Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 199|Although the saint is not traceable
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In the backyard of the inn, all the residents who did not escape in time were nestled in the room, frightened and watched the situation outside from the crack in the window.
Because of the rules of the yamen, the highest building in the state capital city is only allowed to have three floors, and the county city has two floors, so behind this inn is a two-story concave-shaped wooden building, the rooms are narrow, and some rooms are basically opaque. The windows were dark as soon as they were closed and terribly stuffy.
Many people are sweating with heat, but they don't even dare to breathe.
The atmosphere in the upper rooms of Tianzi on the second floor is somewhat unusual.
The windows are also slightly slit. This position happens to be able to see the roof of the lobby in front of the inn.
At this moment, no one is standing in front of the window, and a man dressed as a scholar sits at the table, slowly uncovering the tea cup in his hand.
The tea soup is clear and bright, and the color is green and yellow, which is the best Biluochun.
It was already very unusual for such good tea to appear in such a small place. In addition, the teapot and tea cup on the table are also the tribute white porcelain from Ru kiln. It is bright, bright and white. Condensation is like beautiful jade.
The scholar was sitting in the backlight, and the people coming in from the door could not see his face clearly.
He held a cup and drank tea, with grace, as if from a family.
There are also two people standing in the room with their hands hanging down, looking like attendants, ruggedly dressed, with cocooned palms and bulging waists.
The scholar saw Meng Qi's figure reappearing on the roof in front of the inn through the window, got in from where the tiles were uncovered, and he put down the tea cup.
After a while, the door was slightly clicked.
The entourage opened the door and saw a businessman looking like a merchant standing in the doorway.
The merchant said in a low voice respectfully: "Return to the pavilion master, that person went to the Fengwei Escort and took the principal of the Escort into the alley near the inn. As for what they said, I forgive the subordinates for their incompetence. , Don’t dare to get too close."
The scholar said suddenly: "The identity of Du Biaotou Jin Yiwei has been exposed."
Fengwei Escort Bureau is barely counted among the four gangs and twelve guilds in Yuzhou. It walks in the white road, which is different from other gangs, but it needs to deal with these local snakes. With little face and poor communication, I don't want to sit on the top spot in Yuzhou's big and small escorts.
Fengwei Escort can have today, except for the talented Escorts, it is difficult to be pryed away by others, it is the official way.
These paths are usually the foundation of the escort, and have never been for outsiders. This is to avoid being snooped and snatched away.
——Although the real reason why Fengwei Escort is so good is as a secret whistle for Jin Yiwei, few people know about it.
An entourage by the scholar's side echoed: "Fengwei Escort has been too easy these years. They have done nothing. Recently, they have done nothing to search for the descendants of the royal family of the Chu Dynasty. They have been with Yuzhou local snakes all day long. Being gangsters, my horizons have become lower, and I have not acted so cautiously."
The scholar slowly shook his head and said: "This is wrong. They did nothing because of internal rejection. People are sent here, and there is no hope of being transferred back or promoted. Who can do their best? You can only focus on the money made by the escort. How can the ordinary people see through the word fame and fortune when you are alive?"
There was an accompanying report during the talk, and all the people in the Fengwei Escort had withdrawn.
The street was playing vigorously. The people in Fengwei Escort had not participated in the weapon fight. Now they quietly retreat in the name of Du Boutou, and the people in other gangs didn't care too much.
After all, the interests of the local snake gang and the needs of the **** are two different things, and there is no conflict between them.
"Running fast...It seems that Meng Guoshi did not intend to conceal his identity."
The scholar raised the teapot in his hand and filled himself with another cup of tea.
His voice sounded very young, and there was still a clear and clear smell of young people.
However, the scholar's entourage was respectful and convincing to him.
"The pavilion owner said that if it weren't the case, the people of Fengwei Escort would not be that wise."
"Can you find the details of the doctor next to Meng Guoshi?" the scholar asked in a deep voice.
The entourage immediately handed over a thick stack of brochures.
If Moli were present, he would be surprised by the contents.
It is detailed about his traces in Yongzhou, Taijing and Shangyun Mountain.
This is a summary of what hundreds of people have seen and heard.
As long as Moli has dealt with Jianghu people, there are basically records. He met Yudong Eight Tigers and Jinfeng Gongzi in the ancestral hall of the abandoned village in Yongzhou. He practiced medicine in Yongzhou to make money, and even went to Shimo Shanzhai. Never missed it.
The section of Shimoshanzhai is highlighted.
Qing Dacheng, the former elder of the Dongting Gang, and Taoist Taoist Guansang, who also worked for King Wu, brought hundreds of people to Graphite Mountain to cut the dragon veins of Qi Chao, but the entire army was wiped out, only two or three were injured and fell. The people who entered the ravine were lucky enough to get out of the mountain alive.
"...This doctor Mo, we only noticed after being reported to the court after the Yongzhou Emperor's Mausoleum. The road this person was holding led to the Qingzhou government office, and he spoke a good mandarin, especially Surprisingly, he was able to treat people with exquisite acupuncture and moxibustion. He was able to listen to more than a dozen dialects. It was a lot of trouble for us to inquire about this person’s locality and was almost misled."
The scholar turned a few pages of the booklet, and muttered: "What weapon does he use?"
"Most of the opponents are confronted with empty hands. The martial arts is one of the best in the arena." The entourage couldn't help sighing.
A Meng State teacher, with mysterious origins and extremely high martial arts.
Now there is another Dr. Mo who is also inexplicable.
With Meng Qi first, they didn't dare to guess Doctor Mo's age.
"The master of the pavilion is wise. By the way, it is said that the two of them killed the rudder master of the sacred lotus altar in Qinghu Town, Pingzhou, and abolished the martial arts of an apprentice of the Qingcheng School of Golden Sword and Meng Qi. The Songya elders of the Chunshan faction were killed in Yongzhou, and the two factions that currently have enemies with them are the two factions."
"What about Pingzhou before?"
"This... is still continuing to collect information. Some people say that after the earthquake in Qiuling County, Dr. Mo seemed to have rescued the victims."
The scholar frowned upon hearing this: "Did the Si family of Qiuling County have any contact with them?"
"I don't know yet, but looking at their attitude towards the Qingwu ancestor and the Sacred Lotus Altar, they should not be fellow travelers with the Si family. But these two are almost inseparable, and I really don't know what the relationship is." The followers were puzzled.
The scholar thought for a moment and made a decision, "Meng Qi should have lived in seclusion on the upper Yunshan Mountain in Taijing before, but this doctor Mo has never appeared in the rivers and lakes. Such a person's namelessness is really unimaginable. Regarding We have checked the origin of Meng Qi no less than ten times. It is better to put it aside for now and focus on this Doctor Mo. Perhaps we can dig out the origin of Meng Guoshi from him."
When the booklet turned to Taijing, it was recorded that the information collected in it became more complicated.
Meng Qi Moli turned around and ran away after being exposed to fraud in front of the city gate.
Liuhe Temple at Longzhao Peak was destroyed, and Jin Yiwei deputy commander Gong Jun was also involved, and the two men and Qi Moli were involved in speculation about the mystery of Li Di Ling's true and false. Including the people who escaped from the collapse of the Tibetan Wind Temple said that Meng Qi had fought with the ancestor of Qingwu in Crescent Moon Temple.
The Qingwu ancestor died in the forbidden palace. The specific situation is unknown, but after the palace change, Meng Qi and Moli brought a young man with a mystery to appear in the Fengxing Pavilion of Peony Square in Beijing. , There is a bookshop again.
"...There is one more thing that hasn't been written on. After the womb of the second emperor of Qi Dynasty changed, he did not know where he was going. They happened to have a young man who was about the same age and couldn't find out." The entourage whispered, "More We all know the martial arts of the Qingwu ancestors. They are cunning and wise, and they are more eager to conspire for a long time, so that they will not be confused and killed by artillery. Therefore, the Qi Emperor Lu Zhang died violently, and the Qingwu ancestor died Huang Quan It may be related to the two."
The scholar was noncommittal, turned a page, pointed to the back and said: "They spend money in Fengxing Pavilion to find out the best craftsman in the capital to make silver needles?"
"Yes, the craftsman had a fame in the past, and he had taken the test on behalf of others several times. After Meng Guoshi left Taijing, the craftsman also ran away. Then Taijing Jinyiwei began to strictly investigate imperial examination fraud cases, and Zhang Xiangzhang Everyone in the party is in danger, and Emperor Yongchen still has no plans to stop. It seems that he has to check it out."
Palace, court, rivers and lakes...
It seems that there are shadows of these two people everywhere.
"I heard that the pavilion master was also in Taijing at that time, I don't know--"
"There was a vision in the sky, I took someone out of the city to check it out, but I was trapped outside the city. The palace changed the gate and it was opened for a long time. At that time, the Qingwu ancestor was dead, so how powerful is our power? It’s also difficult to touch the forbidden palace. Even the affairs of the court are difficult to understand. The only people who can understand the ins and outs are these things."
As the scholar sighed, there was a sudden noise downstairs.
A figure rushed into the courtyard wall of the inn awkwardly.
It's not someone else, it's the long letter gang leader who has disappeared all night.
He didn't look for his men, nor did he find the four gangs and twelve guilds who were playing happily. Instead, he sneaked into this inn secretly.
"It's awful." The follower's face changed drastically.
Because they originally lived in this inn and there was a lot of trouble outside, Meng Qi might not have noticed that someone was watching his whereabouts. Now that Changxin's gang leader broke in, if Meng Qi didn't notice it anymore, he would be ashamed of the title of a super master.
"Pavilion Master?" Everyone hurriedly looked at the scholar.
"Finally, Ge Changxin is greedy for life and fear of death, and can't keep secrets. It is too late for us to leave now. It's better to stand upright for a while."
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Meng Qi smiled and looked at the long-belief gang leader who was sweating and covered in mud.
"I don't know that the helper is so hard, why, I am still going to send us off?"
The leader of Changxin shook his head again and again, his eyes slid back uncontrollably, cursing his bad luck.
Why is Meng Qi also in this inn? What he obviously wants to find is--
Mo Lei suddenly looked back.
"Crunch."
The door of the inn lobby leading to the backyard was pushed, and a group of people filed in.
There are merchants wearing muslins, managers in the collection of farms, and attendants, servants, and coachmen. They looked unrelated, but stood in one place. The shopkeeper of the inn recognized some of the guests who lived in the shop, and others who were not. It was just the expressionless appearance of these people that made their backs chill.
"I said why I always feel that someone is looking at me. It seems that there is still a remarkable person living in this inn." Meng Qi said with his hand.
With his eyesight, it is natural to see that all the people who come in are practicing, and the martial arts are very good.
Much better than the four gangs and twelve clubs outside.
The faucet brought by Mr. Cai will help the crowd, and none of them can compare to them.
Although martial arts is not as good as Mr. Cai, he can barely be regarded as a second-rate master.
This is amazing.
Especially their appearance is very ordinary, they are also very casually dressed, there is not the slightest arrogance of a master.
If you don’t straighten your spine and show off your sharp edge, it may be difficult to be found on the road.
Mo Lei found that these people were looking at himself without a trace, as if he was more interested in them than Meng Qi. Mo Li hadn't encountered this situation before, and couldn't help looking at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi's face sank, and he was about to get angry when he saw a scholar walking outside the door.
The hidden weapon sneered, and the inn shopkeeper and the buddy fell unconscious.
The black carp intercepted a hidden weapon midway, and smelled a drug on it.
He secretly used his internal strength to get rid of this heavy drowsiness odor, and threw the hidden weapon on the table.
Mo Lei looked up and saw that the scholar was wearing a thin white coat with traces of washing and stitching on it. His appearance was ordinary and his complexion was thick and dark. Putting aside the calmness between walking and demeanor, this man is no different from a poor boy on the street.
"Guo Meng and Doctor Mo, I have long admired the names of the two. I have seen them today. I am very fortunate."
The scholar groaned with a smile, and bowed his hands deeply when he hit the face.
He is courteous and considerate, and the shelf is low.
Mo Li looked at the man suspiciously.
"Look at me so abrupt, I forgot to give my name and surname." The scholar laughed, and said again, "In the next autumn scenery, I am the master of Fengxing Pavilion."