There is a small yard behind the blacksmith's shop, where the blacksmith's belongings are kept, and there are several low wing rooms.
Back then, when the area around the City God Temple was prosperous, Blacksmith Wang’s father-in-law rented out a part of the yard for the merchants or marketers from the countryside to rest overnight.
The wing room is short and small, with a brick built against the wall, which is not like a kang, and the bed is not a big mound of the bed.
Put the planks up, and lay quilts in winter and summer mats, so that it is very comfortable.
It is too small to be suffocating. It is difficult for an adult man to turn over, so he can only lie straight and motionless.
Coupled with the fire of the blacksmith shop in front, the yard is not cold in winter, but suffers in summer. Therefore, Blacksmith Wang only lived in the shop by himself, and his wife and children were in the country house.
- These shortcomings are not a problem in the eyes of the ink carp.
It doesn't take much space to meditate cross-legged, the master of the inner family is not afraid of the severe cold and heat, and the black and dark part of the house is just right for him to take a bath!
While both the swordsman and Meng Qi were out, Mo Li asked Blacksmith Wang to borrow a wooden barrel, and without using hot water, he directly drew water from the well in the courtyard and carried it into the house.
Fish cannot change.
Just wash it as you like, just having ink carp is enough.
The water in the well was very cold, and Mo Li washed it once and couldn't help putting on his clothes, and then he took the water and changed it into a wooden bucket to soak it.
In such hot weather, you should stay underwater.
While soaking, Mo Li heard movement from the blacksmith shop at the door, and it was the swordsman who came back.
Mo Li's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his expression was lazy and didn't want to move.
Who knew that Meng Qi's voice was heard right after, and now I can't remember it anymore. Mo Li slowly grabbed the edge of the barrel and stepped out of the wooden barrel, used internal force to evaporate the water droplets on his body, and reluctantly began to wear it. clothing.
Clothes are newly "bought".
They walked back to the city in the middle of the night, and Meng Qi went directly to a ready-to-wear shop. After leaving the money, he took it away and bought two sets of clothes that fit.
Doing extraordinary things at extraordinary times, Mo Li has no objection to this, but Meng Qina's clothes are a bit unsatisfactory.
The scholar's uniform of the Confucian towel and cloth robe may be a good luck for the title of the gold list. The cuffs and collars are embroidered with golden osmanthus, and the shading of the robe is also guizhi. Mo Li has never worn such "flowery" clothes in his life, and his whole person's aura has also changed, as if he has changed from a hermit to a promising hero.
From a romantic talent, there may be a lack of a folding fan.
Mo Li pulled his sleeves and walked out helplessly.
He met Meng Qi head-on, who was wearing a Confucian robe with golden osmanthus pattern exactly like him.
According to Meng Qi, in two months' time, there will be the Qiuwei Township Exam, and you have to go to the prefectural government to take the exam. At this time, it is very common to encounter a test person returning home on the road, and ordinary people and soldiers will not be so unfamiliar. too much doubt.
nonsense!
Mo Li thought that with Meng Qi's face, he was wearing this flamboyant clothes, and his inner strength to restrain his breath was not easy to use.
Wherever you go, you must be noticed.
Meng Qi entered the door with a smile, and when he noticed the moisture in Mo Li's hair that had not disappeared, the smile on his lips suddenly brought a little regret.
—Want to see scales! I want to see the scales exposed on Ah Li's back and chest when he bathes!
Just the last glimpse was enough for Meng Qi to think about it.
Ink carp: "… "
Someone's heart beat like a drum.
"Cough, it's hot, I'm a little angry." Meng Qi turned his head.
In his hand, he carried three stacks of paper bags tied with strings, containing lotus cakes, red bean rolls, and sesame candy bars.
Here are three of the best dim sum made in the dim sum shops in Run County.
As soon as it is spread, the lotus cake is filled with the aroma of deep-fried frying.
The swordsman who was about to ask the "master" to repair his sword suddenly realized that since yesterday morning he found the body of the dead man who washed the rice shop with blood in the ruined temple, and then traced the whereabouts of the account book. Have eaten anything! !
Hungry to the point where my chest sticks to my back.
It is normal for Jianghu people, especially a killer, to not eat for a day and a night.
The disadvantage is that when you smell the aroma of food and there is no danger around, hunger will come like a flood that breaks the embankment.
The swordsman touched his clothes, which were empty.
So the question arises, how should he shamelessly sacrifice to the temple of the five internal organs
"Grandmaster… "
"Call me Blacksmith Wang. If someone hears it, it will cause trouble."
Blacksmith Wang had a stern face, trying hard to maintain the image of a arrogant foundry, and was terribly tired.
Anyway, he saw it through, Meng Qi would not expose him, but he would not help him either.
In order to save his life, the blacksmith Wang could only play the casting master to the end in front of the swordsman.
"What's up?"
"Can I borrow some copper coins?"
The swordsman said this sentence coldly and hard, and the blacksmith Wang was taken aback.
I saw that the swordsman was tense and murderous, how could borrowing money be like stealing money.
Meng Qi was looking around in order to avoid the eyes of the ink carp, and he almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene.
The guy who was kidnapped from Piaoping Pavilion is a living treasure. When he was looking for someone to borrow money, he actually mobilized his muscles and looked grim - what's the matter, is it because he is afraid of being rejected, or is it that he has the courage to ask for money
The corners of the ink carp's lips rose slightly. Speaking of which, after he met Meng Qi, there were many people who walked with them along the way.
The longest time was Lu Min. When the second prince should be cheeky, his cheeks were thicker than the corners of the city wall. If Lu Min was here today, he would definitely be able to pretend to be stupid and take a piece of lotus cake and stuff it into his mouth.
As for the swordsman, the skin is probably thinner than the layer of glutinous rice paper on the outside of the sesame candy bar.
"How much do you want?" Blacksmith Wang asked with a wooden face.
If he can send people away with money, he will give them ten thousand dollars.
At this time, there was a loud fight outside the shop, pedestrians dodged in all directions, and a few entered the blacksmith shop, interrupting the swordsman's plan to borrow money.
"What's going on?" Blacksmith Wang subconsciously picked up the hammer and looked around.
The person who avoided entering explained in a panic: "The city gate is blocked and not allowed to go out, and someone has a conflict with the yamen!"
"what?"
Those who were trapped in the city and eager to leave were all caravans, but in general, caravans would not conflict with the government. Especially the self-confessed martial artist who disregarded any official bans, overturned the roadblocks, attacked one by one, and did not hold back.
Blacksmith Wang was a little worried. He couldn't tell the origins of Meng Qi and others, and he didn't know if he would be in trouble.
He was looking at the chaos on the street when he suddenly felt a strong force behind him.
Blacksmith Wang was suddenly pushed and staggered, and fell down beside the wrought iron stove, his hair and beard instantly scorched by sparks.
A muffled sound.
A small blue arrow was nailed where the blacksmith Wang was standing.
It was the swordsman who overthrew the blacksmith Wang, and he jumped out of the shop with a knife.
The person who shot the cold arrow was hidden in the crowd, and the location was chosen very well. It's a pity that the swordsman standing beside Blacksmith Wang is a master who knows nothing except practicing swords and killing people.
"Wow!"
Meng Qi picked up the wooden barrel by the well and poured the water all over the face of Blacksmith Wang in time.
The fire went out, but unfortunately the blacksmith Wang's hair and beard were burnt black.
The passers-by who avoided the blacksmith's shop noticed that something was wrong, screamed in unison, and hurried out. One of the aunts whose head was wrapped in a towel tripped over the threshold and didn't get up for a long time.
"Aunt Liu?"
The blacksmith Wang suddenly found out that this was still a neighborhood. He was still in shock, but he was afraid that something might happen to him, so he hurried to help him.
"Ding-bang!"
With two sounds that were almost connected together, Blacksmith Wang only felt that his entire figure was flying backwards like a cloud, and when his heels landed, he was already standing in the backyard. The old neighborhood he was going to help, moved to Aunt Liu, who had been selling sewing sachets on this street for five years, and actually held a sharp dagger in her hand.
The tip of the dagger is gone.
When the blacksmith Wang approached, Aunt Liu covered her body by lying on the ground, and quietly pulled out the dagger.
Just as she was about to follow the support of the blacksmith Wang, when she plunged the dagger into the lower abdomen of the blacksmith with her right hand, she was smashed by a flying sesame candy bar, and the tip of the knife was broken at the same time. The sound of flying against the door frame.
It was Meng Qi who threw the sesame candy bars.
He held the blacksmith Wang's shoulders, dragged the man back five feet, and landed in the courtyard.
Seeing that Aunt Liu missed the hit, she suddenly let out a loud whistle, and saw a dozen or so masters dressed as ordinary people suddenly climb over the wall, holding a short bow and crossbow and hurriedly shoot a round of poisonous arrows into the courtyard wall.
Mo Li's eyes flickered, he reached out to take the blacksmith Wang, and hurriedly retreated into the wing.
Meng Qi, who was no longer burdened, flicked his robe sleeves, and his inner strength was agitated. The sharp arrows had already turned within a few steps before him, and they had landed on the courtyard wall and the ground.
The archers didn't see it, and they didn't panic, and they all jumped down from the courtyard wall.
Blacksmith Wang stared dumbfounded at the battle in the courtyard.
The people who came, including Aunt Liu, were both male and female. All of them had strange martial arts skills, and their movements were like magic.
They even formed a formation faintly, helping each other and surrounding Meng Qi.
"This... What kind of sect is this? Is it a master from an exotic world?"
Blacksmith Wang was not sure, because these people just had a slightly higher nose bridge, and they looked like merchants from the north, with normal hair and eyes.
The ink carp kicked the tub filled with water in the room, and the internal force poured into it, and the tub almost slammed into the wall with a thousand strength.
Hearing a rumbling sound, the wall of the wing facing the roadway collapsed directly, and the people behind the wall who were ambushed and raised fire sticks and prepared to throw them at the thunderbolt pipe were smashed to death. The black powder was soaking wet.
Blacksmith Wang was already stupid.
Mo Li's hearing is keen, and he can see something wrong through the wall, and those who attacked thought that Mo Li and others' attention was attracted by the master who jumped into the wall.
There aren't many of these thunder and fire tubes, but there is no problem in blowing up a wing. What's especially dangerous is that Blacksmith Wang was so frightened that he stuck to the wall.
"It's easy for smart people to calculate smart people, because what I can think of, he can think of too."
Meng Qi said so.
It was no accident that Mo Li chose to stay in this wing room. Below this room was the cellar.
In addition to wanting to kill, the attacker's real goal was to destroy Li Zhubo's body in the cellar.
"Walk!"
Unlike Meng Qi, Mo Li would at least remind him when he led someone to perform Qing Gong.
So Blacksmith Wang was dazed again and felt that he was flying through the clouds. When he landed, he saw the face of the swordsman covered with scars, livid and distorted.
Although the swordsman believed in Meng Qi Moli, he easily left the blacksmith Wang and ran after the guy who threw hidden weapons in the crowd, but he walked as if he had been caught in a trick, and a group of people followed and besieged the blacksmith shop. He's a shameless killer.
"Take people, you go to the mansion of the blacksmith Wang in the countryside." Mo Li frowned and said.
He originally thought that Piaoping Pavilion would be waiting at the blacksmith shop to deal with the swordsman at most. After all, the blacksmith Wang was a fake foundry, and he did not have much friendship with the swordsman. He could only say that the swordsman was likely to come to this person. Now that there is a fuss, if Piaoping Pavilion thinks that the wife and children of Blacksmith Wang are a bargaining chip, it is very likely to attack him.
Mo Li stuffed the blacksmith Wang to the swordsman and returned to the blacksmith shop.
The fire was extinguished with one hand, and as soon as he stepped into the hospital, he saw a dozen or so masters who were suspected of inheriting the martial arts of the Xiliang Kingdom, revolving around Meng Qi like a god of subduing demons, spinning like a rabbit.
In the afterimages, there are ruthless killing moves.
Mo Li felt that it was difficult to intervene in the unfamiliar martial arts for a while. He was about to disrupt the opponent's battle with the bladeless blade in his hand, and suddenly saw a purple light.
Sword body photo afterimage.
Castration is astonishing.
Meng Qi's figure suddenly rose, and the sleeves that were rolled up covered the scorching sun, just like Mo Xiaojun, riding the wind.
The afterimages that were swirling rapidly all around stopped for a while, and before they could turn to the defensive, they were broken under the shock of the sword.
Meng Qi was in mid-air, stepping dozens of steps out of thin air, each step on the strange and strange weapons of the Xiliang country, the internal force sticking with those weapons drifted under his feet, slamming into a ball. .
"Eyes enter the emptiness, and in all things, falsely sees the substance, just like seeing the emptiness..."
Meng Qi finally put his foot on the back of a person, and that person was clearly dodging. However, the battle of a dozen people was chaotic, and the person turned from attacking to defending, but this person seemed to have sent himself to Meng Qi's feet.
"... It should be known that it is seeing, not arising from the root, not arising from emptiness."
Meng Qi said every word, every time he uttered a voice, one person would retreat in pain.
The crowd formed several formations and struggled against each other. The killer move was even more bizarre. However, the soft sword in Meng Qi's hand was like a gust of wind, wandering among the afterimages.
The long wind shatters the blue glass, and the duckweed gathers with the wind.
To Meng Qi, the siege formation below was nothing but a lake, to the experts of Xiliang, they were like duckweeds in the water, trying to cover everything, but they were more and more frightened by being pulled. Obviously there is nothing wrong with the formation, so why was he passively beaten all of a sudden
It made them even more frightened to say that what Meng Qi said was the source of their martial arts.
Later, Meng Qi stepped on their shoulders, backs, and wrists accurately step by step, and everyone's weapons fell to the ground, and the stance of the Zhongqing Sword moved at will, and everyone couldn't help but "spin and flow".
"Hey, back then Mojieti Temple transformed the Shurangama Sutra into a martial art and created thirteen celestial demons. I have seen this 'Konghua Array' in the capital of Daxia, Xiliang. Not as good as one-third of the monks in Magati Monastery, dare to show ugliness in front of me?"
When Meng Qi said the last sentence, his figure finally fell to the ground.
With a sword flower in his right hand, he saw that there was no one standing in the courtyard except the black carp.
The sun shines in the golden guishang, shining brightly.
Mo Li thought for a while, then silently clapped his hands.
Good formation, good swordsmanship.
The author has something to say: Mo Li: It's quite powerful, so let's praise it.
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Author: Cough, the broken input method almost turned [good swordsmanship] into [good keyboard and mouse]
So the style will be like this
Ink carp: What a healthy rat! applause.jpg
Meng Qi: …