When Meng Qi heard about Dongyang Beppu, his first reaction was the secret realm of the thatched cottage mentioned by Li Chong, a magical place that only those with destiny can enter. This can also explain why Lao Zhong followed Qiu Fei to Jiangdong and investigated the Cai Captou, who was near the ship, turned into a zombie so he could sneak into the cabin to hide and listen to the secrets.
But thinking about it carefully, Meng Qi found something wrong again. If it is really the secret realm of the thatched cottage, the undercurrent should be Yangxia, not Jiangdong Maoling. Could it be that the two are not related, and Capt. Cai's investigation went in the wrong direction
After suppressing his doubts, Meng Qi stunned the servant, returned to the cabin, and told Zheng Jushan and Li Chong to pay close attention to Qiu Fei's movements.
yes. The first level of officialdom is overwhelming, and the spy will also submit confidential information about the arrests. Zheng Jushan agreed with a respectful expression.
The next day, Meng Qi had just woken up and practiced sword practice to soothe his meridians when he saw Zheng Jushan entering the courtyard.
After Su Qingshou confirmed that Lao Zhong had escaped, Qiu Fei directly boarded the ship to Jiangdong. Zheng Jushan transmitted the message into the secret passage.
Meng Qi was startled: Go to Jiangdong
This matter is really related to the undercurrent in Maoling, Jiangdong.
Qiujialou's ship was filled with goods for sale to Jiangdong, but it was not sure whether Qiu Fei would disembark midway. Zheng Jushan does not add any personal judgment and describes objectively.
Meng Qi's thoughts were racing, and he thought of the characters and demeanor of Jiangdong. His blood boiled and he was eager to give it a try.
Then go to Koto
The autumn air was crisp and the sky was bright. Meng Qi looked at the rolling waves on the vast river, patted the railing, and whispered:
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
This scene and state can really cleanse the soul and broaden the will.
A month ago, Meng Qi failed to explore the secret land of the thatched cottage, so he boarded a passenger ship and followed the Qiu family's ship down the river without rushing. Now he has just entered the Jiangdong territory.
Jiangdong, the collective name of Jiangzhou and Pengzhou, is located east of the river. Also known as Jiangzuo with the left to the east, it has suffered the least damage in all previous catastrophes. The characters and styles have ancient charm, and there are many talents. It is famous in the world and is the first choice for young masters from all over the state to travel and hone their skills.
Take a few deep breaths of the river breeze to refresh your spirit. Meng Qi returned to the cabin and took out the things in his arms. This was the Jianghu Di report that he took the opportunity to go to the six-door secret contact point to pick up when the passenger ship docked at the shore for supplies.
Jianghu Dibao, as the name suggests, is a newspaper document issued by Liumen Headquarters to all states, counties and cities. They are all relatively important matters in Jianghu, so that the arresters will not be ignorant.
It is published every two months and is written in a condensed form. Most of it is related to the location, and a small part is related to enlightenment.
The exterior part. Meng Qi passed by without any incident that affected him. When he came to the intelligence summary about the awakening, he was very focused on it:
The Absolute Sword Fairy Jiang Zhiwei appears in Dizhou, the twelfth one on the loser list, the Purple Sword Cui Che.
Shocked by the great prosperity of Jiang Hengchuan and Jiangzhou, Baili seemed to reconcile his mood. Seeking unity between heaven and man.
Wang Siyuan has been seriously ill for one month, and he has lived in the Wang family's ancestral home in Guangling, Jiangzhou, without going out.
Meng Qi's fingers tapped lightly on the table. As expected, the successor of the Sutra was punished by God. He was frail and sick, and died young without becoming a Dharmakaya. However, Jiangdong really lived up to his name. Before he finished reading, he discovered that two people were in the top ten:
The long river of sword energy rushes into the seaside of Pengzhou to practice swordsmanship.
Prince Qinglian Liusu was drunk in the outer building of Yingcheng Tower.
The invisible sword He Jiu crossed the sea again and landed at Langya in Pengzhou.
Those who suspect Wolf King Tie Sheng quickly head south, seeming to want to reach the east of the Yangtze River.
On August 19th, Emperor Dao of the Five Directions entered Maoling and meditated in Huangting Temple.
Xuanzhen, the Buddha's Heart Palm, goes to Shaolin again. Take the boat southeast.
Ruan Bugui went boating on the sea on August 23rd, his heart was broken, and his heart was broken, and fish were crossing the shallow waves.
Shouzhengjian Wang Zai once again challenged Chu Yunyu, who was in the top 20 of the list, and the match ended in a tie.
These records were simple and cold, but they stimulated Meng Qi's eyes, because behind every short sentence was a young talent who shocked the world. The top twenty masters on the list were the opponents he wanted to challenge.
The flame of war was burning in Meng Qi's heart. Looking out the window, the sun reflected the water, making it golden and eye-catching.
Walking around the world, it was time for Meng Qi to close his newspaper. With a flick of his finger, his true energy rubbed against the paper and ignited the paper.
The flames burned slowly, and soon burned the newspaper Meng Qi was holding completely. Just as it was about to spread to his right hand, he threw it just right, turning into black butterflies and scattering on the river.
The golden waves follow the waves, and the majestic city looms in the distance, and Maoling is about to arrive.
Meng Qi took a deep breath and boarded the deck with expectations in his heart. This time, he carried a sword on his back and wore a black outfit. He planned to show his identity as Su Meng, the mad swordsman. He was fair and upright amid the turbulent undercurrent of Maoling.
As we approached the pier, a tall building boat came from the downstream in the opposite direction, also going to Maoling Pier.
On the deck of the building, a young man in white sat behind the chessboard, looking at the end game with full attention, as if thinking about a way to solve it.
He has beautiful features, like a woman's, with a pale face and a thin figure. When the river wind blows, his clothes dance and sway, making him feel weak.
Cough cough. Suddenly, the young man in white coughed violently and covered his mouth with his right hand. The maid next to him patted his vest worriedly and eagerly to help him soothe him.
After the coughing stopped, the young man in white lowered his right hand covering his mouth. With Meng Qi's eyesight, he could certainly see the bright red on his palm.
His sight seemed to be drawn by a force of energy. The young man in white raised his head and looked at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi nodded politely, and the young man in white responded with a calm and indifferent smile.
The tall ship turned around and sailed into the dock, blocking Meng Qi's passenger ship behind and blocking the view of the two of them.
Meng Qi was about to lament that the illness of the young man in white seemed to be lingering in his body, and it had become a chronic disease. If there was no magic elixir, he could only treat it slowly, when he suddenly came back to his senses. He felt something was wrong just now.
Although they were far apart, Meng Qi couldn't mentally detect the enemy's true energy. However, under the influence of Qi just now, his spiritual sense still had some slight sensitivity. Except when he coughed, every move of the young man in white was consistent with the heaven and earth. A place that is unnatural, disharmonious, seems ordinary, no different from normal people, but is definitely extraordinary.
Meng Qi thought in slight astonishment that heaven and man are one at all times. This is a realm where you can open the door to life and death at any time
After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly laughed. This is exactly how it should be. This is the style of Jiangdong.
Talents everywhere, perverts everywhere
In this way, I no longer have the intention of sharpening, and the feeling of wielding the knife is good, good. Good Meng Qi secretly said three good words for being able to fight against so many talented people. Even if you fail, it’s still a gain
But who doesn’t want to win
The passenger ship turned around and slowly sailed into the dock. Not far away, General Maoling Shuimen was guarding the city like iron, waiting for the heroes to open it.
It means counting all the people’s lives, right
He also came to Maoling
Meng Qi whispered, he had six doors of intelligence support, he was not blind yesterday.
The setting sun slanted down, illuminating the thatched cottage like it was on fire.
A young man in his twenties dressed as a farmer. He was chopping firewood, boiling water, and cooking in peace and quiet, without any impatience, as if he was enjoying everything.
He has an ordinary appearance, with dark skin and only a pair of thick eyebrows that attract attention. There seems to be no difference between him and other farmers, but between movement and stillness, every move has a subtle charm, a natural and true charm, a tranquil and far-reaching charm.
suddenly. With a whoosh, a dart entered the house and was inserted into the beam, two rooms away from the kitchen where the young farmer was.
The man smiled and shook his head without showing any anger. He walked slowly to the beam and pulled out the dart. Take off the paper and unfold it.
Maoling
He half wondered and half sighed.
In the restaurant, a young man was very drunk.
His appearance can only be called good, but he has an elegant and noble temperament even when he is drunk. His bold and unrestrained attitude does not diminish this feeling, but makes it more vivid. Coupled with the slight vicissitudes brought by the young man's gray hair, he really looks like a banished immortal. Descend to earth.
Gulu, he took a sip of wine and was about to pour it again when he touched a piece of paper.
What was this he opened drunkenly.
Maoling muttered to himself and then laughed, how can it be compared to fine wine
He pounded the table and sang loudly:
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
At the seaside, when the tide is high, waves rush to the shore, and high waves hit the beach from time to time.
On the embankment, there was a young man sitting, dressed in black clothing, with a long knife across his knees, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to the coming high waves and tides.
He has a square face and good facial features, but he gives off a strong and heroic look.
The waves hit, several feet high, and were so powerful that they were about to break the bank.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, the light seemed to be real, and he swung out the long knife.
The power of the sword was surging, the sword's intention was surging, and its strength seemed to turn into another high wave, with a little tide rising on the shore.
Sympathy between heaven and man
boom
The two waves collided, and the crashing sound was deafening, like a tsunami erupting.
The long knife flew back, and the waves broke up, turning into waves and throwing down a sheet of white foam.
The young man sheathed the knife, turned away from the embankment, and walked toward his landlord.
I have your letter. The landlord saw what had just happened and his face turned pale with fright.
The young man tore up the letter and read it, his eyes slightly narrowed:
Maoling
In a ruined temple, a tall, thin but powerful man let go of his right hand and let the body in his hand fall to the ground.
Is this the master of the Central Plains? He said in a strange language, with a cold expression and unwavering eyes, like a cold beast.
He leaned over and searched out a piece of paper from the corpse's arms, and read it out in a rough and awkward Mandarin dialect:
Maoling
On the tall ship, the young man in white stopped coughing, took out a piece of paper, read it, and said to himself with a half-smile:
Maoling
He motioned to the maid to hand over the paper and pen and ink, and wrote:
Crazy Sword Su Mengxi came to see his aura, and he was worthy of his name. There was a trace of the emperor's aura entwining him, and he might become a lackey of the Zhao family, or fall into the six gates.
He tore off these two lines and crumpled them into a chess piece. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.
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