Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Laughter is a laugh, but people can't just leave it alone.

"There must be something strange about that swordsman."

The ink carp couldn't forget the existence of that aura, and turned to chase after it.

Meng Qi reluctantly followed Mo Li, and said while chasing, "Perhaps he carried a box containing elixir in his arms, and the box broke during the fight, and the aura leaked out."

"An elixir the size of a thumb?" Mo Li asked back.

The swordsman was originally wearing a coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, and his face was covered tightly. When he fled, he was completely naked. If he really had something as big as a box in his arms, wouldn't he be able to see it?At most, there are some small objects like porcelain vases and fire folders. The older the elixir, the better the effect. I haven't heard of Tiancaidibao with big fingers.

This is not a fairy tale. After picking up a vermilion fruit in the mountains and eating it, the body will be light and healthy.

"Aura is endless, if it is a panacea, it must still be alive."

The medicine that was taken off and put in the box has absolutely no such vitality.

Meng Qi had nothing to say and could only sulk to himself.

Mo Li noticed his strangeness, and couldn't help but wondered: "If it's an elixir, it's even more important to find out his origin? Why are you unhappy?"

"The reality may not be as expected."

Meng Qi has been a national teacher for decades, and has seen many abnormalities, but has never seen a monster.

He didn't think the swordsman was the only exception, but seeing Mo Li's vague expectation, Meng Qi could only swallow his words back.

As a dragon vein, he understands this kind of expectation.

——The swordsman is not important, the important thing is that if the treasures of heaven and earth can also be transformed into spiritual energy, wouldn't the elixir in his own mountain have the same chance?

Who doesn't have a few outstanding elixir plants at home?These elixir will always be subconsciously preferred by Longmai.

It's just that Meng Qi's most important thing is not at home, but in front of him.

Originally, the two of them traveled together, so they could do whatever they wanted and be at ease.However, after this experience, it is likely to become a journey of "searching for qualified" elixir, carefully digging out the roots and soil, holding them with painstaking efforts, and "abducting" them home.

In that situation, thinking about it makes me worry.

What would you do if you were dragging a horse-drawn cart with mud and earth treasures, and met a dead man?Can it be protected?

It's not good to lose any one, and it hurts to hurt any one.

Qimao Mountain is far away in Pingzhou, and Taijing is not too close to here. It is by no means an easy task to transport the elixir back intact.

The combination of these problems finally led to Meng Qi's depression, because he sent the carriage out with great difficulty before.

Horses can be given away at will, but can elixir?

When in danger, gerbils can run and hide, what about the elixir?

The gerbil thought to himself that its place in the doctor's arms was at stake.

No, absolutely not.Meng Qi thought, he must solve this matter as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the situation is complex and changeable, and the real reason can be found at a glance.

Meng Qi cleared his throat and reminded: "The secret hidden in this swordsman may not be what we want to see. The Piaoping Pavilion is a chess piece that was laid early, and it specializes in making some invisible chess pieces. It is hard to say that this swordsman Is it a bait for you and me?"

"Bait?"

For a moment, Mo Li thought that the secret of Longmai's preference for planting elixir had been revealed.

Meng Qi shook his head slowly, and said softly: "What is the dream of a top expert?"

Power, money, influence, a higher realm?

As long as the first three are willing to work hard, there will always be, but the last one is frustrating.

Martial arts are too high, what does a higher stage look like, people don't see it at all, they can't even think about it, how to achieve it?

The masters in the legends of the story have been pursuing the sword and the sword all their lives. They live in isolation, watching the clouds rise and fall, and the tide rises and falls, and they comprehend the peak of martial arts from a leaf and a breeze.In fact, this is not wrong. Many martial arts masters do this because they are trapped.However, this is wrong again, because they still know where the "Tao" is and where to find it.

The masters who really can't figure out the way forward are Patriarch Qingwu, Meng Qi, and Monk Yuanzhi.

Thinking of this, Mo Li couldn't help but glance at the bright red robe on Meng Qi's body.

Time and luck.

Opportunities are hard to find, unpredictable, without any trace, "Doctor?" Meng Qi noticed Mo Li's absence.

"It's nothing."

The ink carp looked away.

Meng Qi didn't need chance to break through, whether or not his martial arts became higher was not important to Meng Qi at all.

What traps Meng Qi is the past, the future, this world, and the whole human world.

One of the most troublesome and unbreakable reasons for this predicament is precisely what countless powerful people are chasing after.

——Eternal life, immortality.

There was nothing Mo Li could do about it, because he was the same as Meng Qi.

"Aura is the bait."

Mo Li heard what Meng Qi said.

"Treasures of heaven and earth, treasures of heaven and earth... Reiki is invisible to people, but sometimes traces of its existence can be detected. People in the Jianghu often beat their heads and blood for the famous swords and swords of martial arts secrets, while for masters, Those are all trash, not as attractive as a piece of golden silk armor or a elixir. I don't know what is going on with the aura on the swordsman, I just think this person is a bit weird."

This happened to be the feeling of Mo Li, he pondered: "It's just weird, there is no sense of danger."

Meng Qi reluctantly nodded.

"good."

If there is a sense of danger, he will stop the ink carp from chasing it.

Mo Li hesitated and said: "The swordsman doesn't seem to know you, and of course he doesn't know me. This kind of bait is meaningless. What if we don't chase it?"

"So bait, coincidence, which answer do you prefer?"

Mo Li didn't want to choose any of them, he felt that Meng Qi still had something to say.

"How many people do you think Patriarch Qingwu told his nonsense? We are definitely not the only ones, nor are we the first."

"You mean Piaoping Pavilion—"

Do you also believe in the fallacy of Qingwu Patriarch's set of cutting dragon veins and absorbing spiritual energy to become a fairy?

Mo Li was surprised, unbelievable but unable to refute.

Because Qingwu Patriarch's set of fallacies happens to involve immortality and immortality that people cannot refuse.

"I don't necessarily believe it, and it's not that I don't believe it. It's hard to say. Before catching up with the swordsman, who can be sure?" Meng Qi thought for a while and added, "Of course, this is the worst case. I'm sure This is not sure, after all, I can't think of how to make an ordinary person have aura."

Ink carp stopped talking.

The wind whistled past my ears, sharp and sharp.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the blades didn't move at all. This wind was brought up by them after they exerted their lightness kung fu with all their strength, and it also proved how fast they were at this time.

Even so, they failed to catch up with Swordsman and Monk Yuanzhi.

The figures of the two fell far ahead, and they could be seen, but the distance could not be shortened.

Mo Li has a deep understanding of what a killer is best at besides killing people and escaping.

——It can also be interpreted as escape.

Piaoping Pavilion killer, well-deserved reputation.

At this speed, they quickly got out of the Ershan Mountain in the west, and Mo Li could vaguely see a figure passing by.

Those people were dressed in black and hid at the foot of the mountain. They might be people who coveted the account books of the rice shop.

The rolled up sand covered the head and face of the black-clothed killer.

They subconsciously clenched their weapons, and after a long time, someone screamed: "No, it might be the leader!"

The killers of Piaoping Pavilion looked at each other, the account book could not be retrieved, and the leader was also in trouble, what should they do now?Go back in disgrace?

Not to mention the punishment after going back, just how to go back is a big problem.

The killers looked at the sun hanging in the sky with dazed expressions.

The swordsman fleeing desperately in the distance suddenly remembered something, and his face changed suddenly. He quietly glanced at the monk who was chasing after him, and saw two clouds of smoke falling behind him. The anger in his eyes almost turned into substance.

How long do these three want to chase?

He is the one who wants to track down the account books, and he is also the one who wants to kill people. He also belongs to a mysterious killer organization that is frightening.

He has killed countless people, even if he is criticized with the evil eyes of the quack, he can be regarded as an out-and-out executioner.

Cold-blooded and ruthless.

But these days the cold-blooded and ruthless killers are not to be feared, they are chased like rats crossing the street, and the chaser looks extremely vicious, even though he is a monk, he is scarier than the glaring King Kong in the temple.

The swordsman, who doesn't believe in Buddhism, God, and fate, has unprecedented doubts at this moment: Maybe he should read the almanac next time he goes out?

Trees, hills, and houses were quickly left behind.

The four ran farther and farther.

It was Meng Qi who felt something was wrong first.

"He's going around in circles."

"You're right, we've been walking along the perimeter of this mountain." Mo Li confirmed this.

Longmai's judgment on the direction of the mountain will never be wrong.

Monk Yuanzhi in front also gradually felt something was wrong.

What is the swordsman doing?Lead them all into a trap?

The three of them unanimously raised their vigilance, when the swordsman suddenly slowed down, turned around and gave Monk Yuan Zhi a knife.

"Ok?"

Up to now, the four of them have not exhausted themselves, and it is definitely not a problem to continue running for hundreds of miles.

The swordsman suddenly turned around and attacked, which was beyond Mo Li's expectation.

After all, there are three enemies behind, once the escape speed is delayed, it will be difficult for the swordsman to escape after being surrounded by them.

Yuan Zhi swung his wooden stick to meet him, and his body was bulged with too much qi.This is a method of Zen Buddhism that coexists with dryness and glory. It comes from the Sala tree where Shakyamuni sat and transformed. He didn’t suddenly gain [-] pounds. , Consumed, crushed like a piece of dried meat, dry.And because of the existence of internal force, the hanging skin will not shrink.

What is supporting his body now is the majestic and unparalleled internal force, no matter who is next to him, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat.

The swordsman was slammed three feet away.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to run.

Looking at the fierce and unusually fierce Monk Yuan Zhi holding a wooden stick, Mo Li couldn't help but wondered: "I thought Master Yuan Zhi chased after him in anger because the swordsman tried to kill him."

Now the situation is as if the swordsman owed the old monk 100 taels of gold.

This is the creditor.

Meng Qi raised another possibility: "Maybe he was caught, and he can be exchanged for important things."

That's right, Yuan Zhi had an agreement with Qiu Jing, the master of Fengxing Pavilion, that this mysterious swordsman could repay the debt he owed in Fengxing Pavilion in order to find out the whereabouts of Meng Guoshi.Although Meng Qi didn't know about this at all, it didn't prevent him from guessing the clue.

The ink carp glanced at the bloodstains on the ground hastily.

The blood spit out by the swordsman was bright red, not black.

This means that the internal injury is not serious.

With this delay, Mo Li and Meng Qi caught up a bit, and got closer to the two in front.

The old monk was bare-chested, while the swordsman was naked.

Only the front cloth of a piece of clothing can cover the body, and the swordsman still sticks to it.

The swordsman's footsteps were slowing down, and he dodged Yuan Zhi's several attacks in embarrassment. At this time, familiar trees and figures appeared in front of him.

"These are the killers of Piaoping Pavilion." Meng Qi said suddenly.

Yuan Zhi danced the wooden stick vigorously, the swordsman dodged left and right, and continued to run forward.

In the end, he even did not hesitate to roll over on the spot, pounced forward with all his strength, and finally got out of the range of Yuan Zhi's internal force slapping.

It's just that this action caused his skirt to be caught by the thorns on the ground, and with a tearing sound, it was completely divided into two parts. At the same time, the left trouser leg suffered, and the swordsman became the second shirtless person running wildly. , and his trousers became rags.

Ink Carp: "..."

At this point, the black veil was still tightly tied around the swordsman's neck.

The killers whose throats were filled with sand: "..."

Watching the smoke and dust billowing away, a killer suddenly woke up like a dream, screaming and pounced on the thornbush.

His arm was bloodied by the thorns, but he was still desperately searching for the rags left by the swordsman.

Followed by the second assassin who woke up, and the third...

In a blink of an eye, everyone gathered around, struggling to cut off the thorns, their faces distorted, like wild dogs suffering from madness.

Soon they found a stone bottle, the bottle was broken, and a dozen black-brown pills rolled out of it.

The killers scrambled and almost killed each other for the pills.

As soon as they grabbed one, they immediately stuffed it into their mouths, shaking and falling down.

Strange laughter and murmurs rang out one after another.

They were paralyzed, their mouths were drooling, and their eyes were staring blankly.

After about a quarter of an hour, the killer slowly came back to his senses, and immediately looked for the extra pills on the ground.

More and more people became sober, and someone shouted in a low voice: "Don't look for it, there can't be any extras at the leader's place, the medicine can last for three days, we must go back immediately."