Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 97|High to far
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Furthermore, when Meng Qi regained consciousness, he found that his clothes were gone, and he became a gerbil again.
The doctor is right by, with some thorns on the bushes hung on the corners of his robe. It looks like a wind and dust, as if he has walked many roads overnight.
This is Longjiao Peak?
Meng Qi subconsciously determined this place. He looked at the huge boulder in front of him, and the dusty memory further recovered.
Yes, this is the place where Shangyun Mountain has the most aura, and it is also his original home.
As long as he remembers, he lives here.
Although this rock looks very big, the hole in which it can live is very narrow, which is not very comfortable.
It seems that since he realized his "existence", the gerbil wanted to leave the stone and wander elsewhere.
It is a pity that Longjiao Peak is too high, the gerbil is too small, and the wind outside the rocks is too strong, trapping him there for many years.
Except for the abundant aura, I basically didn't eat or drink. For many years, I was directly asleep by the gerbils.
——Since I can’t go out, I can only sleep.
Meng Qi stroked the intermittent scenes in his memory.
The Nineteen Peaks of Shangyun Mountain have many beautiful and quiet places, but Longjiao Peak has nothing but rocks and sand.
He still doesn't know what the doctor's mountain looks like. He must be bare on his side.
This is very frustrating.
No, Longjiaofeng is just a horn, and he is the mountain spirit of Shangyun Mountain, so the whole cannot be ignored.
Not bald at all!
It's all coincidence!
The gerbil was relieved, and then slowly patted the dirt on his body with his paw, thinking that he was elegant and calm, and the ink carp beside him looked anxious for it.
The range that the fat mouse's paw can reach is limited, and the coat is pure white, and the dust and sand particles will be very yellowish and grayish.
The gerbils took a long time to pat them carefully, only to clean the hair on the sides and chest.
So what stood in front of the ink carp was a fat mouse with a white body, sand grains under its head and belly, let alone the back that couldn't be scratched by its paws.
The meat trembles as soon as it moves, and the grains of sand keep falling down.
Moli suspected that at this time, he stuffed the fat rat into the bamboo cup and shook it up and down, and then put the gerbil in the cup. Half of the sand might be left in the cup.
The gerbil came pacing and looked at the ink carp apologetically.
Before it could do anything, suddenly a gust of wind blew and something flew.
The black bean-like eyes of the gerbil were wide and round, and rushed away without even thinking about it.
——Clothes!
Although Meng Qi had no clear consciousness before, he instinctively placed his clothes in a relatively sheltered corner. As a result, when Moli came, he reached out to pick up the dimly glowing ball that suddenly fell out, and accidentally pushed his clothes to the side.
The ground here is high and windy, so there are just a few places that can not be blown by the wind, and each sheltered area is very narrow, even if it just crosses the boundary slightly, it will be swept away by the wind immediately.
When it turned into its original form, the clothes that he took off were gone because of an accident, and he could only be naked. This has always been Moli's most worried thing.
As a result, this kind of accident hasn't happened to him until now, but Meng Qi met him.
The wind is strong all year round on Longjiao Peak, shouldn't such a thing happen many times?
Several thoughts came up in Mo Li's mind, but people did not stand still, helping Meng Qi to chase the clothes-the clothes were worthless, but there was still a soft sword wrapped in them.
Because of this sword, the clothes were not directly blown off the cliff by the wind. Instead, they stumbled and rolled on the mountain path, sometimes hanging in the air and sometimes sticking to the ground.
"..."
When the soft sword is not infused with internal force, nor is it wrapped around the waist, it is like a harder tape measure.
It is much lighter than a normal long sword, but after all, it is a sword and it has some weight.
The soft sword became a round wheel hidden in the clothes. It was blown by the wind and rolled down the mountain. A round gerbil in the back chased desperately, because it ran too fast and looked like it was running roll.
Moli wanted to laugh, but felt it was not good, so he held it back.
He lifted his energy and performed light work, after a few breaths, he passed the gerbil, and reached out to grab his clothes.
"Sizzle--"
Mo Lei has half a sleeve in his hand.
The clothes bought at the market are all made of ordinary materials and cannot withstand such repeated tossing.
The ink carp stretched out his hand again, and the edge of the palm was full of infuriating energy formed by internal force. The clothes rolled into a ball suddenly shattered, revealing the outline of a soft sword.
The soft sword was energized by the internal force, and the body of the sword was suddenly stretched and fell to the ground with a bang.
The gerbils also arrived in time, pedaling on the ground with their hind limbs, and stopped in front of the soft sword.
Clothing fragments were flying radiantly, and the gerbil looked up at it, and then a piece of cloth dropped from its head to cover it.
At the same time, the soft sword and the gerbil rushed all the way to bring down the scattered rubble on the mountain road, and buried the gerbil with a crash.
To the surprise, the ink carp hurried to dig.
Meng Qi threw away the rag covering his eyes, feeling heavy.
Because Moli was helping him to pat off the sand on his body, he just told his lover last night that he wanted to chase this sword of heartfelt feelings, no matter his demeanor or imposing manner, everything was gone.
Not to mention the sudden madness in the middle of the night, leaving behind the doctor who ran across several mountains.
Meng Qi was a little bit depressed. He thought his illness was getting better, but it wasn't at all.
When he noticed that the silly round aura still existed, like a string of a string broke, if Liu Dan appeared in front of him unlucky just now, Meng Qi was not sure that he would be able to take it this time. .
Looking at the gerbil sitting on the ground in a daze, the ink carp coughed dryly. He first put away the soft sword, and then put the suitcase on the ground.
"Find a piece of clothing to put on first."
After speaking, he turned around.
Meng Qi silently changed back and opened his suitcase to find clothes.
He knows that Moli upholds the principle of gentleman's style, and will never look back. Besides, he hasn't seen it in front of him. The doctor has no interest in him at all.
Moli discerned the sound of rustling clothes behind him, looking at the huge rock in the distance, thinking about that intangible shiny ball, that is the little dragon vein that was born in Shangyun Mountain?
The black carp can't feel that the ball is self-conscious.
As a tree, the Dragon Vein of Shilang Mountain is more spiritual than it.
"Doctor." Meng Qi interrupted Mo Li's thoughts aloud.
This time, Meng Qi took out his clothes honestly and didn't touch the ink carp.
Mo Lei glanced at him, then picked up his suitcase again, without returning the sword.
Meng Qi wanted to speak but stopped.
He doesn't know whether Moli "confiscates" the sword to prevent the accident from happening again, or because of the name of the sword.
——Does not accepting the "heartfelt" mean accepting the heartfelt love?
Meng Qi thought about what happened that day, and shook his head with a wry smile. How could it be the second kind?
"Doctor, I'm sorry, I didn't expect... it's still alive."
No matter how stupid a mountain spirit is, it is a mountain spirit, and no matter how stupid it is, there is no way to fight it back and "live" again.
Meng Qi thought that he used to talk to Moli seriously about how to have children of his clan, and the answer was ridiculous. At that time, how could he imagine that the mountain spirit actually grew out of the ground by himself.
No need to give birth at all!
"It is estimated that the wound was severely injured, and the original source was injured, and he actually hid here to recover."
Meng Qi is very angry when he mentions this.
The dragon veins are very territorial, and the rock is where the "gerbils" were born in the world.
At first, a "thief" who devours spiritual energy appeared in Shangyun Mountain. Taijing Longmai was unhappy. This time it was even more exaggerated, and his hometown was occupied.
Unfortunately, Meng Qi couldn't have a seizure. For fear that Yuan Tuan would run away, he had to block it back.
Meng Qi told the ink carp how stupid the little gerbil is. There is such a clumsy mountain spirit in the world. It is luck not to be caught by the alchemist.
Mo Li shook his head and said: "The alchemist believes that there are dragon veins in the world, but he doesn't believe that dragon veins will grow his feet and run around. How can he come to catch it?"
Meng Qi was puzzled. Although he believed that the mountain spirit was the dragon vein, every time the doctor mentioned the dragon vein, he felt as if something had been forgotten by himself.
Strange, what is it?
"Shangyun Mountain is full of aura, and it is a good thing that the branch veins give birth to mountain spirits." Moli sighed.
Qimao Mountain has no such good luck. You can get a fat baby sitting at home without going out.
If you don’t have a fat baby, you can catch a small fish at the foot of the mountain.
Moli thought of growing ginseng, raising white foxes, and taking care of giant snakes in the mountains, hoping that they could turn into monsters, but they all did useless work, but Meng Qi didn’t do anything, and the ground grew. A little dragon vein.
This is really a bit of death, and the dragon is crying more than the dragon.
"Okay, let it grow on its own in the spiritual cave." Mo Li sighed.
Meng Qi cooperatively stretched out his hand to diagnose Moli's pulse, which seemed to be the third time in a day.
Moli doesn't care about the frequency as much as Meng Qi. He carefully felt Meng Qi's internal force flow and stuffed it with a Ning Shen pill.
"How many do you remember?"
"Not many, it's basically related to the round group." Meng Qi didn't name the little gerbil.
Because the gerbil is himself, he does not want to call Yuantuan by this name.
Mo Lei asked thoughtfully: "How long is the earliest thing you can remember?"
"Can't tell, it's not Chen Chao anyway." Meng Qi frowned.
Before he became "Meng Qi", he squatted on the beams of a college in Longwei Peak for many years like a gerbil.
There are also large and small temples and Taoist temples in this mountain. Some places still survive to this day, and some are in decline.
Meng Qi blurted out: "By the way, the day I turned into a human form, I was watching Yang Daozhi's paintings in the Liuhe Temple of Longzhao Peak."
Yang Daozhi is a painting sage, and there is still a story that the tiger he painted will disappear from the scroll.
The painting saint was born three hundred years ago. After Moli's calculation was completed, he immediately found that Meng Qi was unsure.
Mo Li persuaded: "Sooner or later you will remember everything, don't worry."
Meng Qi looked at Moli, but said nothing.
He thought, eighty-seven years old could not be kept.