Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 113|The spirit of Taijing is all from you

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter!

The torrential rain poured down, causing a shower of mist on the ground.

Moli was awakened by the rain. He moved his fingers, and his body was a little unwilling.

Just like before, I accidentally practiced my head when I was practicing internal energy. The spiritual energy filled the dantian, and the Qi meridian and eight meridians were all supported. The limbs were stiff, and it was very difficult to even bend the arm. It needed to be adjusted slowly.

"...Meng Qi?"

Moli was not lying on the ground, he was carried on his back.

This person is undoubtedly Meng Qi. He felt that Moli was awake, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

The rain hits the body, and there is a faint pain, but this is just right for the ink carp, which can push the meridians and slowly dissolve the excess aura in the body.

Because of this, Meng Qi did not use internal force to avoid the rain.

"What happened just now?" Moli looked around strenuously.

He remembered that Meng Qi suddenly lost consciousness, and he also turned into a dragon inexplicably after him. The aura came over without money, but it was not his own. You can't take it off and throw it away, as if he was wrapped in countless layers of cotton clothes. , Even the action has become sluggish.

The golden dragon waiting in front of me seems to be welcoming myself, wanting to show him all the rivers and mountains of Kyushu.

Since then, we are detached from the world and travel around the world without restraint.

"..."

The black carp tilts its head slightly, hot from the base of the ear to the auricle.

The black dragon's body was entangled with the golden dragon, and the scales rubbed against it, which actually felt like. It's really weird, the body formed by the dark clouds is not self-contained, it is completely spiritual, how can it feel like itching?

Like a skin-to-skin blind date, the golden dragon's body is warm, and the black dragon's body is cold.

The warmth seems to be able to penetrate through the scales and keep ironing into my heart.

Until now, that feeling stays on me——

No, isn't he lying on Meng Qi's back now? The clothes are soaked, and there is no difference between a blind date with the skin. Neither the human form nor the dragon form can be regarded as their true colors. The dragon veins are mountains and rivers.

The two mountains collided together for fear that something might happen.

It is common for the two rivers to meet. When the Weishui and Jingshui meet, there is a distinct wonder, half clear and half turbid, and the two irrelevant coexist in the river, until they flow far enough, they merge with each other.

This shows that there is no distinction on the surface, but the current has long been below the surface of the river...to and from...

In order to divert his attention, Mo Li deliberately thought about it without bounds. However, the sky was not what people wanted. After thinking about it, the two good rivers of Jingshui and Weishui became two dragons, approaching from different directions. At first it was just the scales squeezing each other, gradually indifferent to each other... each other...

What is this called!

Mo Carp's eyes are straight.

As a doctor, even if he is not married, he knows what is going on in the separate room between men and women.

Actually, he also knows things between men and men.

Master Confucius has no kind of teachings. Qin Lu doesn't care about the status of the patient in his medical practice. There is a combination of yin and yang in the world, and occasionally there are romantic affairs between two women and two men. Those women who grind their mirrors are okay. There is nothing to find a doctor, but men are different. Mr. Qin has really cured some people.

Mo Li is a disciple of Qin Lu, and his studies have fallen short, and the symptoms caused by special causes are also clear.

Patients can be ashamed, and doctors can be avoided. Doctors can’t.

However, two dragons were suddenly substituted for things that weren't serious in the past, and the tingling sensation of the scalp was remembered, and the ink carp was a bit unwell.

He tried his best to pretend to be nonchalant, panicking in his heart, not understanding why these thoughts suddenly came up. If he were not a doctor and proficient in pharmacology, he would have doubted what Ecstasy Meng Qi had given himself.

Folding on Meng Qi's back, he became more and more uncomfortable.

My body gradually stiffens, and my breathing is slightly rapid.

The smell from Meng Qi's body poured in without any hindrance. It was completely different from the previous feeling. Mo Li faintly felt the breath as if he was about to swallow himself.

But this breath made him feel close again, like the wind of the mountain forest, the quiet night and the moonlight.

"Have you recovered all your memories?"

"Yes, I would like to thank the doctor for his brilliant medical skills..."

Mo Li interrupted Meng Qi without hesitation, shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with my medical skills."

Meng Qi's disease is half of the heart knot, and half of it may be that the mercury in Li Di Ling contaminated the Dragon Claw Peak. Even if you don’t take medicine, your symptoms will gradually decrease over time, and your memory will eventually be restored.

"In any case, the doctor helped me a lot, and the kindness is hard to repay." Meng Qi said politely.

It is said that life-saving grace can be promised by the body.

Is it a life save to stop yourself from killing others? Is it a life-saving grace? Forget it, I don't want to, definitely not.

Meng Qi's head is still a little confused. After reminiscing about his encounter with the doctor, he was angry for his clumsiness for a while, and complacent for his decisiveness.

After changing the Taijing Dragon Vein with memory, he absolutely dare not show his admiration for Moli.

After all, he is a senior, a Taijing dragon vein, how can he pursue another unworldly dragon vein without saving face? He should take the younger generation to walk around, teach and take care of the younger generation, so that he can learn how to get along with mortals without being harmed... How come he has stolen himself by guarding him?

Meng Qi thought fortunately. Fortunately, he had no scruples about his amnesia.

Even better, the ink carp is not a real new-born dragon vein and knows nothing about the world.

Mo Li has a good teacher and a set of principles for being a man and doing things. He sees people and things transparently, so he doesn't need to take care of him.

This is all destiny.

The smile on Meng Qi's lips soon disappeared, and he thought of the ancestor Qingwu.

——You have offended Longmai, and you want to think of Shangyunshan?

As the torrential rain spread, the aura quickly gave birth to lush vegetation in the valley, which quietly destroyed the original mountain road under the cover of the rain curtain. The pavilion on the side of the road with overturned stones is full of vines, and it is densely wrapped in several layers, plus a few new poplar trees. Unless you get close and pull the vines off, you will never recognize the original appearance. .

The ancestor Qingwu injured the meridians in the fight just now. Wherever he dared to walk around, he must hide somewhere to heal his injuries.

Meng Qi glanced at the sky.

The rain fell due to spiritual energy, and he could barely influence it.

The rain is getting heavier, and the squally wind blows again and again, and the naked eye can see the heavy rain beating again and again.

"Doctor, shall we find a place to avoid it?" Meng Qi turned sideways to protect the person on his back, and stood facing the wind by himself.

Mo Lei felt that the rain was a bit too much, and was about to talk, but was squeezed into his mouth by the wind.

"..."

He stretched out his hand in embarrassment and pushed his hair out. What's even more embarrassing is that this hair has not only his own, but also Meng Qi's. The ink carp could only slightly lift his neck, only to be confused by the rain again.

The feeling of not being able to use internal strength in a violent storm is terrible.

"I should avoid it, what happened to Brother Meng?"

When Mo Li said it the first time, he found that the sound of thunder and rain had completely covered his voice, so he had to lower his body again and approach Meng Qi's ear to ask.

"What?" Meng Qi calmly stabilized, speaking clearly and not having a mess.

"I can't use my internal strength for the time being, what about Brother Meng?"

Of course Meng Qi is fine, but you can't say that.

"It's not a serious problem, it's just a headache. I don't know everything about the doctor. It seems to be affected by Shangyun Mountain's spiritual energy, so I dare not use my internal strength to avoid the rain."

While speaking, Meng Qi simply put the ink carp down and changed his back into a hug.

Moli was taken aback, but couldn't stop it.

He has seen a lot about picking up patients, Meng Qi is kind, and there is no sliding pole here.

But why is this posture so uncomfortable?

Mo Li felt more and more strange in his heart, always feeling that after Meng Qi recovered his memory, it was different from before. Obviously, the tone of voice was still the same when he was speaking, and his eyes did not change. However, the details that he hadn't noticed before came into view one by one, and he cared very much. What is going on? Could it be that the dragon vein itself has the characteristics of attracting the same kind, so it can't be played out due to incomplete memory?

It's ridiculous.

A beam of thunder light across the sky seemed to hit the trees at the edge of the valley.

Mo Li immediately recovered and urged: "Go, don't stay here."

Whether it is a fish or a dragon vein, it can't hold the lightning strike.

Meng Qi hugged the ink carp all the way hurriedly, and smoothly pushed the ink carp's head into his arms, and picked up the soaked clothes to block the ink carp. The rain was so heavy, this kind of blocking method was useless, but it couldn't hold Meng Qi from doing it like this, and the words Mo Li wanted to say were blocked in his throat abruptly, and he was in a weird mood.

Why is this scene so familiar?

When someone turned into a gerbil, Doctor Mo took the fat rat into his arms in the same way.

If the fish can't hold it in their arms, should they just use people?

Moli was not very happy, and almost turned into a fish for Meng Qi to see. Anyway, the rain is so heavy, the ground has become a river, and he is more comfortable abandoning the human form!

As soon as his thoughts came up, Mo Lei turned his head strenuously and glanced at the ground.

"..."

Forget it, he has no hobby of fluttering in mud.

This stagnant water is too turbid, it's all washed out mud.

"Where's the ancestor of Qingwu?" Mo Li calmed his mind and thought of this disaster.

Meng Qi casually said: "I took advantage of the rush of spiritual energy to let the vegetation grow wildly, and temporarily trapped him in the valley."

Moli asked suspiciously: "Even if it is blocked, you can't trap the martial arts master, right?" Just climb the tree lightly, afraid that you can't get out of the valley by stepping on the treetops?

"So he can only be sleepy for a while, he was injured, he must not dare to act rashly, and these trees do not grow randomly." Meng Qi said confidently, "Have you heard of the eight formations?"

Although Meng Qi is not a figure of mastermind, he is not a stunning figure when he fought the world for Emperor Chu Yuan, but he does not know how to learn, he has learned it in battle, and those who are regarded as gods and gods He also learned the Qimen Dunjia.

The formation can't be put on the fly, it needs to be geographically convenient.

Unfortunately, this valley is just right.

There are not as many as ten places in the Nineteen Peaks of Shangyun Mountain that are suitable for formation, and without exception, there are spiritual acupoints. There is no mystery in the formation method. It mainly uses people’s visual gap to keep walking the wrong way. Because when you are lost, you can use the sun, moon and stars to determine the position. A certain piece of infinite loop is spinning around in the road.

As for the sudden violent wind in the formation, the sudden whistling of the wind and ghosts, it is the influence of the rocks and the direction. In some places, it coincides with the wind vent, and at a fixed hour, there will be strong winds, drilling rocks to create caves, so that the winds can pass through each other, and the sound is very sad.

If the location is right, the material of the stone is also special and even more strange.

When the sun shines on the rock, the heat increases, and even if there is no wind, the rock will make a strange sound.

Sometimes it resembles a group of people whispering, sometimes the rumbling is like the roar of the sea, and the strange stones near the ancient battlefield will repeat the sound of fighting and shouting, with horseshoes, like the dead lingering for many years.

"Small technical ears are not enough." Meng Qi said casually.

He made rapid progress in his learning Qimen Dunjia, and he almost accomplished it in a single learning, so that he didn't mention anything that was praised by Mr. Yin, the first mastermind of Emperor Chu Yuan.

Isn’t it right for Longmai to understand this?

If it weren’t for amnesia and forgot this skill, he could fully use the natural maze of Shimoshan to completely trap Sang Daochang’s group of people from the rivers and lakes, so that they would die without knowing how they died. .

Moli's feeling is a little complicated, someone has really changed.

In the past, when Meng Qi said that he was not enough, he was actually triumphant in his heart--the ink carp automatically substituted into the plump and round fat mouse without having to think about it, and he knew immediately.

Just now, Meng Qi said that it was not enough, but he really thought so.

But this is Qimen Dunjia, and even Mr. Qin can't figure out the mystery, and Mo Li can't help but marvel a bit.

Meng Qi didn't know Moli's thoughts, he continued: "I am older than the doctor, knowing that these should be done, if the doctor wants to learn, I will give it all."

Older is older, what's the big deal, the age of the dragon veins is not counted at all!

After Meng Qi recovered his memory, he confidently made up for the shortcoming of age.

"..."

Alright, it hasn't changed, it's the triumphant fat mouse.

Mo Lei thinks that he is not proud of being proficient in thaumaturgy, but because he knows more than he can teach himself to be proud, what does it mean?

Meng Qi hugged the person without squinting, and soon "found" a cave.

Moli also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Take my silver needles out." Moli was lucky to bring a bag of silver needles when he left Liuhe Temple.

"In the clothes?"

Meng Qi asked knowingly that his clothes were soaked, and it was clear at a glance where things were hidden.

He glanced at three inches below the umbilicus by the way.

Moli: "..."

Where do your eyes look?

Clearly the clothes are still on her body, but there is an illusion of being stripped naked.

Moli's concept of dressing is just "obeying etiquette." Gentlemen pay attention to indecent assaults. People like Meng Qi are definitely not gentlemen. He thought it was wrong, but Meng Qi didn't stop at this point. Mo Li shouldn't care about it, but when he looked at it this way, he felt annoyed for no reason.

This is very novel!

Meng Qi was very calm. He also wore drenched clothes, unobstructed, not only embarrassed, but also very "disrespectful". If the doctor feels irritated, he can look back! He is not afraid of being seen!

Moli: "..."

Today he seems to be speechless a lot!

The same dragon veins, why are there differences in body shape?

Is it possible that the size of the mountains and the amount of aura are related to a certain part?

"Silver Needle." Moli decided not to compare with Meng Qi.

Meng Qi slowly stretched out his hand and took out the acupuncture bag from the ink carp clothes.

After being soaked in the rain for so long, Meng Qi's palms are still warm, Moli's chest is very cold, and his clothes are against the skin. When he probes like this, he trembles.

"Doctor?"

"It's okay."

Moli was puzzled. He used to signal Meng Qi's pulse, and he held the fat mouse in his arms. Why didn't he feel that way? How could his body tremble instinctively when he was touched by Meng Qi?

An unspeakable tingling sensation surged in the back of his head.

At this moment, Meng Qi found that the Huozhezi he was carrying was wet, so he could only go into the cave to look for the dried firewood vines, and then use his internal force to make a fire. After so much tossing, Moli used the silver needle.

The wormwood was lost in the fire, and there was a slight choking smell in the cave.

The insects and ants were also smoked away. Moli handed the silver needle to Meng Qi, and instructed him to **** a few acupuncture points for himself.

Acupoint recognition is accurate, and the strength is the same as what I said, the effect is hard to say.

If you change the ink carp and pull the silver needle, you will be able to ventilate the qi pulse in less than half an hour and recover as before. As a result, it's about an hour now, and I can barely be a doctor in an emergency.

Never mind the genius doctor, no talent!

Moli didn't say it thoughtfully, but he was not good at covering up his expression. Meng Qi knew from his reaction that he was not doing well enough, and suddenly felt a little frustrated.

I just said that I have lived a long time and understood a lot, and I can teach the stranger in my mind. In a blink of an eye, I was stumped by acupuncture.

"If the doctor says it again, I will try again?"

"...Brother Meng, I want to restore my internal strength early."

As soon as Moli's voice fell, he suddenly heard a loud noise from a distance, followed by the cave swaying a few times.

Sands fell one after another, and Meng Qi quickly protected the people.

"This is not thunder!" Mo Li struggled to get up, because he didn't know if it was a mountain torrent or the ground moving, so he quickly went to see Meng Qi's face.

The latter's anger almost turned into substance.

"It's gunpowder. Someone is blasting Lidi Mausoleum!"