Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The torrential rain poured down, and there was a mist of water on the ground.

The ink carp was woken up by the rain, he moved his fingers, but his body was a little disobedient.

It's like when I accidentally overdid it when I practiced internal skills before, the aura filled the dantian, and the eight meridians were all stretched, the limbs were stiff, and it was difficult to even bend the arms, and it needed to be recuperated slowly.

"...Meng Qi?"

Mo carp was not lying on the ground, he was being carried on his back.

This person was undoubtedly Meng Qi, and he felt that Mo Li had woken up, so he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

The rain hit the body, and there was a faint pain, but this was just right for the ink carp, it could push the meridians and slowly dissolve the excess spiritual energy in the body.

It was also for this reason that Meng Qi didn't use his internal strength to avoid the rain.

"What happened just now?" Mo Li looked around with difficulty.

He remembered that Meng Qi suddenly lost consciousness, followed by himself inexplicably turned into a dragon, and the aura rushed over as if he didn't want money, but it was not his own, and he couldn't shake it off or throw it away, as if he was wrapped in countless layers of cotton clothes. have become sluggish.

The golden dragon waiting in front of him seemed to be welcoming him, and wanted to show him all the rivers and mountains of Kyushu.

Since then, he has transcended the secular world and traveled around the world without restraint.

"..."

The ink carp tilted its head slightly, feeling hot from the base of its ears to the top of its ears.

The black dragon's body was wrapped around the golden dragon's body, and the scales rubbed against each other, which actually felt real.It's really weird, the body formed by the dark clouds is not his own, it's completely aura, how can there be itching?

Like skin-to-skin contact, the golden dragon's body is warm, while the black dragon's body is cold.

The warmth seems to be able to pass through the scales, and has been ironed to the heart.

Until now, that feeling has remained on me——

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

If the two mountains collide, something will happen.

It is not uncommon for two rivers to meet. When Weishui and Jingshui meet, there is a wonderful scene of clear and distinct, half clear and half muddy. The two co-exist in the river channel unrelatedly until they flow far enough away to blend with each other.

This shows that there is no distinction on the surface, but the water flow has long been below the river surface... to and fro...

In order to divert his attention, the ink carp deliberately thought about it without bounds, but the sky did not obey people's wishes. After thinking about it, the two good rivers of Jingshui and Weishui turned into two dragons, approaching from different directions, and at first they were just scales. Crowded and squeezed together, they gradually become indistinguishable from each other... from each other...

What is this called!

Mo carp's eyes straightened.

As a doctor, even if he is not married, he still knows about the difference between men and women.

In fact, he also knows about things between men and men.

The old master Confucius taught without distinction. Qin Lu practiced medicine without caring about the patient's status. There is a combination of yin and yang in the world, and occasionally there will be romantic anecdotes between two women or two men.Those women who grind their mirrors are fine, they don't need to find a doctor, but the men are different. Old Mr. Qin has really cured many people.

Mo carp is Qin Lu's disciple, and he has not fallen behind in what he should learn, and he is also clear about the diseases caused by special reasons.

Patients can be ashamed and avoid medical treatment, but doctors can't.

However, something that was not taken seriously in the past, suddenly replaced by two dragons, and thinking of the scalp-tingling touch, the ink carp felt a little uncomfortable.

He tried his best to pretend nothing had happened, he was a little flustered, he didn't understand why these thoughts suddenly came to him.If it wasn't for being a doctor and proficient in pharmacology, he would have suspected that Meng Qi had given him some ecstasy.

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

His body gradually stiffened, and his breathing became slightly short of breath.

The smell from Meng Qi's body poured in without hindrance, completely different from the previous feeling, and Mo Li faintly felt that breath as if he wanted to swallow himself in one gulp.

But this breath made him feel close, like the wind in the mountains and the moonlight in the dark night.

"Have you recovered all your memories?"

"That's right, I would also like to thank the doctor for his superb medical skills..."

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

Half of Meng Qi's illness was a knot in his heart, and the other half might be that the mercury from Emperor Li's Mausoleum polluted Longclaw Peak.Even without medication, the symptoms will gradually lessen over time and the memory will eventually return.

"In any case, the doctor has helped me a lot, and it's hard to repay my kindness." Meng Qi said politely.

It is said that the grace of saving life can be promised with the body.

Does stopping yourself from killing someone else count as saving a life?Is it a life-saving grace?Forget it, don't want to, definitely not.

Meng Qi's head was still a little confused, he was reminiscing about the bits and pieces after meeting the doctor, he was annoyed by his clumsiness for a while, and complacent because of his decisiveness for a while.

With the Taijing Longmai who had memories, he would never dare to show his love for the ink carp.

After all, he is a senior, a dragon vein of Taijing, how can he not lose face to pursue another dragon vein that has not been experienced in the world?He should take the younger generation around, teach and take care of the younger generation, let him learn how to get along with mortals without getting hurt... Why did he just guard himself?

Meng Qi thought fortunately, fortunately, he has no scruples due to amnesia.

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

Mo Li has a good teacher and a set of principles for how to behave and handle things. He sees people and things very clearly, so he doesn't need to take care of himself at all.

It's all destiny.

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

——After offending Longmai, you still want to go to Shangyun Mountain?

The aura spread along with the heavy rain, and lush vegetation quickly grew in the valley, quietly destroying the original mountain path under the cover of the rain.The stones were overturned, and the pavilion for people to rest on the roadside was covered with vines, which were densely wrapped in several layers, plus a few young poplar trees. Unless you get close and pull down the vines, you will never recognize the original appearance. .

Patriarch Qingwu injured his meridians in the fight just now, so he must hide somewhere to heal his injuries wherever he dares to wander around.

Meng Qi glanced at the sky.

The rain fell because of spiritual energy, and he could barely influence it.

The rain was getting heavier, and the strong wind was still blowing in bursts. The naked eye could see the torrential rain beating over again and again.

"Doctor, let's find a place to take shelter?" Meng Qi turned sideways to protect the person on his back, and stood facing the wind by himself.

Mo Li felt that the rain was a little too much, and was about to speak, but the wind forced a handful of hair into his mouth.

"..."

He stretched out his hand in embarrassment and pushed the hair out. What's more embarrassing is that this hair is not only his own, but also Meng Qi's.The ink carp could only raise its neck a little, but the rain blurred its face again.

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

"It's time to avoid it, how is Brother Meng?"

When Mo Li said it for the first time, he found that the sound of thunder and rain completely covered his voice, so he had to lean down again, and asked in Meng Qi's ear.

"What?" Meng Qi steadied himself calmly, speaking clearly and breathing undisturbed.

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

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

"It's nothing serious, just some headaches. I don't know all about the doctor's situation. It seems that he was affected by the aura of Shangyun Mountain, so he dare not use his inner strength to avoid the rain."

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

The ink carp was taken aback, but couldn't stop it.

He has seen a lot of things about picking up patients, and Meng Qi has good intentions, 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 felt that after Meng Qi recovered his memory, he was different from before.The tone of voice was still the same when he spoke, and his eyes hadn't changed, but details that he hadn't noticed before came into view one after another, and he was very concerned about it. What's going on?Could it be that the dragon vein itself has the characteristics of attracting the same kind, and it cannot be used if the memory is not complete?

It's ridiculous.

A flash of lightning across the sky seemed to hit the trees on the edge of the valley.

Mo Li immediately came back to his senses and urged: "Go quickly, don't stay here."

Whether it's a fish or a dragon's veins, they can't withstand lightning strikes.

Meng Qi hugged the ink carp and hurried all the way, and even pressed the ink carp's head into his arms, and picked up the already soaked clothes to cover the ink carp.The rain was so heavy, this blocking method was useless at all, but Meng Qi couldn't resist doing this, what Mo Li wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and he was in a weird mood.

Why is this scene so familiar?

It is said that when someone turned into a gerbil, Doctor Mo carried the fat rat into his arms like this.

If fish can't be carried in the bosom, do you just use people?

Mo Li was not very happy, and almost turned into a fish for Meng Qi to see. Anyway, the rain was so heavy, the ground had long since turned into a river, so he felt more comfortable abandoning his human form!

As soon as the idea came up, Mo Li turned his head and glanced at the ground with difficulty.

"..."

Forget it, he has no hobby of splashing in muddy water.

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

"Where's Patriarch Qingwu?" Mo Li collected himself and thought of this disaster.

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

Mo Li asked suspiciously: "Even if you are blocked, you can't trap martial arts masters, right?" It's enough to climb a tree with ease, but if you step on the top of a tree, you're afraid you won't be able to get out of the valley?

"So I can only sleep for a while. He is injured, so he must not dare to act rashly, and these trees don't grow randomly." Meng Qi said firmly, "Have you heard of the Eight Arrays?"

Although Meng Qi was not a plotter, and he was not an amazing and brilliant figure when he fought for Emperor Chu and Yuan, he did not know how to learn. He also learned Dunjia.

Formation can't be set up just as you say, it needs to be conveniently located.

As luck would have it, this valley is just right for it.

Among the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain, there are less than ten places suitable for formation, and there are spiritual points without exception.There is no mystery about formations. It mainly uses people's visual gaps to keep walking the wrong way. Because when you get lost, you can use the sun, moon and stars to judge the direction. A certain piece of the road in an endless loop is spinning.

As for the sudden gust of wind in the formation, the sudden ghostly howling of the ghostly wind, etc., it is the influence of the rocks and the direction.Some places coincide with wind outlets, and at a fixed time, strong winds will pour in, drilling rocks to create holes, so that the winds can pass through each other, and the sound is very shrill.

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

When the sun hits the rocks, the heat increases, and even when there is no wind, the rocks make weird sounds.

Sometimes it looks like a group of people whispering, sometimes it rumbles like the roar of sea water, and there are strange stones near the ancient battlefield, and there will be repeated screams of fighting, with heavy horseshoes, like undead lingering for many years.

"It's a small skill, but it's not worth mentioning." Meng Qi said casually.

He made rapid progress in learning Qimen Dunjia to himself, and he almost learned it in one go, so that he didn't mention a word about being praised by Mr. Yin, the number one schemer under the command of Emperor Chu Yuan.

Isn't it right for Longmai to understand this?

If he hadn't lost his memory and forgotten this skill, he could completely use the natural maze of Shimo Mountain to completely trap Taoist Sang and the gangsters in it, making them die without knowing how they died.

Mo Carp's feeling is a bit complicated, someone has really changed.

In the past, when Meng Qi said that it was not worth mentioning, he was actually very proud of himself-the ink carp didn't even need to think about it, it automatically substituted into the soft and round fat mouse, and knew it immediately.

Just now Meng Qi said it was not worth mentioning, but he really thought so.

But this is a mysterious theory that even the old Mr. Qin can't figure out the tricks. Mo Li can't help but be a little surprised.

Meng Qi didn't know Mo Li's thoughts, he continued: "I am older than the doctor, so I should know these things, if the doctor wants to learn, I will teach you all."

Older is older, what's the big deal, the age of Longmai doesn't count at all!

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

"..."

Well, it hasn't changed, it's still the smug fat mouse.

Mo Li thought, not proud of being proficient in thaumaturgy, but being able to teach himself to be proud because he knows more than himself, what does this mean?

Meng Qi hugged the man without looking sideways, and soon "found" a cave.

The ink carp also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bring out my silver needles." Mo Li thankfully took a pack of silver needles with him when he left Liuhe Temple.

"In clothes?"

Meng Qi asked knowingly, his clothes were soaked, and it was clear where the things were hidden.

He casually glanced at the position three inches below the navel.

Ink Carp: "..."

Where are the eyes looking?

Even though the clothes were still on him, he had the illusion of being stripped naked.

Mo Li's concept of dressing is just "observance of etiquette". A gentleman pays attention to not seeing injustice, and someone like Meng Qi is definitely not a gentleman.He thought it was very inappropriate, but Meng Qi's inappropriateness was not limited to this point. Mo Li should not have cared about it originally, but after being scrutinized like this, he became annoyed for no reason.

This is very novel!

Meng Qi was very calm. He was also wearing wet clothes without any cover. He was not only embarrassed but also "disrespectful".If the doctor feels annoyed, you can look back!He is not afraid to be seen!

Ink Carp: "..."

He seems to be speechless a lot today!

The same dragon veins, why is there a difference in body shape?

Could it be that the size of the mountain range and the amount of spiritual energy are related to a certain part?

"Silver needle." Mo Li decided not to compare with Meng Qi.

Meng Qi stretched out his hand slowly, and took out the acupuncture bag from Mo Li's clothes.

After being drenched in the rain for so long, Meng Qi's palms were still warm, and Mo Carp's chest was very cold, and his clothes were sticking to his skin. When he probed like this, he shivered.

"doctor?"

"fine."

Mo Li couldn't figure it out, why didn't he feel this way when he called for Meng Qi's pulse and carried the fat mouse in his arms?Why did his body tremble instinctively when he was touched by Meng Qi?

There was an unspeakable tingling feeling in the back of my head.

At this time, Meng Qi found that the fire bag he was carrying was wet, so he could only go into the cave to find dry firewood vines, and then use his internal strength to make a fire.After such a lot of tossing, the ink carp finally used the silver needle.

The wormwood was thrown into the fire, and there was a slightly choking smell in the cave.

The insects and ants were also fumed away, and Mo Li handed over the silver needle to Meng Qi, instructing him to prick a few acupuncture points for himself.

The acupoint recognition is very accurate, the strength is exactly as described, and the effect is hard to describe.

If the black carp were replaced, the silver needle would be pulled out, and the Qi channels would be opened up in less than half an hour, and it would be back to normal.As a result, it will take about an hour now, and I can barely be a doctor in an emergency.

It's okay to be a genius doctor, he has no talent!

Mo Li was considerate and didn't say anything, but he was not good at hiding his expression. From his reaction, Meng Qi knew that he probably didn't do well enough, so he felt a little depressed.

Just now I said that I have lived a long time and learned a lot, and I can teach my lover Qimen Dunjia, but I was stumped by acupuncture in a blink of an eye.

"If the doctor says it again, I'll try again?"

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

As soon as Mo Li finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from a distance, followed by the cave and shook a few times.

Sand and stones fell one after another, and Meng Qi quickly protected him.

"It's not thunder!" Mo Li struggled to get up, because he didn't know if it was a flash flood or an earthquake, so he hurriedly looked at Meng Qi's face.

The latter's anger almost turned into substance.

"It's gunpowder, someone is blowing up the Emperor's Mausoleum!"