According to the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Tower again.
Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, and then calmly boiled water and made tea. Meng Qi, on the other hand, was not impatient. He sat upright on the chair across from him, gently rubbing the armrest, looking very leisurely and not asking anything about the furnace.
The two are competing patiently, and it seems that whoever speaks first will lose their normalcy, become impatient, and be at a disadvantage in the pending transaction.
The water mist curled up and the fragrance of tea spread. Duanmu Bei held a small pot and slowly poured green water into the teacup in front of him. With a smile, the teacup flew towards Meng Qi: the water was green like bamboo, and the buds were green. It looks like a miniature leaf, drinking it clears the mind and calms the mind.
Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, which was unremarkable. The teacup fell into his palm without making a single ripple.
Good tea has a bitter taste in the mouth and a sweet aftertaste. You are truly a gentleman in tea. Meng Qi blew a breath, implying the true energy, stirring up the heaven and earth, to test the toxicity, then took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it, and then spoke in praise for a long time, still not mentioning the cauldron.
Duanmu Bei sighed: I thought that since you have been trapped in Bomi for nearly twenty years, you will become eager for improvement and breakthroughs in everything. Who knows that you are really like an old monk with a Zen mind, peaceful and casual, and you are actually more serious than me. Stay angry.
He couldn't stand it anymore and got to the point.
Sowing secrets is difficult and dangerous, and the sight is too far. Sometimes in order to obtain harvest, you often need to wait for days or even months without moving at the same place. After more experience, your patience will never be bad. Meng Qi patted the armrest, his expression calm.
This is the patience and willpower required to kill the Wolf King. What does it have to do with the old monk
Duanmu Bei suddenly said: "I see. I have never been to Bomi, and I will inevitably be biased after hearing other people's rumors."
After a pause, he chuckled and said: As for the furnace, I have already asked the victim, and she said she wanted a lot. It's troublesome to send messages back and forth. If you are really sincere, you can have an interview.
He didn't talk about the furnace at all, he just conveyed the message, so even if he spoke first, he wouldn't really be at a disadvantage. How could he be at a disadvantage if he didn't have something to do
He is really an old fox. He was just showing off, trying to test Meng Qi's reality.
Meng Qi cursed silently, but his expression did not change. The feeling is still profound and unpredictable:
It would be best if we could have an interview.
This was in line with his true purpose. Things went more smoothly than expected. The reputation of the Poison-Handed Demon Lord was quite useful.
Duanmu Bei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi didn't show any mood swings, so he made up his mind and said: Three days later, several powerful people from the left will gather to trade at the Fire Lake in Hongfeng Mountain. She will also go, I will take you there.
Hongfeng Mountain is located in a county under Yingcheng and has beautiful scenery. It is famous for its mountains full of maple trees. When autumn comes, the forests are dyed red and the lake water reflects red. Like a fire, it is so beautiful that it attracts many tourists, but it is still spring. It has not yet reached the time when it shows its beauty and enchantment. It is inaccessible and the mountains are quiet with the singing of birds. Just right for a gathering of leftists.
good. Meng Qi, the old man, nodded and agreed, leaving Duanmu Bei Zaisheng confused about his deep feelings.
He doesn't even care about the powerful leftists who have so much confidence in him.
By the fire lake, inside Ci'an Temple.
In a Buddhist hall, there are about a dozen futons, most of which have people sitting cross-legged. The person holding them is a fat monk. His fat undulates with his breath, like layers of waves. His eyes are kind and his wrinkles are deep. Deep, his hands are intertwined up and down, flat in front of his body, and his body is covered with a red cassock, just like Anfa, the abbot of Ci'an Temple.
On the futon to the left of him, there sat a scholar in white clothes. He was in his thirties, with a white face and a beardless face. He had an elegant appearance, and his breath was like a deep ancient well. His eyes were half-open and half-closed with a strange feeling. Most people here dare not look directly.
Sitting on the futon to the right of the abbot of Ci'an Temple is a middle-aged woman. There are no wrinkles between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She is more mature and charming than when she was young. Although she is not too beautiful, her eyes always make people shake and have wild thoughts. .
The rest of the people are all extraordinary, and the photo-student Shen Yue is also among them.
You said that the poisonous hand had revealed the secret, and the white-clothed scholar reappeared in the world with his eyes still half-open and half-closed.
Shen Yue nodded respectfully: Yes, the senior soul-chasing senior has a good eye, and the junior dare not deceive him.
This scholar in white is none other than the soul-chasing demon king Mo Tiange. Hearing this, he revealed a gloomy smile: We are old friends for many years, and it is really a joy to meet each other in Jiangzuo during the blooming season.
The other leftists all frowned. The Poison-Handed Demon Lord has returned to the world, and he is not afraid of being pursued by the Luo Jiao Tian Tian Clan and the Beggar Clan.
How strong is he now? Is he still as strong as he was when he was on the black list
Bomi is not a good place for cultivation. After twenty years of wasted time, there must be a gap between you and Chasing Soul. This is really your own fault. The abbot of Ci'an Temple sighed. In the past, he was very popular, and he was about to cross the first level of the ladder. He was expected to be a master. No matter whether he was on the right path or we were on the left path, who wouldn't look at him with suspicion, even if his realm and strength were much higher than him? person, we must also consider his potential and value
In his speech, he regarded himself as a devil of evil ways, and was incompatible with the red cassock and the compassion and Zen.
The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth and said with a smile: "The person whose realm and strength are far higher than him, could it be you yourself, Senior Fox?"
Ci'an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong. It is considered a famous temple. The abbot is actually a member of the black list, the six-pole true demon Ling Hu Tao.
Linghu Tao chuckled and did not answer the question. He turned to look at Shen Yue and said: "Have you ever seen the depth of Poison Hand when you met him face to face?"
All eyes looked at Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.
How could he reveal to others the fact that he was confused between reality and fantasy, and almost had a mental breakdown? Shen Yue cursed a few times in his mind, and calmed down his expression and said: "This junior cannot tell the depth of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord. I can only judge from his posture, words, and escape techniques." From a rough judgment, I am afraid that he is still wandering in the third heaven.
If you don't say this, how can you provoke a fight
Sure enough. The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord sighed. Brother Poisonous Hand used to be very charming, and his words and deeds had the potential of being a Demon Lord. I have always admired him, but unfortunately now
Before he finished speaking, he felt quite regretful. It seemed that the current Poisonous Hand Demon Lord was no longer worthy of his comparison and attention, and he was not even interested in humiliating him.
Except for Shen Yue, the other evil spirits of the evil ways all nodded their heads. Over the past dynasties, those who hid in the secret broadcast were rarely able to break through and come back out of the world.
As soon as the soul-chasing devil finished speaking, Linghu Tao suddenly raised his eyebrows: Duanmu Louzhu is here, eh
The entrance to the meditation hall. Duanmu Bei, a smooth-skinned man with gray hair, appeared and walked in slowly. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a green robe, with frosty white temples and a soft hat on his head. His temperament was elegant and vicissitudes, his eyes were unwavering, and his whole person was deep. So restrained that it seems to disappear.
Just now, Linghu Tao didn't sense him and didn't notice him until he was close, so he let out a sigh.
The eyes of the Poison Hand Soul Chasing Demon Lord suddenly opened. It glows with a strange light, pointing directly at the soul of the soul.
The Poison-Hand Demon Lord turned his head and looked carefully at each one of them.
Meng Qi nodded slightly at the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord and the Six-Extreme Real Demon. He was calm and composed, without any sense of restraint or inferiority, and even more confident.
Duanmu Bei gave a brief introduction and took Meng Qi to sit on the empty futon.
It turns out to be Mr. Poisonous Hand, whose name I heard about many years ago, but I just saw him today. Linghu Tao restrained his surprise and spoke with a smile. But there was some confusion in my heart, because I couldn't see through the depths of the Poison Hand Demon Lord.
All the powerful leftists had similar feelings. They were quite shocked and surprised. The Poison Hand Demon Lord seemed not to be restricted by the secret. She is even more graceful than before, and probably so is her strength.
The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord closed his eyes and smiled: "Poisonous Hand, your style is still the same, I am very relieved." If I can't really suppress you, it will be a real regret in life.
There was no politeness in his words, as enemies meet. Extremely jealous
Meng Qi sat cross-legged on the futon, and there was no wave in the ancient well. He looked at Zhuihun with his eyes that were full of vicissitudes of life, and chuckled: I thought you had made a lot of progress in the past twenty years, but who knew
He shook his head expressionlessly, and everyone could hear the meaning behind his words.
He actually looked down on the soul-chasing demon king. Who gave him such confidence? To what extent was his strength? Every leftist strongman came up with similar thoughts.
At this time, Duanmu Bei intervened to smooth things over: "This is Mrs. Baihua, the person who invited you for an interview."
While everyone was wondering what the interview was about, Mrs. Baihua smiled slightly, clapped her hands, and a woman came from the meditation room not far away. She had skin like a baby, beautiful appearance, pure temperament, conservative clothing, and walked like a weak willow supporting the wind. moving.
She looked at the strong men from the left, her eyes showing fear, as frightened as a deer, without any charm, but it was this expression that aroused the deepest desire in people's hearts, wanting to* *, want to conquer, and this woman herself exudes some kind of inexplicable attraction between men and women. Her clothes are conservative, ups and downs, and it is tempting to tear her apart.
Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy breathing in the meditation hall. Even Linghu Tao, Soul Chaser Demon Lord and Duanmu Bei couldn't help but follow the figure and swallowed quietly.
Waiting for the woman to hide behind her, Mrs. Baihua looked at Meng Qi: Mr. Poisonous Hand was unmoved and seemed not satisfied with the little girl.
Meng Qi only glanced at the woman for a few times and then looked away, looking straight ahead, his eyes indifferent and unwavering, which looked very special.
Hearing this, he said with a smile: "It's very good in every aspect. I'm very satisfied. I think it can be put to great use."
Having said this, he looked around at Linghu Tao Soul-Chasing Demon Lord, Duanmu Bei and others, and said in a magnetic voice: Although beauty is moving, it is only used. Why should you be so rude? Mr. Linghu is old and indulges in enjoyment. I understand, maybe you have lost your ambition in pursuit of souls
What he said fell into the ears of all the evil demons of the evil ways. In addition to being angry, there was also an inexplicable fear. In the eyes of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, such beauty is just a thing for use. There is no emotion and it is really cold. self
Except for himself, no matter how beautiful or tempting other things are, in his eyes they are just used and have no use, so he will destroy them casually.
This is the real devil compared to the evil spirits who chase and kill others.
The frosty white temples and elegant and restrained temperament all accentuate this feeling.
Before Linghu Tao and the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord spoke, Mrs. Baihua smiled sweetly and said: Mr. Poisonous Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious and is used to shopping around. I don’t know if anyone here has any ideas.
The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord immediately looked at Meng Qi, with old and new hatreds welling up in his heart.
This was a forced test of strength. Meng Qi sighed, his facial expressions unchanged, and he still sat in a deep posture.