Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 218|Quietly heard and doubted

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Actually, Moli wants to ask something else too.

But the swordsman was willing to answer, and Mo Li felt that this guy was afraid that he would not confide a word.

Not only is the loyalty to Piaoping Pavilion, but also because the swordsmen are extremely wary of them-the best way to deal with people who are so intelligent and close to monsters is to not say a word, and say so much. Much more, the ghost knows which word is wrong and gets ridiculed by others.

Swordsman is determined to pursue silence is golden, Moli can only find the answer he wants from his expression reaction.

As soon as the word "Mountain" was spit out, the knife man's face twitched uncontrollably.

He looked at Mo Li's eyes like a lunatic.

Who cares more about mountains than people when asking about the origin?

Is the mountain that important?

Don't talk about the swordsman, even Monk Yuanzhi showed a surprised look.

Mo Li couldn't find the answer he wanted, so he could only change direction.

He calmly said, "I can hear that your voice is sick, and I can naturally hear your accent."

The swordsman wanted to talk nonsense, and he was clearly speaking in Mandarin, without any dialect.

If the killer exposes himself with a mouth, wouldn't it be a joke?

"You speak Mandarin well, but unfortunately some words are not clear. Listening carefully is still some clues."

Mo Lei's tone sounds like he is confident, but in fact he really has no bottom.

Just biting the word, for someone like the knife man who had the ups and downs in the first half of his life, no one can figure out how the accent got on it. If you were sold as a slave when you were a child, you don't know if the accent is a person who lives in the same house as a slave or is from the realm where you were sold. If it has been sold several times, it is even harder to say.

Yomo, the swordsman, also knows this, and he is not afraid of it.

Mo Li sighed secretly, in front of Monk Yuanzhi, he couldn't say the three words Feiheshan.

Yes, what Dr. Mo suspected was the Feihe Mountain of Huiyang.

Since Meng Qi mentioned that there is such a mountain in the south of the Yangtze River that most resembles the existence of dragon veins, Moli has taken heart.

When they came along this way, they were heading towards Feihe Mountain, but they were delayed here by the Four Gangs and Twelve Associations of Yuzhou and Piaoping Pavilion.

There are so many famous mountains and rivers in the world. There are not necessarily dragon veins if there are spiritual energy. Even Meng Qi can't be sure that Feihe Mountain really has dragon veins. Naturally, Moli dare not say that it is the dragon vein of Feihe Mountain that gave the swordsman a breath of spiritual energy. What's more, if someone sits in the house where Long Mai has nothing to do, he casually causes trouble and causes Fengxing Pavilion to run to disturb him. What's the matter?

The general temperament of the dragon veins in the world is definitely a person who thinks that he has a good temper, and he is absolutely furious when he sees outsiders rushing in and looking for him.

This can't be done, you still have to come to visit, it's hard to deal with if you offend.

Moli thinks very far.

Can it not be far? He was afraid that Meng Qi would fight with other people's Feiheshan Longmai.

As for why, that is fish's intuition.

——Seven lakes surround the mountains, waterfalls and springs, the most indispensable thing in Feihe Mountain is water.

Fish are always fond of water, maybe the ink carp is not so good, and Meng Qi doesn't like it anymore. Is there any more conflict that can't be fought yet?

Mo Lei's heart is hanging.

No one can tell what the dragon veins transform into.

Feihe Mountain not only has many streams and lakes, but also many birds. Just listen to the name of the mountain.

Meng Qi is afraid that the dragon vein of Feiheshan is a fish, and the ink carp is also afraid that the dragon vein of Feiheshan is an eagle and falcon!

The thoughts here are not good enough for outsiders.

"Master, can this person leave it to me?" Mo Li decided to spread his words.

"This..."

Monk Yuanzhi is in a dilemma.

He used the sound transmission to enter the secret and vaguely said that he had agreed to Fengxing Pavilion in advance. Mo Li was surprised that the old monk chased people so vigorously, and vaguely guessed Fengxing Pavilion. After all, Monk Yuan Zhi personally said about Meng Guoshi. The news was bought over there.

Now that I listened to it, it was a real message.

Money is not the second place, and the main one owes favors. Fengxing Pavilion is well informed, and the old monk will inevitably have to deal with them in the future.

Who made Meng Guoshi put on a posture of being indifferent to the world? It's all caused by clothes.

"The master thought that Fengxing Pavilion couldn't find out the origins of these assassins. This shows that they are not particularly good at hiding, or they have strongholds nearby?" Moli took a different approach and changed his words to persuade Yuan Zhi, "found that place. , We won’t take it, we will give it to Fengxingge as usual."

Mo Li completely imitated Meng Qi's tone of voice when he said this.

No way, among the people Mo Li knows, Meng Qi is the best able to persuade people.

The teacher is highly respected and respected, Xue Lingjun is loved by the people, and his path is completely different from that of Meng Qi.

Master Yuan Zhi was still hesitating, and at this moment, a voice came from behind.

Moli's expression changed slightly.

Seeing Qiujing surrounded by masters in Fengxing Pavilion, Shi Shiran came over.

"Master, Doctor Mo."

Qiu Jing smiled and arched his hands: "It's a coincidence. I heard from my subordinates that a demon wind suddenly appeared from Ershan to this direction in the west. There was a violent wind in the blue sky and white sun, the yellow sand was tumbling, and there was a vague dark shadow. Hidden in it, scared the people to go home, go to the temple to burn incense, and make a mess."

Yuanzhi: "..."

Moli: "..."

I underestimated Fengxing Pavilion, can you find this?

"The two of you don't need to be like this. I'm curious, come and have a look." Qiu Jing is very modest, and the number of dice bet on a single bet is just the way he is betting.

In fact, who knows, there are only a few martial arts masters around here.

It doesn't matter whether it is related to Meng Qi Moli, Yuan Zhi, or the mysterious swordsman of Piaoping Pavilion, Fengxing Pavilion is interested in it.

What Qiu Jing didn't expect was that he won three at a time.

It's almost signed, good luck.

Seeing the swordsman in the cloth bag, Qiu Jing immediately guessed the identity of this person, and Monk Yuan Zhi packed it in a cloth bag.

"The master is very human, he will be caught before twelve hours have passed."

Qiu Jing's weapon iron fan was smashed by the swordsman, and both himself and his subordinates were injured. At this moment, everyone in Fengxing Pavilion stared at the swordsman with murderous look.

The swordsman was silent, murderous lingering all over. He didn't want people to see his face the last time, it was completely exposed now.

Too angry to want to kill.

Monk Yuanzhi looked at Moli awkwardly. Without Moli, the swordsman would not be able to catch it.

The two of them had not cleared the belongings of the swordsman before the Fengxing Pavilion appeared. What is this?

"Amitabha Buddha, Lord Autumn Pavilion. The man was caught by Lao Na and Doctor Mo, but Lao Na said it doesn't count."

Monk Yuanzhi joined his palms to recite the Buddha's name, Mo Carp had a clever idea, and he took out his purse and asked Qiu Jing: "I heard that the whereabouts of Master Yuan Zhi, Brother Meng, owed you money from Fengxing Pavilion, so I had to catch the killer of Piaoping Pavilion. Repay the debt. I don’t know how much I owe. I have paid it. This person will give it to me."

Qiu Jing was choked.

Won Ji owes a debt of favor, but how did this debt come from? Did you sell the whereabouts of the person in front of you?

Mo Lei speaks sincerely, so people don't know what expression to put on.

"Oh, Doctor Mo made a joke." Qiu Jing waved his hand and smiled face-to-face. "It doesn't cost much, just because Piaoping Pavilion has always been secretive. It only cares about murder. Whenever there is a life case, it is already time to catch it. It’s a step too late. It’s hard to catch people. They are often either dead or mad. I really can’t ask anything. Recently, we have discovered that Piaoping Pavilion is very likely to have something to do with the Tianshou King, and Master Yuanzhi is concerned about the war. I am willing to contribute to Fengxingge, and Fengxingge is grateful."

Speaking, he gave a deep bow to Monk Yuanzhi, his waist bent more than half.

Everyone in Fengxing Pavilion will look at their glances and salute them all together. Things went from silver to settle down in the southwest.

Mo Li sighed secretly, and carried the purse back.

——Meng Qi is not there, he said he could not win Qiujing.

If you miss the blushing clothes that fade to powder, you can tell the master of the Buddhist scriptures.

Hey, walking in the arena, without Meng Qi.

***

Meng Qi didn't know that Mo Li was missing him at this time.

He is still chasing people.

Cooking smoke rose in the distance, and a creaking ox cart was driving on a rugged country road.

The car was piled full of dry wood, and the man who drove the car was sitting next to a teenager with a blue cloth bag in his arms.

The two men were covered in brown and yellow dust. The teenagers were well dressed, but the man who drove the car was in a short coat that was washed white and covered in patches.

At this moment, the boy was dozing off on the shaft of the car, his head little by little, and the driver turned his head to look after the boy from time to time, for fear that the boy would fall out of the car when he fell asleep.

Their figures are reflected in the gradually sinking sun. They are like poor people going out to go to the market. Because they live too remotely, they have to go out for a day. The father's dear son, let him doze off tired, and drove home slowly.

——Just look.

Meng Qi laughed from the bottom of his heart: He pretended to be good, and the bullock cart drove decently.

At first sight of this situation, you may not doubt the identity of the driver. The killer can hide in the crowd, but where can he find a cow in a hurry?

However, in Meng Qi's eyes, it was the killer who robbed someone else's ox cart. The boy was not dozing off at all, but was tapped on the acupuncture points. The speed of the bullock cart is slow, and the carts use donkeys and mules. How long can the bullock cart go in a day? The loess covered with faces is evenly distributed on the left side of the driver and the right side of the young man, showing that they have been running around for a long time.

Joke, the sun isn't too strong now, but the meeting at noon was pretty horrible.

The cattle are the most valuable possessions of the people. Isn’t it abusing cattle to drive them out against the big sun? Which one can do this?

Also, bring back a car of firewood in a bumpy day?

What kind of market is this, there is nothing else to buy? What kind of place is this? You have to go to the fair to buy firewood?

I can think of wearing a short patch gown under the black clothes in advance. The Piaopingge killer is well prepared. As a result, there is a bad playbook on the shelf, and Meng Qi's eyes are twitching, I don't know what to say.

Don’t the current quack people have a bad head? So that this degree of camouflage can be fooled?

No, there is Fengxingge too! Meng Qi had seen Fengxing Pavilion's abilities. He didn't believe that Fengxing Pavilion's people would not be able to catch the traces of these assassins under normal circumstances. So what's the problem here? Wait, under normal circumstances?

Meng Qi's thoughts turned quickly.

Pulling out the bottom of the bottle he found, Meng Qi felt that the contents of the stone bottle might not be as simple as the antidote.

——They interfered with the actions of Piaoping Pavilion, and the knife man was forced to flee, leaving behind pills before leaving. The killer of Piaopingge took pills to relieve his burning eyebrows, and then his escape level went up and down.

This medicine may not be used by the swordsman.

The swordsman is the leader of the killers. Without him, he took the medicine in a hurry, and this group of killers showed a problem.

"Tsk, I still have to ask the doctor."

Meng Qi missed the ink carp suddenly and walked the rivers and lakes. Without a doctor, it was like something was missing.