Mo Li was carefully exploring where that strange feeling came from, when he suddenly heard a voice calling him from the shore.
The shore of the lake is very large, but it is impossible for ordinary people to call the name of the ink carp in front of the empty lake.
The black fish swam back immediately.
Standing on the bank was indeed Meng Qi. He was covered in a messy piece of cloth, and he seemed to be holding a piece of cloth in his hand.
The ink carp turned back into a human form in the waist-deep water, and asked in surprise, "Why did you come back so soon?"
"The wind is blowing." Meng Qi smiled, "Maybe the goods of a certain caravan were blown away by the wind."
The cloth was faded by the rain, and it seemed that the whole cloth was torn away after being swept away by the wind.
"There are some clothes on the tree, but they are all broken."
Half a sleeve, a piece of rags, etc. These are still relatively large pieces, and the small ones have disappeared.
"Put this on first, then go ashore and look carefully."
Mo Li originally wanted to mention the things in the lake, but he didn't find anything, so he didn't speak.
Meng Qi jokingly said, "It is said that the people of Tianzhu wear this way."
"Only women are." Mo Li glanced at him and stretched out his hand to pull the cloth.
Meng Qi took the opportunity to turn his palms to avoid it, exchanged four or five tricks to capture, and then pretended to be invincible and was pushed aside by Mo Li, wondering why he was exposed.
"How does the doctor know how Tianzhu women dress?"
When Meng Qi was a national teacher, all the small countries around the Chu Dynasty came to pay tribute. He not only met people from Tianzhu, but also learned Sanskrit, but it is very strange for Mo Li to know this. Usually, it is impossible to mention Tianzhu in the books that can be collected. The customs and customs are not found in Buddhist scriptures either.
Mo Li wrapped the cloth around his chest and abdomen, raised his eyes and said, "The books I read while staying in the Taijing Imperial Palace."
"You weren't—"
Are you looking for traces of dragon veins in the local chronicle
"I'm worried that China Kyushu doesn't have it, so I have to go outside to find the dragon veins." Mo Li replied.
The dragon vein does not symbolize the national destiny, it is naturally long, there are mountains in China, and there are naturally outside.
According to historical records, the Western Regions and even farther Persia and Daqin (Rome) all have lofty mountains and mountains, and there are mountains beyond Kunlun, while Tianzhu and Tubo are not far apart, but they cannot pass directly. From the map, it is a very long distance. Extremely high mountains.
"There is also Nanzhao, and there are many mountains in the southwest. Although you said that you have been there once and have not seen the dragon veins, we can continue to go further and climb over the snow-capped mountains..."
Mo Li's voice stopped abruptly, and Meng Qi was interested in hearing it, and couldn't help urging: "Why didn't you say anything?"
Mo Li looked at him blankly: "We still have a lot of things to do."
"Xiliang people are not a problem, and A Furong will be able to solve it soon. The general situation in the world will always be temporarily calmed down. Before the spiritual caves are exhausted, our time will be endless." Meng Qi said the more and more wrong, because Mo Li His expression didn't look like he was going to say that, so he stopped.
"We have to go back to Pingzhou."
Go back to Zhushan County, Pingzhou, and meet Mr. Qin.
Meng Qi's mind turned so fast that he understood in a moment, and he was immediately embarrassed.
He touched his nose and decided not to speak.
In fact, Meng Qi thought about the matter of going to Zhushan County many times, mainly because Xue Tingzhong, the magistrate of Zhushan County, was an official of the Chu Dynasty in the imperial examinations of the Chu Dynasty. . Qin Lu was about the same age as himself, what would he think when he knew that he had kidnapped his apprentice
Meng Qi's back sweats every time he thinks about it, and he almost wants to suggest Mo Li to take a gerbil back.
In any case, it is considered "seen".
"A teacher is like a father and needs to be enlightened." Mo Li continued.
"… "
The picture in Meng Qi's mind suddenly changed to Mo Li holding a gerbil and saying to Qin Lu that he wanted to marry him.
No no, this will not work.
Mo Li glanced at him and said, "Teacher doesn't care whether the person who will marry me in the future is male or female, mainly because he thinks that person is not a person, but a fish."
"Ah?" Meng Qi was taken aback.
Mo Li raised his forehead and said, "It's my fault, the teacher thought I was a fish demon." He still wanted to jump to the dragon's gate.
Meng Qi was stunned, so he wanted to put on a fish
Wait a minute, as a fish demon, there is no problem with being "old" at the age of 80? !
Who said that a monster must become a real monster to prove that he is a monster, and immortality is the biggest advantage!
Solved a puzzle!
Meng Qi's spirit was lifted, and his sword took a slanted edge. There is no unbreakable situation in the world! Isn't it just to establish advantages and resolve disadvantages, to come up with the ingenuity of planning and expedition in the past, and it will definitely succeed.
The ink carp next to it: "… "
The gerbil became confused because of the unknown situation. Forget it, I'd better find a populated place and change to normal clothes first.
The two walked along the lakeshore all the way.
After about ten miles, looking at the still boundless lake, Meng Qi stopped and said, "This is Peng Ze."
There are only five lakes this big in the Central Plains, namely Yunmengze, Pengze, Zhenze, Hongze and Jiaohu. Among them, Hongze is located a little north, in the jurisdiction of the Qi Dynasty. Only Peng Ze happened to be in the southeast of Jingzhou, and the others were either south or east, or too far away.
"Peng Ze occupies a very wide area, first find out the direction and then find the way to Luling County."
Meng Qi changed his appearance after speaking, making himself look like he was about forty years old, with a calm bearing, a few strands of gray and silver frosted hair on his temples, and a few fine lines on the corners of his eyes. , When you go out and encounter a caravan, you will be treated with courtesy, because the merchants travel far and wide, and they will suspect that they are people with official positions or some aristocratic family.
Living in the air and nourishing the body, the poor and sour scribes do not have such appearances.
Meng Guoshi, who was about to "deceive", turned his head and greeted Mo Li for such a change.
The population in the south is denser than in the north, and the distance between villages is shorter. As long as people don’t live in the mountains, it is easier to buy and sell goods and see a doctor than in the north. The patients refused to believe him.
"Ali looks good like this." Meng Qi was very novel. He thought Mo Li was still a hermit, but his age had changed, and he turned out to be an elegant and elegant scribe.
The eyebrows are still the same, but the eyes are flowing, and the behavior is free and easy.
Does this seem like a lot
He used to be a modest gentleman, a hermit who was indifferent to fame and fortune, how could he suddenly become an unruly genius who knows all about the world and sees through the annoyance of wine, sex and wealth
"… "
In fact, Mo Li's 40-year-old appearance is imitated by Xue Ting. Don't look at Xue Lingjun's old age now. More than ten years ago in Zhushan County, he was fascinated by many young ladies who had just reached the hairpin. Xue Lingjun lived a free and easy life. , Even in such a barren place in Zhushan County, he is very good at living, and his skills in cooking tea, wine and painting are better than Qin Lu.
The people of Zhushan County did not understand what a noble man with a noble family style was, and they simply felt that Xue Lingjun was like a fairy.
In other words, the fairy is probably like this.
As for Mo Li, Mo Li also secretly learned Xue Lingjun's behavior and appearance when he was a child.
When it changed just now, I didn't react for a while, and I used it instinctively.
Seeing the surprise in Meng Qi's eyes, Mo Li felt like he had knocked over the bottle of five flavors, but he hesitated.
I knew there was today...
Stop learning!
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The fire was weak, and the damp wood was difficult to ignite.
Old Seven, the driver of the caravan, folded his arms and shivered.
Originally it was the hot summer season, so they were all wearing single clothes, but now they were soaking wet and hard to dry, and the cool breeze was blowing in bursts.
Obviously, the first two days were terribly hot, and everyone would be roasted out of oil, and the caravan was so hot that it made several people dizzy.
It is impossible for the caravan to delay the journey because of a few coachmen, leaving people behind and hiring new people in the city to drive the car. Because of his old age and experience, Lao Qi was recommended to this caravan by a chariot dealer. As a result, just one day out of the city, we encountered this rare storm.
Lao Qi is a little better. He knows that this is the legendary "Dragon King Water". People who find a high place in the flat suburbs to hide from the rain have a higher chance of survival, at least not because of the collapse of the house or the sundries rolled up by the wind. smashed to death.
However, with such a mighty Dragon King Water, Lao Qi has never seen it a few times in his life.
And it's never been as scary as it is today.
The canopy was "stripped" away by the wind, and the trunk was broken. When the wind was the strongest, it seemed that countless evil ghosts cried at the same time, which was like a gate to hell.
Fortunately, the caravan had Lao Qi and another old coachman. They found a place where they could take shelter from the wind, behind a small hill by the lake, and they also kept the caravan's goods. Although the surface was seriously flooded, neither the car nor the goods were swept away by the wind.
However, some people were unfortunate enough to have their feet wobbled, or to be scratched by branches, and the injuries were not serious.
After the storm stopped, the hills accumulated water into rivers, mixed with a lot of sediment.
People can barely swim there, but cars can't.
And the water doesn't dare to go down.
Just when everyone was devastated, two people in tattered clothes appeared outside.
He was not wearing clothes at all, but a piece of cloth he picked up. It is said that he overturned the boat in the wind on the lake. In order to survive, he had to take off the cumbersome clothes to facilitate swimming.
Thanks to the good water quality, the people in the caravan were terrified when they heard it.
Just now, the rain was so heavy that it hurt to hit him, and a waterspout appeared on the lake. He was not sent to the bottom by the Dragon King with the boat, and he was already burning high incense at home.
In fact, it doesn't matter what the two of them say, just by looking at their appearance, they are not ordinary people.
Even more unlikely to be a bandit, the caravan naturally has nothing to worry about.
"Lao Qi, what are you looking at?" Another driver asked in confusion, rubbing his palms.
"nothing."
The driver Lao Qi immediately retracted his gaze, and shrank into the dark without a trace.
After running the rivers and lakes for many years, Lao Qi will also be able to use both hands. Bandits are everywhere these days, and it is not easy to survive and make money. Lao Qi's skills are not on the table, but his eyesight is first-class tricky. According to him, those two people are very problematic!
First of all, the clothes, the cloth was torn by the wind and torn by the branches, but the two people were not injured at all. Isn't it strange
Secondly, they don't look like they are short of money at all, and their martial arts should be very good. When others step on the mud, they are like walking on the ground.
This light work is no trivial matter, and looking at their appearance, 80% of them are from a large sect.
- Those who look at people's faces all the year round and act cautiously, never have such a calm demeanor. The only people in the Jianghu who can live like the children of an aristocratic family are the direct descendants of the sect, or the forces that are difficult to shake through generations of inheritance, such as Jinfeng Villa.
There must be something important for such a person to appear here.
No wonder he dared to swim to the lake, no wonder he dared to walk in the stagnant water.
The coachman Lao Qi snorted and shrank to avoid the wind. The wind after the rain stopped was really cold.
"Ah!"
Some people in the caravan sneezed, and the manager frowned.
This is not a good thing. Looking at the situation outside, I am afraid that the county town has also been flooded by the heavy rain, the road cannot be passed, and the people in the caravan are sick again.
The coachman and the rest of the caravan knew what was at stake, and were uneasy.
After a catastrophe, there must be a catastrophe. Such a storm can already be called a catastrophe.
Mo Li was about to open his mouth to show the people in the caravan who smashed their feet and felt that they were a little weird, as if everyone didn't dare to approach the stagnant water. Except for the driver, Seventh, when the others looked at themselves and Meng Qi, there was still a little sympathy in their eyes and hesitant to say anything.
Mo Li and Meng Qi looked at each other, and when they were about to ask, they suddenly found that there was movement in the distance, and it seemed that someone was coming over with a fishing boat.
Everyone in the caravan was overjoyed and hurriedly called for help.
When the fishing boat gradually approached, the caravan members suddenly became nervous again, fearing that it was a stream of water bandits.
The people who came were dressed as fishermen, and from a long distance they saw a crowd of people crowded on the edge of the hills. They rowed over to see the cars and the goods. .
The caravan steward hesitated and did not dare to agree. Who knows where they will be taken by boat. If the village is a water bandit stockade, they will have no way to survive.
He turned his back to discuss with the old man in the caravan, but the fisherman got very sharp ears and was immediately angry.
"You are so ignorant, our Spirit Medicine Village is famous far and wide, how is it a water bandit stockade!"
"Elixir Village?"
The coachman Lao Qi's voice was particularly loud, and there was indescribable joy in his eyes.
Mo Li didn't care about it at first, but was gradually attracted by the crowd.
The caravan steward seemed to have heard the name of Spirit Medicine Village as well, so he hesitated for the most part, but he wasn't sure if the fisherman really came from that village.
"Who doesn't know that there is a living immortal in our village. If it wasn't for Immortal Peng, the people around here would all fall into the realm of hungry ghosts. The sudden disappearance of the storm just now might be due to Immortal Peng. Peng Immortal called us. Going to rescue the trapped people nearby, we are all kind, but you treat it like a donkey’s liver and lungs?!”
The fisherman shouted, Meng Qi sneered when he heard the words: "If you are kind, why do you need money again?"
Hearing this, the fisherman choked up, touched the back of his head and said shyly, "You don't have any money, so what are you doing out there, they are all poor people, and it's not easy to earn a little money to support your family."
This makes sense, and Meng Qi stopped talking.
The driver, Lao Qi, glanced at Meng Qi vaguely, and was discovered by Mo Li.
"That man is—"
"I know some shallow fists, there is no hostility like a spy like a water bandit, he looks simple and honest, but his eyes are very shrewd. When I look at you and me, I look at the place accurately. I should have found out that we know martial arts. He and the rest of the caravan The personality is out of place, I am afraid that the caravan hired from outside, which reminds me of some old acquaintances."
"you mean?"
"Fengxing Pavilion." Meng Qi whispered.
Fengxing Pavilion has various sources of intelligence. In addition to Jianghu news, they also know the commodity market well.
Mo Li's gaze skipped the coachman, Seventh. After all, no one with the ability would have thought that they could travel hundreds of miles in the wind and land on Peng Ze, but what the fisherman said about Peng Xianren made him very concerned.
The reincarnation of the six realms is a Buddhist saying, fishermen call it Immortal Peng, and they say that they fall into the realm of hungry ghosts...
"Wait, this is Peng Ze?" Mo Li suddenly remembered that Qin Lu traveled here decades ago and found that Peng Ze in Yangzhou had a strange disease.
The patient's abdomen is as big as a drum, the limbs are as thin as wood, and the complexion is sallow.
In some villages, men and women, young and old, everyone is sick, and their condition is terrible, and very few survive without disease.
So much so that the saying that hungry ghosts ruled and harmed the people was very popular.
"I may know about this Immortal Peng." Mo Li said while his face turned pale, "He is a doctor, and he was here with the teacher to treat people in the past."
Meng Qi was very surprised. At first, he thought that Peng Xianren was also a person who was kidnapped in the countryside. When he saw Mo Li's face was wrong, he hurriedly asked: "What happened to Ah Li? Was it hurt by the storm..."
"I'm fine." Mo Li calmed down and said in a low voice, "There is a strange disease here. People may get it when they touch the water in the wild, except for the masters of the inner family. You and I are both very human, and so is the spiritual energy. 'Internal strength', I just feel a little uncomfortable."
As soon as I know that there is a problem with the water, even if I don't get sick, I want to quickly bring a bucket of well water to heat and soak it.
"Teacher was highly skilled in martial arts back then, and he was invulnerable to evil spirits. After procrastinating for a long time, he didn't find that the problem was in the water."
"What is it?" Meng Qi looked at the water in surprise.
He has never heard of any disease that can be caused by water, and it is not the epidemic virus spread by the magic weapon in the book of Romance of the Gods.
"I don't know, I can't see it, and the eyesight of a top expert can't see it either. Anyway, it's in the water. It was only vaguely recorded in the ancient books. It was the doctor Peng who discovered that the evil might be in the water. The terrifying sight of the whole village being sick is only slightly alleviated by smearing it before people go into the fields or into the water."
The author has something to say: Meng Qi: good-looking, good-looking, good-looking A carp
Ink carp: I have a complicated mood, and I hesitate to say anything.
Meng Qi: Huh? What? Is this what Xue Ting looks like? !
In those days, Meng Guoshi took a look, but only Xue Ting, who knew martial arts, was remembered:... Dragon veins are blind, but dragon veins are not blind to dragon veins.
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Coachman Seventh: Wugong is really not afraid of anything, hey
Ink carp: ? ?
Ink carp: No, there is something in the water
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This disease is schistosomiasis. When the larvae come out of the snail, they will burrow into the skin when they encounter people and animals, causing the immune system to guard against a rash. The appearance of a rash is a sign that it is not good, and it is encountered.
In this article, because of the existence of internal and martial arts, the setting is that the masters are not afraid at all, not to mention that they can't get in, they will die if they enter. So you won't get sick.
In ancient times, it was difficult to find the source of the disease, and it was chronic and incurable, so there were all kinds of weird sayings about this disease.