Looking at Jiang Hengchuan's back, Meng Qi's eyes were dim and unclear. Finally, he shook his head and smiled, walked down the Hero Building and went straight to Huang Tingguan.
Now that I have been confirmed as a non-chess piece on the chessboard, I can freely visit the young masters and ask for the reasons. I don’t need to reveal my identity as a spy, but I want to see what the mastermind behind the scenes can do.
In Go, this is called trying your hand.
Huangtingguan, located in the east of the city, bathes in the morning light and the cold moon, making it clear and elegant.
Qingyu lived in the guest courtyard. When Meng Qi opened the door under the guidance of the Taoist priest Zhike, he happened to see him with his back turned to him, worshiping the Emperor of Heaven and doing his afternoon class.
He was wearing a green Taoist robe and a purple crown on his head, and his movements were meticulous. He was not like a young man, but like an elder who had half his body buried by the years. He also showed concentration.
Meng Qi had the experience of viewing the old man's statue in the early morning. His body and mind were calm and he did not disturb him. He sat on the stone chair and waited for Qingyu.
After a long time, Qingyu finished his lunch class, turned around slowly, carried the years, and walked towards Meng Qi with an unexplainable smile on his face: There was a big show last night.
Drama Meng Qi asked subconsciously, and immediately understood what he meant. It was a seemingly clichéd conspiracy drama full of loopholes and weirdness.
Qingyu put away his smile and sat upright: Donor Su, what do you mean by coming here
I would like to know why Brother Dao came to Maoling. Meng Qi was straightforward and did not hide anything.
Qingyu raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and laughed: So you're not.
I'm not. Meng Qi didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed.
Qingyu did not answer directly, but stroked the blade of the star blade of Time: Since you are not, why should Pindao tell you
Because it has something to do with the trap I stepped into last night. The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched.
Qingyu still didn't answer, and looked at Meng Qi with a look like I won't speak until you come up with valuable information.
Meng Qi paused: Shocked that Baili came here because of chance, involving his family, and all the people came here because someone was competing with him, well, every young master who came to Maoling was used as a pawn.
Qingyu's hand touching the years tightened, and his face changed slightly. Immediately it became cold: someone told Pindao that there were ruins in Maoling, and many young masters would come, including several in the top ten. Pindao could compete with them as much as he wanted, so Pindao came.
You came here for a discussion. Meng Qi thought of what Qingyu said above the hero, and he believed this reason.
Qingyu's face showed a trace of enthusiasm: Yes. Will be a hero in the world.
I don’t know who told you that Meng Qi went straight to the core.
Qingyu shook his head: I don't know, someone sent a letter to Pindao. Maoling is a hub of the river, and there are many masters. The sneaky villain can't make a big fuss, and he certainly can't harm the poor man, so he calmly thought about it and came to Maoling to have a look. The result was in line with the content of the letter, but unexpectedly he was... Treat others as chess pieces
He gritted his teeth a little when he said the last half of the sentence.
actually. Breaking the game is easy. Meng Qi smiled.
Qingyu relaxed his hand holding the knife: I would like to hear the details.
As long as Tao brothers leave Maoling and return to their respective families, no matter what layout or conspiracy you have, it will all come to nothing. When he said these words, Meng Qi suddenly felt as if he was persuading a child who had run away from home to return to the arms of his parents.
Qingyu snorted: How can Pindao be as timid as a mouse? If someone dares to use Pindao as a chess piece, then Pindao will overturn their chessboard. Let's see what they can do
And the more this happens, the more promising the young masters are. If they don’t know how to deal with them, how can I be willing to leave
Seeing that Qingyu's attitude was very firm, Meng Qi was speechless and could only say: If there are any clues found in the future. Please feel free to let me know, Brother Dao.
Qingyu grasped the hilt of the knife of time, put away his pride, stubbornness and gnashing of teeth, and Gujing Wubo said: You have to prove that the clues of Pindao will not be trusted to others. If I go to all the trouble to tell you the news, you But he died directly in a dark corner. Wouldn't it be a waste of the poor man's efforts
Taste the meaning of Qingyu's words. Meng Qi cupped his hands and asked Brother Tao for advice.
Qingyu did not draw the sword immediately, but looked into Meng Qi's eyes and said word for word: The sword technique practiced by Pindao is the five directions and five emperor swords recorded in the Jade Book of the Emperor of Heaven. There are five styles in total, and there are thousands of variations.
While speaking, his aura gradually increased, he looked noble and majestic, looking down at the people, the surrounding void swayed slightly, as if he was worshiping the Lord.
In ancient times, there were the Qing Emperor, the Eastern Prince, the Golden Emperor, the Western Queen Mother, the Black Emperor, Zhenwu, and the Fire Emperor, Phoenix Xi. They were all known in the world. Together with the Central Heavenly Emperor, they formed the Five Directions and the Five Emperors. However, they were all inferior to the Heavenly Emperor, so there were still some in the Qing Dynasty. The theory that the Emperor of Heaven suppressed the ancients.
Among them, Fire Emperor Feng Xi is the Demon Saint. He waited until the heaven fell into dust, the Nine Heavens disappeared, the Heavenly Emperor fell, and the other three emperors either disappeared or passed away, then they reached their peak and the demons caused chaos on the earth.
The Qi and the spirit are competing, and Meng Qi's momentum changes accordingly. Together with the stone tables and benches, the green grass and trees, the smoke from the Huangting Temple, and the sparrows flying in the sky, Meng Qi's momentum complements each other and is in harmony. In the world: The sword technique I practice is Ananda's breaking sword. The world of mortals is rolling, and the karma will be repaid. Immortals and mortals will not escape.
The only one he could tell his name to openly and honestly was Ananda Pojie Sword Technique, and at this time, he also used the mental method of this sword technique, letting his spirit go out and half-integrating into the environment.
At the same time, Meng Qi used the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique to deliberately change the reaction of the outer muscles and the flow of Qi on the body surface. He could not sense Qingyu's state and could not let him spy on it easily.
Qingyu slowly pulled out the years, his movements were clumsy, showing a strange caution, as if he was afraid of disturbing the time, leaving mottled and full of charm.
A flick of the knife's light suddenly shines, and the dead die like a tiger
Pulled by Qi, Meng Qi also stretched out his hand to reach for the handle of the knife. His movements were very fast, as if he were hallucinating. Just when Qingyu had the idea of drawing the knife, he saw a silver-white electric light leaping out.
Life is quick, and death is quick. Life is just a fleeting moment. In a moment, endless youth is born, and a lifetime of brilliance is achieved. This is the true joy of the world of mortals.
Meng Qi's state of mind changed, and he was able to draw the knife so quickly, allowing countless movements to occur in an instant, and leave a mark that will last for years.
Of course, this also comes from the mutual stimulation of the momentum of both sides. Under the pull of Qi, they have both climbed to peaks that were difficult to reach in the past.
That's why there are so many strong men looking for equally matched opponents. A beauty is easy to come by, but a good enemy is hard to find. Without you, how could I wield the sword alone and touch the will of God
Qingyu's movements are extremely slow, the charm is long, and his voice is ethereal. Like falling from the sky:
This sword is the Qing Emperor's way of destroying immortality.
As soon as the words fell, the years passed like lightning. Falling from the sky.
The trajectory of this knife is mysterious and cannot be described in words. There is no sound of wind, the strength of the knife seems to disappear, and the surrounding airflow has not changed, but Meng Qi feels that the vitality is disappearing and is being thrown into the years.
The vitality of the fallen leaves disappeared, the vitality of the stone table disappeared, and my own vitality also disappeared.
If life is cut off. What is the difference between hiding and not hiding
The silver-white electric light suddenly brightened, and the wild snakes danced wildly, flickering uncertainly, like ghosts haunting people's hearts.
The light of the sword is misty, as if greedy and detached.
Qingyu's eyes froze, his face was filled with enthusiasm, and the years slowed down.
It was this lightning that slowed the sky's injury. Cut into the Qing Emperor's sword force to destroy Changsheng, and grasped a little chance of life.
When the two swords strike each other, the sound is clear and clear, like the sound of a bell.
Qingyu, who was good at swordsmanship, sheathed his sword and praised him impartially, his face full of excitement for the fight.
Qingdi's attempt to destroy Changsheng has almost no flaws. But the person holding the sword is not the Qing Emperor, but also has a heart of mortals. Meng Qi praised in this way.
He was overjoyed to experience a magical sword skill again, and he couldn't wait to go back and study it carefully to enhance his accumulation of sword skills and perfect the essence of sword art.
Upholding the precepts and breaking the precepts, being single-minded and double-minded, it is indeed an excellent work at the pinnacle of the art of swordsmanship. Qingyu paused and said. After receiving the letter, Pindao mobilized the resources of his sect to find the person behind the scenes, but he did not gain much. He only found traces of two lost techniques.
Meng Qi's spirit was lifted up. It seemed that Qingyu was not as arrogant as he appeared, and he came here only after investigation.
Qingyu smiled: Others don't know it, but this sect is the lineage of the Emperor of Heaven. How could they not recognize that one is Lord Huodexing's Nine Fires and Luo Tianjue, and the other is Lord Wenquxing's Art of Guiding All Things.
Meng Qi thought of many things about the lost Heavenly Cultivation Technique, but could not determine which force it was from. Gu Yaonv was a possibility, and a mythical organization named after an ancient god was also a possibility.
Qingyu patted the years, his sleeves and robes were fluttering, and his expression was happy:
Today's discussion ends here. The next time we meet again, the poor Taoist will burn the world with the Fire Emperor.
good. Meng Qi was so happy.
The two of them were fighting each other with swordsmanship on location, and they were concerned about the people behind the scenes, so they didn't continue to waste each other's energy.
After leaving Huang Tingguan, Meng Qi immediately raised his guard. If he committed a crime, how would the people behind the scenes respond
The other young masters have not yet surfaced, and I don't know who else is there, so I can only temporarily stop playing and wait for changes.
Returning to the yard where he rented, Meng Qi saw that the coffin had been taken away by Jiang Hengchuan and the yard was empty, so he got rid of distracting thoughts and began to practice the Golden Bell Jar and the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques. This is the foundation and cannot be forgotten for a moment.
Boom, boom, boom.
At dusk, a knock on the door startled the birds and made Meng Qi wake up from his practice.
Before opening the door, he had already sensed the identity of the person from his breath, movements, etc. It was Jiang Hengchuan who shocked Baili.
There was a clue. Meng Qi opened the courtyard door with a creak.
Jiang Hengchuan's face was slightly gloomy: No, the wood carvings have obvious characteristics, but they have found a craftsman, but people come and go in a day, many people buy wood carvings, and the wood carvings themselves are similar. How could he remember who bought this wood carving? After using some means to confirm that he was not lying or concealing anything, the note left no clue at all.
The so-called characteristics of wood carvings obviously refer to those made by hand. Different craftsmen have different styles and characteristics. It is not difficult to distinguish them if you find someone who knows the goods. The similarity of the wood carvings itself refers to the same type of wood carvings by the same craftsman, although they are not exactly the same. level, but he himself would definitely not be able to tell which wood sculpture this wood carving was on sale at that time, unless it was particularly perfect or defective, and it was impossible for the person behind the scenes to buy a special wood carving with high resolution.
I will study the wood carvings and the paper balls again. Meng Qi frowned slightly, by the way, which craftsman is it
Craftsman Li from Huanghua Lane makes his own food and sells it on the street. Jiang Hengchuan returned these three things to Meng Qi, left first, and planned to investigate other clues from Tingfeng Xiaozhu.
Meng Qi first looked at the note written with Crazy Sword Su Meng and found that the ink on the edge of the note was slightly blurred, as if the person who wrote it had touched it.
Then he picked up the wood carving and went straight out.
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