Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Cheng Jingchuan remained silent, showing no sign of surprise.

This handsome, tall and attractive young man stood beside him with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, doing the work of a servant, refilling the teapot on the table.

This made the ink carp feel a deep disobedience.

He didn't have time to think about it, he stood up abruptly, and hurriedly exited the pavilion.

The guards outside the pavilion all drew their swords, but they were not within three steps of Mo Li.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the gerbil instinctively leaned forward——

"Snapped"

The iron three-diamond cone plunges into the grass.

It was a rope dart, with a thin rope attached to the back of the sharp iron dart.

Mo Li was shocked, raised his palm and swung the rope dart in the wrong direction, the strong wind swept away the blades of grass, and there was nothing inside.

Cheng Jingchuan retracted the rope dart, picked up a tiny hair from the iron dart, and looked suspicious.

The ink carp also finally noticed the strange sluggishness of the meridian breath in the body, which occurred after the use of true energy, and the hands and feet gradually became soft and numb, but the speed was relatively slow.

--poison?Drugged?How did you get caught?

Mo Li was stunned with great confusion. As a healer who is proficient in the nature of herbs, he has seen many methods of using poison from Xue Ting, a master of poison. From the moment he stepped into this pavilion, he has been paying attention to it all the time. Is this still a trick?

If it wasn't for the wrong location and timing, the ink carp would have wanted to ask how it was done.

He secretly lucked out to dissipate the power of the medicine, and his eyes swept across the shadows cast by the surrounding vegetation without any trace.

The gerbil was not injured.

Cheng Jingchuan is really keen by nature...

Mo Li knows that some people are born with higher five senses than ordinary people, which is different from the good muscles and bones who practice martial arts. They can immediately detect the abnormalities around them, and quickly find out what is wrong in the whole thing.At a young age, such a person is suitable for studying medicine and being a cook, but at a larger scale, he is simply a natural counselor or handsome talent.

Mo Li didn't know how knowledgeable Cheng Jingchuan was, just looking at this reaction, it was rare in the world.

In particular, Cheng Jingchuan was not a master of martial arts, he learned horse-handling skills, and his gait and posture conveyed this message clearly.

Without the pinnacle of internal strength, he can discover that he is being spied on along the way only by intuition, and even catches the trace when the gerbil is nervous - what kind of talent is this?It was almost the only time Mo Li had seen in his life. If such talents could be seen everywhere when the world was in chaos at the end of the Chen Dynasty, Mo Li could probably imagine the fierce separatist melee between the various forces at that time.

So the disobedience became more and more intense.

The phoenix chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to work.

But from head to toe, Qiu Si doesn't look like "Ming Zhu". Could it be that Cheng Jingchuan is a very talented person but blind?

"You're pissing me off."

Mo Li calmed down, and said in a cool tone as much as possible, "What you said just now is to provoke me and let me kill you."

——If you can’t figure it out, just don’t think about it, and just use words to test it out.

Mo Li's face was expressionless, calm and composed, and it was impossible to judge the extent of the "poison" just by looking at his eyes and demeanor.

Qiu Si was still sitting in the pavilion, not approaching the ink carp.

Cheng Jingchuan stuffed the tiny hair into his purse, and smiled at Mo Li: "It seems that Doctor Mo has raised a clever little thing, and this was missed in the previous secret report of Fengxing Pavilion. The water is cold, and you can't see your fingers at night, I hope it won't get lost after being frightened."

It would be no wonder if he could get lost!

Mo Li guessed that Meng Qi must have attacked the palace guards and stripped their clothes and boots right now.

This one of him was probably drugged, it didn't cause any damage to the meridians and viscera, but his hands and feet were weak and slightly dizzy.

If you really want to do it, the ink carp is not afraid.

Even though there were more than [-] guards with weapons in front of him, and Cheng Jingchuan who could use dart ropes, it was impossible to stop Mo Li.

It's just that tonight's meeting was weird from beginning to end.

"You provoked me to kill you?"

Mo Li stared at Qiu Si in the pavilion, and repeated it in puzzlement.

The anger and doubts were covered up by the cold tone, and the guards on the stepping path crowded around here nervously.

Cheng Jingchuan immediately waved his hand, and everyone stopped in their tracks, their expressions still extremely vigilant.

"you--"

Mo Li suddenly realized, and blurted out, "You're not Mr. Qiu at all?"

Mr. Qiu in the pavilion was motionless, with a smile on his mouth, and his eyes that seemed sober and crazy were perfect.

There was a touch of surprise on Cheng Jingchuan's face, although he quickly covered it up, he did not escape Mo Li's eyes.

Just when Mo Li decided that the "Mr. Qiu" in front of him was a fake, a stand-in, a scapegoat who was sent in front of him specially to provoke him, his head became dizzy again, and he didn't lose consciousness, but he was drugged. The symptoms became more and more obvious.

what happened?

Obviously he closed his breath the moment he realized something was wrong, Mo Li felt as if he had fallen into an invisible trap.

What has he missed?

"...Dr. Mo's ability to persevere until now is beyond my expectation..."

Mr. Qiu's voice sounded very far away, and Mo Li knew that it was the result of the onset of the medicine, he tried to stop the movement of his inner breath, and the dizziness eased a little.

Suddenly a person rushed out from the slope, and Cheng Jingchuan's guards smelled a strong strange fragrance before they could see clearly.

"Snapped."

A pot of mountain rock bonsai was roughly pushed to the ground.

Small pine trees are planted in the bonsai, there is water under the stone, and a boat carved with walnut stones floats.

It seems that there are ice cubes in the pores of the stone cave, and white smoke is coming out slowly. After approaching, it feels very cool and has a burst of fragrance.

This kind of bonsai also exists in the Taijing Imperial Palace, King Ning's side is more beautiful, the ink carp doesn't care much, and the bonsai is placed far away, on a viewing platform at least a hundred steps away from the pavilion.Even if there is a problem with the bonsai, it is impossible to float so far and affect the ink carp.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Meng Qi and the bonsai he brought and dropped on the ground, Mo Li's pupils shrank, thinking of a terrifying possibility.

However, he is holding his breath now and cannot judge right away.

"Master Meng?" Mr. Qiu was startled and stood up abruptly.

Cheng Jingchuan threw down the dart rope with a quick reaction, and snatched the saber from the guard beside him.

Meng Qi was dressed in the light armor and brocade robe of a guard, his face was as deep as water, and his eyes were filled with anger, as if he had been hiding in the palace all this time, only showing up when the situation was not good.

Qiu Si quickly calmed down. He glanced at the bonsai on the ground and said, "Master Meng really has sharp eyes."

It was only then that Meng Qi realized that because he was too anxious, he directly knocked out the guards in a "normal appearance" and changed his clothes. However, this normality is really abnormal in the eyes of others. It may be able to deceive others, but it doesn't work well with smart people.

Originally, Meng Qi didn't intend to cover it up, so others could make random guesses.

People who are witty are like Qiu Jing, who don't even mention it.

Qiu Jing's father, Mr. Qiu, is definitely not a man of taste. Meng Qi looked stern, and stepped on the rock bonsai.

——The toes containing internal strength directly crush the stones into powder.

"Hey, the national teacher is not happy, why bother to vent your anger on these objects, spirit stones are hard to find, and a small piece hidden in this bonsai is at least worth a thousand." Qiu Si gathered the cloak on his body, shook his head and sighed, "If you taste The ones that are so beautiful and beautiful, can be said to be invaluable, and there are not many in the imperial city of Taijing."

Meng Qi was sullen and said nothing.

He stretched out his hand to support the ink carp, then simply picked him up and walked away.

The guards wanted to chase, but Cheng Jingchuan stopped him.

The madness and weirdness in Qiu Si's eyes quickly receded, and he looked no different from a down-and-out old scholar after a while.

"Go get the stuff out," Qiu Si ordered.

Immediately someone entered the boiler room at the bottom of the pavilion and moved out many stones.

They are big or small, some have been carefully carved, and some are still freshly mined from the mountains, stained with unwashed soil.

Without exception, these stones all had holes, and faint smoke visible to the naked eye gradually emitted, which quickly melted into nothingness.These are the "spiritual stones" loved by the nobles of the family. They are all produced in deep mountains and dense forests, and some are even dug out from underground mines. As long as they are cold or hot, the stones will naturally produce smoke, which is a wonder.

According to historical records, Emperor Chen Li once received a piece of spiritual stone as a tribute. Whenever it was about to rain, the smoke produced by the strange stone could cover the entire bonsai, presenting a beautiful view surrounded by clouds and mist.

Qiu Si tilted his head slightly, covering his mouth and nose with his cloak.

The guards who went to carry the stones even covered their faces with cloth towels. Even though they were so far away, the strong fragrance wafting out after the sealed room was opened was choking.If the ink carp is still here, it must be able to smell that it is the mountain eggplant flower, the main ingredient of Mongolian sweat medicine.

The stones are all placed in a completely sealed room, and the flue is blocked in summer, so people outside can't smell anything at all.The only pot of mountain rocks is placed on the viewing platform in the distance. As long as the bonsai flower juice in the pot is not drunk, it will be fine even if it smells in the wind.

It is this kind of arrangement that is logically impossible for people to be recruited, and it almost cheated the ink carp.

"I didn't expect it to be really effective..."

The person who spoke was Cheng Jingchuan, with a strange expression on his face, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Qiu Si moved the corners of his mouth, showing a strange smile: "The earliest preparation of these things, and 'raising' them day and night with wild eggplants, is to deal with Zhao Zangfeng, the patriarch of Qingwu. He kept saying that the highest martial art is the best Good fortune, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, sounds absurd as if it is going to become a monster. It can be possible, after all, no one can explain the place where these stones are found, there is a natural freshness, this may be Qingwu The ancestor wanted to use the spiritual energy for his own use..."

Poisoning aura is undoubtedly whimsical.

Anyway, it doesn't cost anything, it's just a bougainvillea.

I also asked someone to look at Feng Shui, and found a good "crypt" to raise it. For several years, let the bougainvillea flower juice soak the stones until they are inseparable.

If someone is really absorbing spiritual energy all the time, swallowing and exhaling...

Then let him feel it.

"Since I saw all kinds of secret reports from Fengxing Pavilion, I have always doubted the rumored Master Meng...Meng Qi has actually found a way to use these clear qi, so his martial arts are so high that he can flatten Mogatti Temple, then The Xiliang people seem to have guessed something, although they are stupid, but Ayan Puka has some skills." Mr. Qiu pondered for a while, then turned his head and ordered, "Is there any news from Feihe Mountain?"

"No, those people from Xiliang have already dispersed, before Ayan Puka showed up." Cheng Jingchuan paused for a moment, and said hesitantly, "I guess they died at the hands of Meng Guoshi."

"Ah."

Qiu Si smiled sarcastically, caught a glimpse of Cheng Jingchuan's uneasy expression, and reprimanded, "What are you afraid of? Whether it's absorbing spiritual energy or generating internal energy in Dantian, it's a kind of martial arts, a kind of martial arts that is difficult to learn. They Without becoming a fairy or becoming a demon, you are still a body of flesh and blood, with the seven emotions and six desires, what is there to be afraid of?"

Cheng Jingchuan shook his head and said, "Mr. Qiu, we only saw that Doctor Mo was affected, but Meng Guoshi was no different."

"It's all about closing your breath." Qiu Si said calmly, "It's more troublesome than ordinary drugs. Just closing your breath won't work, and you have to use your internal strength. A martial arts master loses his internal strength, just like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out. Fight hard, but don't want to fight for a long time, as long as you have a hundred archers who can shoot every arrow, it will be difficult for them to retreat."

Cheng Jingchuan hesitated to speak.

Sure enough, he heard Qiu Si sigh in a very regretful tone: "That's all for Doctor Mo, the doctors are soft-hearted. Master Meng Guo is furious and hasn't killed me yet."

Cheng Jingchuan shuddered.

Even though he had known Mr. Qiu's plan for a long time, when he actually faced it, he still felt a deep chill.

How terrible is a person who doesn't even care about his own life.

***

Meng Qi climbed over the palace wall with the ink carp on his back, and found a remote and deserted palace garden.

Leaving the place where the aura was problematic, the ink carp gradually recovered.

"A carp?"

"I'm fine." Mo Li suppressed his anger, complaining about his negligence.

Meng Qi took a step forward to embrace him, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's my fault, I didn't notice the situation on the side of the bonsai."

"No." Mo Li only said one word, and then met Shang Meng Qi's eyes, and the two were silent at the same time.

They don't need to shirk responsibility, and they don't need to rush to admit their mistakes. The fact is that everyone underestimated Qiu Si today.

That unbelievable way of drugging——

Mo Li accidentally exposed his secret, he needs spiritual energy, just like breathing, the body naturally exchanges spiritual energy with the outside world.

"How did he do it? Why would he think that way?" Mo Li had countless questions in his mind, and with the medicine that had just expired, he was dizzy for a while.

Meng Qi helped the man to sit down on the porch, with his palm against the back of Mo Li's heart, using his spiritual energy to help Mo Li drive away the strangeness.

Herbal medicines are produced underground, and herbal medicines are equally effective on dragon veins, both good and bad.

The effect of this drug was so strong that it exceeded Mo Li's expectations.

"There shouldn't be such a powerful drug. I'm afraid it will have a more obvious impact on us after being mixed with spiritual energy." Mo Li regained his sobriety and said in a deep voice, "This is by no means a temporary idea. He had this preparation in the first place. It was used against you."

The news that Meng Guoshi has returned to his old age and changed his appearance must have reached Mr. Qiu's ears.

How much did Joss know?Could it be that Ayan Puka revealed the dragon veins to him?

"Thanks to Ah Li, otherwise..."

Meng Qi didn't say anything further. If he hadn't turned into a gerbil today, he would probably be in trouble like a black carp when he finds out that he can't use his aura.

If you run, you can run away, but it will be a little embarrassing.

Face doesn't matter, what if Ah Li gets hurt?

"That's a lunatic." Meng Qi said bitterly.

Mo Li agrees very much, but he still has doubts: "It's not a substitute, is it the real Qiu Si?"

"Yes." Meng Qi took a deep breath, put aside his irritability, and said solemnly, "Have you ever thought that the predicament of Fengxing Pavilion can be completely resolved by one incident, and Qiu Jing will not fight?" Defeated, take the initiative to retreat."

"You mean..."

"If her father dies, no matter how much Master Qiu disapproves of Fu Chu, he will not be able to regain and suppress those who disagree with her. The power of Fengxing Pavilion is not big or small, as long as Used well, it can decide the outcome of the battle to a certain extent." Meng Qi became irritable again as he spoke, the opponents he hates most are lunatics, because they can do things that no one else can think of.

When Mr. Qiu is doing normal planning, there are still traces to follow. Once he goes crazy, it is really a headache.

"He must have a successor, and it should be Cheng Jingchuan, so there is no need to worry about whether the plan after death can be smoothly advanced."

Meng Qi frowned, and talked to Mo Li about an opponent that the Chu army encountered in the troubled times at the end of Chen in the past.

That person is even more out of line than Qiu Si, but he has countless followers under his command.

People like Li Yuanze are most afraid of dying in battle and having no successors, and the forces under him will be torn apart, and the lunatic has considered this possibility from the beginning.All plans are started after their death, and sometimes people are more difficult to deal with dead than alive.

The Chu army defeated the opponent with untold hardships, but was caught in the mess set up by the opponent, and had to withdraw from the captured territory. team.

"This kind of person has no fame and wealth in his heart, no victory or loss, and he doesn't care about his own life or death, but he is willing to watch others dying. Now I hold back and don't do anything, he will probably cheat death."

The author has something to say: To put it in a fashionable way, Qiu Si is a bit anti-social personality

To be more precise, it is lawful and evil. In order to achieve the goal, a regular and systematic organization can be established, and it can be managed very well, but in essence, it doesn't care about others.

Whether it's human life or feelings, I don't care.

But he is very good at using human life, and he is also very good at using emotions

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Gerbil: Do you dare to move A carp, jump feet jpg

Dodged the dart rope and ran out to change back into a human form, strangled a guard with his arms and dragged him into the grass, stripped his clothes