Crazy sword enters Beijing
These four words quickly spread in the city of God. People were talking about it in the streets and alleys. Many people were looking forward to find out where Meng Qi was staying and speculated on his purpose of entering the city of God with great fanfare. :top:point:' 323x
For them, the location is too far away from them, and the talent list is real, within reach, and they can talk about it. They may not be able to make it to the list one day.
Therefore, the entry of the most popular person into Beijing naturally caused a sensation.
He is just number one on the list of people, not even half a step forward. Why does the prince need you to come to visit him in person? You can just send someone to invite him and he will be flattered. In the Antai Building, the environment was quiet, with rockeries and trees forming a world of their own. Feng Zheng was a little contemptuous, and according to Yan Chong, he had not yet reached the level of He Jiuwang Siyuan.
Jin Wang Zhao Yi put his hands on his back and walked among the trees. He laughed in a low voice and said: "The number one person who can kill the Wolf King can't be underestimated. Today is not half a step forward. Three years from now? Five years from now? Ten years from now?" Looking at the situation, some things cannot be rushed, so making preparations in advance is the best strategy.
Feng Zheng was just a little dissatisfied with his master paying so much attention to Su Meng, but he could still listen to the truth. Yes, although the emperor was not in his prime, he was still far away from his twilight years. No one knew how long he could remain at the top. , maybe three to five years, maybe ten years.
As for the number one in the previous rankings, excluding those who died suddenly, most of them became outdoor scenes not long after they were released from the rankings. Among them, the best ones have made rapid progress and grown rapidly, such as Su Wuming, Gao Lan, Han Guang and others, so don't think that they are just trying to win over each other at the moment. If you have a person at the top of the list, when you need it ten years later, he may be a grandmaster.
Even if it only lasts three to five years, it is expected that Su Meng will become an outstanding one among the first-class experts in outdoor scenes.
Feng Zheng showed a smile as the prince was considering his foresight.
As a personal eunuch, although he was quite wary of the prince's trust in others, who wouldn't want to follow a master who is capable
Passing through the atrium of Antai Building, Zhao Yi saw a lake, mountains and rivers, shaded by green trees. It is inaccessible, with only a few small buildings standing there, enjoying the tranquility.
Although it is a fake lake and rockery, it occupies such a wide area in the outer city of Shendu. Antai Tower really deserves its reputation. Zhao Yi stopped to admire the scenery for a while.
Feng Zheng snorted: The emperor is so arrogant, sooner or later he will cause trouble.
The background of Antai Tower is mysterious, and it is said to involve some aristocratic families in the divine capital.
Zhao Yi smiled and shook his head, jumped over the small lake, and walked towards the small building at the far end.
When we got to the front of the building, a waiter came out. He said respectfully: Mr. Su, please go upstairs and have tea.
Feng Zheng's face changed slightly, he was a little embarrassed, and he glanced at Meng Qigao. Although the two of them did not deliberately hide, they did not make a big show of it. They tried their best to pretend to be ordinary people. Who knew that Su Meng had sensed it in advance
The waiter led the way, his steps so gentle that Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng also restrained their voices.
Went upstairs. Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance. He changed into a green shirt and a Confucian robe, and sat behind the table with three teacups in front of him. The copper stove next to it is reddish.
The autumn wind blows slowly, the picture scroll is covered by green trees, the room is filled with the fragrance of bamboo, and the red stove is boiling spring water. The tea cup as green as mist and rain, the elegant and elegant man, everything. It was all so peaceful and quiet, even the long knife lying across the table didn't have any murderous aura at all, making people unable to bear to speak to break this feeling.
Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng didn't say anything, and sat down slowly. They heard a slight sound in the pot on the copper stove, and knew that it was already boiling. If you open the lid of the pot, you will see bubbles like fish eyes floating one after another.
In their eyes, Meng Qi calmly picked up the smoke-colored teacups, brought them close to the copper stove, and heated the surface.
Not long after, the sound of gulu was loud, and countless bubbles seemed to be rising from the edge, which was growing rapidly.
Meng Qi slowly put down the teacups and arranged them in a row. His movements were logical and leisurely, without any impatience.
In the eyes of Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi, they felt that his movement and stillness were completely natural, and his every move and gesture complemented the quiet place, slowly letting the impetuous eagerness in their hearts sink.
There was a loud boiling sound, hot steam emerged, and white mist filled the room. Meng Qi reached out with his right hand, grabbed the soup kettle without any smoke, and poured the water into the teacup.
The water flowed like a thread, like a light tap. Meng Qi held the tea spoon in his left hand, stirring the tea powder.
In the steaming white mist, the tea powder tumbles and rises to the surface of the water. It stretches itself up and down, looking like dragons and tigers, or green peaks, all kinds of strange, majestic and magnificent.
Watching Meng Qi divide the tea without haste, watching his movements that match the rhythm of heaven and earth, watching the lingering white mist and the milky flowers on the soup noodles, Zhao Yi felt that the impetuousness in his heart was completely washed away, and his whole person was immersed in this kind of tranquility. The heaven and earth, the mind is peaceful and contented.
This is the Longhu Peak of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The tea has a strong flavor and is so strong that it requires three boils of water to subdue it. Meng Qi smiled and spoke, his voice soft and gentle but full of confidence, which was very harmonious with the tranquility.
Zhao Yi was relaxed both physically and mentally. He seemed to have forgotten the troubles and fights outside the small building. He quietly watched the milk flowers rise and fall in the tea cup, smelled the refreshing fragrance, and his tone became softer unconsciously: He never thought about the madness of the sword. Good at tea ceremony.
I recently started practicing it to calm my mind. Meng Qi stroked his teacup.
Thinking of the peace and tranquility that almost brought him in, Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes and glanced at Meng Qi again. The number one on the list was indeed something extraordinary.
He had not experienced the unity of man and nature, but he had broken through to half a step. He had struggled to meet people at home and abroad, and he lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm. Only after Xingyun Village did he finally face it, and now he feels that it is extraordinary.
I don’t know why Meng Qi is still looking at the soup noodles when His Highness comes.
Zhao Yi looked at Meng Qi, who seemed peaceful and humble in front of him, and said with a low smile: You have saved Gu's life. How can I not show my friendship to the landlord when I arrive in the divine capital
Just be willing. Meng Qi was like an old monk, motionless.
Zhao Yi Zhuangruo said casually: Killing the Wolf King with a sword shocked the world. Now that we are taking advantage of this situation to enter the divine capital, we must do something earth-shattering.
Meng Qi smiled: There are so many heroes gathered in the divine capital, so naturally they use martial arts to make friends.
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked out the window and whispered: The wind is picking up.
The sky is dark, and there seems to be a continuous autumn rain coming.
Zhao Yi didn't ask any more questions, and with a smile on his face, he chatted about things in Shendu, acting like an enthusiastic host, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves for a while.
The end. When he saw Meng Qi serving tea, he stood up consciously and said with a smile: Although I am not talented, I can still say a few words about the affairs of Shendu. If you have any difficulties, just speak up.
He didn't mention anything like wooing, it was just a greeting to visit an old friend.
Thank you, Your Majesty. Meng Qi saw the guests off to the stairs, watched the two of them leave, and nodded slightly, compared to what he had done at Xingyun Village. Zhao Laosan has gained a new level of cultivation in the city, but if he sneaks into the Qionghua Banquet through him, many things will be difficult to deal with. Could it be that he wants to do Infernal Affairs and secretly help Lao Wu fight for glory
While thinking, he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then spat it out with a sound.
It tastes really bad. Fortunately, there is a etiquette for serving tea to guests. Meng Qi frowned.
He is a true beginner, and in the afternoon he saw Dr. Tea sharing tea like this. So he followed the same example and pretended to be a master to scare Zhao Laosan.
Outside the building, raindrops were already falling.
Zhao Yi put his hands behind his back, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier on his body that reflected the rain: How
Feng Zheng understood what his master meant. Shen Sheng said: "It should not be underestimated. It almost feels like He Jiu Wang Siyuan at the beginning, but the time is still young and the heat is not enough." If given the chance, he might be able to reach the sky with the influence of Qi, if he can be pulled together. It will be of great use within three or four years.
Regarding this kind of genius, his tone was always a bit sour. Only by giving up part of his body and taking the wrong path can he go to the outdoor scene. It will be difficult to break through in the future. But once a character like Su Meng enters the outdoor scene, he will advance very quickly. Just like Su Wuming back then, the sky changes every year
This kind of character is the most arrogant and arrogant, with a sincere attitude, equal treatment, and people who like him. Unfortunately, he was underestimated when they first met. Zhao Yi sighed.
The raindrops fall, the sky changes from light to dark, and the autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn are terrible.
Meng Qi adjusted his state of mind, closed his eyes and sat on the chair, facing the autumn rain, as if listening and sleeping. In his current state, the main thing is to sense the heaven and earth and beat the heat of the inner world.
Unconsciously, as night fell, Meng Qi moved his right hand slightly and flicked it on the handle of the knife.
Qian Qian, a martial arts master in Shendu City, asked Su Shaoxia for advice. A voice came from far away, full of energy, as clear as beads falling on the ear, but slightly aged, it seemed that it was a master who had experienced enlightenment for many years.
where is the road
The sound came from far to near, and a sword light lit up, as if interacting with the night sky, and a few stars fell through the thick clouds, illuminating the rain curtain.
In the thick darkness, this sword struggled and wandered, as if a trapped beast was looking for a way to break out.
Meng Qi almost sang, sighed, and held the handle of the knife with his right hand.
The sword shines like a dragon, slashing out swiftly and absorbing all the vitality around it.
And although it is a gathering of life, it itself is full of death energy, and it was struck by the sword light in an instant.
After birth and dissipation, the energy dissipated and the light stopped, the long sword seemed to have lost all its spirituality, broke into two pieces with a click, and fell to the ground with a snap.
The road is at your feet. Meng Qi sheathed his sword, still sitting on the chair, seemingly never getting up, and kept listening to Qiu Yu quietly.
Outside the building, there was a figure standing quietly in the rain, without any defense, being soaked like a drowned chicken.
After a while, he whispered to himself: The road is at your feet, the road is at your feet
Looking at the broken sword, he suddenly felt like he was being freed from restraints. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything. He rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.
After a while, amid the dripping rain, another voice sounded:
Du Linxi from the Du family came to ask for advice.
Just as the visitor was about to approach, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if there was a sword aura approaching, so he transformed himself and used various moves, but no matter how he dealt with it, the invisible sword aura followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
It wasn't until he took ten steps back that the chilling feeling of sword energy disappeared, and his forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.
After staying for a while, he turned around and left, not daring to stay any longer.
The autumn rain is continuous, and the sound of the rain is like a musical score that urges people to sleep, revealing the tranquility and a little melancholy of the late night.
Just like that, the sky became brighter and the rain disappeared.
Many people in the world approached the small building out of curiosity. They heard the sound last night from afar.
Look quickly, those footprints should be those of Du Linxi, they are clearly walking in the wind.
But he didn't come within ten feet of the small building.
That's an eighty-pound panlong stick that sweeps in all directions.
Mr. Huajian's folding fan was split into two pieces
They were dumbfounded because all the traces were far away from the small building, and the nearest one was even ten feet away.
Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes said, "Well, isn't that the Xingzhao Sword of Master Qian? Why did it break in front of the building?"
People like Qian Qian from the Martial Arts Hall become one with nature and man at the age of forty.
He is actually three steps away from the small building
For some reason, Hall Leader Qian has been unable to break through. Instead, he has become nagging. His strength has declined. It is obvious that someone is trying his best to find excuses.
But halfway through his words, he sighed:
Crazy Sword Su Meng lives up to his reputation.
The people around thought that last night they only heard the sound of rain and the sound of calling one's name, and there was no sound of fighting. It was all dull, and then they sighed and agreed:
Number one on the list of people is number one on the list of people
Meng Qi felt in harmony with the heaven and earth, breathing in the morning sun and inhaling the purple air. He didn't know when the rain would stop, as if he was sleeping peacefully.
At this time, the waiter from the small building came up and said in a low voice: Su Shaoxia, the Su family from the capital of God sent someone to invite you.
Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils as clear and deep as a flat lake.
What is supposed to come finally comes. . .
: By the way, I have something to do tonight, the first chapter will be at 12:30 noon tomorrow.