Cheng Jingchuan didn't say anything, and didn't look surprised at all.
This handsome, tall and upright young man stood beside him with low eyebrows pleasing to the eye, doing the work of a servant, refilling the teapot on the table.
This gave the ink carp a deep sense of disobedience.
Before he could think about it, he stood up abruptly and hurriedly exited the pavilion.
The guards outside the pavilion drew their knives in unison, but did not approach Mo Li within three steps.
Seeing that the situation is not good, the gerbil instinctively sticks out—
"Snapped"
Iron Mitsubishi-shaped cones plunge into the grass.
This is a rope dart with a thin cord tied behind the sharp iron dart.
The ink carp was startled, raised the palm to deflect the rope dart in the direction, and the strong wind swept away the blades of grass, and there was nothing inside.
Cheng Jingchuan took advantage of the situation to retract the rope dart, picked up a small hair from the iron dart, and looked suspicious.
Mo Li also finally noticed the strange stagnation of the aura of the meridians in his body.
-poison? Drugged? How did you get caught
Mo Li was stunned with great confusion. As a doctor who is familiar with the properties of herbal medicine, he has seen many ways of using poison in Xue Ting, the master of poison. From the moment he stepped into this pavilion, he kept his attention all the time. Rao is Is that still a hit
If it wasn't for the wrong location and timing, Mo Li would like to ask how it was done.
He secretly used luck to resolve the medicinal power, and his eyes swept over the shadows cast by the surrounding vegetation without a trace.
The gerbil was not injured.
Cheng Jingchuan is really sharp by nature...
Mo Li knows that some people are born with five senses higher than ordinary people, and they are different from good muscles and bones who practice martial arts. They can immediately perceive the abnormality around them and quickly find out what is wrong with the whole thing. From a young age, such a person is suitable for studying medicine as well as a cook. On a large scale, he is simply a natural strategist or a handsome man.
Mo Li didn't know what Cheng Jingchuan's knowledge was. Just looking at this reaction, it was rare in the world.
In particular, Cheng Jingchuan is not a martial arts master, he learns horseback kung fu, and his walking posture can convey this message clearly.
Without the peak internal strength, you can only rely on intuition to find out that you have been spied on along the way, and even catch the trace at the moment when the gerbil is nervous - what kind of talent is this? It is almost the only thing that Mo Li has seen in his life. If such talents can be seen everywhere when the world is in chaos at the end of the Chen Dynasty, Mo Li can probably imagine the fierce fighting between the various forces at that time.
So the discord became stronger.
The phoenix chooses the wood to live, and the worthy minister chooses the master.
But Qiu Si has no place from head to toe like "Master Ming". Could it be that Cheng Jingchuan is a very capable but blind person
"You're pissing me off."
Mo Li calmed down and said in a cold tone as much as possible, "What you just said was to anger me and let me kill you."
- If you don't understand, just don't want to, just use words to test.
Mo Li's face was expressionless and calm, and it was impossible to judge the extent of the "poison" just by looking at his expression.
Qiu Si was still sitting in the pavilion, not approaching the ink carp.
Cheng Jingchuan tucked the tiny hair into his purse and smiled at Mo Li: "It seems that Doctor Mo has a clever little thing, which was missed in the previous secret report of Fengxing Pavilion. The water is cold, and I can't see my fingers at night, I hope it won't run away after being frightened."
It's weird to be able to run away!
Mo Li guessed that Meng Qi must be attacking the guards in the palace and stripping people's clothes and boots.
This one of him is probably a drug that does no damage to the meridians and viscera, but the limbs are weak and slightly dizzy.
If you really want to do it, the ink carp is not afraid.
Although there were twenty or so guards with weapons in front of them, and Cheng Jingchuan who could make dart ropes, it was impossible to stop the ink carp.
It's just that tonight's meeting was weird from start to finish.
"You provoked me to kill you?"
Mo Li stared at Qiu Si in the pavilion and repeated it puzzled.
Anger and doubts were concealed by Sen Leng's tone, and the guards on the kick-path were nervously surrounding them.
Cheng Jingchuan waved his hand immediately, and everyone stopped, still vigilant on their faces.
"you-"
Mo Li was suddenly stunned and blurted out, "You're not Mr. Qiu at all?"
Mr. Qiu in the pavilion was motionless, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes that seemed sober and mad were perfect.
A look of surprise appeared on Cheng Jingchuan's face. Although he quickly covered it up, he did not escape Mo Li's eyes.
Just when Mo Li decided that the "Mr. Qiu" in front of him was a fake, a substitute, and a ghost who was specially sent to him to provoke him, his head became dizzy again, and he didn't lose consciousness, but he was addicted to the drug. Symptoms became more pronounced.
what happened
Mingming closed his breath the moment he noticed something was wrong, Mo Li felt as if he had fallen into an invisible trap.
What did he miss
"... Doctor Mo's ability to persist until now is beyond my expectations... "
Mr. Qiu's voice sounded very far away, Mo Li knew that this was the result of a medicinal attack, he tried to stop his internal breathing, and the feeling of dizziness eased a little.
Suddenly a person rushed out from the slanted field, and before Cheng Jingchuan's guards could see it clearly, they smelled a strong fragrance.
"Snapped."
A pot of rock bonsai was violently pushed to the ground.
There are pine trees planted in the bonsai, there is water under the stones, and there are boats with walnut and stone carvings floating.
There seemed to be ice cubes in the pores of the stone cave, and white smoke came out slowly. After getting close, it felt particularly cool, and there was a burst of fragrance.
This kind of bonsai is also available in the Taijing Imperial Palace. King Ning's side is more beautiful, and the ink carp doesn't care much, and the bonsai is placed far away, on a landscape viewing flower platform at least a hundred steps away from the pavilion. Even if there is a problem with the bonsai, it is impossible to float so far and affect the ink carp.
Seeing Meng Qi who suddenly appeared, and the bonsai he brought to the ground specially, Mo Li's pupils shrank, thinking of an extremely terrifying possibility.
However, he was holding his breath now, so he couldn't judge right away.
"Meng Guoshi?" Mr. Qiu was startled and stood up abruptly.
Cheng Jingchuan reacted very quickly and dropped the dart rope and snatched the saber of the guard beside him.
Meng Qi was wearing a guard's light armored brocade robe, his face was as deep as water, and his eyes were angry, as if he had been hiding in the palace like this all along, and only appeared when the situation was not good.
Qiu Si quickly calmed down. He glanced at the bonsai on the ground and said, "Meng Guoshi really has a good eye."
Only then did Meng Qi realize that because he was in a hurry, he directly knocked out the guard with a "normal appearance" and changed his clothes. However, this normal is really abnormal in the eyes of others. It may be able to deceive others, but it is not very useful for smart people.
Originally, Meng Qi had no intention of covering it up, so people could make random guesses.
Interested people are like autumn scenery, and they don't even mention it.
Qiu Jing's father, Mr. Qiu, was definitely not a man of interest. Meng Qi had a cold look and stepped on the rock bonsai.
- The toes with inner strength directly crush the stones into powder.
"Hey, the national teacher is displeased, so why take his anger on these objects, the spiritual stone is hard to find, and the small piece hidden in this bonsai is worth at least a thousand ounces." Qiu Si closed the cloak on his body, shook his head and sighed, "If it is a good quality Those who have a good hole and become a scene can be said to be invaluable, and there are not many in the Taijing Imperial City."
Meng Qi's face was sullen, and he didn't say a word.
He stretched out his hand to support the ink carp, then simply carried the person on his back and walked away.
The guards wanted to chase, but were stopped by Cheng Jingchuan.
The madness in Qiu Si's eyes quickly receded, and after a while he looked no different from a desolate old scholar.
"Go get the things out." Qius ordered.
Immediately someone entered the boiler room at the bottom of the pavilion and removed many stones.
They are large or small, some are carefully carved, and some still maintain the appearance of freshly mined from the mountains, stained with unwashed soil.
These stones, without exception, have holes, and a faint smoke that is visible to the naked eye slowly emerges, and soon melts into the invisible. This is the "spirit stone" favored by the nobles of the aristocratic family. All of them are produced in deep mountains and dense forests, and some are dug out of underground mines. As long as it is cold or hot, the stones will naturally produce smoke, which is called a wonder.
According to historical records, Emperor Chen Li once received a spiritual stone tribute. When it was about to rain, the smoke from the strange stone could cover the entire bonsai, presenting a beautiful scenery surrounded by clouds and mountains.
Qiu Si turned his head slightly and covered his mouth and nose with his cloak.
The guards who went to carry the stones even covered their faces with cloth towels. Even if they were so far apart, the strong fragrance and choking smell wafted out after the sealed room was opened. If the ink carp is still here, it must be able to smell that this is the main ingredient of the mountain tomato flower, the Mongolian sweat medicine.
The stones are all placed in a completely sealed house, the flue is blocked in summer, and people outside cannot smell any odor at all. The only pot of rock is placed on the viewing platform in the distance. As long as the tomato juice in the bonsai is not drunk, it will be fine even if it is smelled in the wind.
It is this arrangement that is logically impossible to attract people, and almost pitted the ink carp.
"I didn't expect it to actually work..."
The person who spoke was Cheng Jingchuan, with a strange expression, as if he had seen something incredible.
Qiu Si twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile: "I prepared these things at first, and 'raised' them day and night with bellflower flowers, in order to deal with Zhao Zangfeng, the ancestor of Qingwu. He kept saying that the highest martial arts is to win the world. Good fortune, sucking the essence of the sun and the moon, it sounds absurd and seems to be turning into a monster. Just in case, after all, no one can explain where these stones are found, there is a natural clean air, this may be Qingwu The old ancestor was thinking about the spiritual energy that he wanted to use for himself..."
Poisoning spiritual energy is no doubt whimsical.
Anyway, it doesn't cost anything, it's just a mustard flower.
I also found someone to look at Feng Shui and found a good "crypt" to keep it. For several years, I soaked the stones in the juice of the tomato flower until they were inseparable.
If there are people who are absorbing spiritual energy all the time, the cycle of throttling and respiration…
Then let him feel good.
"I saw the various secret reports from Fengxing Pavilion, and I have always suspected the rumored Meng Guoshi... Meng Qi has actually found a way to use these clear breaths, so his martial arts are so high that he can step on the Mojieti Temple, that gang The people of Xiliang seem to have guessed something, although they are stupid, but Ayan Puka has some skills." Mr. Qiu pondered for a while, then turned his head and instructed, "Is there any news from Feihe Mountain?"
"No, those people from Xiliang have dispersed, and I didn't wait for Ayan Puka to appear." Cheng Jingchuan paused and said hesitantly, "It is estimated that he died at the hands of Meng Guoshi."
"Ah."
Qiu Si smiled sarcastically, caught a glimpse of Cheng Jingchuan's uneasy demeanor, and rebuked, "What are you afraid of? Whether it's absorbing spiritual energy, or dantian generating inner strength, it's all a kind of martial arts, a kind of martial arts that is difficult to learn. They He has not become an immortal and turned into a demon, he is still flesh and blood, and he has seven emotions and six desires, so what is there to be afraid of?"
Cheng Jingchuan shook his head and said, "Mr. Qiu, we only saw that Doctor Mo was affected, but Meng Guoshi was no different."
Qiu Si said indifferently, "This is more troublesome than the general drug addiction. It is not possible to just close the breath, and you have to be good at using internal strength. A martial arts master who loses his internal strength is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, although its sharp claws have a sharp edge. Fighting hard, but unwilling to fight for a long time, as long as a hundred archers who can't miss their arrows are mobilized, it will be difficult for them to retreat completely."
Cheng Jingchuan hesitated.
Sure enough, he heard Qiu Si sigh in a very regretful tone: "Doctor Mo is just fine, the doctors are all soft-hearted. Master Meng is so angry that he hasn't killed me yet."
Cheng Jingchuan was horrified.
Although he knew Mr. Qiu's plan for a long time, when he really faced it, he still felt a deep chill.
How terrible is a person who doesn't even care about his own life.
***
Meng Qi carried the ink carp over the palace wall and found a remote and deserted palace.
After leaving the place where there was a problem with the spiritual energy, the ink carp gradually slowed down.
"Ali?"
"I'm fine." Mo Li suppressed his anger for his negligence.
Meng Qi took a step forward and embraced the person, and whispered comfortably: "It's my fault, I didn't notice the situation over the bonsai."
"No." Mo Li said only one word, then met Meng Qi's eyes, and the two were silent at the same time.
They don't need to shirk their responsibilities, and they don't need to rush to admit their mistakes. The fact is that no one underestimates Qiu Si today.
That incredible drug trick—
Mo Li inadvertently exposed the secret. He needs spiritual energy, just like breathing, and his body naturally exchanges spiritual energy with the outside world.
"How did he do it? Why does he think like this?" Mo Li had countless questions in his mind, and the medicinal properties that had just expired made him dizzy.
Meng Qi helped the person to sit down in the corridor, and put his palm against the back of the ink carp, using his own spiritual energy to help the ink carp expel the strangeness.
Herbs are born underground, and herbs are equally effective on dragon veins, both good and bad.
The potent effect of this potion exceeded the expectations of the black carp.
"There shouldn't be such a powerful drug. I'm afraid that it will affect us especially after mixing with spiritual energy." Mo Li regained his sobriety and said solemnly, "This is definitely not a temporary intention, he was prepared for this originally, I'm afraid It was used against you."
The news that Meng Guoshi was rejuvenated and his face changed must have reached Mr. Qiu's ears.
How much did Qius know? Did Ayan Puka tell him about the dragon veins
"Thanks to Ah Li, otherwise..."
Meng Qi didn't say anything. If he hadn't turned into a gerbil today, when he found out that he couldn't use his spiritual energy, he would probably be in trouble like a black carp.
Run is estimated to be able to run away, but to be embarrassed.
Face doesn't matter, what if A Li is injured
"That's a lunatic." Meng Qi said bitterly.
Mo Li agreed, but he still had doubts: "It's not a stand-in, is it the real Qiu Si?"
"Yes." Meng Qi took a deep breath, threw away his irritability, and said solemnly, "Have you ever thought about the predicament of Fengxing Pavilion, which can be completely solved by one incident, which will make Qiujing not fight for himself? If you fail, take the initiative to retreat."
"You mean..."
"If her father dies, no matter how much Qiu Pavilion Master disagrees with Fu Chu, he will not be able to regain and suppress those who disagree with her. The power of Fengxing Pavilion, whether it is big or small, is not small, as long as If you use it well, it can determine the battle situation to a certain extent." Meng Qi said and became agitated again, the opponents he hated most were lunatics, because they could do things that no one else could think of.
When Mr. Qiu is doing normal planning, there are still traces to follow. Once he is crazy, it is really a headache.
"He must have a successor, it should be Cheng Jingchuan, so there is no need to worry about whether the plan after his death can proceed smoothly."
Meng Qi rubbed his brows and talked to Mo Li about an opponent the Chu army encountered in the turbulent times of Chen Mo in the past.
That person is even more out of line than Qiu Si, but he has countless followers.
People like Li Yuanze are most afraid of being killed in battle and having no successor, and their forces will be torn apart, and the lunatic has considered this possibility from the very beginning. All planning starts after they are dead, and sometimes people are more difficult to deal with when they are dead than alive.
The Chu army defeated the opponent after a lot of hard work, but was smashed by the opponent's endgame, and had to withdraw from the captured territory, and almost collapsed. Fortunately, there were talents like Yin Qingheng and Deng Shusheng who were good at internal affairs. team.
"This kind of person doesn't have fame and fortune in his heart, and he doesn't care about his own life and death, but he is willing to watch others struggle. Now I can't help it, and he still wants to cheat to death."
The author has something to say: In fashionable terms, Qiu Si is a bit anti-social
If it is more appropriate, it is lawful evil. In order to achieve its goals, it is possible to establish an organization with rules and systems, and it can also be managed very well, but in essence, it does not care about others.
It doesn't matter if it's human life or feelings.
But he is very good at using human life, and he is very good at using emotions
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Gerbil: You dare to move the carp and jump.jpg
Dodged the dart rope and flew out to change back into human form, grabbed a guard with his arm and dragged him into the grass, stripping his clothes.