In the courtyard, plum blossoms accompanied the snow, and the moonlight reflected the wine. Meng Qi looked at Qi Zhengyan solemnly, waiting for his reply. ．23us．
When Qi Zhengyan came over for a discussion, Meng Qi mentioned that he had come into contact with strange rocks in the mountains and rivers, and obtained some inheritance with the help of thunder marks. He emphasized that he did not doubt that Gu Xiaosang was involved in the pursuit of the successor of the Thunder God. It's a lie, because it is a fact that the seven heavenly ladies suddenly appeared in the mountains and rivers, and the iron-handed demons and joyful demons at that time must also be false.
Meng Qi mentioned the matter of thunder marks last time. Qi Zhengyan was not surprised and just sighed softly: Junior Brother Meng, since you obtained the inheritance of the true meaning of Ananda's breaking sword technique, you have been having many adventures, which is really enviable.
He did not dwell on this issue. He paused and said with a serious face: "If this matter is true, it must be resolved as soon as possible. Junzi Jian Mengqi is my cousin, and everyone in the city knows it."
If Dao is sure that Jun Zijian is the person who has inherited the inheritance of the Thunder God, and cannot find Meng Qi, he will naturally focus on Qi Zhengyan, so Qi Zhengyan has this idea.
Moreover, the cousin relationship between Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan cannot withstand scrutiny. Although the Huanhua Sword Sect’s Zhoujun Wang clan can only look at the rookies on the list with a high regard and cannot talk about getting to the bottom of the matter, for the sake of the inheritance of the Thunder God, they will definitely not Will miss every detail.
It's me who has brought trouble to you, Senior Brother Qi, and I've done things with dirty hands. Meng Qi sincerely apologized, and asked Senior Brother Qi for your help to quietly spread the news that Shan Xiumei was a descendant of the Daoxuan Nu lineage. He did not ask people to believe it, but only wanted to arouse suspicion and vigilance. As long as the elders of the Wang family are a little suspicious, They will secretly use methods to identify the women around their legitimate sons.
Shan Xiumei is difficult to deal with because she is hiding in the Wang family. If she acts alone, we can work together to retrieve the strange stone from the sky and completely eliminate future troubles.
Meng Qi judged the strength of the descendant of Xuannv from the fact that Gu Xiaosang killed the seven heavenly maidens single-handedly and chased Shan Xiumei all the way. She was obviously weaker than Gu Xiaosang. No matter how strong he is, he can only reach the level of ten or so on the multiplayer list. Even if he and Qi Zhengyan can't defeat him, they can still win back the strange stone through mental calculation or accidental calculation.
However, Meng Qi was a little confused about this. She could force Shan Xiumei out of the Wang family by spreading the news, so why didn't Gu Xiaosang do it? Even without using Luo Jiao's power, with her clever mind, she could easily get rid of this matter. Done.
What purpose is she hiding
The uncertainty about Gu Xiaosang's true purpose is the biggest reason why Meng Qi is unwilling to join forces with her.
Qi Zhengyan nodded gently: It doesn't matter, I am in the world. I can't help myself. I may have something to involve you in the future. We are life-and-death friends and it is time to help each other. I have been in Ye for half a year. Spreading the news will not expose myself.
Meng Qi had been practicing hard behind closed doors for the past six months, isolated from the world. Even if he wanted to spread the news, he could not find a safe and secret channel for the time being. Therefore, we can only ask Qi Zhengyan. He is the leader of the Huanhua Sword Sect. Although he has kept a low profile in the past six months, he has still established his own network through selling stolen gems and other things.
Watch Qi Zhengyan leave. Meng Qi looked at the red plum blossoms and sighed softly:
The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn’t stop
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and every family replaces the old talisman with new peaches, after the new year begins. Martial arts schools across the city are ushering in a grand competition held every three years, which is also a preview of the martial arts competitions in late spring and early summer.
All the disciples of Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, led by the gym owner He Ye, went to Chiyang Martial Arts Hall two streets away, which was the venue for this martial arts competition.
Look at the majestic gate and plaque. He Mu shivered nervously.
In the past few days, he had been practicing the stories taught by Mr. Su, trying to master them by heart, and gradually gained some confidence. But when the Chiyang Martial Arts School appeared in front of him, he realized that he was still uncontrollably nervous and uncontrollable. Worrying about gains and losses, I finally found confidence but I don’t know where it went.
He Mu, don't embarrass the martial arts gym and let down the respect of the gym owner and master. The fifth senior brother saw He Mu's bearlike appearance and felt that iron could not turn into steel.
He has always been aggrieved and wondered why the master and master of the gym would pick He Mu. He only defeated him twice and lost more times. In terms of superiority, there were at least a dozen people in the martial arts gym who were far better than him.
This kind of mentality is in the hearts of many disciples of Qingfeng Martial Arts School. The senior sister, second brother, and third brother are so powerful that they cannot be jealous. Xiaojiu and Cheng Qilang have outstanding talents, and their master has always favored them. Everyone is used to it, but with their Why send you, an ordinary He Mu
Sensing the unfriendly looks from some of his fellow apprentices, He Mu became even more nervous. He could only try to recall the peace and tranquility of listening to Mr. Su reciting poems under the plum blossom tree.
Senior brother He, since master likes you, there must be a reason for it. Don't be nervous and be yourself. Seeing that He Mu was in a daze, Qu Tianhe kindly encouraged him.
He Mu nodded gratefully and took a deep breath. Thinking of Mr. Su's always calm and calm look and the story he made up, he gradually calmed down his nervousness.
The Chiyang Martial Arts Hall is very large, with several martial arts halls. Each martial arts hall has seven or eight stages, and a second floor overlooking the railing. Guests from the family sects and gangs look down at will, looking for those who have become famous before the competition. young strong men.
He Mu walked onto the ring in a daze. In front of him was a handsome young man, probably only one or two years older than He Mu.
This arena did not attract much attention. There were only some people from Qingfeng Martial Arts School and friends, relatives and senior brothers of the boy opposite.
The Huanzhong Martial Arts School is bright. The boy opposite saluted and signed up.
He Mu shivered again and stuttered slightly: Qingfeng, He Mu from Qingfeng Martial Arts School.
Hengzhong Martial Arts Hall and Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall were not far apart. He Mu had heard of Bai Liang. He had once been defeated by the sword of his third senior brother by one move, and he was much stronger than himself.
The judging martial artist on the ring shook his head and laughed. Who did Old Man He send? This is a relative of his family.
He coughed: Start.
Bai Liang was not humble and used his sword fiercely, aiming for a quick victory without affecting the following competitions today. The martial arts competition lasted for five days. The first day required the most competitions to eliminate most of the weak people and ensure that The next four days are exciting.
The opponent was driving fast, I avoided the edge and lured him into the game. This was a plot in the story compiled by Meng Qi. He Mu had been thinking about it these days, and a countermeasure quickly emerged in his mind.
But after all, it was his first time to participate in such an important competition, and he kept thinking about the story in his heart, making him restless. He was also dishonest, his reaction was half a beat too slow, he stepped back, but failed to raise his sword, and was almost hit by Bai Liang.
Bai Liang was unyielding and kept advancing. He Mu stumbled and staggered. It was very difficult, but he meticulously told the story with his swordsmanship.
The shameful fifth senior brother snorted under the ring. He Mu is so embarrassed
He Mu didn't hear his words, because as the competition deepened, he found that the other party was getting deeper into his story little by little, and every response triggered a plot that he had prepared for a long time.
The tension in his heart gradually turned into excitement and excitement, his eyes were clear, and there was no longer any hesitation and delay in his actions. He was like a calm hunter, tempting his prey while patiently waiting for him to step into the trap. Act out a turning story with yourself
Just now, He Mu's eyes were fixed, he retreated instead of advancing, and slashed with his long sword.
After two ding-ding collisions, the bright white sword fell to the ground with a snap. His eyes were dull, as if he didn't expect that he would suddenly be defeated.
The judging martial artist shook his head. Bai Liang was eager to attack, and the flaws in his side became more and more obvious. He Mu is so lucky
He Mu's face was filled with joy, and he was no longer nervous about his sword skills. I have full confidence in Mr. Su’s story.
It turns out that I can be so strong
It turns out that swordsmanship can really tell stories
At this time, how could he still not understand that Mr. Su is a master, a real master
The fifth senior brother had a big mouth and couldn't believe that He Mu had won. Normally, he had no chance of winning against Bai Liang, let alone He Mu who was not as good as him.
He Mu jumped off the ring, looking forward to the next competition.
The next day, he fought four more times, becoming more proficient from a young age, telling the story that Meng Qi made up. Different opponents had different ups and downs, from danger to defeat to victory, until he was calm and under control.
By the time of the last game, his performance had attracted the attention of many people in the martial arts school. He Ye was even more surprised. It was obviously a swordsmanship taught by him, but He Mu's combination gave him a completely different feeling.
good. He Ye praised He Mu and felt that he was right. He was agile with his sword and unexpected. Your opponent tomorrow is Cao Chengye from the Chiyang Martial Arts School. He has just opened his eyesight and has been admitted to the Wang family for training. You are good Just use your swordsmanship and don't care about victory or defeat.
Yes, master. He Mu didn't think he could win. Even if he was just starting to understand, he was still very different from a person like himself who had only a small amount of energy. He was happy that he seemed to have touched a new world, a new world where swordsmanship tells stories.
After returning to the martial arts hall, He Mu thought about it and decided to stay and practice hard. After everyone had left, he quietly walked to Meng Qi's door and knocked.
Come in, the door is unlocked. He heard Mr. Su's warm voice.
Opening the door, he saw Mr. Su sitting under the corridor, with a game of Go in front of him. Smoke was rising from the copper stove next to him, and the warm sandalwood filled the cold, making people feel calm.
Meng Qi looked at the chessboard in front of him, thinking about Yijian, and asked casually.
He Mu quickly replied: I won five games, thank you Mr. Su for your advice.
Not bad, it’s quick to get started. Meng Qi looked up at him, smiled and praised, and continued tomorrow.
I'm afraid I can't continue tomorrow. He Mu whispered, his opponent was a master who had just awakened.
Meng Qi suddenly became interested: People like this are very rare in martial arts competitions.
Yes, he has been admitted to the Wang family for cultivation. He Mu answered honestly.
Wang Mengqi pondered for a moment, then asked with a smile, do you want to win
How, how to win? He Mu's eyes widened, this is impossible
In a normal fight, you have no chance of winning, but this is a competition. Meng Qi smiled and said, you told everyone a story with your sword skills today. If your opponent is not careless, he will definitely ask someone to ask, so he has an image of you in his mind. Well, you are cautious with the sword and good at seducing people. swordsman.
In other words, you used today's experience and performance to tell the other party a completely believable story. Hey, telling stories with swords is not limited to one game.
He Mu was dumbfounded and seemed to understand. His performance today could be the beginning of another competition story.
This is really unimaginable
If it were a chess game, this would be a far-reaching plan.
Meng Qi put down the black piece in his hand and said seriously: You can't fight with him, so you need to use this believable beginning of the story to give the other party a twist, a reckless and quick story.
He told He Mu the new story. He Mu was shocked and couldn't believe it: This, this can also work.
You will lose anyway, so why not give it a try. Meng Qi chuckled.
He Mu nodded vigorously: Thank you Mr. Su.
He had blind confidence in Mr. Su.
Meng Qi stood up, looked at the yard with his hands behind his hands, and said calmly:
After today, whether you win or lose, don’t come to me again.
Why, why He Mu asked eagerly.
Meng Qi did not look back and sighed:
The fate has come and gone, and it’s time for me to embark on my journey. Let’s ponder these stories for myself. If we meet again in the future, I hope you have become a master of swordsmanship.
He Mu bit his lip: Yes, Mr. Su.
When he left the small courtyard sadly, Qi Zhengyan walked out of the side room, exhaled and said: Junior Brother Meng, you are a little sad and worried about the upcoming trip, Tao matters or death missions.
Meng Qi looked up at the plum blossoms and said leisurely: Senior Brother Qi, don't you think that such a state of grace and a touch of sadness is suitable for the image of a worldly expert
Qi Zhengyan clenched his fists tightly, then slowly released them: Today, Mrs. Wang secretly used methods to identify Shan Xiumei's martial arts background, and there was no problem at all. It was not Tao.
Meng Qi turned to look at Qi Zhengyan.
The next day, Chiyang Martial Arts School.
Wang Ce took Shan Xiumei to the second floor and said apologetically: "Xiumei, my mother is making too much fuss, don't take it to heart."
I know that the iron-handed man and the devil's incident has made everyone doubt me, but only those who are clean will be cleansed. Shan Xiumei answered calmly, implying stubbornness.
Wang Ce flattered and said with a smile: "I certainly believe in you."
He looked down and deliberately changed the topic: "Xiu Mei, the martial arts competition is a grand event in Yedu. You can comment on it later." . .