pressure
What pressure
Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment.
Then he quickly realized: what pressure can he have? !
"You..." He stared at Meng Qi.
It was already late at night, and the place where the wine shop and his family were located was in the outskirts of Jingyuetian City, which was far less prosperous than the center of the city.
The two of them walked all the way from the wine shop to here, and they didn't meet anyone on the way.
"You really don't plan to put any conditions on me?" Yan Xuan asked again
"Do you want me to mention it?" Meng Qi asked him.
Yan Xuan: "..."
Why did he feel that such a conversation was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Yan Xuan was silent for a moment, then simply changed the subject: "Aren't you going to ask me something?"
Meng Qi thought for a while, then asked back, "Do you want me to ask you anything?"
Yan Xuan: "..."
Where did this woman come from? !
Why do you feel that you are completely out of touch with her thinking
Not only that, she didn't seem to be very curious.
At this time, normal people shouldn't ask him why he appeared here? Why are you still in the training period? Why don't you go back to Mirror Moon Sky, but wander around the city and meet these ordinary people
Yan Xuan has been known as a cultivation genius since he was a child, even in a top sect like Jingyuetian, he is the best disciple.
What's more, his father is also the sect master of Jingyuetian.
Since he was a child, he was surrounded by many people who wanted to please him. When he was older, after he was seventeen or eighteen, there were never many female cultivators around him.
These, whether they are those who want to please him or the nuns who are willing to surround him, will center on him.
Although Yan Xuan has no interest in anything other than cultivation, he has long been used to being admired by all the stars, and everyone puts him first in everything.
later…
His expression darkened.
Later, he was seriously injured. Within two years, his cultivation base returned from the hole to the Qi training stage, and it was difficult for him to make further progress from then on.
His father is still the suzerain of Jingyuetian, the first person of the number one Dharma cultivation sect in the three thousand worlds.
Those who used to surround him still wouldn't and didn't dare to do excessive things to him.
But some things are still different after all.
Yan Shunbei could not tell the world that his son became like this for the sake of the Three Thousand Worlds.
At that time, Yan Xuan fought with a young demon cultivator who invaded from the demon world. He was seriously injured and the other party died on the spot.
The one who died on Moxiu's side was the most favored son of the master of the Mofu. The other party threatened to take revenge for his son, and if Yan Xuan was still the same Yan Xuan from before, he would not be afraid of such revenge.
But he is no longer.
His inner alchemy was extremely badly injured, and soon after he was rescued, his cultivation level dropped by two major realms.
Yan Shunbei is not only the suzerain of Jingyuetian, but also Yan Xuan's father.
At that time, the demon cultivators wanted to use the gap in the barrier to sneak to the Three Thousand Worlds, which originally happened in a remote and desolate place in the Western Territory.
Otherwise, Yan Xuan wouldn't have waited for three days to finally get help, fighting to the point of exhaustion.
This incident happened quietly, and very few people knew about it.
Yan Shunbei simply did not let more people know.
Even in Jingyuetian, only a few elders, that is, the few people who went to rescue him back then, knew about it.
Even Yan Xuan's fellow disciples didn't know why overnight, the talented youths in the sect fell into a slump, and their cultivation base became worse and worse.
Later, the disciples in charge of handymen in Jingyuetian were all higher than him.
They won't do anything to the door master's son.
But there are fewer and fewer people around Yan Xuan, and those female cultivators who once admired him and admired him gradually left.
Those people who surrounded him like stars holding the moon in the past have become stronger one by one in the past two years, and they have also become the moon that will be held in the sky by more people.
Only Yan Xuan stopped at the bottom of the valley forever.
In fact, he was not hurt and humiliated, and no one would bully him. He knew that as long as his father was still alive, people would not even say a harsh word to him.
But probably only those who have experienced it will understand such despair.
Only those who have experienced such a thing will understand the misery of falling from the clouds and being unable to get up again.
On the street in the dark night, there were only the unhurried footsteps of Yan Xuan and Meng Qi.
They walked a long way, at least long enough for Yan Xuan to have enough time to recall everything that happened in the past two years.
He didn't want to stay in the door more and more.
There was no ill-spokenness there, and no one would deliberately trample on his dignity.
But every moment he was there, he could feel that the direct gap between himself and his peers was widening like flying.
They still have a future, the way is ahead, they just need to practice hard.
But he has nothing.
In the past two years, many doctors and cultivators who have become famous in the three thousand worlds have come to treat him.
Even members of the Xue family, the strongest in the Western Realm, shook their heads regretfully, and then left.
He still remembered the disappointment and pity on the face of Leader Xue of the Wind League when he left.
Yan Xuan heard his father mention it before, he said that he might marry the daughter of the leader of Fengmeng in the future.
But this matter is not in a hurry, it depends on whether he and the other girl are willing or not.
Of course, the incident has not been mentioned since.
It's not like looking down on him.
The corners of Yan Xuan's lips raised slightly, but the smile was a bit bitter. Even if the other party is still willing, he is not willing.
Thinking of this, he glanced sideways at Meng Qi again.
The green-robed female doctor Xiu didn't speak, and walked quietly beside him. There was a faint medicinal fragrance on her body, and when the night wind blew, this vaguely bitter taste seemed to float farther away, but it smelled nothing at all. Not annoying.
"Don't you ask?" Yan Xuan repeated what he said just now, "Aren't you asking why I'm here?"
"The sect I was born in is called Qingfeng Valley." Meng Qi didn't ask him, but said instead: "Have you never heard of Young Master Yan?"
Yan Xuan: "..."
He had really heard of it, although it was just a trivial little doctor cultivating sect in the three thousand worlds, Meng Qi came out of this sect.
At their medical practice meeting, not only did they pass the test, but they were also recognized by the will of the ancient doctor Lin Yan who stayed in the xinglin enchantment.
At that time, Lin Yan recognized Meng Qi as a friend in front of so many... It can be said that the whole world of medical practitioners.
This honor has already destined her to have a bright future.
Qingfeng Valley was known to everyone at once, and spread throughout the three thousand worlds.
Yan Xuan's father was very concerned about this major event that happened at the medical practice meeting.
"Then Qingfenggu disappeared." Meng Qi spread her hands, "I'm just a casual cultivator without a sect now."
Yan Xuan: "...and then?"
"Sect Master Yan didn't ask me why I came here and why I wanted to enter Shijue Mountain?"
Meng Qi said leisurely: "Everyone will have different situations, and different things will happen to them. This is everyone's way, and there is nothing to be curious about."
Yan Xuan: "..."
The truth seemed to be the same, but he still felt a little strange.
Yan Xuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "You saved him just now, what is your purpose?"
Without waiting for Meng Qi to answer, he quickly added: "I want to listen to the truth."
He said: "And you only have one chance. If you lie to me, there is no need to talk about the next thing."
"I've already said it." Meng Qi couldn't help but smile wryly, "There's an injured child in front of him, since we all know about it, it's impossible not to save him."
"You can save him after coming out of Shijue Mountain, can't you?"
"But..." Meng Qi sighed lightly, "I may not be able to come out of Shijue Mountain. And he may not be able to wait until I come out."
She smiled, her voice still calm and calm: "The child of the boss's family is not a cultivator at all. It is not easy to survive until now after being injured by the devil's energy. Maybe he won't be able to wait for me to come out of Shijue Mountain come out."
"Then you are not worried that this will affect your next trip to the Ten Jue Mountains? Maybe in the past few hours, if you get more familiar with your magic weapons and practice a few more pills, you will be able to stay in the Shijue Mountains." The chances of winning are better.”
Yan Xuan said: "He is just an ordinary person."
Meng Qi was even more confused: "Didn't you take me to that wine shop?"
Yan Xuan: "..."
"Master Yan Shaomen, I don't know what you want to say, can you just say it?" Meng Qi said: "Since I said that I want to cooperate with you, I am very sincere. You can talk to me openly and honestly if you have anything to say." Say, don't do that."
"This... This is wrong!" Yan Xuan didn't know why.
"What's wrong?" Meng Qi asked: "You take me to that restaurant, tell the proprietress of the restaurant that I am a doctor, and ask her to take me to see her injured son. I cured her son... and now you say it's wrong? "
She was completely dumbfounded.
"You obviously shouldn't save him now!" Yan Xuan said.
"Then when should we save?" Meng Qi frowned, she looked at Yan Xuan's expression, and after a moment of shock, she probably understood what Yan Xuan meant.
Meng Qi smiled, and said to Yan Xuan: "Master Yan, just like what I said just now, since I saw an injured child in front of me, I will definitely save it if I can."
She paused: "You should understand, shouldn't you?"
Meng Qi kind of guessed what Yan Xuan was awkward about, and she actually understood it too.
Although the situation is a bit different, but Yan Xuan was injured in order to protect the Three Thousand Worlds, and he was reduced to such a situation, and this matter cannot be told to everyone in the world.
What most people know is that Jingyuetian's talented young sect master suddenly became a mediocre person, and he was no longer a mediocre person, but simply became the worst one.
There will be no shortage of speculations of all kinds.
Meng Qi kind of understands this kind of feeling. He obviously did nothing wrong, but in the end he ended up with a bad result, and the feeling of not being understood by others.
She has been through a lot in the past.
"Master Yan Shao." Meng Qi stopped and looked at Yan Xuan slightly, "So let's cooperate."
She said: "We will leave Shijue Mountain together, and then everything will be fine."
"Is it just you and me?" Yan Xuan also stopped and looked at Meng Qi.
"Of course not." Meng Qi shook her head, "I still have a few friends..."
She was interrupted by Yan Xuan before she could finish her sentence: "It's Shijue Mountain over there, my friend is there, maybe it was just a sword that stabbed you in the back and killed you in the end."
Meng Qi didn't speak, but just looked at Yan Xuan with a pair of wonderful eyes.
"Master Yan Shao." She suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Xuan's wrist.
Her fingers were slightly cold, and she pressed Yan Xuan's wrist, but the other party suddenly withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded.
Meng Qi didn't force it, and said: "Your inner alchemy is damaged now. As far as I know, within thirty years, including the demon world and the demon world, there will be no more than three people in this world who can save you."
She paused, and added: "And two of them, you have to wait until they are Mahayana before you can reshape the inner alchemy for you with supreme power."
Yan Xuan stared at Meng Qi for a moment, turned his head away, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know."
Xue Chuan also said this before.
"Among these three people, one of them is the current demon king of the demon world, and the other is the owner of the great demon mansion of the demon world. They are the only practitioners who have the hope of stepping into the Mahayana realm within thirty years. However, they are willing It's hard to say if you don't want to save you." Meng Qi said.
"I... know." Yan Xuan said.
Even if he really entered the Mahayana stage, why would he reshape the inner alchemy for a minor cultivator like him
Isn't that crazy? !
"The third person is me!" Meng Qi said, pointing at himself, "I don't even need to go to the Mahayana period, as long as I can come out of Shijue Mountain and reach the state of distraction, I can try it."
"You..." Yan Xuan looked at Meng Qi in disbelief.
He wants to say you are crazy.
Before he was injured, he was already a cave cultivator. Even if Meng Qi reached the state of distraction by then, he would still be a big gap away.
And, if she can do it, why can't other doctors do it? !
The Fengmeng Xue family will never lose to...
Huh? wrong! It is really possible that the Fengmeng Xue family lost to her. After all, this girl inherited the inheritance of the great doctor Lin Yan.
"If you wait another one or two hundred years, maybe more Mahayana practitioners will appear, but Master Yan Shaomen, you can't wait. The only one you can trust now is me."
Meng Qi said again: "How? Do you want to gamble?"
"Gamble?"
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded, "The worst result is to lose everything, and then we will die together in the Ten Jue Mountains."
"Why does it sound as tragic as a death for love?" Yan Xuan couldn't help but smile.
"It's better, it's the same as now, it hasn't changed." Meng Qi also laughed.
She looked into Yan Xuan's eyes: "If you win the bet, everything will be different."
Yan Xuan didn't speak, just looked into Meng Qi's eyes.
"How?" Meng Qi asked again: "Want to gamble?"
"Why do you have to go to Shijue Mountain?" Yan Xuan asked, this is the question he has always wanted to ask: "You can take your time, you are destined to have a bright future, why go to Shijue Mountain?"
The opportunities in Shijue Mountain are naturally great, but Yan Xuan feels that there is actually no need to go to a doctor like Meng Qi.
"Because..." Meng Qi smiled slightly, "I also have something I want to do, and it's the same thing as you, even if I risk my life, I must do it."
Yan Xuan was in a trance for a while.
He didn't know what Meng Qi meant by "things that must be done even if you risk your life".
"So..." Meng Qi stretched out his right hand in front of him, "Do you want to cooperate?"
"Okay!" Yan Xuan stretched out his hand and clapped her right hand.
"Then let's go back." Meng Qi said.
"Huh?" Yan Xuan raised his eyebrows.
"Jingyue God." Meng Qi quickened her pace, "I have to go back to refine alchemy, I bought a bunch of medicines, hurry up and refine one more, maybe there will be more chances of winning."
"Aren't you in a hurry just now?" Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment, then quickened his pace to catch up, and asked casually as he walked.
"I'm in a hurry. But no matter how anxious I am, I can't watch that child die." Meng Qi said.
Yan Xuan's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't stop.
He walked beside Meng Qi, looking at her thin body: "Meng Qi, you... be careful!"
"Be careful!" The two reminded each other almost at the same time.
Although Yan Xuan only has qi training skills now, but after all, he was a former Dongxu cultivator, and his reaction is still so sharp.
Subconsciously, he wanted to protect Meng Qi behind him.
Meng Qi moved faster than him.
She took a wrong step forward, the silver medicine knife in her right hand was already in her hand. With his left hand, he took out a magic weapon from the storage kit, and stared straight ahead without blinking.
On the quiet street, there was no one there.
In front of Meng Qi and the others, a thin and narrow sword hovered in the air.
At first glance, there is nothing special about the sword, but if you take a second look, you will be shocked by the deep cold sword intent coming from the sword.
"This is..." Yan Xuan's expression gradually became serious.
Meng Qi also recognized it: "Duankongmen, the master of Lingjimen."
Yan Xuan glanced at Meng Qi in surprise, took a step forward, and finally blocked her behind him: "You go first, I..."
"He is as strong as your father." Meng Qi said, "He wants to stop us, and none of us can escape."
The owner of the long sword seemed to have heard their words, and the tip of the sword trembled a few times, as if approving her words.
In the next moment, Meng Qi only felt that Ling Ji had appeared beside the sword.
"Meng Xiaoyou, we meet again." Ling Ji raised his hand, and his thin, almost transparent natal sword was put away by him.
Even so, Ling Ji itself is like the sharpest long sword, without needing to take it out of its sheath, it is enough to overwhelm the world.
"Master Ling." Meng Qi and Yan Xuan saluted Ling Ji.
"Oh?" Ling Ji looked at her with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, "Yan Xuan is also here."
He looked Yan Xuan up and down, his gaze was like a knife like lightning. It was obviously not the first time they met, but Yan Xuan always felt that the other party's eyes on him at this time were full of unprecedented pickiness.
"Is your injury better?" Sure enough, Ling Ji quickly asked, and it was the last thing Yan Xuan wanted to mention.
"Thank you, Master Ling, for your concern." Yan Xuan said politely.
Ling Ji's movements were faster than his questions.
Meng Qi felt that she just blinked her eyes, Ling Ji had already arrived beside Yan Xuan, put her hand on his wrist, and then returned to the original place.
This time it came and went like a ghost, not to mention that Yan Xuan was completely defenseless. Even if he was on full alert before he was injured, he might not be able to escape.
"Xiaoyou Meng." Ling Ji looked at Meng Qi, "I have something to tell you."
"Follow me." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked forward.
Meng Qi and Yan Xuan looked at each other, nodded slightly at him, and quickly followed Ling Ji.
By this time the night was getting darker and darker.
The sky is densely covered with stars, and the mirror moon sky city is quiet.
Ling Ji didn't walk fast, Meng Qi'an was about an arm's length behind him quietly, and followed behind him unhurriedly.
The two quickly turned a corner and stopped in a clearing.
With a wave of Ling Ji's hand, a thin layer of water mist diffused from his palm, enveloping the two of them and isolating everything around them.
With his cultivation level, in this way, unless a master of Yan Shunbei's level came in person, no one would want to know what they said or did here.
Ling Ji turned to look at Meng Qi, and saw that her face was very calm.
He has seen her calmness before, in Jingyuetian during the day, facing him and Yan Shunbei, she is also like this, not panicking at all.
I don't know who this is. Ling Ji pondered silently.
"What is your talisman?" He stared at Meng Qi for a moment, then suddenly asked.
However, when he opened his mouth, it was a very difficult question to answer.
Meng Qi: "???"
"Don't medical practitioners like cauldrons, needles, and the like?" Ling Ji waved his hand, "Let me see."
Meng Qi: "???"
"Master Ling..." She was completely baffled, the master of Duankongmen, they probably only met this afternoon for the first time.
"I'm older than you, so I'm considered your elder. Just call me Uncle Ling." Ling Ji said again.
Meng Qi: "..."
She looked at Ling Ji in surprise, completely unaccustomed to such familiar people.
Besides, the other party is also the head of a big sect like Duankongmen, so is it really okay to be so casual
"Come." Ling Ji lowered his voice, making his tone sound gentler, "Let me see your talisman."
"No need?" Meng Qi thought for a while, but still refused.
"Ten Jue Mountain is very dangerous." Ling Ji said: "Those who enter, only a few can come out intact. Moreover, this time is the opening of Shi Jue Mountain once in a hundred years, which is even more dangerous."
As Ling Ji spoke, he touched his chin.
He is a swordsman, with high attainments in swordsmanship, and there are hardly many opponents in the world.
It is the sect master of the Duankong Sect again. According to his status, he is one of those people who really stand at the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Worlds.
In front of Yan Shunbei during the day, Ling Ji really had the bearing of a great master.
Now he looked a little lazy. After touching his chin, he put his hands back in front of him and put them in his sleeves, and just stood there casually looking at Meng Qi.
He looked at the silver medicine knife in Meng Qi's hand, "Are you using a knife?"
"Hmm." Meng Qi looked down at her weapon and nodded.
"Let me see." Ling Ji said again: "How is your saber technique?"
Meng Qi: "... I'm a doctor."
She felt more and more baffled, and also knew that her little saber technique was definitely not enough for a master of swordsmanship like Ling Ji.
"It's okay." Ling Ji said, "I won't laugh at you."
Meng Qi: "..."
She looked at Ling Ji, although she couldn't feel malice or hostility from him, but the scene before her was really weird.
"Don't worry." Ling Ji continued, "Do you know why I want to snatch the master of the Duankong Sect?"
Meng Qi shook her head.
"Because of this, I can choose the disciples who will enter the Ten Jue Mountains this year." Ling Ji touched his chin again, and said to Meng Qi: "The Qiao Ran you met today, he will be one of them." .”
"Really?" Meng Qi didn't know what to say, and the conversation became more and more weird.
"Qiao Ran is talented in swordsmanship, but he is still young, and his weaknesses are too late to make up for. Let me tell you, you just need to..."
"Master Ling." Meng Qi couldn't laugh or cry, "Is this really good?"
She felt more and more strange, what is Duankongmen going to do
Is it just like Ji Wujiong, who found himself because he wanted to worship Duan Kongmen
Meng Qi herself thought this idea was a bit funny, even if it was Ji Wujiong, she had fought side by side anyway, and there was a little bondage.
This Ling Ji, I'm afraid she has never seen how bad her cultivation talent is. Although she has learned and practiced the set of Yinyue sword diagrams taught to her by Xue Chengxuan.
But every time Ji Wujiong saw her practice, the disdain on his face was almost not hidden.
"Well..." Ling Ji nodded and said, "That's right, I should explain clearly."
He paused, then snapped his fingers suddenly, and his natal sword appeared in Meng Qi's hand.
Meng Qi looked at the sword without knowing why, and looked up at Ling Ji even more blankly.
"Come." Ling Ji flicked his fingers, and a long sword appeared in his hand, "Use it, and learn a set of sword skills from me."
He said: "Don't worry, you will understand after following me through the exercise."
"Really." Ling Ji looked at Meng Qi, almost unable to hide the eagerness in his eyes, "Your talent is definitely not in medical skills!"
He said solemnly: "You should be an outstanding swordsman who amazes everyone in the world!"
Ling Ji said: "Trust me!"