Aggrieved Fish Sprite

This ancestral hall is not small, but eight people entered in one breath, and it looks a bit crowded.

This group of people are all narrow-sleeved and short-sleeved, wearing thick-soled boots, and dressed like warriors.

——Carrying a weapon wrapped in strips of cloth on his back, with a leather pouch hanging around his waist.

This leather pouch is not used to hold money. Usually, there are hidden weapons in it, and sometimes the hidden weapons have to be poisoned.

The kind of thick-soled boots with wide sides and slightly warped sides also hides a mystery inside, and a sharp blade can pop out from the toe of the boot.Don't underestimate this blade, in addition to assassinating people in fights, it is more used for emergencies.

For example, if your hands are tied with a rope and you cannot untie the knot when someone comes to rescue you, where can you find a knife?

Or when the body is seriously injured and it is difficult to move, a wild beast appears and looks at it, and it may be possible to kill the beast with a stomp of energy.

Qin Lu had told Mo Li about the life-saving gadgets that these people in the rivers and lakes admired, and Xue Lingjun once showed some old things to Mo Li to look through, especially the hidden weapon barrel with a repeating spring.

The characteristics of a master insider are obvious, and they can be seen at a glance. Those exquisite mechanisms are different. They usually have an ordinary appearance, and they will be ignored if they are not careful.

These people who entered the abandoned village late at night were obviously veterans.

They have thick calluses on their hands, their strides are heavy, and their upper bodies are thick, so they should all practice foreign skills.

Mo Li didn't continue to look, he lowered his eyes, and supported the fat mouse with his other hand.

The gerbil just moved and didn't wake up.

It seemed to be indulging in a dream, its chubby body was covered with a layer of soft hair. After touching it, the ink carp realized that it seemed a bit cold for gerbils, and the fur was not warm to the touch.

The heat coming through the obscene clothes is obviously very hot.

The fat rat moved its head closer, and rubbed its tiny paws subconsciously a few times.

Doctor Mo froze.

Although the gerbil is small in size, the strength of its claws is not weak. After all, it needs to dig holes.This kind of unconscious rubbing is constantly rubbing against the same spot. Unfortunately, that small spot happens to be where the right breast protrudes slightly.

Apart from the coat, Mo Carp didn't wear any more clothes.

Because of the slightly undulating chest of breathing, the sound of heartbeat and vibration, coupled with the clear breath like a spring, in the feeling of fat mouse, it is like lying in a soft sand cave, not far away is a waterfall rumbling into the lake voice.

The sand on the shore of the lake was very warm after being exposed to the sun for a day. There was no light on all sides, and it was pitch black. This should be a safe nest.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

Warm, clean, nice place to not be intrusive.

Of course Fat Mouse didn't want to wake up.

It waved its paws, instinctively wanting to dig a deeper hole, because it was not very strong in sleep, and because the movements were too big to be safe, so its digging action was more like rubbing its paws.

There is a moment, a moment, a stop and a stop.

Doctor Mo couldn't bear it anymore and moved the gerbil through his clothes.

——Why is the sand still flowing?

Fat Mouse grabbed Mo Carp's clothes in a daze, trying to stabilize himself.

The ink carp could only move to the corner of the wall again, hiding most of its body in the shadows.

Those Jianghu people went outside to pick up discarded wood and brought candles, and the gloomy ancestral hall was immediately lit up a lot, and the tongues of fire were flicking firewood, and they put the dried meat and buns they carried on skewers Roast on the fire.

The youngest among them had a scar on his forehead. When he saw the earthen jar beside Mo Li, his heart moved, and he walked over here.

The leader had a purple face and a full beard. He frowned and pulled the young man back.

"Old Eight, what are you doing?"

The young man pursed his lips and said with a playful smile, "Bring out the crock pot and let the big guy drink some hot water."

The bearded man thought for a while. It was very cold at night and the well water was too cold. They packed lightly and didn't bring any utensils for boiling water, so they could only tell them: "It's someone else's stuff. Please speak carefully and don't take it away." just go."

The young man agreed casually and didn't take it seriously.

He walked up to Mo Li, knelt down and asked, "Hey, scholar, can I borrow your earthen jar?"

Mo Li shook his head and said, "This is a pot for boiling medicine. If you want to use it to boil water, you probably have to wash it several times and boil the hot water again to get rid of the smell. This village is short of water, so you can't help it." Such a waste."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, he stretched his head to look, and sure enough, the smell of medicine hit his face.

He hurriedly took a step back, couldn't help cursing bad luck, turned his head and left.

"Brother, I don't think you should stay here, that's a consumptive ghost!"

"How did you speak?"

The bearded man scolded, then smiled apologetically at Mo Li, stretched out his hand and took the young man to the side to teach him a lesson: "How do I teach you on weekdays? A scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken, it's freezing cold , why are you yelling at people? Consumption is a cough, you have been here for so long, and you heard people coughing?"

"But he..."

When the young man was scolded like this, his heart became even angrier, and he said relentlessly, "But his attitude is too bad. I borrowed a jar, and it's not like I won't return it to him. What's more, what a medicine jar, how unlucky!"

"It was originally a medicine jar. Could it be that someone else is going to lie to you?" The bearded man was amused. He rubbed the young man's head and scolded, "Besides, who will wash the jar? Are you going? "

At this time, several other men also gathered around, handed the young man a piece of roasted hot jerky, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't blame Lao Ba, he was scolded by a scholar in the inn the day before yesterday. Angry!"

"That's right, I hate these poor scholars the most. They can't carry their shoulders and hands, and they like to point and gossip." The young man deliberately raised his voice and complained.

"All right."

The bearded man gnawed on the steamed bun and said vaguely: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, don't attack people who don't understand martial arts. They are not the same as us. There are hundreds of scholars in the world. If a scholar provokes you, other scholars will fight with you." It doesn't matter, why are you venting your anger for no reason? Besides, in the middle of the night, people just woke up from our sleep, and you expect others to greet you with a smile?"

His voice was so low that ordinary people couldn't hear him, but he couldn't hide it from Mo Li.

Dr. Mo lowered his eyes and slowly stroked the gerbil through his clothes, as if he was slapping his chest in fright.

The young man glanced at this side, and said angrily: "Isn't this just a ruined ancestral hall, and it's not his house, so we're not allowed to come?"

"It is indeed not his house, but this is not your house either!" The bearded man patted the ground beside him, and said to the young man, "Rest after eating, even jerky can't stop your mouth!"

The black carp took up a place sheltered from the wind, but these people didn't come over, they picked another corner to start a fire.

While roasting, the young man couldn't hold back anymore, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what do you think is the origin of that scholar? When I entered the door just now, I saw his face, he looked like a girl."

"What kind of girl, it's so rare, it's called Yushu Linfeng." The bearded man actually still had some ink in his stomach, and he sneered, "The people in the south are more handsome than the men in the north."

The other men started laughing at each other, laughing at the youngest because he missed a woman, and looked at everyone like a girl.

The young man's face turned red when he was squeezed out, he was just a metaphor, and he wasn't really wrong.

"Put it down, and make it sound like you haven't thought about women."

Then it was quick to tell the truth, why the sixth brother is concerned about a certain heroine in the rivers and lakes, the fourth brother saw that the proprietress of the inn couldn't move his legs yesterday, and finally the bearded brother suffered a disaster, and it was revealed that he had hidden a Suzhou embroidered handkerchief with him .

This time the hornet's nest was stabbed, and the young man was forced to sleep with his head held down.

After a while, the fire gradually became smaller, and there was a sound of snoring in the ancestral hall.

After touching the black carp for a long time, the gerbil finally stopped rubbing around.

He heard a slight movement behind him, and knew that the bearded leader was not asleep, but was on vigil.

At the fourth watch, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes outside the village.

Mo Li felt strange, because he had "encountered" many times with General Liu, and he was familiar with the military horses of the imperial court. Now the sound of the horse's hooves is very chaotic and irregular, and even the materials of the nailed horseshoes are different.

The bearded man soon heard the movement, his expression changed, and immediately woke up everyone.

Because there was always a fire in the ancestral hall, half of the door was broken, and it could be seen from a distance at night, so it was too late to put it out now.

Soon the sound of horseshoes reached the entrance of the ancestral hall, and the bearded man took a few brothers to pick up their weapons and looked outside the door vigilantly.

I saw a group of men in black ox-pattern coats enter the door proudly.

The leader was a man dressed like a son-in-law, in his thirties, holding a gold-painted folding fan in his hand in the cold weather, glanced around the ancestral hall, and said disdainfully: "Eight tigers in Yudong? What's the matter, third-rate bastards like you also want to try their luck to find the treasure of the Emperor's Mausoleum?"

Mo Li was surprised when he heard this.

Imperial Tomb Treasure?Which imperial tomb?

Because of its proximity to Taijing, there are indeed several ancient emperor's mausoleums in Yongzhou, but the world is chaotic, and the tombs of the early years have almost been dug.Some were done by Jianghu people, and some were done by rebel leaders who lacked military funds in troubled times.

Mo Li huddled in a corner sheltered from the wind, and his body was as peaceful as an ordinary person. The folding fan boy didn't pay attention to him at all, but laughed at the Yudong Eight Tigers: "I advise you to fight as soon as possible. Go back to the mansion, at least you can save your life."

There were more than 20 opponents, and the leading son and the others couldn't beat them, so the Yudong Eight Tigers dared not speak out.

"If you don't get out, you want me to drive you out?" Brother Young Master sneered.

The young man wanted to say something, but the bearded man grabbed him.

Brother Gongzi's men occupied the fire unceremoniously and took out a lot of things.

Spread thick blankets on the ground, and took the incense burner, and served properly.

"The rule of the rivers and lakes is first come, first come, but as long as the fist is big... the people behind can also push out the ones in front." The young master fanned the wind and sat comfortably. The good mutton skewers were hung on the fire, and the sauce was brushed.

The scent wafted out immediately.

Mo carp felt the gerbil in its arms move.

At first he didn't pay attention to it, because the aroma was really strong, probably because of the rarity of the sauce.

Many spices come from the Western Regions, and they are the best at cooking mutton. The best spices are more expensive than gold, and those seasoning recipes are things that ordinary people can't see.

"Let's go!" the bearded man gritted his teeth, and was about to go out when he suddenly remembered that there was a scholar in the ancestral hall.

He looked up, just in time to see Mo Li's figure flashing, and he bent down to pick up something extremely swiftly.

This move was so fast that many people didn't see it clearly.

The fan in the son's hand fell off, and his smile froze. He stood up abruptly, and asked coldly: "It seems that I, Qian, am blind and ignored this brother. I don't know your surname, who is your family?" What faction?"

The ink carp flexed its fingers calmly, teaching Fat Rat a lesson when he smelled the scent and sleepwalked.

The gerbil whose stomach was poked finally woke up.

The surroundings were a bit bright, Meng Qi could barely see the situation clearly, and was startled immediately.

How is this going?Before falling asleep, he remembered that he had transformed back!

"Don't run around." Mo Li said, put the fat mouse in his arms, and patted it.

He thought that Meng Qi was still in a state where he couldn't see clearly and couldn't hear sounds.

Meng Qi, who slid into the front of his shirt, was stunned. He moved his paws dumbly, and then felt a hand grabbing himself through the clothes, and heard Doctor Mo's low voice: "Don't rub your paws!" , you've been rubbing your hands all night."

"..."

Meng Qi thought dumbly, what does it mean to spend a night together?

What's more frightening is that there is a strange feeling under the claws.

——The claws are too small, they fit just right, and there is still room left!

Seeing Mo Li's posture of holding his chest, the Yudong Eight Tigers suddenly understood that the other party was not scared by them at night, but was afraid that they would wake up the little creature in his arms.

"Brother, do you see what that is?"

"...It seems to be white, maybe it's yellow." The bearded man glanced at the fire, and said uncertainly, "It's so small, so it's a baby bird?"

"Aren't you afraid of suffocation in your arms?"

After the young man finished speaking, he saw Mo Li staring at him expressionlessly, and suddenly remembered what he had offended the scholar before, and shrank back behind the bearded man in fright.

The roasted mutton on the fire was even more fragrant, and Mo Li wanted to open his clothes to let the fat mouse breathe, but he was even more afraid that the fat mouse would be sick and dazed, because he was too hungry and immediately turned back into a human form.

Doctor Mo couldn't help but glared at the sheep on fire.

Brother Young Master originally turned black because Mo Li ignored him, but now seeing Mo Li's eyes, after thinking about it, he squeezed out a smile and said: "We meet in the rivers and lakes, it is fate, why don't we sit down and talk about it. Qian There is good wine and good meat here, and I, Jinfeng Villa, are not those third-rate people who are so poor that they can't even afford wine."

Mo Li has no interest in his fine wine and mutton.

It was the fat rat in his arms who had this interest.

The little paws are moving again——

The ink carp keenly sensed that the fat rat was absorbing spiritual energy, but the place was relatively barren, and it could only fish a little oil and water from the ink carp. The loss of this spiritual energy was insignificant to the ink carp, and the internal energy was quickly replenished by itself.

If Meng Qi changed back to his original form, how could he hide these people in full view?He didn't have any psychedelic herbs, even if he knocked people out, it would be too late.

Mo Li's heart moved, and he immediately raised his hand, and the invisible strong wind instantly extinguished the fire.

It was pitch black all around, and everyone was shocked, and drew out their weapons one after another.

I could only hear whirring sounds in my ears, as if someone passed by, and then there was the sound of weapons falling to the ground, accompanied by sounds of doubt and annoyance.

After a while, the ancestral hall became quiet.

Mo Li stepped out, and restrained a few followers of Jinfeng Villa outside who wanted to do something when they saw that the situation was not going well.

As for the frightened horses, Doctor Mo walked around them casually, and they calmed down again, continuing to eat the fodder added by the attendants of Jinfeng Villa just now.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Doctor Mo walked to a corner of the abandoned village, took out the fat mouse, put it in his hand, and asked tentatively, "Are you hungry?"

"..."

No, it's all because the mutton is too fragrant.

The aroma reminded Meng Qi of an orchid restaurant in Taijing. Thirty years ago, in the restaurant in Changpingfang, you could taste delicious food from all over the world.

Not only business travelers traveling from south to north are very fond of it, but even the children of officials and eunuchs will come to patronize business.

Four or five of Meng Qi's friends from back then preferred this scent, and the scent brought back many memories for him.

Among them, Prime Minister Deng was busy with government affairs and was getting old. His family would not allow him to eat more mutton. Prime Minister Deng would occasionally order someone to buy it secretly, and put it in a food box and send it to the study together with the letter.

Prime Minister Deng has a stubborn personality and great eloquence. He often argues with people and angers many people.

Later, Hou Jingyuan thought of a way to rob the prime minister's mutton hidden in his study.

So everyone learned and behaved, some people changed positions halfway, some people deliberately visited, and then told Mrs. Deng about it, so that she confiscated the food box angrily.

Among them, Meng Qi did the most surreptitiously, despite a row of servants guarding the door of the study, he turned into a gerbil and entered through the window, then slowly opened the food box in human form, and drank the fine wine prepared by Prime Minister Deng I was clean, clapped my hands and ran away.

Others thought it was because Meng Guoshi possessed martial arts, but they never thought that there was a gerbil here.

Seeing the fat mouse squatting there without moving, Mo Li thought to himself, can Meng Qi, who has turned into a gerbil, eat mutton?

Doctor Mo was a little undecided.

As a fish, the ink carp has never eaten. He was in the empty pool as long as he remembered. Later, the mountain torrent washed him out. He turned into a little baby and was picked up by Qin Lu. go back.

"...Brother Meng, can you hear me?"

Meng Qi nodded, and then he realized that he was too small and had too much flesh on his face, those who knew thought he was nodding, those who didn't know thought the flesh was shaking!

So the fat mouse stepped on the palm of the ink carp with its hind paw, expressing its affirmation.

"If you want to eat, why not change back to human form first?" Mo Li suggested.

Meng Qi froze and didn't move, and there was no clothes here.

Doctor Mo said knowingly, "I'll go into the ancestral hall to get it, and you stand here."

There are half-collapsed walls everywhere in the abandoned village, just enough to block a person's waist. It's not yet dawn, so it's not embarrassing.

Mo Li didn't find anyone when he came back with the clothes.

This time he didn't panic, but searched carefully, and sure enough, he found a fat mouse in the distance.

"what happened?"

"..."

Unable to change back, the gerbil remained motionless in frustration.

The ink carp touched its belly, and its fingertips sank into the long hair and flesh.

"Huh?" Doctor Mo noticed that the hair on the gerbil's body had grown a little.

Maybe he was still recovering, but Mo Li didn't care. He put the gerbil on his shoulders again, and returned to the dark ancestral hall with his clothes in his arms.

The candle was still on the stone platform, and the ink carp picked up the fire folder.

In the ancestral hall, there were a bunch of people lying all over the place, all of them had their acupuncture points hit. Yudong Eight Tigers were in a slightly better condition. They maintained their standing posture, with their faces facing the outside of the ancestral hall. Obviously at the moment of confusion, they wanted to to run out.

The people in Jinfeng Villa could only see Mo Li's shoes and the hem of his robe.

The Yudong Eight Tigers couldn't even see this, they could only know that the candle had been relit from the lit light.

They were feeling uneasy when they suddenly felt a strong wind blowing over their acupoints. Although they still couldn't move, they could speak.

The bearded boss immediately said: "My brother is blind to Mount Tai, and I have offended Senior, and I am willing to apologize to Senior.

"

Mo Li naturally didn't need him to make amends, but in order to avoid the troubles of Jinfeng Villa's people looking for the Yudong Eight Tigers, he still put on airs and said nonchalantly: "It seems that someone said just now that the rules of the world are first come, first served? Fist If it’s too big, is it only natural for the people behind to drive the ones ahead?”

As soon as the Yudong Eight Tigers heard this, they knew that they were not the ones who were unlucky, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior said...ah, no, the people behind shouldn't even enter the door." The young man said bitterly.

The bearded man glared at his sworn brother, and hurriedly said: "Senior, we brothers have to hurry, so we won't stay any longer."

Mo Li thought for a while, this Jinfeng Villa looked very powerful, and the Yudong Eight Tigers probably couldn't be offended, even if they were allowed to stay and rest, they would feel embarrassed, so they simply opened the acupoints in the air.

The Eight Tigers of Yudong ran without looking back, just when Mr. Jinfeng expelled them before, he packed up his bags and held them in his hand, and they ran fast now.

After the fire was extinguished, the smell of mutton also faded a lot.

It's just that it's torture for Mr. Jinfeng at this moment, he was already hungry after driving in the middle of the night.

Mo Li felt that although this group of people were arrogant, they didn't yell for violence, so they just left them there, opened one of their acupoints and asked, "What's the matter with the treasure in the imperial mausoleum?"

Fat Rat's ears perked up.

The man rolled his eyes and said cautiously: "The previous year, there was a battle for a rare treasure in the rivers and lakes. It was called the Golden Silk Armor. It was as thin as a cicada's wing and invulnerable. Many forces were involved and many people died, but the Golden Silk Armor His whereabouts are unknown, recently the Patriarch Qingwu said that this treasure armor is an ancient relic, a relic from the previous dynasty..."

"Which previous dynasty?"

What Mo Li asked was what Meng Qi wanted to know, too many courts have passed.

In the past, when it was said to be the former dynasty, it was really a "previous" dynasty, but in these days, when it comes to the former dynasty, it may be the Chu Dynasty or the Chen Dynasty.

Although the man was terrified, but thinking that many people in Jianghu knew the news, he would not be punished by Mr. Jinfeng for speaking out, so he simply confessed thoroughly.

"It was a court item of the Chen Dynasty, a masterpiece of the famous craftsman Gong Shuye, and was later buried with him by Emperor Chen Li."

"...So the presence of the Golden Silk Armor means that Emperor Li's Mausoleum has been stolen?"

Mo Li thought a lot for a moment, and felt that there was another reason for the matter.

Emperor Chen Li has been buried for many years. If there is no accident, the mercury in the tomb will not leak out, nor will it affect the Taijing dragon veins.

"So you are going to Shangyun Mountain in Taijing to find the treasure of the emperor's mausoleum? How many people are there?"

"The news has spread all over the area of ​​Yongzhou, and the news has also been heard in places farther away. All sects and factions are rushing there. There are thousands of funeral objects for Emperor Chen Li, and they are priceless. Who wouldn't be tempted?"

The author has something to say:

Everyone: Treasures of the Imperial Mausoleum! !

Taijing Longmai Picking Teeth: Grave Robbing?Is it with my consent?

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I thought of the names of eight mountains, and they all exist in reality... Finally I gave up struggling OTZ

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Question: What kind of feeling does it feel to sleep on the chest of the person you like?

Meng Qi: It feels very specific, like lying in a warm sandpit on a quiet moonlit night, with nearby waterfalls rumbling and lake water flowing (a poetic description), the ground trembling rhythmically (the referee began to adjust his glasses), The sand still flows and makes strange noises...

Referee: 0 points