Aggrieved Fish Sprite

In fact, Mo Li also wanted to ask other questions.

But the swordsman was willing to answer, and Mo Li felt that this guy would not confide a word.

Not only is it loyal to Piaoping Pavilion, but also because swordsmen are extremely wary of them-the best way to deal with people who are so wise and close to monsters is not to say a word, as many words as they say are much more wrong, The ghost knows which word is wrong, and someone will get rid of it.

The swordsman is determined to practice that silence is golden, and Mo Li can only find the answer he wants from his expression and reaction.

As soon as the word "mountain" was uttered, the swordsman's face twitched uncontrollably.

The way he looked at Mo Li was like looking at a madman.

Who cares more about mountains than people when asking about the origin?

Are mountains that important?

Not to mention the swordsman, even the monk Yuan Zhi showed a surprised expression.

Mo Li didn't find the answer he wanted, so he had to change direction.

He said calmly and in a steady tone: "I can tell that your throat is sick, and naturally I can also hear your accent."

The swordsman wanted to talk nonsense, and he clearly spoke official Chinese, without any dialect.

Wouldn't it be a joke if the killer exposed himself with just one mouth?

"You speak well in official language, but it's a pity that some words are unclear. Listening carefully, there are still some clues."

Mo Li's tone sounded as if he was confident, but in fact he was really uncertain.

As for the articulation, for a swordsman who had a rough and tumultuous first half of his life, no one can figure out how he got his accent.If you were sold as a slave when you were a child, you don't know whether the accent is from someone who lived in the same house as a slave or from the land where you were sold.If it has been sold several times, it will be even more difficult to say.

The swordsman probably also knows this truth, and he is not afraid.

Mo Li sighed secretly, in front of Monk Yuan Zhi, he couldn't say the words Feihe Mountain.

That's right, what Doctor Mo suspected was Feihe Mountain in Luyang.

Ever since Meng Qi mentioned that there is such a mountain in the south of the Yangtze River that most resembles the existence of dragon veins, Mo Li fell in love with it.

They walked all the way, originally heading towards Feihe Mountain, but they were delayed here by the affairs of Yuzhou Four Gangs and Twelve Associations and Piaoping Pavilion.

There are so many famous mountains and great rivers in the world, and even if there is aura, there may not necessarily be dragon veins. Even Meng Qi can't be sure that Feihe Mountain really has dragon veins. Naturally, Mo Carp dare not say that it is the dragon veins of Feihe Mountain that gave the swordsman a spiritual energy.What's more, if someone sits at home with nothing to do, what's the matter with him casually saying something to cause trouble, causing Fengxing Pavilion to come and disturb him?

The temperament of the dragon veins in the world is definitely a temperament that thinks that everything in his home is good, and he is absolutely furious when he sees outsiders breaking in and searching here and there.

This is not going to work, I still have to visit at home, it's hard to deal with offended.

The ink carp thought very far.

Can it not be far?He was afraid that Meng Qi would fight with Feiheshan Longmai.

As for why, that is the intuition of the fish.

——Seven lakes are surrounded by mountains, with waterfalls and flowing springs. The most indispensable thing in Feihe Mountain is water.

Fish are always fond of water, maybe the black carp is not doing well yet, Meng Qi is no longer fond of it.If there is another conflict, why not fight?

Mo Carp's heart is hanging.

No one can say what the dragon veins transform into.

Feihe Mountain not only has many streams and lakes, but also many birds, you can tell by the name of the mountain.

Meng Qi was afraid that the dragon vein of Feihe Mountain was a fish, and the ink carp was also afraid that the dragon vein of Feihe Mountain was a falcon!

The thoughts inside are not enough for outsiders.

"Master, can this person be entrusted to me?" Mo Li decided to open the conversation.

"This……"

Monk Yuanzhi was in a dilemma.

He used sound transmission to enter the secret, and vaguely said that he had agreed to Fengxing Pavilion in advance. Mo Li was surprised that the old monk chased him so hard, and vaguely guessed Fengxing Pavilion. After all, Monk Yuanzhi himself said that Meng Guoshi's news was I bought it there.

Now that I have heard it, it is considered to be solid news.

Money or not is second, and the main thing owed is favor.Fengxing Pavilion was well informed, and the old monk would inevitably have to deal with them in the future.

Who made Meng Guoshi put on a posture of being indifferent to the world and not caring about it?It's all about the clothes.

"Master, have you ever thought that Fengxing Pavilion can't find out the origins of these killers, which means that they are either particularly good at hiding, or they have a stronghold nearby?" Mo Li found another way and changed his words to persuade Yuan Zhi, "We found that place, and we I won’t occupy it, it will still be given to Fengxing Pavilion.”

When Mo Li said these words, he completely imitated Meng Qi's demeanor and tone.

There was no other way, among the people Mo Li knew, Meng Qi was the most persuasive.

The teacher is highly respected, and Xue Lingjun is loved by the people, which is completely different from Meng Qi's way.

Master Yuan Zhi was still hesitating, when a human voice came from far behind.

The ink carp's expression changed slightly.

I saw all the masters from Fengxing Pavilion surrounded Qiu Jing, and came over Shi Shiran.

"Master, Doctor Mo."

Qiu Jing smiled and cupped his hands: "What a coincidence, I heard from my subordinates that there was a sudden gust of evil wind from Ershan in the west to this direction. In the blue sky and daylight, there was a strong wind blowing by, the yellow sand was churning, and there were faint shadows hiding in it. The people were so frightened that those who went home went home, and those who entered the temple burned incense, making a mess."

Yuan Zhi: "..."

Ink Carp: "..."

I underestimated Fengxing Pavilion, can I find this?

"You don't have to be like this, I'm just curious, so come and have a look." Qiu Jing was very modest, as if he had won the bet with a single bet on the number of dice.

In fact, who would have known that there are only a few martial arts masters around here.

Regardless of whether it is related to Meng Qi Moli, Monk Yuan Zhi, or the mysterious swordsman in Piaoping Pavilion, Fengxing Pavilion is all interested.

What Qiu Jing didn't expect was that he won three in one round.

It's just a lottery, good luck.

Seeing the swordsman in the cloth bag, Qiu Jing immediately guessed the identity of this person, and Monk Yuan Zhi put it in a cloth bag.

"Master is very human, and he was caught within twelve hours."

Qiu Jing's weapon, the iron fan, was hacked by the swordsman, and both himself and his subordinates were injured. At this moment, everyone in Fengxing Pavilion stared at the swordsman with murderous intent.

The swordsman remained silent, with a murderous aura lingering around him.The last thing he wants to be seen is his face, which is completely exposed now.

Angry enough to kill.

Monk Yuan Zhi looked at the ink carp in embarrassment. Without the ink carp, the swordsman would not be able to catch it.

The two of them hadn't cleared up the identity of the swordsman, but the people from Fengxing Pavilion appeared. What's the matter?

"Amitabha, Master of the Qiu Pavilion. The man was captured by the old monk and Dr. Mo together, and it doesn't matter what the old monk says."

Monk Yuan Zhi folded his palms together and recited the Buddha's name. Mo Li had an idea, and took out his purse to ask Qiu Jing, "I heard that Master Yuan Zhi owed you money from Fengxing Pavilion for the whereabouts of Brother Meng, so I had to arrest the killer from Piaoping Pavilion to pay off the debt. What is the amount owed, I will pay it back, and leave this person to me."

Qiu Jing was choked.

What Yuan Zhi owed was a debt of favor, but how did this debt come about?Did you sell the whereabouts of the person in front of you?

Mo Li spoke so sincerely that people didn't know what expression to put on.

"Hey, Doctor Mo was joking." Qiu Jing waved his hand, and smiled, "It doesn't cost much money, because Piaoping Pavilion has always been secretive and only cares about killing people. Every time a homicide happens, it's already a step too late to catch it." After finally catching people, they are often either dead or crazy, and we really can't ask anything. Recently, we have discovered that Piaoping Pavilion is very likely to have something to do with the king of heaven. Pavilion Fengxing is extremely grateful for your contribution."

As he spoke, he gave a deep bow to Monk Yuanzhi, bending his waist more than half.

Everyone in Fengxing Pavilion was very good at winking, and followed suit to salute.Things went from money to stability in the Southwest at once.

Mo Li sighed secretly, and put the money bag back.

——Meng Qi is not here, he says he can't win Qiu Jing.

I miss the national teacher who can tell a paragraph of Buddhist gatha even when the bright red clothes fade into powder.

Alas, you can't walk the rivers and lakes without Meng Qi.

***

Meng Qi didn't know that Mo Li was missing him at this moment.

He is still chasing people.

Cooking smoke rose in the distance, and a creaking bullock cart was driving on the rugged country road.

The car was full of dry firewood, and beside the man driving the car sat a young man with a blue cloth bundle in his arms.

The two of them were covered with brown and yellow dust, the young man was dressed in ok clothes, but the man driving the car was dressed in a short jacket with patches that were washed white and patched.

At this moment, the young man was dozing off on the shaft of the car, his head was shaking, and the driver turned his head to look at the young man from time to time, for fear that the child would fall out of the car in a sleepy state.

Their silhouettes reflected the sinking sun, and they looked like poor people who went out to go to the market. Because they lived too far away, it took a bumpy day to go out.The father favored his son, and let him doze off when he was tired, and hurried home.

— just look.

Meng Qi laughed from the bottom of his heart: he pretended well, and the ox cart drove decently.

Seeing this situation at first glance, one might not doubt the identity of the man driving the car.A killer can hide in the crowd, but where can he find a cow in a hurry?

However, in Meng Qi's eyes, it was the killer who robbed someone else's ox cart, and the boy didn't doze off at all, but got acupuncture points.The speed of the ox cart is slow, and donkeys and mules are used to set up the carts for the market. How long can the ox cart go in a day?The loess all over the body and face is evenly distributed on the left side of the man driving the car and the right side of the boy, showing that they have been traveling for a long time.

Just a joke, the sun is not so strong now, but at noon it would be too bad.

Cows are the most valuable possessions of the common people. Wouldn't it be cruelty to drive them out under the sun?Which one can do this?

And, bring back a cart of firewood in a bumpy day?

What kind of broken market is this, there is nothing else to buy?What the hell kind of place is this, you have to go to the market to buy firewood?

The killer of Piaoping Pavilion was well-prepared for being able to think of wearing a patched short jacket under the black clothes in advance, but in the end, a bad script was spread on the good shelf, and the corners of Meng Qi's eyes twitched, not knowing what to say.

Could it be that people in Jiang Hu are not so smart now?So that this level of camouflage can be fooled?

No, there is also Fengxing Pavilion!Meng Qi had seen Fengxing Pavilion's abilities before, and he didn't believe that under normal circumstances, the people of Fengxing Pavilion would not be able to catch the traces of these killers, so what's the problem here?Wait, normally?

Meng Qi's thoughts turned quickly.

Taking out the bottom of the bottle he picked up, Meng Qi felt that what was in the stone bottle might not be as simple as an antidote.

——They interfered with Piaoping Pavilion's actions, and the swordsmen were forced to flee, leaving behind pills before leaving.The killer of Piaoping Pavilion takes pills to solve his urgent needs, and then his escape level fluctuates, his brain works well for a while, and doesn't work for a while.

Swordsmen may not need to take this medicine.

The swordsman is the leader of the killers. Without him and taking medicine in a hurry, this group of killers will show problems.

"Tsk, I still have to ask the doctor."

Meng Qi suddenly missed Mo Li, walking around the rivers and lakes, without a doctor, it seemed like something was missing.

The author has something to say: Wake up, you have only been separated for half a day during this journey, what else do you want?