"got windy."
Meng Qi stood at the window and looked out.
The trees swayed from side to side, and Meng Qi added a soft palm wind to spread the branches even further.
I saw that the sky was gradually gloomy, and the dense clouds were rolling and "flowing" to the distance at an extremely fast speed.
Mo Li was packing his bags in the house and put Ayan Puka's letter next to him. Meng Qi had already seen these things, so he didn't need to carry them with him.
The night before yesterday, they set a fire. The ink carp was worried that the scrolls and letters would be destroyed. They also took out the tent beside the bed and wrapped them in a layer, and then used coarse cloth to make a big bundle.
The curtain was not an ordinary object either. At first glance, it was embroidered with auspicious patterns embroidered with silver threads, but it was actually a Sanskrit script arranged in a palindrome circle.
The font is extremely small, and it is difficult for ordinary people to read it, let alone recognize the characters on it.
The ink carp recognized it as Sanskrit, but didn't know what it meant.
Thinking that the scriptures of Mojieti Temple in Xiliang are mostly written in Sanskrit, there is also a Sanskrit tattoo that forms the leaf meridian behind Ayan Puka's root, so I took it on the same day.
It was handed to Meng Qi, who read it carefully and said with a smile, "This is a very important thing, but it's worthless."
"What is it?"
"The martial arts books of Mojieti Temple, Tianmo Bo Xunxiang."
After Meng Qi finished speaking, he rubbed his fingers together, and the light and thin curtain immediately broke into pieces.
The strong wind that happened to be poured into the house blew and flew out immediately, some fell into the soil, some fell into the river, and could never be put together again.
Mo Li closed half of the window, took the last scroll and asked, "What's the matter with this picture of the tiger descending the mountain?"
If there is no legend of the tiger at night in the house of Saint Yang Dao, Ayan Puka would not think that the original body of Taijing Longmai is a tiger.
"These rumors are true and false, and time has changed. It is extremely difficult to say why, but Yang Daozhi is this person—" Meng Qi pondered, guessing uncertainly, "Some like to joke, he is also good at stone carving, and once in the mountains to find He made a whole set of twelve zodiac signs from the best stone materials, and each stone carving is as big as a fist. His technique is unique, for example, the lines and sleeves of the characters in the paintings are extremely detailed, which is contrary to the freehand style of the predecessors, and the details of the stone carvings The place is also vivid, and none of it is rigid. One of the rabbits has ears standing up and ears hanging down, half-squatting to eat grass, Yang Daozhi put this rabbit sculpture behind the screen of the desk, and the temple lights up lanterns at night. At first glance, I thought a rabbit was stealing food in the house."
The gerbil lives in the mountains and is very familiar with the way rabbits eat. Even the gerbil almost admits his mistake, but one can imagine how skilled Yang Daozhi is.
The light shines through the paper screen, magnifying the shadow.
"I remember that tiger was sleeping soundly." Meng Qi continued to recall.
Since there are stone carvings, as long as the location is clever enough, a sleeping tiger suddenly appears in the eyes of the thief.
Being a thief is inherently apprehensive, and in the panic, it is too late to distinguish the authenticity, let alone look at a painting on the wall. When the arrest was about to come, everyone in the Yang family was alerted, the candlesticks were all lit, and the room was as bright as day, and the tiger could not be found, so people naturally thought of the picture of the tiger hanging.
Although the stone sculpture is different from the tiger in the painting, after all, it was made by one person, and there are always subtle similarities. The thief ran out half-dead in fright. A painting, maybe it is believed to be true, and it is insisted that it is the tiger on the painting.
The world likes absurd and bizarre stories a lot.
Yang Daozhi himself would not believe it. After a careful search, he found that the problem was in the stone carving, and then slowly figured out the trick. Next, the servants of the Yang family frequently saw tigers appearing and appearing in different shapes. It should be Yang Daozhi found it interesting to "try out" the new tricks.
As the rumors became more and more absurd, more and more people came to explore the secret. Yang Daozhi immediately put away the stone sculpture when he knew something was wrong, and it was okay to brag about his paintings anyway.
Meng Qi had never seen all of this with his own eyes, so he only started from the details and gave a very likely answer.
Mo Li was fascinated by what he heard, and murmured: "So that's the case, it's just in the records... It doesn't mention that Yang Daozhi is also good at carving stones."
"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the ability of a gentleman, and his outstanding painting skills can be praised, but stone carving is the work of a craftsman. It is okay for scholars and writers to carve a chapter by themselves. If you carve stones..."
Meng Qi did not go on, and Mo Li could understand it. Yang Daozhi didn't want to let outsiders know, nor did he publicize his old friends. After all, it was about "reputation".
At this time, the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the sky.
The ubiquitous aura of Feihe Mountain is actively responding to the coming rainstorm.
Mo Li noticed the change in his spiritual energy, and he couldn't help walking to the window to look at the trees that were blown away by the wind.
"Let's go when the rain stops."
Meng Qi didn't say where to go, but Mo Li knew exactly where to go.
The people of Xiliang have run away, and it will take a lot of effort to clear their remnants. The most urgent task is A Furong who has flowed into Queen Ning's backyard. It's fine to change the direction. There is a capable person under Ning Wang's command. If he discovers the usefulness of A Furong, and then gathers up the remnants of the Xiliang people and uses A Furong to plot and plot, things will be troublesome.
Even so, Meng Qi was worried that he would not catch up. Feihe Mountain was still quite a distance away from Luning County, Yangzhou, where King Ning was located.
The aura is stronger, people feel that they are about to breathe, but the dragon veins are comfortable.
The ink carp's expression changed, staring at the southeast for a long time without moving.
The wind is from that side, and so are the rain clouds.
- Just the way to go to Luling County, Yangzhou.
The rainstorm came, and a large group of aura slowly rose from the streams and valleys and woods. In the blink of an eye, the entire Feihe Mountain became a "lake" in the eyes of the dragon, and there was water and aura between the sky and the earth.
Mo Li suddenly had a thought in his heart, and then he was startled by himself.
Yet the body reacts faster than the mind.
With a long dragon roar, a black dragon rose into the sky in the rain. From a distance, its slender and graceful figure seemed to be part of the outline of the mountain forest. When I rubbed my eyes and tried to identify it again, the dazzling thunder light instantly illuminated the forest.
In the reeds, the thin young man who quietly climbed to the roof and memorized the waterway was so frightened that his face turned pale.
He was scrambling to get down.
It used to happen that lightning struck trees, and it was too dangerous to be on a roof.
The teenager climbed halfway, suddenly paused, and turned his head in confusion.
Seems like something has passed
There are white shadows left by the thunder light in the field of vision. They seem to form a giant, and the volley covers the top of the head.
"what!"
The boy's panicked cry was muffled by the rumbling thunder.
He fell on the muddy ground. The muddy ground was soft and there was a lot of stagnant water, but he would not be injured.
Not bothering to wipe off the mud on his face, the boy rolled and stood up, wanting to see what the monster just now was.
It was dark in the woods, the houses in the distance were blurred, and nothing was crushed.
He looked up subconsciously, and there was another thunder light. At the same time, he also vaguely saw the shadow of the "monster". It was so huge that it almost covered a small half of the sky. The scales on the body reflected the thunder light. Bring down the catastrophe.
The young man sat back in the mud puddle in horror.
"What are you doing?" The swordsman pushed open the window impatiently.
This house was originally Ayan Puka's residence and was on the highest ground.
Su Li had just heard the movement on the roof, but he didn't take it to heart after a glance, mainly because the boy was no different from a monkey in his eyes, and no matter how much he climbed, it would not cause any threat or trouble to himself.
If it wasn't for the boy slamming and screaming outside, Su Li wouldn't even bother to pay attention to him.
"Heaven, heaven..."
The boy stammered out his fingers.
Su Li frowned and glanced at it.
There was nothing but heavy rain and thunder.
"...Dragon, there seems to be a dragon." The young man shivered, unable to speak clearly.
Su Li lost interest and slammed the window shut.
Killers do not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, and dragons are impossible.
Only the young man was left to sit in the rain, brushing his hair, he sniffed and sneezed.
The door creaked open, Su Li strode out, picked up the boy and walked to the cellar.
The thunder hit so hard that the swordsman felt that the boy was timid, so he simply found a safe place for him.
The young man struggled at first, then he looked up at the sky in a daze, touched his face again, and finally looked at the swordsman with his teeth chattering, his eyes rolled over and fainted.
Su Li: "..."
Isn't it because the rain didn't hit you, so you fainted
The advantage of achieving the perfection of internal energy is that it is warm in winter and not hot in summer, and it can also block the wind, frost, rain and snow.
Su Li thought that it would be better if he fainted. To save trouble, he continued to walk forward with a blank face.
Suddenly, he looked up alertly as if he heard a sound.
But both the black dragon and the golden dragon are gone, and the trees in the reeds are lush. If it wasn't for this violent storm, you wouldn't even want to see the sky. Even now, it can only be barely recognized in the rain as the trees fall.
After looking at it for a while, he didn't find anything, and the swordsman turned his head and forgot about it, and suddenly found that the window of a house was opened.
The rain followed the wind and poured into the windows.
Su Li jumped over in three steps and two steps, and sure enough, there was no one in the room, and the medicine bag and baggage were neatly packed and placed on the low table behind the drawer.
It happened to be sheltered from the wind, and there was a letter next to the short table. It was not sealed, but the brush that was lying on it rolled to the ground and was stained with a pool of ink.
Su Li reached out and picked up the letter, took out the paper and saw that it was Mo Li who wrote it to him.
The format is regular, the handwriting is well-proportioned and powerful, and the ink carp is the person with the best handwriting that the swordsman has ever seen, so it is recognized at a glance.
In the letter, he once again instructed the people here to eat according to the prescription. They may come back after a while. Now he and Meng Qi are going to continue to track down A Furong, so he left today and reminded Su Li to pay attention to that very spiritual tit— Aside from the last sentence, these are all very common words. What made Su Li wonder is, why did the ink carp not bring a suitcase
After hesitating for a while, he finally opened the medicine bag and looked at it. There was no medicine in it (it was used up in the reeds), only a set of silver needles, a landscape painting signed by Mr. Jin Shui, and a picture of Yang Daozhi's tiger descending the mountain. . The money bag is there, almost no money, and the change of clothes is also old.
Su Li even recognized that the two sets of clothes on top were worn by Mo Li Meng Qi today, and they were folded in a hurry, different from other clothes, as if they were folded in a hurry.
Strange, those two can't walk naked!
The swordsman shook his head sharply, looking at the rain outside, he thought that such a heavy rain had enough internal strength.
It is good that there are layers of trees in the reeds, but if you walk outside, you may not be blown into a stray geese - forced to fly crookedly with light work.
But since he will come back, it is possible to travel lightly without extra things.
Su Li simply thought about it, he put the things back and closed the doors and windows again.
***
Feihe Mountain is filled with spiritual energy, and there are dragons flying in the air.
In the mountain temple of the fishing village, several villagers were trapped inside by the heavy rain.
The Daoist Hu suddenly ran away, making them feel at a loss, so they went to the Temple of the Mountain today to take a look.
One of the old people was sitting alone, and when he saw the clouds rolling in the sky and a faint foreign object appeared, he stood up suddenly.
"dragon… "
The old man was shocked and suspected that he was wrong.
Getting up too fast, the old man was dizzy, and the person next to him quickly supported him.
"Three uncle, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, it's okay... God bless you, there will be no major incident." The old man muttered subconsciously.
As he spoke, he was about to laugh when he suddenly remembered that the Hu Daoist came to ask about the past, and he shuddered and tightened his clothes.
The wind blew the rain onto his wrinkled face, and the old man who was immediately helped to take shelter from the wind quietly shed a line of tears, but he didn't say a word in the end.
Surrounded by thunder and heavy rain, the golden dragon chased the black dragon across several valleys and streams.
When passing the deepest cliff, a huge blue dragon figure rushed out from the mountain stream, raindrops passed through the void figure, and the scales were burning.
Heilong didn't stop to say hello, he glanced back vaguely, stretched his body and circled around and left again.
Qinglong stood still, just looking at their backs.
I don't know how long it took, the rain gradually became smaller, and the blue dragon sank into the valley again with a long cry of thunder.
no longer appear.
The author has something to say: You didn't pay attention to a detail in the last chapter. According to the fishing village's belief in the mountain god, only the mountain gods are in charge of the mountain gods, and the others are not even having children and making money. The old man's son, daughter-in-law and grandson's family went out and never came back. The old man said that he believed in the blessing of the mountain god, but in fact... Will the mountain god bless those who leave this mountain? Of course not!
The old man is actually very sad, he knows that his children and grandchildren may die.
But Su Li didn't react, and Mo Li and Meng Qi didn't expect this. The protagonist is very powerful, but he still ignores it. After all, he's not a real god, and he can't read minds. old man's expression.
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Gerbils sluggish: Doctor... Live, Live Tuoyi
Gerbils look at the sky: I really want to go too
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