Aggrieved Fish Sprite

"It's not like that."

Meng Qi immediately shirked responsibility and insisted that it was Monk Yuanzhi who suddenly realized the truth of Zen Buddhism.

The ink carp is dubious.

How can an ugly dress make people see through the world?

Mo Li's eyes fell on Meng Qi, and he said thoughtfully: "When you were shopping for clothes last night, you were still resisting, but suddenly you became full of confidence. When you walked over just now, your expression was the same as when you used to rob General Liu's purse. .”

It's as easy as finding something out of a bag.

It's a pity that even though Mo Li was curious, he also worried that the person Monk Yuan Zhi wanted to meet this time was Meng Qi, a former national teacher.

Maybe there is a third person, so Yuan Zhi refuses to say a lot?

It never occurred to them that an accident happened just after meeting each other over a cup of tea.

"It's not the clothes, it's what you told him? Explain why you wear this kind of clothes?" Mo Li vaguely grasped the truth, and he felt that Meng Qi would definitely find a way to save face. The two people who met for the first time, except What else can I say to say hello?Isn't it just explaining the things in the hands, the clothes, and the purpose of this visit.

Monk Yuan Zhi wants to make a breakthrough in martial arts, where can't he go, and he has to be in front of Meng Qi?

You must know that they are still in a situation where the enemy and the enemy are unknown.

The culprit may not be Yan Hong Pao Zi, but it must be related to Meng Qi!

Facing Mo Li's determined gaze, what surged in Meng Qi's chest was not guilt, but pride.

——Look, after my words and deeds along the way, the doctor has been able to take charge of himself.

To see the real chapter by peeling off the cocoon, and see the overall situation from one link, no matter whether you are walking in the rivers and lakes or wandering in the world, this ability is essential.

Uh, it would be nice if it wasn't used on myself.Meng Qi's eyes wandered, and he said vaguely: "I just talked to the master about the faded clothes."

"You can make it more clear." Mo Li saw through someone's avoidance of important things.

Meng Qi had no choice but to take out the doggerel he made up.

Mo carp remained silent for a long time.

Meng Qi was a little flustered, and hurriedly said: "Isn't it common for clothes to fade in water and fade over time? I have long been a faded and useless dress. It doesn't look like I put it on forcibly, but it is How do I know that this old monk has suddenly realized something?"

Mo Li felt that what Meng Qi said was right. In the classics and miscellaneous books, the monks and literati talked about Buddhist verses and played witty tricks.

Wait, he was surrounded by Meng Qi.

Mo Li snapped back to his senses, the key wasn't Ji Feng Buddha's gatha at all, but Meng Qi's habitual twitching, and he accidentally capsized.

"How many days does it take to break through the realm of martial arts?" Meng Qi asked humbly.

It is said that the dragon veins have no realm, and their bodies have no bottlenecks, they only need to keep practicing martial arts to accumulate spiritual energy as internal strength.

Mo Li has a teacher at least, Meng Qi is all self-study, so naturally he is not sure.

"It's hard to say, some people take one or two hours, and some people may take three to five days." Mo Li rubbed his forehead, feeling extremely helpless.

They definitely couldn't just leave Monk Yuanzhi in the woods and walk away by themselves.

"someone is coming!"

Meng Qi's ears moved, and he looked down the mountain keenly.

***

The scorching sun hung high at noon, scorching the earth.

All the birds and beasts in the mountains were gone, presumably they had found a place to escape from the scorching heat.

Figures suddenly appeared in the silent forest, one after another, passing through the forest extremely quickly, and the branches and leaves rustled softly due to the collision.

The leader was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat to completely cover his face. He was the mysterious swordsman that Fengxing Pavilion was looking for.

The swordsman pressed his palm full of scars and calluses on the handle of the knife, and the aura on his body became sharper and sharper. The branches blocking his front trembled slightly, and then were divided into two without any warning. Sincerely.

As the footsteps slowed down, the killing intent slowly gathered, and was finally suppressed in the scabbard.

The swordsman stopped.

He looked at a footprint on the ground, as if fascinated.

Then he stepped back and looked for the last footprint.

His sudden stop to investigate made all the killers of Piaoping Pavilion stop.

The swordsman twirled the hard dry soil on the ground, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose. He smelled smoke and ash.

——After walking in the mountains for so long, the soles of the shoes still have this smell. Where has the owner of the shoes been?

It can only be the Earth Temple that was burned by them last night.

"Someone is ahead of us." The swordsman said in a hoarse voice.

Everyone heard the words and held their weapons together.

They came after the clues left by the man who slaughtered the shopkeeper of the rice shop of the Si family. Although Meng Qi Moli's martial arts is high, it is impossible to completely erase the traces.In particular, Meng and Qi have stayed near the town for so long, have dealt with the Four Gangs and Twelve Associations, and went to the ghost market last night. The sum of these clues is enough for Piaoping Pavilion to chase here.

It's just that they didn't expect that someone else took the lead.

The swordsman continued to look at the footprints, as if he wanted to judge the person's martial arts.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, these footprints were very strange, the distance between the two was not big, walking like an ordinary person, it seemed that he could not do light work at all.

This is a mountainous place, the ground is uneven, and walking with one deep foot and one shallow foot is extremely strenuous. Who would have the patience to toss and toss slowly?

"Walk."

The swordsman kept his eyes on the ground, and continued to move forward while observing the footprints.

What concerned him was that the distance between the footprints remained the same, but the depth gradually increased, and the walker finally seemed to use a lot of strength to stabilize his figure.

The deepest part of the footprint is at the arch of the foot, indicating that the force exerted by the walker is neither the oncoming thrust nor the thrust from behind.

There were no traces of fighting left on the ground.

Why does a person who walks without internal strength suddenly increase the strength of his steps?

The swordsman was thinking, when suddenly a frightened bird flew up from the top of the mountain in front of him, followed by wild beasts fleeing in panic in the forest.

"This……"

The swordsman was full of surprise.

Those wood-like killers of Piaoping Pavilion raised their heads one by one ordering one action, showing a look of fear.

They have killed many people with higher martial arts than themselves, and martial arts masters are also human beings, and they are not afraid of any masters when they are always negligent.

If you kill too many people, you will gradually lose your senses, and you will be in a daze, and you will not even be able to tell whether you are dead or alive.This is also related to the rules of the Piaoping Pavilion. They can only come out for activities when they have missions. On weekdays, they hide in the ground like mice who can't see the sun.

At this moment, this powerful breath is like a pot of cold water being poured over his head.

——In front of such a master, if you run a little slower, your life will be gone, and you will have no chance to turn around and assassinate.

This is simply not someone they can deal with. Piaoping Pavilion killers are also divided into levels. Their level should not take this kind of work.

"Steady." The swordsman shouted in a low voice.

The killers managed to gather their composure, and their dull heads finally remembered that this trip was not to pick up jobs to make money, but the superiors ordered them to come out and eradicate the Jianghu people who were unfavorable to Piaoping Pavilion.

If you can't complete the task, you will die if you go back.

"Leader, let's take a long-term plan?" A killer said in a panic, suppressing the fear in his heart.

The swordsman looked at the crowd with cold eyes, which made their scalps feel cold.

After a long time, the swordsman said in a hoarse voice: "You will retreat down the mountain."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and retreated quickly, without any intention of asking where the leader went or whether the leader could come back safely.

The swordsman stood alone under the scorching sun, his coir raincoat was torn by the sun, and the cloth scarf and bamboo hat covering his head and face were so impenetrable that ordinary people couldn't wear it for a quarter of an hour, but the swordsman's figure had a kind of indescribable feeling. The bleakness and silence that came out.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, a crack opened by the invisible knife energy appeared on the ground, and gravel rolled into the shallow pit one after another.

The swordsman who was standing there had already gone far away. He used lightness kung fu and walked quickly through the forest.

The overwhelming killing intent swept up like a tide.

Monk Yuan Zhi, who was meditating to break through the realm, was immediately affected, his brows were furrowed, and white mist appeared from his bald head.

The white mist is caused by the turbulence of internal force and external release. Because the sky is too hot, the leaves and stones seem to be slightly distorted by the scorching sun, so this white mist is also fluttering, flickering from left to right, and Huyou has never left Yuanyuan. The head of the wise monk.

Meng Qi: "..."

Ink Carp: "..."

This picture looks like monk Yuan Zhi's soul coming out of his body. His soul wants to transform into an illusory human form, but the result is that his soul is about to be scattered by the scorching sun.

"The visitor is not friendly, Brother Meng, be careful."

The ink carp clasped the razor in its sleeve and looked vigilantly in the direction of the murderous attack.

Meng Qi moved even faster, turning over onto the tree.

Standing far away, and unable to see the face from a distance, this dress with uneven color patches does not look so ugly.

The swordsman stepped up the gentle slope with a murderous look.

The six eyes met, and they were all taken aback.

Meng Qi wondered how someone would show his identity as a killer so directly. Although his face was covered, it was no different from writing it on his face.

Mo Li wondered if this person had a stubborn illness that could not be seen, why was he wearing such tight clothes in the scorching heat?

Swordsman Xindao was indeed the worst case scenario. He originally wanted to track down two unknown masters, plus a master who caught up with someone ahead of them.

Meng Qi's figure moved with the ups and downs of the branches.

In the blink of an eye, a dark purple sword light soared into the sky as it was close at hand.

The swordsman backed away.

Meng Qi didn't really catch up, so he took a sword flower in his hand and carried the sword on his back with one hand.

The swordsman saw that this soft sword was shaken out by Meng Qi from his waist.

The pink clothes, the purple sword, coupled with this unique and rare face, looks like a hermit living far away from the world.

"..."

The swordsman was silent, and suddenly wanted to go down the mountain.

"He didn't say anything, he didn't say anything, he seems to be nobody." Meng Qi sighed.

Although Mo Li didn't understand why Master Yuan Zhi broke through the realm here, but the swordsman was full of murderous aura, obviously he didn't have good intentions.

Mo Li took a few steps forward, just blocking the way for the swordsman to attack Monk Yuanzhi.

"Wandering around the rivers and lakes, you should have a name." Meng Qi looked at the swordsman with great interest.

This mysterious man's martial arts were very high, and Meng Qi had only seen such a murderous aura in his life.

Even for Meng Qi, it is difficult to meet such a master.

——To be able to overthrow those elders who are the heads of the big sects, Mr. Cai is not enough in front of him.

Experts at this level, whether they practice martial arts or their usual tricks, have already left the one-on-one category, because it is basically impossible for a single enemy to pose a threat to them, so even if they are as unlucky as a swordsman, they can meet three people in one go. Even a master may not have the ability to counter moves or escape.

Of course, fighting is definitely not winning.

But isn't the old monk Yuan Zhi making a breakthrough?Meng Qi also didn't want the swordsman to go at Mo Li, so he said both inside and outside, all in order to make the other party attack him.

"Piaoping Pavilion is really stingy. Isn't a killer with a great reputation a living sign of Jinzi? Why is he so secretive and unwilling to reveal his name?" Meng Qi looked at the swordsman and shook his head pickily. Shaking his head, he continued, "Still dressed like this, it's almost like writing on your face."

"What word?" Mo Li asked in a timely manner.

The doctor doesn't want to be flattering either, but isn't this a waste of time?Master Yuan Zhi is still smoking!

After practicing martial arts, every breakthrough is like a life-and-death test.

If one's true qi is accidentally broken, one becomes insane, and the mild one will take a few years to recover, and the serious injury will lead to madness and loss of sanity.

Fat Mouse "forced" him to a breakthrough in martial arts, and Mo Li subconsciously felt that he was responsible.

"Does it say 'I am a killer'?"

Hearing this, Meng Qi nodded seriously and said, "That's right, it also wrote 'I don't want to show my face, I don't have a name, I don't have a surname, I kill people like hemp, and those who stand in my way die, if I don't want to do anything today, I can go back and return to my life as long as I get the account book'."

Mo Li looked at the swordsman with only one pair of eyes in disbelief.

Forget about the previous one, how did you find out the last sentence?

"Brother Meng, you are wrong." Mo Li took a deep breath and continued to delay.

"Oh, what do you say?"

"You can't write so many words on one face."

Swordsman: "..."

Forget it, draw the knife.