And when Meng Qi regained consciousness, he found that his clothes were gone, and he turned into a gerbil again.
The doctor was next to him, and there were some thorns on the bushes hanging from the corner of his robe.
Is this Longjiaofeng
Meng Qi subconsciously determined this place. He looked at the boulder in front of him, and the dusty memory was further revived.
That's right, this is the place where Shangyun Mountain has the most spiritual energy, and it is also his original home.
He has lived here for as long as he can remember.
Although this rock looks huge, the hole in which it can live is very narrow, so it is not very comfortable.
It seems that from the moment he became aware of his "existence", the gerbil wanted to leave the stone and wander somewhere else.
It is a pity that the Longjiao Peak is too high, the gerbil is too small, and the wind outside the rock is too strong, trapping him there for many years.
In addition to the abundant spiritual energy, he basically did not eat or drink, and was directly slept by gerbils for many years.
- Since I can't go out, I can only sleep.
Meng Qi stroked the intermittent pictures in his memory.
There are many quiet places with pleasant scenery on the Nineteenth Peak of Shangyun Mountain, but Longjiao Peak has nothing but stones and sand.
He didn't know what the doctor's mountain looked like, and he was definitely bare on his side.
This is very frustrating.
No, Longjiao Peak is just a corner, and he is the mountain spirit of Shangyun Mountain, so the whole cannot be ignored.
Not bald at all!
It's all coincidence!
The gerbil was relieved, and then slowly patted the soil on his body with his paws, thinking that his demeanor was elegant and calm, and the ink carp beside him looked anxious for it.
The fat rat's paws can reach a limited range, and the coat color is pure white, and it will turn yellow and gray when it is stained with dust and sand.
The gerbil was photographed for a long time, but only the hair on both sides of the body and the chest area was cleaned.
So standing in front of the ink carp was a fat rat with a white body in the middle and sand grains under its head and stomach, not to mention the back that couldn't scratch its paws.
The meat trembled as soon as it was moved, and the grains of sand kept falling.
The ink carp suspected that at this time, the fat rat was stuffed into the bamboo cup and swayed up and down, and then the gerbil was placed, and half of the sand might be left in the cup.
The gerbil paced over and looked at the ink carp apologetically.
Before it could do anything, suddenly a gust of wind blew and something flew up.
The black bean-like eyes of the gerbil stared round, and without thinking about it, he ran away.
-clothing!
Although Meng Qi didn't have a clear awareness before, he instinctively put his clothes in a relatively sheltered corner. As a result, when Mo Li came, he reached out to pick up the hazy glowing ball that suddenly fell out, and accidentally pushed his clothes to the side.
The ground here is high and the wind is strong, there are only a few places that cannot be blown by the wind, and each sheltered area is very narrow.
When it was transformed into its original form, the clothes that were taken off disappeared because of an accident, so he could only be naked. This has always been the most worrying thing for Mo Li.
As a result, until now, this kind of accident has never happened to him, but it was met by Meng Qi.
There are strong winds on Longjiao Peak all the year round. Shouldn’t this kind of thing happen many times
Several thoughts popped into Mo Li's mind, but the man didn't stand still, and helped Meng Qi to chase the clothes—the clothes were worthless, but there was still a soft sword wrapped in them.
It is also because of this sword that the clothes were not directly blown off the cliff by the wind, but rolled up and down on the mountain road, sometimes hanging in the air, sometimes touching the ground.
"… "
When the soft sword is not filled with internal force and is not wrapped around the waist, it is like a tape measure with a harder material.
It is much lighter than a normal long sword, but it is a sword after all, and it still has some weight.
The soft sword turned into a round wheel hidden in the clothes, and was blown down the mountain by the strong wind. A chubby gerbil behind it chased desperately, because it seemed to be rolling because it ran too fast.
Mo Li wanted to laugh, but felt that it was not good, so he held back.
He lifted his qi and performed light energy, surpassed the gerbil in a few breaths, and reached out to grab the clothes.
"Shira-"
The ink carp had half a sleeve in his hand.
Clothes bought at the market are made of relatively common materials, and they can't stand such repeated tossing.
Mo Li stretched out his hand again, the edge of his palm was filled with infuriating energy formed by internal force, and the rolled up clothes suddenly shattered piece by piece, revealing the outline of a soft sword.
The soft sword was agitated by the internal force, the sword body suddenly straightened, and slammed to the ground.
The gerbil also arrived in time, stomping on the ground with its hind legs and stopping in front of the soft sword.
Pieces of clothes were flying freely, and the gerbil looked up, and then a piece of cloth fell from the head to cover it.
At the same time, the rushing of the soft sword and the gerbil brought down the scattered gravel on the mountain road, and buried the gerbil with a bang.
Surprised, the ink carp hurried to dig.
Meng Qi threw away the rags covering his eyes, feeling heavy.
Because Mo Li was helping him to get rid of the sand on his body, he just expressed his love to the person he liked last night, and today he is chasing after this sword of love.
Not to mention the sudden madness in the middle of the night, leaving the doctor behind and running over several mountains.
Meng Qi was a little disappointed. He thought his illness was getting better, but it wasn't at all.
When he noticed that the silly round atmosphere still existed, it was like a broken violin string. If Liu Dan had appeared in front of him just now, Meng Qi was not sure that he would be able to stop it this time.
Looking at the gerbil sitting on the ground in a daze, Mo Li coughed dryly. He first put away the soft sword, and then put the luggage on the ground.
"Find a dress to put on first."
After saying that, he turned around.
Meng Qi silently changed back, opened his luggage and looked for clothes.
He knew that Mo Li adhered to the principle of the gentleman's style, and would never look back and peek. Besides, it was not that he had not seen the front. The doctor had no interest in him at all.
Mo Li recognized the rustling of clothes behind him, looked at the huge rock in the distance, and pondered the insubstantial glowing ball, is that the small dragon veins born in Shangyun Mountain
The ink carp could not feel that the ball had self-awareness.
As a tree, the dragon veins of Mount Shilang are more spiritual than it.
"Doctor." Meng Qi interrupted Mo Li's thoughts.
This time Meng Qi honestly took out his clothes and did not touch the ink carp.
Mo Li glanced at him, put the bag on his back again, and did not return the sword.
Meng Qi stopped talking.
He didn't know whether Mo Li "confiscate" the sword to prevent the accident from happening again, or because of the name of the sword.
- Does accepting "Zhenqing" mean accepting Zhongqing
Meng Qi thought about what happened that day, and shook his head with a wry smile. How could it be the second
"Doctor, I'm sorry, I didn't expect... it's still alive."
No matter how stupid a mountain spirit is, it's a mountain spirit, and no matter how much you dislike it, you can't fight back and be "born" again.
Meng Qi thought that he had been serious about talking to Mo Li about how to have children of the same clan, and the answer was ironic. At that time, how could he have imagined that the mountain spirit actually grew out of the ground by himself.
No need to live at all!
"It is estimated that he was seriously injured and injured the source, and he actually hid here to recover."
Meng Qi was very angry when he mentioned this.
The dragon vein is very territorial, and that rock is where the "gerbil" was born.
At first, there was a "thief" who devoured spiritual energy in Shangyun Mountain, and Taijing Longmai was not happy. This time it was even more exaggerated, and his hometown was occupied.
But Meng Qi couldn't have a seizure, and he was afraid that Yuan Tuan would be scared away, so he had to block it back.
Meng Qi told Mo Li how stupid the little gerbil was. There was such a clumsy mountain spirit in the world, and it was luck that he was not captured by the alchemist.
Mo Li shook his head and said: "The alchemist believes that there are dragon veins in the world, but he doesn't believe that dragon veins will grow legs and run around on their own. How can they come to catch them?"
Meng Qi was puzzled, although he believed that Shanling was the dragon vein, but every time the doctor mentioned the dragon vein, he felt as if he had forgotten something.
Strange, what is it
"Shangyun Mountain is full of spiritual energy, and it is a good thing that the branches give birth to mountain spirits." Mo Li sighed with emotion.
Qimaoshan did not have such good luck, sitting at home without going out can catch a fat baby.
If you don't have a fat baby, you can catch a small fish at the edge of the mountain.
Mo Li thought that he had worked hard in the mountains to grow ginseng, raise white foxes, and take care of giant snakes. He eagerly hoped that they would turn into monsters. In the end, he did all the work in vain, and Meng Qi did nothing, and a small dragon vein grew in the ground. .
This is really a person dying of anger, and a dragon crying with anger.
"Okay, let it grow by itself in the cave." Mo Li sighed.
Meng Qi cooperatively stretched out his hand to diagnose Mo Li's pulse, which seemed to be the third time in a day.
Mo Li didn't care about the number of times as much as Meng Qi. He carefully felt the flow of Meng Qi's internal power and stuffed a Ningshen Pill.
"How much do you remember?"
"Not much, it's basically related to that round group." Meng Qi didn't name the gerbil.
Because the gerbil was himself, he was unwilling to call Yuan Tuan by this name.
Mo Li asked thoughtfully, "How long ago is the earliest thing you can recall?"
"I can't tell, it's not the Chen Dynasty anyway." Meng Qi frowned.
Before he became "Meng Qi", he spent many years squatting on the beam of an academy in Longwei Peak in the appearance of a gerbil.
There are also large and small temples and Taoist temples in this mountain. Some places are still preserved to this day, while others have fallen.
Meng Qi blurted out: "By the way, the day I turned into a human figure, I was watching Yang Daozhi's paintings in the Liuhe Temple of Longclaw Peak."
Yang Daozhi is a painting saint, and there are still stories that the tigers he painted would disappear from the scrolls.
Huasheng was a person from three hundred years ago. After Mo Li calculated, he found that Meng Qi was uneasy.
Mo Li advised: "You will remember everything sooner or later, so don't worry."
Meng Qi looked at Mo Li, but said nothing.
He thought that the age of eighty-seven could not be preserved.