Sixiu Mountain has a steep but not vast terrain, is beautiful and colorful, and has tinkling streams. It has the gentleness of Jiangdong and the ruggedness of Huanzhou. ,
Meng Qi felt a little worried and heavy, so he flew down in front of the Huanhua Sword Sect's mountain gate again and explained his intention to the gatekeeper disciples.
Su Shaoxia, what a coincidence, Senior Brother Qi just left the mountain gate a few days ago. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, seeing that it was Su Meng, the mad swordsman, the gatekeeper disciple did not hesitate at all.
He quietly looked at this young master who was famous all over the world, and found that it was similar to what he had imagined, except that he was not so sharp, so wild, and so high-spirited. Instead, he had a little more round and flawless feeling, like white jade that had been polished for many years, smooth but not irritable. .
Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat. Senior Brother Qi hurried out as soon as he returned from seclusion. Could it be that something really happened to him
This junior brother, did you know that senior brother Qi went to ask him a question.
Seeing Crazy Sword Su Meng taking the initiative to close the relationship, the gatekeeper disciple was flattered and said quickly: "You shouldn't call me Senior Brother Su like this. Senior Brother Qi is said to have gone to Yedu."
Meng Qi from Yedu bowed his hands in greeting, turned around, and flew into the sky, rushing to the capital of Huanzhou, Zhoujun, and Yedu.
In Yedu, there is a six-door county government office, and the Yinzhang arrester signs office.
Meng Qi was unable to determine Qi Zhengyan's whereabouts through the Yuxu Divine Calculation, and the strong man from the Huanhua Sword Sect who was in charge of Yedu affairs had never seen Qi Zhengyan come, so he planned to use the six-door intelligence system to help him find the person.
Don't worry, as soon as there is news, we will notify you immediately. The speaker was Meng Qi's acquaintance, the former Qingshou headhunter and now the Silverzhang headhunter Kong Yu. He smiled and said, "We haven't seen each other for a few years, but you have already passed the first level of the ladder and become the purple-stripe, the realm of strength." and official positions surpassed mine. It's really sad.
Zishou Mengqi said doubtfully.
Kong Yu was stunned: You haven’t been to the six-door contact point yet. After you passed the first level of the ladder, the Shendu headquarters promoted you to the purple ribbon head catcher. If you hadn’t completed the task in the past two or three years, I’m afraid There is also hope for a gold medal.
Meng Qi pointed to the core of how much the salary has increased.
Kong Yu laughed: I can exchange for almost three good natural and earthly treasures in a year.
He knew that when it came to the location, money and other things were just trivial matters, so he replaced them with natural materials and earthly treasures.
not bad. Meng Qi showed a smile. Taking into account his previous accumulation, he should be able to get five heavenly and earthly treasures from the six gates in a year. He would be worthy of the imperial court that controls half of the country. He has a profound background. In order to win over himself, he almost gave the salary equivalent to 20 to 30% of the net worth of Zhang Yuanshan's ancestor, a long-standing master, to a person who has done nothing.
After exchanging a few words, Kong Yu sent Meng Qi to the door, treating him with the same etiquette as a guest.
Just as he stepped out of the gate of the county government office, Meng Qi felt something in his heart and suddenly paused.
At this time, a black carriage covered by a thick felt drove out of a nearby alley and stopped in front of Meng Qi's door. The coachman is a hunchbacked man, but he has a long spirit and a terrifying power in his flesh and blood. He is actually an extremely talented man.
Use your skills as a coachman
Do not know why. Meng Qi suddenly thought of Gu Xiaosang. Her coachman was also a strong person on location.
With a faint squeaking sound, the carriage door slowly opened. Meng Qi's feeling of isolation spread over him.
The interior is simple and unsophisticated, with a table and teacups placed in the center. The tea was filled, and there was a person sitting on the left side, wearing a green robe, with a straight back, hands on his knees, calm and restrained, expressionless, it was Qi Zhengyan.
Senior Brother Qi Meng Qi frowned in confusion, stepped forward, stepped into the carriage, and sat opposite Qi Zhengyan.
There was a soft snap, the door closed, the coachman raised his whip, and the carriage turned quietly and drove towards the end of the street.
Qi Zhengyan's pupils were dark and moist, like two dark gems, with an indescribable depth inside, like an ocean without wind and waves.
His breath was long and steady, and he did not escape Meng Qi's gaze, but he tightened his lips like an ancient well without waves and did not say a word.
A calm and strange atmosphere filled the carriage, leaving Meng Qi at a loss as to how to speak.
The two of them sat opposite each other, hearing the sound of wheels hitting the stone floor and the noise of pedestrians on the street.
The carriage drove out of the city gate and went up the Ye River, gradually away from the hustle and bustle of the world, with only the sound of the rushing water.
Snapped
With the crack of the long whip, the brown horses pulling the cart stopped in unison, and the tea on the table only rippled slightly.
Qi Zhengyan stood up silently and opened the car door. In front of him was the wide and wavy river water, clear but not clear, like the dead.
He walked slowly towards the shore, his green shirt rustling. Meng Qi's heart became heavy unconsciously, and he left the carriage and walked behind him. The top-level coachman silently drove the carriage away.
Qi Zhengyan turned around with his hands behind his hands, the wind on the water blowing his hair, and finally spoke, as calmly as before:
I know you will come to me.
Meng Qi stopped ten steps away from him, took a breath and said: I'm worried that you have something to hide.
Qi Zhengyan still looked expressionless: There is indeed something unspeakable. He has to conceal his strength every time, which makes the difficulty of everyone's tasks unknowingly increase. If there were not enough good deeds and proper preparations, someone would have died long ago. Therefore, after the death task, I Will leave the team.
"Senior Brother Qi, who quits the team, if his strength is enhanced by adventure, it doesn't matter. I'm almost in the fifth level. The variables in the mission are mainly caused by me. Why should you feel guilty?" Meng Qi said in astonishment.
Qi Zhengyan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a rare smile, but the meaning was unclear:
It would be fine if it was just a chance encounter.
As soon as he finished speaking, an evil wind suddenly rolled up around him, and a little red light flew out from Qi Zhengyan's body. It mixed with the evil wind and formed a statue with a human head and a dragon body, six arms, and a face seven or eight times the same as Qi Zhengyan's. Similar.
If so, Meng Qi would not be surprised, but this Dharma-connected body is of blood color, with an indescribable strangeness and familiarity. Its six arms can hold destruction, kill, hold blood beads, condense filth, or hold ice-cold weapons. Flowers, or pinch red evil fire.
Although it is not depraved in itself, it is creepy.
Meng Qi had a flash of inspiration and remembered the source of the familiarity, the bloody shadow of the mysterious demon-killing figure in the fragment of Heaven.
Qi Zhengyan did not answer. It was as if the terrifying Dharma image, which was filled with tyrannical blood, took a step forward, overlapped with him, shrunk to a point, and formed a bloody stain between his eyebrows. Like a half moon and lotus petals, the breath rises rapidly, giving people the feeling of being close to the fourth heaven. The green shirt is fluttering, and it is a bit more powerful besides being calm.
Seeing the stain, Meng Qi suddenly flashed images in his mind and blurted out:
Demon Lord
Yes, the statue of the Demon Lord I once saw did not look like a human being, but still had three heads and six arms. The most obvious feature is a magic mark between the eyebrows. Except for the different color, the shape, position and sense of Qi Zhengyan's blood mark are almost the same.
No wonder the Demon Lord said you were late instead of disappearing long ago
However, I was with Gu Xiaosang at that time, why did he say you were late instead of you being late.
With his heart up and down and unable to calm down, Meng Qi looked at Qi Zhengyan blankly. I do not know what to say.
Senior Brother Qi actually obtained the inheritance of the Demon Lord
Qi Zhengyan looked calm and said calmly: Most of the secrets and knowledge of evil demons' power are hidden in flesh and blood. A drop of blood and a piece of flesh often contain incredible things.
Meng Qi thought about the blood of the Demon Saint that he had obtained, and had no doubt about it.
At the time of Demon Grave. In order to avoid danger, I accidentally entered the lake transformed by the blood of the demon lord, and my body was soaked by the blood and quietly transformed. And from them, they obtained the Demon Lord’s inheritance of skills and experience. Qi Zhengyan's eyes were still deep and without any ripples, as if he was talking about someone else's affairs. Originally, I was very resistant, adhering to the right path and unwilling to degenerate and join forces with the devil. But at Lingshan, when I was at a dead end, I asked myself, am I willing to give up like this
I am not willing to go from being a disciple with mediocre qualifications who was not taken seriously and who was unable to teach advanced techniques to a completely different person step by step, with a promising location, and then die like this.
Whether it's fate or God's arrangement, I won't accept it.
Therefore, I chose to fuse the blood of the Demon Lord and inherit his skills, experience and will.
Qi Zhengyan was not hysterical, and calmly said something that should have shocked people's hearts.
No wonder Senior Brother Qi covered his eyes when he entered the hall where Qing Deng was, and the slightest detail flashed through Meng Qi's heart.
Details tell everything
Meng Qi took a breath: Senior Brother Qi, magic skills and evil methods have nothing to do with whether a person is good or bad. If you uphold the right path, there is no harm even if you practice magic skills. If you use them for benefit, it will be a good thing.
Qi Zhengyan looked at Meng Qi steadily and was silent for a moment before saying:
I'm possessed.
Meng Qi's heart sank, and before his tongue could bloom, he saw Qi Zhengyan's expression becoming solemn:
In my eyes, there are good and bad demons, some who rebel against heaven, and some who kill and destroy. The only thing they have in common is that they are not tolerated by God and not accepted by the world.
He took a step forward and looked at Meng Qi seriously:
I have ordinary qualifications, so I cannot get advanced skills and sufficient resources for cultivation from the sect. If I don't have adventures, I will be like this all my life, watching other people's glory.
Under such circumstances, even if I work hard to improve myself, how effective will it be? The way forward has long been blocked by those with outstanding talents and good fathers and mothers. Among all living beings, how many people want to practice the same technique but can't
They told me that outstanding talent is a blessing from God, a good father and a good mother are the accumulation of generations, and destiny is what it is, but I don't accept it.
I don't envy them, I just want everyone to get the same opportunity to practice. Those who are strong will advance, and those who are lazy will retreat.
If all this is arranged by God, I will kill Qingtian. If it is fate, I will reverse the cause and effect.
Qi Zhengyan's mood finally fluctuated and he looked directly at Meng Qi:
Junior Brother Meng, this is the devil in my heart, so what is the Buddha in your heart
This is the devil in my heart, what is the Buddha in your heart? Meng Qi was at a loss and speechless.
Suddenly, he burst out laughing, took a few steps forward, and patted Qi Zhengyan on the shoulder:
This is the devil in your heart
What's there to worry about? Do I look like a pedantic person? As long as you don't do evil things that go against your conscience, we will still be good brothers, friends of life and death.
Meng Qi seemed relaxed, looking into Qi Zhengyan's eyes, trying to bridge the gap with laughter.
Qi Zhengyan didn't say anything. It took a while before he showed a rare smile, which was both bright and emotional:
Junior Brother Meng, I know you are not a pedantic person, but my path is destined to be the enemy of the sect family. If everyone has the opportunity to practice advanced skills, the movement of heaven will be healthy, and a gentleman will constantly strive for self-improvement. This will endanger the fundamentals of the sect. them.
Your master is an eminent Shaolin monk, your junior brother is a rising star in Shaolin, your family is an aristocratic family, and your friends are the direct descendants of the Xijiang Pavilion and the direct daughter of the Langya Ruan family. Will you give up on them
I come from a humble background and have very few things that I can hold on to. Even the martial arts of the sect can be exchanged for the Six Paths. But precisely because there are so few things that I can hold on to, I stick to it even when encountering difficulties. This may be due to my humbleness. The only brilliance that can bloom in life
Meng Qi watched Qi Zhengyan's mouth open and close, and his mind suddenly became confused.
Qi Zhengyan's expression returned to calmness and he said calmly: I don't want to deceive you anymore, so I won't join the Immortal Trail.
Senior Brother Qi Meng Qi opened his mouth, but couldn't continue.
Qi Zhengyan smiled again, his voice a little hoarse:
Junior Brother Meng, we have different ways, so we don’t want to collude with each other.
After saying this, he turned around and walked away on the water, his green shirt fluttering, he was fair and upright, not worried at all about Meng Qi's slaying of demons and defense, and only his voice echoed on the shore:
The Tao is different, so don’t conspire with each other. . .
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