Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 71|I have a lot of ideas

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Meng Qi has a strange expression.

For a moment, he wanted to break the alchemist's neck.

These alchemists who don't understand but are always tossing about, think that they have mastered the laws of the destiny, and treat the dragon veins as the elixir in the mountains. Now I can say without shame that it can help people get dragon veins!

What a good one to get the dragon vein!

Meng Qi was very angry and smiled. He had guessed the truth from Moli before. The so-called mountain spirit should be the dragon vein in the mouth of the alchemist. Mountain spirits do exist, but they have nothing to do with luck, but they are tied to the chariot of a certain country and a certain country, and they seem to live and die together. It is really absurd!

For Shanling, isn't it a matter of sitting at home without trouble, and disaster comes from the sky?

I want to change the dynasty and revolt. Rebellion! Why can't you cross a mountain?

Meng Qi was full of killing intent, not only wanted to kill the Taoist Sang who was trying to use the dragon veins to please him, but also wanted to slaughter Tai Chi View.

The killing intent was almost solidified, stabbing people with pain.

Sang Dao took the brunt. He felt like he was thrown into the ice cave. He wanted to struggle but his whole body was stiff and unable to move. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his mind was blank. He could only open and close his mouth in a funny way. They were not able to send out.

Meng Qi looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at a dead thing.

However, the expression on his face was very strange, his muscles twitched from time to time, showing a twisted smile.

His right hand was squeezed into a fist and trembling slightly. This was the residual reason. He pressed the crazy thought hard, the mud sank near his feet, and half of the boot surface was submerged in the soil.

"...How can you help me?"

Meng Qi's voice is very soft, and his intonation is slightly faster, as if he was chatting and laughing with people. But anyone who sees Meng Qi's expression and eyes will not have this kind of illusion.

Sang Daochang's face was horrified, and he finally understood why Changfeng Daoist was scared to death.

Such a terrible killing intent makes people feel that there is not a person in front of them at all, but a mad beast, a purple thunderbolt across the sky, a huge wave that can destroy everything in an instant.

Manpower is simply not enough to contend, and there is even no possibility of escape.

Sang Daochang regretted it.

Not all alchemists admit that there is a hidden dragon cave in the world. There are differences and disputes among the many schools of alchemists. Sang Daochang happens to be a person who believes in the existence of hidden dragon cave. He naturally wants to prove this point.

Now that Meng Guoshi is here, Sang Daochang is even more convinced of the hidden dragon's cave, but if a person loses his life, what is the meaning of other things?

"I..." Sang Daochang's voice was hoarse. He tried several times before making a sound, and said intermittently, "I can find the dragon's pulse, and I can also use the magic spell...I am good at the number of purple microsurgery. Slightly Tongqi Huang..."

Meng Qi was stunned when he heard the word Qihuang.

Then he realized something and his back stiffened slightly.

Someone is watching him.

——Across the smoke, standing not far away watching him silently.

When Meng Qi was stunned, Sang Daochang got up and ran forward lifelessly, even if there was a cliff in front of him.

The old hunter who was blinded was following the crowd to fight the fire. When he saw him rushing over, he had to pull up the iron fork and desperately. As a result, the Taoist priest didn't even look at him. He kept his feet and jumped off the cliff. .

"..."

The cliff is quite high, but falling down is not necessarily lifeless, because the trees grow vigorously, and if you are lucky, you may break your arms and legs one after another.

But luck is hard to say. What's the difference between jumping off a cliff and suicide?

"I didn't see it, this bull nose is still a man, he would rather die than be a prisoner."

"Hey, come on, I think he was shocked."

The people in Shimo Shanzhai haven't practiced internal strength. They didn't listen to a word between Meng Qi and Sang Daochang. Naturally, they guessed randomly.

"Below this cliff is a closed valley. There is no way out at all. Leave it alone, let's put out the fire first."

If you want to come up, you can only climb the tree, and then follow the dense canopy on the edge of the cliff.

However, now the tree at the bottom of the cliff is also burning up, and the screams of the people who fell before can be faintly heard.

In the light of the fire, this sound is very extravagant.

Meng Qi felt the person behind him slowly walk over, and the familiar clear breath also enveloped him. He took two silent breaths, and his tight body relaxed.

"Why didn't the doctor stop me?"

"You only drank the medicine this morning." Moli's voice was flat. In fact, as soon as he noticed something was wrong, he immediately came back.

But he didn't pull or wake Meng Qi, he just stood behind.

Meng Qi's body shook, and he simply leaned back against Moli.

Mo Li hesitated for a moment, and did not push away. Meng Qi took the opportunity to turn around and hugged the person with his backhand, burying his head on the side of Mo Li's neck.

His breath touched that piece of skin, and Meng Qi saw that the tips of his ears quivered and turned red quickly.

The anxiety and anger in Meng Qi's heart disappeared miraculously.

He didn't speak any more, he didn't have an inch, just holding people and not letting go, this posture of not letting go after getting the benefits, made Moli think of the gerbil inexplicably.

I don't know if giving that gerbil a small hard cake will look like this.

Then Moli's face sank, because according to this idea, isn't he the pie?

——After I went back, I didn't make the pills, so I just made the medicine soup.

The pill is not bitter, but the medicinal soup is bitter.

Meng Qi saw that the blush on the doctor's ears receded, and he knew that he would make Moli unhappy if he held it down, so he slowly let go of his hand and began to recall what the alchemist had tossed about in Taijing.

The more I think about it, the darker the look in his eyes.

Meng Qi vaguely understands why he is willing to be a national teacher, and he has been doing it for many years.

In fact, Meng Guoshi of the Chu dynasty didn’t do anything serious on weekdays. The so-called sacrifices were all handled by the Ministry of Rites, Taichang Temple, and Qin Tianjian. Just read the words on the rooftop.

So apart from working with old friends, Meng Qi made suggestions for the rule of the prosperous age. He just tried every means to beat those alchemists to Beijing again.

This "fight" is not a direct beating, but to make these guys who are pretending to be immortal, lose face and leave in a desperate manner.

Suddenly writing appeared on some blank paper, the water turned into blood, and the talisman paper suddenly burned. At first, Meng Qi still had a little trouble exposing these techniques. To find a way to find out the principles of these tricks, he became boring later.

The alchemist's rhetoric is different, but the trick is always changing the soup instead of the medicine.

Don't talk about Meng Guoshi, Chu Yuan emperor is tired of seeing it.

In the future, if the alchemist didn't have a surprising strategy to win, he wouldn't dare to show his face in the circle of power in the capital.

Of course, there are always some fools and women who believe this, and there are alchemists who are flexible in their minds. Instead of playing tricks, they cheat money by relying on their three-inch tongue. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. As long as he doesn't bluff and deceive the Emperor Chu Yuan, Meng Qi doesn't care much.

But as long as these people fail to defraud and are tied to the government by angry people, they will be severely punished.

As for those who use martial arts to make trouble or even kill, Meng Qi will let them disappear without a trace.

Recalling the deeds of "fighting wits and courage" with these alchemists, Meng Qi smiled ironically on the corners of his lips.

"Doctor, my original martial arts was not so high, but those alchemists let me know the cultivation method of internal strength."

"Huh?"

Mo Li quickly realized that Meng Qi might not have a master like himself.

Qin Lu was once the world's number one master, Mo Li was taught by him and hardly made any detours. Meng Qi was different. Even if he "lived" in the world longer than Moli, he would have to work hard to "learn" martial arts.

"...At first, I had some fist and kick skills, which was similar to the people of Shimo Shanzhai."

Meng Qi thought for a while, and continued, "I said it was the earliest. Actually, I don’t remember when I first became a humanoid. I don’t know why I am a gerbil. As a human being, I have to protect myself. Strength, I learned some secretly."

Mo Li only felt a little tight in his chest. He had never thought Meng Qi had such an experience before.

Under the rule of the Chen Dynasty, it can be said that the people have no livelihood.

What about dragon veins? The original form has no self-preservation. When transformed into a human form, there is no common sense, illiteracy, and even clothes on his body. Although Meng Qi only talked about stealing the basics of martial arts, there must be more difficulties.

We have no relatives and no money.

Weird behaviors can also be regarded as monsters.

"Later, I practiced decent, and probably knocked five or six people." Meng Qi recalled the past, as if thinking of something, he smiled, "I have a friend who doesn’t know each other like this. , Call him Shusheng Deng. A scholar had a bad temper and wanted to do something when he didn’t agree with him, but he had real skills... Then he joined the army and learned his skills right away. My double mace makes it good, this weapon I picked it up on the battlefield, and learned how to use iron claws to cling to high places from the front camp. I learned how to use archery. I can’t say it is an enemy of ten thousand people, but I got less and less injured later on." /

Meng Qi recalled for a while and found that Moli hadn't spoken all the time, and then he noticed the doctor's expression.

"...Shall we go to fight the fire?"

Meng Qi suddenly felt a little guilty of conscience. He stood still here, and also dragged the ink carp.

Moli returned to his senses and led people to the stream.

There is a stream in this woods, and fire fighting is not too much trouble. It's just that for a while, everyone doesn't have a water container in their hands, which delays the fire.

Fortunately, people in Shimoshanzhai often practice ambush here, so there is still a secret resting place. In addition to the rope net bag with traps, there are several wooden barrels.

The fire is mainly concentrated near the cliffs, and other places have been almost saved.

Looking at the bottom of the cliff rolled by the flames, the master waved his hand: "Splash water!"

This is a natural ambush. It can't be ruined like this. If you don't have this wave of trouble, who knows who will be next time.

Yan Cen also remembered the voice of Sang Daochang when he saw Meng Qi's scream. After the fire was extinguished, he winked when the leader led the rope down the cliff to check.

Yan Cen did not suspect that Meng Qi was malicious, he was worried about the origins of Sang Daochang and others.

The master was not happy because the cottage had escaped. He thoughtfully said: "First ask if they have anyone under the mountain, and how many people know that they have entered Shimo Mountain. Everyone asks and asks. Kill it afterwards."

Sang Daochang did not die as expected, but was shaved beyond recognition by the branches, and people were choked by the smoke.

The master picked up the person for questioning. Sang Daochang's mouth turned upside down, crying and laughing for a while, like crazy, but Qing Dacheng's subordinates said a lot of useful things.

It turned out that Qing Dacheng had already served King Wu, half of the robbed property was honored, and he also mixed up with the official seal of General Zhenwei in private, saying it was a grade four, but he couldn’t get the salary, nor did he get paid. People know.

Wu Wang has many people like this.

On the one hand, they can make money, and on the other hand, they can do things that are not visible. They can't see King Wu once a year. They receive secret orders. They don't even know that it is King Wu's meaning or King Wu's ministers.

However, Qing Dacheng couldn't stay in Dongting, and he couldn't stay on the Green Forest Road for a lifetime. He wanted to live in peace. Being recruited by the government is a good way out. Of course, he still has to make some contributions.

This time I went to Yongzhou, I didn't directly lead the Wu Wang's secret order.

In the order, they were only allowed to cooperate with Chief Sang and serve for King Wu.

Sang Daochang took them around the south of the Yangtze River, and then went north to Yongzhou, saying that there is a hidden dragon cave here.

As for whether King Wu knew about this, Qing Dacheng's men naturally had nowhere to know.

The master even asked a few people like this, and his brows became more frowning.

He simply killed the half-crazy Sang Daochang, climbed up the cliff again, and discussed with Yan Cen: "Let the brothers be prepared, I am afraid that the peaceful days are over."

The king of Wu in the south wants to hide the dragon's cave, and the king of Tianshou in the west may want to attack Yongzhou.

It's really hard to find a place to stay in this troubled world.

The master wants to take everyone to find another place, but where can he settle down for a while? Yongzhou has been suffering from severe drought for three years in a row, and it is not easy to find a place with water, let alone other things.

Sorrows return to sorrow, he hasn't forgotten Moli.

"Where is the doctor?"

"Over there, when Qian Xiaolang was carrying a broken pot on his back to lure the enemy, he was hit with a hidden weapon by the leader. He didn't directly hurt him, but he fell to the ground and knocked his cheeks, crying. Put your nose."

"This kid." The master hurried over to see the situation.

It turned out that it was not only Qian Xiaolang who was injured, but also several people who couldn't avoid being injured by the group of people.

The most serious man had his arm broken, his nose and face were swollen, and the ink carp was laying his bones.

Meng Qi has long been accustomed to hitting Moli. In any case, these people are much less injured than the victims after the ground movement in Qiuling County.

"This...I don't know how to thank the doctor anymore." The master of Shimo was a little troubled. He was favored by others and couldn't accept it brazenly, but the cottage was too poor to get anything.

"No, I just happened to meet him. When the boss was in a crisis, he didn't look forward and backwards. I was afraid of exposing the path of the cottage to the two of me. In fact, you saved yourself."

Mo Li thought of Ning Changyuan, and said, "When it comes to repaying, just like me, it's the right time to save others."

The master did not hesitate to accept it. It was just to save people, not to care about the food and drink of the saved people and the rest of their lives.

Mo Li asked about Sang Daochang again, and the master briefly said, but did not mention the matter of the heavenly granting the king.

"Recently, there is a rumor on Jianghu Dao that the Qingwu ancestor determined that Emperor Chen Li's tomb was stolen. Most people went to the emperor's tomb, and the alchemist should be no exception."

Listening to Moli's words, the master suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, someone came back and told me that the trader's body was found in the stone ditch, and he had a knife in the chest.

Although Yan Cen was annoyed that the trader was talking and talking about the disaster, they were all people I knew in the village. Now that everyone is dead, I asked my brothers to dig a grave and bury them well.

"Brother, you go down the mountain to find the people from the Scarlet Ghost Mountain." Yan Cen said worriedly.

Mo Lei always felt that the name Chihuashan was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

There are many mountains in Pingzhou. Many mountains are simply mountain packs and are not marked on the map. No one knows their names except for the locals.

It was so noisy all night.

The master did not rest, and went down the mountain again.

Yan Cen was stared at by the ink carp and drank a bowl of medicine. The knowledgeable second master was stared at a cold sweat, and he couldn't help touching the bowl with his hands, drinking early and getting rid of it.

I thought afterwards, the doctor’s method of forcing the patient to drink the medicine was also very strange. He didn’t get angry or blamed. Just looking at you like this would make people panic and restless.

I don't know what the origin of the person who followed the doctor is, how can he survive being stared at by the doctor every day.

The cottage is not big, so Yan Cen naturally knew that after they came back, the ink carp boiled a pot of medicinal soup.

The medicine is more bitter than the bowl in the hands of the second master. When the wind blows, the bitterness can waft out half a mile, and people passing by the stone house can't help but speed up.

As a result, the man said he would drink as much as he wanted. It was totally irrelevant. He was really a man.

The ink carp was also very puzzled about this. The bitterness became such a medicine, and ordinary people might vomit it after importing it, but Meng Qi drank it like a bowl of tea soup. He almost suspected that Meng Qi's sense of taste was wrong.

"Can I not drink the medicine given by the doctor?" Meng Qi raised his eyebrows.

Moli said blankly: "Then I will get you a hard cake, soak it in the medicinal soup?"

Meng Qi sat up in fright, losing his leisurely attitude.

"It's funny, put something else to destroy the medicine." Moli said slowly after watching the excitement.

Meng Qi couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that he was fearless in his life, why would he stumble in the doctor's place?

To tell the truth, the medicine is really bitter, completely different from the few times I drank it before.

Meng Qi tentatively inquired, Moli said that it was a different prescription. There are more herbs in the stone mill cottage. In fact, the pills made before are also used in this prescription.

The people in the stone mill cottage were busy cleaning up the woods outside and burying the corpses. It took two days. Moli gave Yan Cen's pulse again, and found that his condition had eased, so he prescribed two more prescriptions for clearing away heat and detoxification.

Taking medicinal soup is slow. If it is not for the internal strength to see the meridians and viscera, the ink carp would have to spend ten and a half months in the Shimo cottage to determine Yancen's condition.

Mo Liji was hanging up about Li Di Ling, showed the other injured people in the cottage, and was about to say goodbye.

Meng Qi gave the master a few ideas in the past two days, asking them to change the ambush and trap outside, and study the ambush route. Both the master and Yan Cen listened with gusto.

Now when I heard that the two were going to leave, I felt a little bit reluctant to give up.

But there is always a banquet in the world. It was originally a meeting by the water, and each has something to worry about. How can we get together for a long time? Yan Cen wrapped some herbs and dry food, but the ink carp did not refuse this time. After confirming that there was no tiger whip in it, he accepted it.

It rained for a while, and the sky was clear when Mo Li and Mo Li set off.

The people in the cottage have come to see them off. They have already gone far, and they can still be seen from a distance.

"That Yancen is a good material for learning the art of war." Meng Qi muttered behind Moli.

Doctor Mo turned his head to look at him: "Why, want to accept disciples?"

Meng Qi waved his hand after hearing this, and subconsciously said: "What can I teach? I am not a soldier like a god..."

In the middle of the conversation, he stopped, looking in a daze.

Of course, there are people who use soldiers like gods, and Meng Qi, who is full of tactics, is also familiar with it.

But people are gone, how do you compare?

Mo Li knew that Meng Qi was thinking about the past again. He did not interrupt Meng Qi's memory, but slowed down and walked not far in front of Meng Qi.

Looking at this person walking steadily where he walked, Doctor Mo suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

The years that belonged to the national teacher Meng Qi have passed away, no matter whether it is people or things, they no longer exist.

Meng Qi has traveled many places in his life, but there is nothing behind him, nor can he keep anything, only Moli is still in front of him at this moment.

Won't disappear, won't leave.

Because Moli is different from others.

Mo Li is inexplicably heavy, and he feels that he is not walking the road alone.

The dark clouds in the sky will disperse, and there will be light from the gaps in the canopy on the slippery mountain path.

Meng Qi recovered, squinted his eyes for a while, and then found that the doctor was walking and counting money.

"...Our silver should be able to support it for a while?"

"That's not good." Mo Li was very worried, he even counted the cost of staying in the inn in Taijing.

The expenses of the two are always higher than that of one person, and all aspects must be taken into account, because Meng Qi is a person who does not love and bother as he pleases.

Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi and continued to count the money.

Meng Qi: "..."

I always felt that the doctor's eyes had changed when he saw him, and he couldn't figure it out.

"The lack of money is indeed a trouble, and there is no Liu Qianbao here." Meng Qi was very emotional.

Liu Dan is the general of the bandits. He was ordered to fight the bandits in Pingzhou. It is impossible to come to Yongzhou.

"Why do you only remember him?"

Mo Lei thought to himself, You can't just pick up one sheep and do it.

"Well, it might be fate!" Meng Qi silently swallowed the word "good bully".