Meng Qi looked strange.
For a split second, he wanted to break the alchemist's neck.
These alchemists who don't understand but always have to mess around, think that they have mastered the laws of destiny, and regard dragon veins as elixir in the mountains. Now, he has the guts to say that he can help people get the dragon veins!
Good one to get the dragon vein!
Meng Qi laughed in anger. He had guessed the truth from Mo Li before. The so-called mountain spirit should be the dragon vein in the mouth of the alchemist. The mountain spirit does exist, but it has nothing to do with luck, but it is just tied to a chariot of a certain family in the world, just like a life and death, it is really ridiculous!
For Shan Ling, isn't this sitting at home with nothing to do, and disaster comes from the sky
If you want to change the dynasty, go and rebel! Why can't we go with a mountain
Meng Qi was full of killing intent, not only wanted to kill the Taoist Sang who was trying to please him with the dragon veins, but also wanted to slaughter the Taiji Temple.
This killing intent almost condensed into substance, stabbing people's skin with pain.
Chief Sang Dao was the first to bear the brunt. He felt as if he had been thrown into the ice cave. He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was stiff and unable to move. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his mind went blank. Issued to.
Meng Qi looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at a dead object.
However, the expression on his face was very strange, his muscles twitched from time to time, showing a twisted smile.
His right hand clenched into a fist and trembled slightly. This was the residual rationality. He was trying his best to suppress his crazy thoughts.
"...How are you going to help me?"
Meng Qi's voice was very soft and his tone was a little quicker, as if he was chatting and joking with someone. But anyone who sees Meng Qi's expression and eyes will not have such an illusion.
Daochang Sang was so horrified that he finally understood why Daoist Changfeng was scared to death.
Such terrifying killing intent makes people feel in a trance that it is not a person at all, but a mad beast, a purple thunderbolt that traverses the sky, a monstrous wave that can destroy everything in an instant.
The manpower is simply not enough to compete, and there is no possibility of escape.
Sang Daochang regretted a lot.
Not all alchemists admit that there are hidden dragon caves in the world. There are differences and disputes among many schools of alchemists. Sang Daochang happens to be a person who believes in the existence of hidden dragon caves. He naturally wants to prove this point.
Now that Meng Guoshi is here, Sang Daochang is even more convinced of the hidden dragon cave, but if a person is dead, what is the point of other things
"I..." Sang Daochang's voice was hoarse. He struggled several times before he made a sound, and said intermittently, "I can find the dragon and fix the pulse, and I can also do the magic of borrowing and luck... I am good at purple and micro magic, and I can understand Qi and Huang..."
Hearing the word Qihuang, Meng Qi was stunned.
Then he realized something, and his back froze slightly.
Someone is looking at him.
- Across the smoke, standing not far away, watching him silently.
When Meng Qi was stunned, Sang Daochang got up and ran forward desperately, even if there was a cliff in front of him.
The old hunter, who was blind in one eye, was following the crowd to put out the fire. When he saw him rushing over, he swung the iron fork and tried his best. As a result, the Taoist priest didn't even look at him, kept his feet and jumped off the cliff.
"… "
This cliff is quite high, but falling off is not necessarily fatal, because the trees are prosperous, and if you are lucky enough to hit the trees one after another, you may break your arms and legs.
But luck is hard to say. What is the difference between jumping off a cliff and committing suicide
"I didn't see it, this Niubi is still a man, and he would rather die than be a prisoner."
"Hey, come on, I think he's terrified."
The people in Shimo Shanzhai had never practiced internal skills, so they didn't listen to a single word between Meng Qi and Sang Daochang, so they were guessing randomly.
"Below this cliff is a closed valley. There is no way out. Don't worry, let's put out the fire first."
If you want to get up, you can only climb a tree, and then lie down on the edge of the cliff along the dense canopy.
However, now the trees at the bottom of the cliff are also burning, and the screams of those who fell off the cliff can be vaguely heard.
In the light of the fire, this voice is extraordinarily infiltrating.
Meng Qi felt that the man behind him was slowly approaching, and the familiar clear breath also enveloped him. He took two breaths silently, and his tense body relaxed.
"Why didn't the doctor stop me?"
"You only took the medicine this morning." Mo Li's voice was calm, but as soon as he noticed something was wrong, he came back immediately.
But he didn't drag or wake Meng Qi, just stood behind.
Meng Qi's body swayed, and he simply leaned back on Mo Li.
Mo Li hesitated for a while, but did not push away, Meng Qi took the opportunity to turn around and hugged the man, burying his head on the side of Mo Li's neck.
When his breath touched that piece of skin, Meng Qi saw that the tip of his ear, which was close at hand, trembled, and quickly turned red.
The anxiety and anger in Meng Qi's heart miraculously disappeared.
He didn't speak again, and he didn't take an inch, he just held on to the person, and this posture of not letting go when he got the benefit made Mo Li inexplicably think of the gerbil.
I wonder if giving the gerbil a small piece of hard cake would look like this.
Then Mo Li's face sank, because according to this idea, isn't he the piece of cake
- After I go back, I won't make the pills, I'll just boil the medicine soup.
Pills are not bitter, but soup is bitter.
Meng Qi saw that the blushing on the tip of the doctor's ear had faded, and he knew that if he hugged him again, it would make Mo Li unhappy.
The more he thought about it, the darker his eyes became.
Meng Qi vaguely understood why he was happy to be a national teacher, and he had been doing it for many years.
In the Chu Dynasty, Meng Guoshi had nothing to do on weekdays. The so-called sacrificial sacrifices were all handled by the Ministry of Rites, Taichang Temple, and Qin Tianjian. That's it.
Therefore, Meng Qi, in addition to working with his old friends to make suggestions for the governance of the prosperous age, was trying to beat those alchemists so much that they never dared to enter the capital again.
This "beating" is not to beat directly, but to make these guys with immortal style and moral bones lose face and leave in shame.
The writing suddenly appeared on the blank paper, the clear water turned into blood, and the talisman paper suddenly burned—at first, Meng Qi had a little trouble exposing these tricks, but he had to find a way to find out the principles of these tricks, but later he was bored.
The alchemist's rhetoric is different, but the trick is always changing the soup instead of the medicine.
Not to mention Meng Guoshi, Chu Yuandi was tired of watching it.
Later, if the alchemist didn't have a surprising and winning trick, he would not dare to show his face in the circle of powerful people in Taijing.
Of course, there are always some fools and fools who believe this, and there are also clever alchemists, who are not playing tricks, but cheating money with a three-inch tongue. One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, as long as he doesn't bluff in front of Emperor Chu Yuan, Meng Qi doesn't care much.
But as long as these people fail to deceive and are tied to the government office by angry people, they will be severely punished.
As for those who made trouble or even murdered by virtue of their martial arts, Meng Qi would make them disappear without a trace.
Recalling the deeds of "fighting wits and courage" with these alchemists, a sarcastic smile appeared on Meng Qi's lips.
"Doctor, my original martial arts was not so high, but those alchemists let me know how to cultivate inner strength."
"Um?"
Mo Li quickly realized that Meng Qi might not have a master like himself.
Qin Lu was once the number one expert in the world, and Mo Li was taught by him, and he hardly made any detours. Meng Qi was different. Even if he "lived" in the world longer than Mo Li, it would take a lot of effort to "learn" martial arts.
"... The earliest is to have some boxing skills, similar to the people in Shimo Shanzhai."
Meng Qi thought for a while and continued, "It's the earliest, in fact, I don't remember when I first became a humanoid, and I don't know why I'm a gerbil. I just learned a little bit.”
Mo Li only felt a little stuffy in his chest. He had never thought that Meng Qi had such an experience before.
Under the rule of the Chen Dynasty, it can be said that the people are struggling to survive.
What about the dragon veins? The original form has no self-protection power, and when transformed into a human form, there is no common sense, no literacy, and no clothes on the body. Although Meng Qi only talked about stealing and learning superficial martial arts, there must be more difficulties.
No relatives, no money.
People who behave strangely will be treated as monsters.
"Afterwards, I practiced decently, and I could probably knock five or six people over." Meng Qi recalled the past and seemed to think of something, so he smiled, "I have a friend who doesn't know each other like this, so I call him Scholar Deng, let's go. A scholar has a violent temper, and he wants to act whenever he disagrees, but he has real skills... Later, when he joined the army, he naturally learned kung fu right away. I am good at both. I picked it up from the top, and I followed Qianfeng Ying to learn how to use iron claws to hook and climb high places.
Meng Qi recalled for a while and found that Mo Li had never spoken, and then he noticed the doctor's expression.
"… Let's go put out the fire?"
Meng Qi suddenly felt a little guilty, he stood here still, and even dragged Mo Li.
Mo Li returned to his senses and led the person to the stream.
There is a stream in this forest, and it is not difficult to put out the fire. It is just that there is no water container in everyone's hands for a while, which delays the fire.
Fortunately, people from Shimo Shanzhai often practice ambush here, so there is still a secret resting place, where there are several wooden barrels in addition to the rope net pockets for traps.
The fire is mainly concentrated near the cliff, and other places have been saved almost.
The big boss looked at the bottom of the cliff where the flames rolled over, and waved his hand: "Splashing water!"
This is a natural ambush. It can't be destroyed like this. Without this wave of troublemakers, who knows who will be next time.
Yan Cen still remembered that Sang Daochang saw Meng Qi's voice. After the fire was extinguished, he winked when the head of the family led someone down the cliff with a rope to check.
Yan Cen didn't suspect that Meng Qi was malicious, he was brooding about the origins of Sang Daochang and others.
The eldest family was not overjoyed because the shanzhai escaped, he said thoughtfully: "First ask them if there is anyone under the mountain, and how many people know that they have entered Shimo Mountain, ask everyone, and then kill after asking. ."
Sang Daochang did not die, but was scratched beyond recognition by the branches, and the person was choked out by the smoke.
The big boss picked up the person and asked him, Sang Daochang's mouth was upside down, crying and laughing for a while, like crazy, but Qing Dacheng's subordinates said a lot of useful things.
It turned out that Qing Dacheng had already served King Wu long ago, and half of the robbed property was filial piety. He also secretly mixed up a seal of General Zhenwei, saying it was a fourth-rank, but he could not get a salary, and no one knew about it.
There are many such Jianghu people under the command of King Wu.
On the one hand, they can make money, on the other hand, they can do shameful things. They don't see King Wu once a year, and all they receive are secret orders.
However, Qing Dacheng couldn't stay in the Dongting Gang, and he couldn't stay on the Green Forest Road all his life.
This time I went to Yongzhou, not directly to receive the secret order from King Wu.
In the order, they were only allowed to cooperate with Sang Daochang and serve King Wu.
Sang Daochang took them around Jiangnan, and then went north to Yongzhou, saying that there is a hidden dragon cave here.
As for whether King Wu knew about this matter, Qing Dacheng's subordinates naturally had nowhere to know.
The head of the family even asked a few people, and they all said this, and his brows became more and more frowning.
He simply killed the half-mad Daoist Sang, climbed the cliff again, and consulted with Yan Cen: "Let the brothers get ready, the peaceful days are probably coming to an end."
The King of Wu in the south wants to hide the dragon's cave, and the King of Tianshou in the west may want to attack Yongzhou.
It is really difficult to find a place to live in this troubled world.
The head of the family has the intention to take everyone to another place, but where can they stay for a while? Yongzhou has been suffering from drought for three consecutive years, and it is not easy to find a place with water in this area, let alone other places.
Sorrow returns to sorrow, he didn't forget the ink carp.
"Where's the doctor?"
"Over there, when Qian Xiaolang was carrying a broken pot to lure the enemy, he was smashed by the leader with a hidden weapon. He didn't directly hurt him, but he fell to the ground and slapped his cheek, crying with tears and snot. "
"This kid." The boss hurried over to see the situation.
It turned out that not only Qian Xiaolang was injured, but there were also a few people who couldn't escape and were injured by the group of Jianghu people.
The most serious one had a broken arm, a blue nose and a swollen face, and the ink carp was being bone-setting.
Meng Qi had long been accustomed to attacking Mo Li. In any case, these people were much less injured than the victims of the Qiuling County earthquake.
"This... I don't know how to thank the doctor." The master of Shimo was a little troubled, and he couldn't accept it with shame, but the cottage was so poor that he couldn't give anything.
"No, it just happened to happen. When the boss was in danger, he didn't look forward to the future. He was afraid that the path of the cottage would be exposed to me and the two of you. You really saved yourselves."
Mo Li thought of Ning Changyuan, and said, "Speaking of repayment, it's okay to save someone else just like me."
The big boss agreed without hesitation. It was just to save people, not to take care of the food, drink and the rest of the life of the rescued people. It really wasn't a big deal.
Mo Li asked Daochang Sang about the matter, and the master briefly said it, but he did not mention the matter of the king being bestowed by heaven.
"Recently, there is a rumor on the Jianghu Road that the ancestor of Qingwu determined that the tomb of Emperor Chen Li was stolen. Most people rushed to the tomb of the emperor, and the alchemist should be no exception."
Hearing Mo Li's words, the master suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, someone came to report, saying that the body of the merchant was found in the stone ditch, and a knife was stabbed in the chest.
Although Yan Cen was annoyed that this businessman had caused this disaster, but they were all people he knew in the village. Now that everyone is dead, he still asked his brothers to dig a grave and bury them properly.
"Big brother, go down the mountain to find those people from Chiji Mountain." Yan Cen said worriedly.
Mo Li always felt that the name Chiyu Mountain was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
There are many mountains in Pingzhou, and many of the mountains are simply mountains, and they are not marked on the map. Except for the local people, no one knows the name.
It was such a noisy night.
The big boss did not rest, and went down the mountain again.
Yan Cen was stared at by Mo Li and drank a bowl of medicine. The well-informed second master was stared at by a cold sweat, and his hand involuntarily touched the bowl.
In hindsight, the doctor's method of forcing the patient to take medicine is also very strange. He doesn't get angry or blame, just looking at you like this can make people panic and restless.
I don't know the origin of the person who followed the doctor, how can he withstand being stared at by the doctor every day.
The cottage was not big, so Yan Cen naturally knew that after they came back, Mo Li boiled a pot of medicinal soup.
The medicine was much more bitter than the bowl in the hand of the second master. When the wind blew, the bitter taste could waft out half a mile, and people passing by the stone house couldn't help but quicken their pace.
As a result, the man said he would drink, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He really was a man.
Mo Li was also very puzzled by this matter. With such a bitter medicine, ordinary people might vomit after importing it, but Meng Qi drank it like a bowl of tea soup. He almost suspected that Meng Qi had a problem with his sense of taste.
"Can I not drink the medicine the doctor gave?" Meng Qi raised his eyebrows.
Mo Li said blankly, "Then I'll get you a hard cake, soak it in medicinal soup and eat it?"
Meng Qi was so frightened that he sat up and lost his calm attitude.
"Just kidding, put other things to destroy the medicinal properties." Mo Li said slowly after watching the excitement.
Meng Qi was dumbfounded, thinking that he was fearless all his life, why would he fall for the doctor
To be honest, the medicine was really bitter, completely different from the few times I had taken it before.
Meng Qi probed to find out, Mo Li said that he had changed the recipe. There are more herbs in Shimo Shanzhai.
The people from Shimo Shanzhai were busy cleaning up the woods outside and burying the corpses, and it just took two days. Mo Li took Yan Cen's pulse again and found that his condition had eased, so he prescribed two more heat-clearing and detoxifying prescriptions.
Taking medicine soup is slow to take effect. If it is not for the inner strength to see the meridians and viscera, the ink carp must have spent ten and a half days in the Shimo cottage to determine Yan Cen's condition.
Mo Li remembered the matter of Emperor Li's mausoleum, and saw the other injured people in the cottage, and was about to leave.
In the past two days, Meng Qi gave the boss a few ideas, asking them to change the ambush and traps outside, and study the ambush route. Both the boss and Yan Cen listened with great interest.
Now when I hear that the two are leaving, I feel a bit reluctant.
But there is a banquet in the world that doesn't go away. It was originally a chance meeting, and each has something to worry about. How can they be together for a long time? Yan Cen packed some herbs and dry food, but Mo Li didn't reject it this time. After confirming that there was no tiger whip in it, he accepted it.
It rained a bit that day, and when Mo Li and the two set off, the sky was already clear.
The people in the cottage have come to see each other, and they have come a long way, and they can still be seen from a distance.
"That Yan Cen is a good material for learning the art of war." Meng Qi muttered behind Mo Li.
Doctor Mo turned to look at him: "Why, do you want to accept an apprentice?"
Meng Qi waved his hand when he heard the words, and said subconsciously, "What can I teach? I'm not a soldier like a god..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped and looked in a trance.
There are naturally people who use soldiers like gods, and Meng Qi, who is full of strategy, is also familiar with it.
But people are gone, how to compare
Mo Li knew that Meng Qi was thinking about the past again, he did not interrupt Meng Qi's memories, but slowed down and walked not far in front of Meng Qi.
Seeing this man steadily walking where he walked, Doctor Mo suddenly had an indescribable feeling.
The years that belonged to the national teacher Meng Qi have passed away, no matter whether it is a person or a thing, it no longer exists.
Meng Qi has traveled many places in his life, but there is nothing behind him, and he has not been able to keep anything, only Mo Li is still in front of him at the moment.
Not going away, not going away.
Because ink carp is different from others.
Mo Li felt inexplicably heavy in his heart, and he felt that he was not walking alone.
The dark clouds in the sky will disperse, and there is light shining through the gaps in the canopy on the slippery mountain road.
Meng Qi regained his senses, squinted his eyes for a while, and then found that the doctor was counting money as he walked.
"... Our silver should be able to last for a while?"
"I can't tell." Mo Li was very worried, and he even counted the cost of staying at the inn in Taijing.
The expenses of two people are always higher than that of one person, and all aspects must be taken into account, because Meng Qi seems to be a person who does whatever he wants and does not love to spend.
Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi and continued to count the money.
Meng Qi: "..."
He always felt that the way the doctor looked at him had changed, and he couldn't figure it out.
"Lack of money is indeed a hassle, and there is no Liu Qianbao here." Meng Qi was very emotional.
Liu Dan was a bandit general who was ordered to fight bandits in Pingzhou, and it was impossible for him to come to Yongzhou.
"Why do you only remember him?"
Mo Cari thought to himself, he couldn't just pick up a sheep and start his hands.
"Well, maybe it's fate!" Meng Qi silently swallowed the word bullying.
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Meng Qi: Actually, I also have a lot of fate with the doctor.
Mo Li: ... I know you think I'm bullying.
Doctor Mo silently boiled the medicine, and the bitter taste drifted further away.