Aggrieved Fish Sprite

"This place in Yuzhou is really disappointing."

"There are too few mosquitoes in the mountains!"

Mo Li held back his smile while listening to Meng Guoshi's complaint.

There are many wild mosquitoes in the mountains, but they don't necessarily suck blood.

Meng Qi purposely wandered around the mountain twice last night, but only some of the mosquitoes attracted by spiritual energy rushed to bite people. The other mosquitoes were more interested in their own kind. They buzzed and danced among the grass, flying in black patches.

That situation looked terrible, but the actual damage did not increase much.

——It feels like bringing mosquitoes to meet relatives and make friends.

Taijing Longmai was extremely depressed, and the gang members of the Dragon Head Society over there had already scolded the sky.

Why are there so many mosquitoes?Did all the wild mosquitoes in the mountains come to Mingchuan Temple?Is this a deserted temple, or a nest of mosquitoes?If you think about it carefully, it seems to be the same. If a group of monks are ambiguous when chanting scriptures, they will be humming.

The identity of Chief Du was exposed because of the hidden bamboo tube with pear blossom needles in it. He is still a decent person. Not only will he be bitten by mosquitoes this night, but he will also be under the scrutiny of Mr. Cai and the leader of Changxin.

Escorts can do both black and white business, and the bodyguards can get in touch with merchants, rich households and official figures. If you want to inquire about news for a long time, this is a very ideal identity.Mo Li was not surprised that the people under Jin Yiwei used this business as a cover. He was more puzzled that the four gangs and twelve associations in Yuzhou had joined forces to deal with the holy lotus altar. Why did the Qi Dynasty government remain indifferent?Could it be that Chief Du did not report the matter of the Holy Lotus Altar at all?

With this doubt in mind, the ink carp at Xiashan offered to go to a nearby county.

With the incident of kidnapping people before, and the fact that Mr. Cai mobilized people and did not shy away from others, the small county town was already in turmoil, and even the peddler who sold cooking cakes and wontons on the street knew that something big was going to happen.They didn't dare to spread the stalls, they just walked back and forth with their loads, looking around as if they were going to run if there was any trouble.

When Meng Qi passed by a man carrying a load of wontons, the man looked him up nervously.

And a certain person's appearance is very confusing, the stall owner's tense arms slowly relaxed, and before the person recovered from the surprise and confusion at seeing this face, the corner of his mouth subconsciously showed a flattering smile to attract business.

"This morning's freshly wrapped wontons, the excellent soup, would you like a bowl?"

The stall owner opened the soup pot on one end of the burden, and immediately the smell of bone soup wafted out.

The soup of this wonton stall smells like old juice. Usually, two big bones are put into it every day, and then the bones from yesterday are picked up and discarded. After years of cooking, even if only the soup on top is scooped up every day when the stall is out. Take it out, and add a lot of white water when cooking, but the delicious taste will stay between the lips and teeth for a long time.

The ink carp paused.

Meng Qi has such good hearing, he can understand what happened just by the change of his footsteps.

He turned around and asked the stall owner the price with a smile. The stall owner wanted to do business at first, and he was very sharp when he replied, especially because he could speak a good official Chinese, which didn't sound like a dialect at all, which was very comfortable to listen to.

Meng Qi looked at the bowls and chopsticks brought out by the stall owner. Although they were made of coarse porcelain, they were well washed, so he nodded and took out a handful of copper plates and ordered two bowls of wontons.

The wrapped wontons, one by one still dipped in flour, were dipped into the soup pot with a spoon.The stall owner fiddled with the charcoal in the stove twice with iron tongs, sparks shot up immediately, and soon the soup pot began to boil, and the aroma became stronger.

When the wontons came out of the pot, when the stall owner wanted to ask Meng Qi to put a bowl on a piece of bluestone by the side of the road, Meng Qi took the bowl filled with hot soup as if nothing had happened, and handed it to him without realizing it was hot. Ink carp.

The stall owner was dumbfounded, looking at these two people who looked like princes and grandsons, he couldn't believe that the fingers that cocoons didn't have could directly touch the body of the bowl.

Mo Li lowered his head and saw the wonton skins floating in the bowl. A pinch of shredded tofu skin and a few green onions were added to the soup, and the rising heat hit his face.

Meng Qi flicked the bluestone with his sleeve, and sat down with the bowl in his hand.

In the low and narrow alley, the two sat side by side, holding a bowl of steaming wontons in their hands.

Until the end of eating, the spoon and the porcelain bowl did not bump into each other once.

There was no one in the alley all the time, but the commotion on the street outside could be faintly heard, as if someone was shouting, and it seemed like a government servant was clearing the way.

"What's the smell?" Someone was looking around at the entrance of the alley, but it was so dark inside that they couldn't see anything clearly.

The wonton stall owner hurriedly cleaned up the guy Shier, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them, whether it was the government or the local snake gang.

"Ha, it must be Lao Lu's wonton stand! Let's go and eat a bowl! It's early in the morning, brothers are all hungry!"

A rough voice rang out, and the wonton stall owner turned pale, picking up the burden and trying to run away.

However, the burden was heavy and the alley was narrow, so it was basically impossible for him to be faster than the people behind him without being overtaken.

The ground was uneven, and the stall owner hurriedly walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his forehead was sweating non-stop. Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on the ground, and subconsciously wanted to shout out, but he dared not stretch out his arms and had to hold on tight. Hold on to the burden, and don't let the charcoal fire soup pot be overturned together, it will cause big trouble!

As a result, Takong's body was not tilted, it was more like flying through the clouds, and the kicking feet were a foot away from the ground.

The wonton stall owner broke out in a cold sweat. Before he could recover, he stood back on the ground again, stepping on it firmly.

"..."

He turned his head abruptly, and suddenly found that this was no longer the alley just now.

In a small town, the narrow alleys extend in all directions, and a few more turns can shake off the people who follow.

The stall owner didn't understand how he got here, he felt his feet were inexplicably weak, especially since there was no one around here, and it was just dawn, so it was possible to encounter a ghost.But ghosts have always hit walls, never heard of ghosts leading the way?

Finally his eyes fell on the laundry slate in front of a house in the alley.

There are two rough porcelain bowls on the stone slab, and the soup is very clean. Two spoons are placed in their respective bowls, and the handles of the spoons are just closely intertwined.

"Guest officer? Young master?"

The wonton stall owner yelled twice tremblingly, but he couldn't find the two before him.

When he put down his burden and picked up the rough porcelain bowl resting on the bluestone, he suddenly saw a broken piece of silver under the bowl.

At this moment, Meng Qi, who had climbed over the eaves of the alley several times with light work and came to the roof of an inn, suddenly reached into Mo Li's sleeve and fumbled twice.

Mo Li was taken aback for a moment, then slowly relaxed, letting Meng Qi grope here and there.

——The weapon he uses is a bladeless blade, even if a child holds it in his hand, it will not cut his palm.

After touching the left side and the right side, Meng Qi finally found the money bag smoothly, and then opened the money bag to count.

"...You want to rob again?" Mo Li blurted out.

The ancients knew the elegant meaning by hearing string songs, but he was lucky, and guessed the fat rat's mind when he saw the counting money.

Meng Qi stuffed the purse back, then smiled and said, "Since we know there are people from Jinyiwei here, how can we miss it?"

The ink carp didn't say a word.

He was the one who broke the silver for the wonton stall owner just now. Meng Qi didn't have that much money.

In other words, even if it was gone now, Piaoping Pavilion threw a pile of gunpowder, and the result was that Meng Qi was left with a sword all over his body, and he couldn't even ask for his clothes. Now this clothes was changed later.

Meng Qi has a habit of carrying fifty copper coins with him for every piece of clothing.

Mo Li didn't stop him, but felt that Meng Qi's plan for a rainy day was pretty good. After all, if he lost his luggage or suddenly went crazy, he didn't hold back, anyway, there was still someone with money.

Opposite this inn is a big house.

The mansion belongs to a leader of the Dragon Head Club, and the heads of the Four Gangs and Twelve Clubs are also waiting for news here, but the matter of eradicating the sub-host of the Holy Lotus Altar is not over, and an inexplicable evil star ushered in in a blink of an eye.All the people in Bayuntang were abolished, and Changxin's gang leader and Du Biaotou were arrested, which made these gangsters unable to sit still.

They said nothing and refused to stay, and now they are clamoring to leave.

Mr. Cai is gone forever, and the others from the leader will not be able to restrain these habitual guys.

In just one night, the four gangs and twelve associations were divided into several groups to confront each other. Each family had its own ideas, and they couldn't reach an agreement for a while.

Because they are all living on the ground in Yuzhou, for the sake of profit, there must be some grievances and grievances of fighting and killing.Originally, Mr. Cai was under the pressure and had common interests as a guarantee, and this group of people could still sit together, but now they can fuck him, if there is any trouble, they should break up the group.

Almost got into a fight.

If this is the case, the government in the small town also became nervous, and hastily transferred yamen servants to patrol the streets.

The policemen, petty officials and others also hurriedly found ways to find out what was going on, but no matter whether it was the hooligans who nodded and bowed to them respectfully on weekdays, or the gangsters who said their brothers had money in their pockets and knives in their hands, they all looked embarrassed. Said that this is the head of the four gangs and twelve associations of the entire Yuzhou, and the ants can't interfere with the mountain leopard fight.

The people in the yamen burst into anger, and scolded these people from the rivers and lakes who had gathered in the small town.

The movement in the mansion opposite, the policeman guarding the inn to inquire about news and scold others, the gangsters who are clearly confronting each other on the street...

Meng Qi had a panoramic view of all this, and felt that it was such a big show, and he really should buy a bag of melon seeds and peanuts to watch the fun with Doctor Mo.

"In some towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the houses are built along the river bank, and they go out by boat. The boat is so small that it doesn't even have a canopy to cover the rain. It can only seat two people, and you have to use the oars yourself. When performing, People just rowed their boats along the river slowly, the stage here sang Lin Chong Fengxue Mountain Temple, and the stage far away could hear Wu Song beating the tiger, and the river turned around and it was true and false Li Kui... This is everyone We all know each other, and everything can be summed up in one place, which is really interesting."

Maybe Mo Li didn't know what these operas looked like in the past. After going around the Taijing Washe for three days, all the opera troupes from all over the country have seen it.

At this time, hearing the words, I couldn't help but wake up Meng Qi and said, "You just like to see people rolling around on the stage, with gongs and drums ringing and swords fighting each other. The Hedao stage you mentioned, if one family sings Zhaojun out of the fortress, and one family sings Staying in the cold kiln for 18 years, chanting endlessly, the oars in your hand can bring the boat to the end of the town in one go, and then we will not go back."

What else is there to enjoy the black boat night show in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River? You can only listen to the cicadas and frogs.

Meng Qi's smile froze on his lips, he wanted to refute, but found that what Mo Li said made sense.

——How did the doctor figure out his mind and preferences?

After thinking about it, did the doctor put all his thought into this?It may not be apparent on the surface.

It turns out that the doctor has worked hard not only on the bitter medicine soup, but also on these.

Once Meng Qi was happy, and he was very close to Mo Li these days, he couldn't hold back his paws immediately, and stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms.

Ink Carp: "..."

If it wasn't for the profound martial arts, clean body and no sweat, what would the two of them look like hugging each other in this weather?

Isn't it hot?