Intentional blue blood thought that Ruan Sanye's piano music was very aimed at blue blood people. Meng Qi suspected that they had known about the existence of blue blood people for a long time, but they had kept it secret in the past. Why did they make such a big fuss this time and contact the sect and aristocratic families
Yan Chong picked up the sea bowl and took a sip: Mr. Ruan, who had ignored world affairs for many years, wrote to powerful sects and aristocratic families in nearby states, speaking highly of the dangers of blue-blooded people and expressing concern about their intention to get involved in Linhai City. He believed that They have a major plot that is detrimental to the human race, so they must strike first.
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This is not unreasonable. If the strong men were not vigilant about the blue-blooded people, Meng Qi would find it strange that the Ruan family was anxious about this matter.
If the Ruan family is really anxious about this matter, then they have to help. Even if they have not yet reached the first level of the ladder, when facing blue-blooded people, they have eight or nine mysterious skills to resist their ability to control water, which is enough to resist them. The otherwise ordinary blue-blooded fourth- and fifth-level warriors are extremely powerful.
Yan Chong laughed and said: "I can't be anxious even if I want to be anxious. I don't even know who the strong blue-blooded people are, where they often hang out, or where they are located on the bottom of the sea. No matter how urgent it is, it requires both calculation and collection." It is not a one-day effort.
The bottom of the sea is dangerous, with many powerful monsters and dangerous places, and fighting in the water weakens the senses very much. Even half-step Dharmakaya dare not rush forward. In this way, blindly searching in the boundless ocean is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.
Then there is no need to rush there. Meng Qi returned the favor with a bowl of wine, intending to devote himself to cultivation, understand the principles of the Dharma, and lay a solid foundation for reaching the first level of the ladder.
The scene of the trench he saw in the memory of the blue-blooded people was roughly described to He Jiuhuang Taichong and others. If the Ruan family wanted to be blue-blooded, they would definitely not be able to bypass Donghai Jianzhuang. The two sides would definitely cooperate, so there was no need to worry about how they got the information.
Yan Chong heard this and asked subconsciously: Do you have other things
After asking, he automatically shut his mouth. He and Su Meng were only casual acquaintances. How could he ask about such a superficial and profound topic
Meng Qi patted the wine jar. The liquid liquid came out of the column and filled the sea bowl. He laughed and said: I plan to find a place to stay in a hut and understand the laws of heaven and earth.
You are almost past the first level of the ladder. Yan Chong's eyes froze.
Meng Qi smiled and did not answer, but said: "I originally wanted to live next to Brother Yan, but I have too much hatred, so it is better to stay hidden."
Speaking of which. He picked up the wine bowl and drank it clean. Turn around, open the door, and step into the rain.
The rain poured down on him, turning into beads like mercury and rolling down without any trace of moisture. Only the darkness gradually blurred Meng Qi's figure.
Yan Chong watched this scene steadily, looked back at the candlelight swaying in the wind, and suddenly sighed:
Jianghu Yeyu has been lanterns for ten years, what will it be like in ten years
Autumn high sky. The air is clear and refreshing, the rippling blue sea is still scorched by the sun during the day, and the sea breeze blows through the boat at night, bringing with it the rustling autumn feeling.
A gorgeously decorated building boat sailed slowly over a vast blue ocean, bathed in bright sunshine.
Unlike other floor ships, there is a large bed on its deck, a bed that looks comfortable.
Meng Qi lay on it with his upper body folded. Enjoying the sunbath, I squinted my eyes in comfort, like a lazy cat.
There are several tables next to it, with grapes, watermelons and other fruits placed on them. They are not in season, but are cultivated by the family who are good at this. Pay a premium to get it.
The beautiful maid in a gauze skirt sat on the left and right stools. From time to time, she used her delicate jade fingers to pick up a grape and peel it, insert a toothpick into a piece of cut red watermelon, and put it to Meng Qi's mouth.
But Meng Qi only opened his mouth to swallow, maintaining a lazy state.
The gentle breeze and warm sun, the ocean deck, all these seemed to be influenced by Meng Qi to make him lazy. The maids were all a little drowsy, and the servant who came up with the iced sour plum soup couldn't help but yawn.
Sir, we have served many guests, but we have never seen anyone who knows how to enjoy it like you. They are either afraid of the strong sun or they can't let go of their bodies. But you make us jealous when we look at you. We also want to bask in the sun and sleep like this. As soon as I fell asleep, the days seemed to become more leisurely. The maid on the left, with her bare snow-white feet, peeled the grapes, revealing the crystal flesh, and said with a smile.
Please don't. If your skin becomes dark due to the sun, you will definitely blame me. Meng Qi didn't open his eyes and spoke with a heavy sleepiness.
After he retreated into seclusion, he chartered a large boat and sailed to Langya by sea. His bold actions and unique behavior aroused the curiosity of his maids and servants.
The maid on the right chuckled and said: Even after so many days in the sun, the young master’s skin has never been dark.
She knew that the young master was a master of martial arts, so it was strange that he would get tanned. After laughing, she continued: When we first saw that the young master wanted to place a sunbed on the deck, we all thought we had met a madman, or the kind of dandy who likes naked parties. Unexpectedly It can still be used like this.
While she was talking, she took the iced sour plum soup and stirred it with a spoon. The water was crystal clear and cool.
Meng Qi opened his mouth, waited for the spoon to come over, took a sip of the sweet and sour soup, still did not open his eyes, smiled and said: I will definitely enjoy it when I can, and I will not stand if I can sit. , If you can lie down, don't sit down, and if someone can serve you, you won't do it yourself.
The sun shone down, making the skin on his back shine golden.
The maid heard from a previous guest that life is short, why bother yourself. Could it be that she was talking about people like the young master? Another maid joked.
She picked up the jade one and gently scratched Meng Qi's back without asking for help.
The wind was very light, the sun was very warm, everything seemed so leisurely and lazy, until a sailor shouted:
Sir, someone is coming over there
If someone is coming, shouldn't there be a boat coming? The maids were stunned.
Meng Qi had sensed it a long time ago and did not get up. He still closed his eyes and enjoyed it, saying in a low voice: Don't worry about him.
In the distance, a small boat came riding the wind and waves, leaving a deep water mark behind it. Standing on it was a man in white, spotless, with an ancient appearance and an arrogant temperament. He was holding a sword-like weapon in his hand.
His presence was so strong that the sailors ignored the boat
The man in white also sensed the large ship and found that there was a big bed on the deck, with a half-naked young man lying on his chest. He was lazy and leisurely, bathed in the golden sunshine.
This kind of picture makes people feel inexplicably lazy, and the thought that it must be very comfortable to lie on that bed arises spontaneously.
The man in white didn't move, and the boat changed direction slightly. Driving towards the building, when he got close, he asked in the weird Dajin language:
But people from the Southern Jin Dynasty or Northern Zhou Dynasty
His tone was indifferent and cold, with a hidden edge that could clearly be heard by everyone on the ship even though they were hundreds of feet apart.
Meng Qi didn't get up, still eating the melon slices handed over by the maid, and said lazily: "Southern Jin Dynasty." Where do you come from? Do you have any questions
The man in white lowered his sword hand, and his expression became solemn: I am Ningtai, the swordsman of Dongsang. I have tried swordsmanship all over the country, and there is no single defeat in the same realm. I heard that there are many talents and heroes in the Southern Jin and Northern Zhou Dynasties, so I came here to challenge the sword practice. I don’t know who is the strongest under the first level of the ladder.
Dongsang Mengqi has heard of this country in the East China Sea. They are located deep in the East China Sea, with huge islands and rich resources. It is almost as good as Jiangdong, and the martial arts is strong and there are many strong people. However, it is trapped in the dangerous sea route. Most of the merchant ships go to the offshore islands, and few come directly to Jiangdong.
Meng Qi, the invincible at the first level of the ladder, smiled, but his tone was still lazy: There are many talents in our Central Plains. There are many masters on the first level of the ladder. Who knows who is the strongest without having beaten them, but it is recognized that those who reached the sky in one step, such as Donghai Jianzhuang, He Jiujiangdong Wang Clan, Wang Siyuan, etc., are among the leaders.
The eyes of the man in white who reached the sky in one step are bright, and their cold and arrogant attitude is even more obvious. I don’t know where they are now.
Wang Siyuan was at Maoling's ancestral home in Jiangdong, and He Jiu was probably in Linhai City. Meng Qi pointed the way in detail with the mentality of watching a good show.
Ningtai, the man in white, listened intently and finally touched the scabbard. The boat turned and sped towards the sea.
He did not choose to fly because he wanted to maintain peak physical strength and condition.
Young Master, this Dongsang man is too cold and arrogant, which makes people dislike him. You should be a strong man too, why don't you give it a try. The maid is well-informed. During this period, it was judged from clues that Meng Qi was not weak.
Meng Qi's eyes were half-opened, and he laughed and said: If I had faced such a person and such a challenge in the past few months, I would definitely have done it. But now, I understand the laws of heaven and earth's movement, and my heart is connected with the eternal legal principles. , ascending to Dharma Heaven, descending to Dharma Earth, the inner Dharma is natural, peaceful and humble, how can there be any fighting spirit and spirit
Why does it feel like a monk? The maid blurted out in shock.
Meng Qi opened his mouth and took a sip of ice-cold sour plum soup: No, this is a state at a certain stage, like the calm before a heavy rain, like the savings before the flood overflows the embankment, like the beating before the weapon is launched, Once you get used to this feeling, you can break through the constraints and usher in an explosion.
There is a knife buried deep in my heart. It is calcined by the soul, beaten by the true intention, and pondered by the Dharma. It has never shown its sharp edge. It is waiting quietly, waiting for it to accumulate enough power, and sing out with a long roar, making a blockbuster, flying into the sky, cutting off the injustice.
The maid seemed to understand but nodded blankly.
The boat was still moving, and Meng Qi was still enjoying his lazy time, feeling dizzy and sleepy.
Unknowingly, Langya is in sight. This is the first port in the east of the Yangtze River and the only port in the world. There are really clouds of buildings and boats, a stream of people, and the fishy smell can often be smelled.
Meng Qi, who was basking in the sun with his belly turned upward, suddenly opened his eyes, which were dark and dark.
He stood up slowly, stretched out his hands, and the maid Zhiqu next to him helped him put on the black attire.
As he put on the smart clothes, Meng Qi's laziness gradually faded away, and his temperament became heroic, revealing a sense of pride and pride.
The young master seemed to have changed. The maids were dazzled.
Meng Qi took out the Heavenly Wound, held the knife in his left hand, and slung it at his waist. With this movement, something seemed to break the shackles, and the light bloomed. His aura became stern, and his posture showed majesty. He stood there quietly, He has the courage to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
In the distance, a small boat is speeding by, and Ningtai, a man in white, stands on it.
He suddenly felt something and looked towards the building. The strange sword in his hand made a soft sound in its sheath.
Brother didn't go to Linhai. Meng Qi showed a smile.
Ningtai said in difficult Jin dialect: He Jiu arrived at Langya.
He looked directly at Meng Qi, and the hand holding the sword was drawn inward, so that the hilt of the sword was in the most convenient position for pulling out.
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