Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 215|Wrong again and again

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Laughing back to laughing, but people can't let it go.

"There must be something strange about that swordsman."

Mo Li didn't forget the existence of that spiritual energy, and went back to chase after it.

Meng Qi reluctantly followed Moli, chasing him and said: "Perhaps he has a box containing the elixir in his arms. The box broke during the fight, and his spiritual energy leaked out."

"The panacea with the big thumb?" Moli asked back.

The Swordsman was originally wearing a fur coat and a hat, and his face was covered with a stern cover. When he escaped, he was barely clothed. If he really had something as big as a box in his arms, he wouldn't be able to see it ? There are at most some small objects such as porcelain vases and Huozhezi. The elixir is the longer the age, the better the effect. I haven't heard of the treasure of heaven and material with a big belly.

This is not a fictional novel. After picking up a Zhu Guo in the mountains and taking it, I feel light and healthy.

"The spiritual energy is endless. If it is an elixir, it must be alive."

The medicine taken off and put in the box has no such vitality.

Meng Qi has nothing to say, and can only sulk himself.

Moli noticed his strangeness, and wondered: "If it is a panacea, it is necessary to find out his origin? Why are you unhappy?"

"The facts may not be what you think."

Meng Qi has been a national teacher for decades, and has seen many abnormalities, but has never seen a monster.

He didn't think that the swordsman was the only exception, but watching Moli's vague expectation, Meng Qi could only swallow the words back.

As a dragon vein, this expectation he understands.

——The swordsman is not important. The important thing is that if the treasures of heaven and earth can also be transformed into aura, wouldn’t the elixir in the mountain have the same opportunity?

Who doesn't have a few excellent panacea in the house? These elixir will always be favored by Dragon Vessel subconsciously.

It's just that Meng Qi's most important thing is not at home, but in front of him.

The two traveled with each other, and they went as they pleased, free and easy. However, after this, it is very likely to become a "searching for qualified" elixir, carefully digging out the roots and soil, and then holding them with great pains, and "abducting" them home.

Think about that situation and worry about it.

Drag a cart with earthy treasures, what should I do if I encounter a dead man? Can it be protected?

Which one is lost is not good, and whichever one is hurt feels distressed.

Qimao Mountain is far away in Pingzhou, and Taijing is not too close here. It is by no means easy to transport the elixir back intact.

The combination of these problems eventually caused Meng Qi to be unhappy, and he had no trouble sending the carriage out before.

Horse can be given away casually, can elixir?

When in danger, gerbils can run and hide, what about the elixir?

The gerbil thought to himself that its position in the doctor's arms was precarious.

No, absolutely no. Meng Qi thought about it, he must solve this matter as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the situation is complex and changeable, and you can find a real reason with just one stroke.

Meng Qi cleared his throat and reminded: "The secret hidden in this knife man may not be what we want to see. Piaoping Pavilion is a chess piece that was laid out early. It is hard to tell. Is this knife man a bait for you and me."

"Bait?"

At that moment, Moli thought that the secret of Dragon Vessel's preference for planting elixir was revealed.

Meng Qi slowly shook his head, and said softly: "What is the dream of a super master?"

Power, money, influence, higher realm?

As long as the first three are willing to spend time, there will always be some, but the last one is frustrating.

The martial arts is too high. What are the higher stages that people don’t see at all and can’t even think of it. How can they be achieved?

The masters in the story of the story have been pursuing the best way of swords all their lives. They live alone, watching the rising and falling of the clouds and the rising and falling of the tide, and comprehending the peak of the martial arts from a leaf and a breeze. In fact, this is not wrong. Many martial arts masters do this because they are trapped. But this is wrong again, because they still know where the "Tao" is and where to find it.

The master who can't really touch the road ahead is the ancestor of Qingwu, Meng Qi, and monk Yuanzhi.

Thinking of this, Mo Li couldn't help but glanced at the bright red robe on Meng Qi.

Time and luck.

Opportunities are difficult to find, unpredictable, without traces,

"Doctor?" Meng Qi noticed Moli's absent-mindedness.

"Nothing."

Moli looked away.

Meng Qi doesn't need a chance to break through, and it doesn't matter to Meng Qi whether his martial arts become higher.

It is the past and the future that trap Meng Qi, this world, the entire world.

One of the most troublesome and unbreakable reasons for this dilemma is exactly what countless powerful and powerful people want to get.

——Longevity, immortality.

Moli has nothing to do with this, because he is the same as Meng Qi.

"Aura is the bait."

Mo Li heard what Meng Qi said.

"Treasures of heaven and earth, heaven and blessed land... Aura is invisible to people, but sometimes traces of existence can be noticed. People of the rivers and lakes often beat the masters for the famous swords and swords of martial arts secrets. In other words, those are all trash, not as tempting as a golden silk armor or an elixir. I don’t know what the aura on the knife man is, I just think this person is a little weird."

This happens to be the feeling of Moli, he pondered: "It's just weird, there is no feeling of danger."

Meng Qi nodded reluctantly.

"Not bad."

If he feels dangerous, he will stop Moli from chasing after him.

Mo Li hesitated and said: "That swordsman doesn't seem to know you, of course he doesn't know me. This kind of bait is meaningless. What if we don't chase it?"

"So bait, coincidence, which answer do you like?"

Mo Li didn't want to choose any of them. He felt that Meng Qi had nothing to say.

"Guess how many people Qingwu ancestor told his fallacy? We are definitely not the only ones, nor the first."

"You mean Piaoping Pavilion--"

I also believe in the fallacy that the ancestor Qingwu can fly into a fairy by absorbing the spiritual energy from the dragon veins?

Mo Lei was surprised, unbelievable but unable to refute it.

Because the fallacy of Qingwu ancestor happened to involve longevity and immortality that people cannot refuse.

"I don't necessarily believe it, nor don't believe it. It's hard to say. Who can be sure before catching up with the swordsman?" Meng Qi thought for a while and added, "Of course, this is the worst case. . I’m not sure about this, after all, I can’t think of how to make an ordinary person carry aura."

Moli stopped talking.

The wind whizzed past my ears, sharp and sharp.

The blazing sun was high in the sky, and the blades didn't move. This wind was brought up by them after they exerted their best effort, and it also proved how fast they were at this time.

Rao was so, and he failed to catch up with the swordsman and Yuanzhi monk.

The figures of the two men fell far in front, they could be seen, but the distance could not be narrowed.

Mo Lei has deeply realized what a killer is best at, apart from killing and getting away.

——It can also be interpreted as an escape.

Piaopingge killer, well-deserved reputation.

At this speed, they soon went out of the West Mountain, and the ink carp vaguely saw a figure passing by.

Those people are wearing black clothes, hiding under the mountain, maybe they are the people who covet rice to shop the account books.

The rolled up sand covered the face of the black assassin.

They clenched their weapons subconsciously, and after a long time, someone screamed: "No, it may be the leader!"

The Piaopingge killer looked at each other, the account book could not be retrieved, and the leader was in trouble, what should they do now? Desperate to go back?

Not to mention the punishment after going back, just how to go back is a big problem.

The killers looked at the sun hanging in the sky with a trance.

The knife man desperately fleeing in the distance suddenly remembered something, his face changed suddenly, he quietly glanced at the monk who was chasing after him, and saw two clouds of smoke falling behind, the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance.

When do these three want to catch up?

He is the one who wants to chase the account books, and he who wants to kill people. He also comes from a frightening and mysterious killer organization.

There are countless people he has killed, even if he is criticized with the eyes of the wicked world, he can be regarded as an out-and-out executioner.

Cold-blooded and ruthless.

But the cold-blooded assassin these days is not even feared. He was chased like a rat crossing the street. The chasers looked vicious. He was obviously a monk, but he was even more scary than the angry King Kong in the temple.

Swordsmen who don't believe in Buddha, God, and even less believe in fate have unprecedented doubts at this moment: Maybe the next time you go out, you should look at the Chinese calendar?

The trees, hills, and houses were quickly thrown behind him.

The four people ran farther and farther.

The first thing that felt wrong was Meng Qi.

"He is going in a circle."

"You are right, we have been walking along the outskirts of this mountain." Moli confirmed this.

Longmai's judgment on the direction of the mountain will never be wrong.

The monk Yuanzhi in front also gradually felt wrong.

What is the knife guy doing? Lead them all into the trap?

The three of them raised their vigilance at the same time. At this moment, the speed of the swordsman suddenly slowed down, and he turned back and gave Monk Yuan Zhi a knife.

"Huh?"

Up until now, the four of them are not exhausted. It is definitely not a problem to continue running for hundreds of miles.

The swordsman suddenly turned his head and attacked, which was beyond Moli's expectation.

After all, there are three enemies behind. Once the speed of escape is delayed, it will be difficult for the swordsman to run after being surrounded by them.

Yuan Zhi raised his wooden staff to greet him, and the excessive infuriating energy bulged his whole body in a circle. This is a Zen method of mind, with both dryness and glory. It originated from the Sakyamuni Buddha’s seated Sal. He didn’t suddenly gain 30 kilograms in weight. He was already so heavy, but he was honed by asceticism and the mind. , Consumed, pressed like a piece of meat after air-drying, dry. And because of the internal force, the hanging skin will not shrink.

Now what propped up his body was the majestic internal strength, no matter who was next to him, there would be absolutely no good fruit.

The knife man was severely hit three feet away.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and continued to run away.

Looking at the fierce monk Yuanzhi holding a wooden staff, Mo Li couldn't help but wonder: "I thought Master Yuanzhi was chasing him because of the knife man trying to kill him."

Now this situation is like the knife man owes the old monk a hundred taels of gold.

What about the debt collector?

Meng Qi proposed another possibility: "Perhaps I caught him and could change something important."

It's not bad. Yuan Zhi has an agreement with Fengxing Pavilion Master Qiu Jing that this mysterious swordsman can repay the debt he owed in Fengxing Pavilion to find out about Meng Guoshi's whereabouts. Although Meng Qi didn't know this at all, it didn't prevent him from guessing the clues.

Mo Lei glanced hurriedly at the blood on the ground.

The blood spit out by the knife man is bright red, not black.

This means that the internal injury is not serious.

With this delay, Mo Li and Meng Qi caught up a bit, getting closer to the two in front.

The old monk is naked, and the sword-men's clothes don't cover his body.

On a piece of clothing, only the front cloth can cover the body, and the swordsman still insists on it.

The footsteps of the knife man were slowing down. He evaded several attacks from Yuanzhi in embarrassment. At this time, familiar trees and familiar figures appeared in front of him.

"These are the killers of Piaoping Pavilion." Meng Qi said suddenly.

Yuan Zhi danced the wooden stick vigorously, and the swordsman dodged from left to right, still insisting on running forward.

In the end, he even rolled over at the same place, and slammed forward, finally out of Yuanzhi's internal slap.

It’s just this action that caused his shirt to be caught by the thorns on the ground, and with a tearing sound, it was completely divided into two parts. At the same time, the trousers on the left were also affected, and the knife man became the second shirtless man. A man running wild, and his pants have become rags.

Moli: "..."

At this point, the black mask is tied tightly around the knife man's neck.

The killers who got a voice in the sand: "..."

Looking at the smoke and dust billowing away, suddenly a killer woke up like a dream, and pounced on the thorn bushes with a strange cry.

His arm was scratched with blood from thorns, but he still desperately searched for the scraps left by the swordsman.

Followed by was the second assassin who woke up, and the third...

In a blink of an eye everyone gathered around, struggling to cut the thorns, their faces twisted, like wild dogs with madness.

Soon they found a stone bottle, the bottle was broken, and a dozen dark brown pills rolled out of it.

The killers scrambled, almost killing each other for the pill.

If they grab one, they immediately put it in their mouths, and staggered to their knees.

Weird laughter and whispering sounded one after another.

They are limp, salivating from their mouths, and their eyes are utterly forgetful.

About a quarter of an hour later, the killer slowly recovered, and then he searched for the extra pills on the ground.

There are more and more sober people, and some people whispered: "Don't look for it. There can be no excess in the leader. The medicine can last for three days. We must go back immediately."