken and a dog, dare to boast?"
Li Zhubo was trembling all over, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted again.
Ink carp: "… "
Doctor Mo raised his head and asked: "Brother Meng, doesn't he want to test his medical skills, especially the method of resurrecting the dead?"
The author has something to say: Mo Li: Let me tell you, you are embarrassing my fat tiger.jpg——
One of the eight surnames of the party aristocracy in real history is Li Shi, but we are all empty, we must change the word when writing the villain, and declare that it has nothing to do with real history.
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