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Meng Qi looked strange.

For a moment, he wanted to break the alchemist's neck.

These alchemists who don't understand but are always tossing around think they have mastered the laws of destiny and Tao, and treat dragon veins like a panacea in the mountains, digging when they want, and chopping when they want.Now he actually said boldly that he could help people get dragon veins!

Good one got the dragon vein!

Meng Qi laughed back angrily. He had guessed the truth from Mo Li before. The so-called mountain spirit should be the dragon's veins in the alchemist's mouth.Mountain spirits do exist, but they have nothing to do with luck at all, yet they are tied to the chariot of a certain dynasty in a certain world, as if they lived and died together, it's really ridiculous!

For Shanling, isn't this just sitting at home with nothing to do, and disaster comes from the sky?

If you want to change the dynasty, go and rebel!Why bother with a mountain?

Meng Qi was full of killing intent, not only wanted to kill Taoist Sang who was trying to please him with dragon veins, but also wanted to slaughter Tai Chi Temple.

This killing intent almost condensed into substance, piercing people's skin with pain.

Sang Daochang was the first to bear the brunt. He felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cave. He wanted to struggle but his whole body was stiff and unable to move. He wanted to beg for mercy but his mind went blank. Issued to.

Meng Qi looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at a dead object.

However, the expression on his face was very weird, his muscles twitched from time to time, showing a distorted smile.

His right hand was clenched into a fist and trembling slightly. This was the remaining rationality. He was trying his best to suppress the crazy thoughts. The soil around his feet sank, and half of the top of his boot was buried in the soil.

"...how can you help me?"

Meng Qi's voice was very soft and fast, as if he was chatting and joking with someone.But anyone who saw Meng Qi's expression and eyes would not have such an illusion.

Daoist Sang turned pale with horror, he finally understood why Taoist Changfeng was frightened to death.

Such a terrifying murderous intent makes people feel in a trance that they are not a person at all, but a mad beast, a purple thunderbolt across the sky, and a monstrous wave that can destroy everything in an instant.

Manpower is simply not enough to contend, and there is even no possibility of escape.

Daochang Sang regretted it unceasingly.

Not all alchemists admit that there is a hidden dragon's lair in the world. There are differences and disputes among the various schools of alchemists. Taoist Sang happens to be the one who believes in the existence of the hidden dragon's lair, so he naturally wants to prove it.

Now that Meng Guoshi is here, Daoist Sang is even more convinced of the theory of the hidden dragon's lair, but if people are dead, what's the point of other things?

"I..." Daochang Sang's voice was hoarse. He tried several times to make his voice, and he said intermittently, "I can find the dragon's pulse, and I can do the magic of borrowing luck... I am good at purple and micro numbers, and I have a little understanding of Qi and Huang." ..."

Hearing the word Qihuang, Meng Qi was taken aback.

Then he realized something, and his back stiffened slightly.

Someone is watching him.

——Through the smoke, he stood not far away and watched him silently.

When Meng Qi was in a daze, Daoist Sang got up and ran forward desperately, even though there was a cliff in front of him.

The old Orion, who was blind in one eye, was following the crowd to put out the fire. Seeing him rushing over, he swung his iron fork and tried his best, but the Taoist didn't even look at him, and jumped off the cliff without stopping.

"..."

This cliff is quite high, but falling down may not necessarily kill you, because the trees grow vigorously, if you are lucky and hit the tree branches one after another, you may lose an arm and a leg.

But luck is hard to say. What is the difference between jumping off a cliff and committing suicide?

"I didn't realize that Niubi is still a man, he would rather die than be a prisoner."

"Hey, come on, I think he was scared out of his wits."

The people in Shimo Village had never practiced internal skills, and they didn't listen to a single word of what Meng Qi and Daoist Sang said, so they guessed randomly.

"Below this cliff is a closed valley, there is no way out at all, don't worry about it, let's put out the fire first."

If you want to go up, you have to climb the tree, and then climb to the edge of the cliff along the dense canopy.

But now the trees at the bottom of the cliff are also burning, and the screams of the people who fell off the cliff can be vaguely heard.

In the light of the fire, the sound was very permeating.

Meng Qi felt the person behind him slowly approaching, and the familiar clear breath enveloped him. He took two breaths silently, and then his tense body relaxed.

"Why didn't the doctor stop me?"

"You just drank the medicine this morning." Mo Li's voice was calm, but he came back as soon as he realized something was wrong.

But he didn't pull or wake Meng Qi up, he just stood behind.

Meng Qi's body swayed, and he simply leaned back on Mo Li.

Mo Li hesitated for a moment, but did not push away, Meng Qi took the opportunity to turn around and hug him back, and buried his head on the side of Mo Li's neck.

When the breath touched the skin, Meng Qi saw that the tips of his ears trembled and turned red quickly.

The restlessness and anger in Meng Qi's heart miraculously disappeared.

He didn't speak any more, and he didn't push himself further, he just hugged the person and didn't let go. This posture of not letting go when he got benefits reminded Mo Li of the gerbil inexplicably.

I don't know if giving the gerbil a small piece of hard cake will also look like this.

Then Mo Li's face darkened, because according to this thought, wouldn't he be that piece of cake?

——When I go back, I won’t make any pills anymore, I’d better make medicinal soup.

Pills are not bitter, but soup is bitter.

Seeing the blush on the doctor's eartips recede, Meng Qi knew that if he hugged him any further, he would offend Mo Li. He slowly let go of his hand, and began to recall what the alchemist had tossed about in Taijing.

The more he thought about it, the darker the sternness in his eyes became.

Meng Qi vaguely understands why he is happy to be a national teacher, and he has been doing it for many years.

The Meng Guoshi of the Chu Dynasty actually didn’t have any serious business to do on weekdays. The so-called sacrifices were all handled by the Ministry of Rites, Taichang Temple, and Qin Tianjian. That's it.

So apart from working with old friends, Meng Qi made suggestions for the governance of the prosperous age, and tried every means to beat those alchemists so that they never dared to enter Beijing again.

This "beating" is not a direct beating, but to make these guys who pretend to be immortals lose face and leave in despair.

Words suddenly appeared on the blank paper, clear water turned into blood, and the talisman paper suddenly burned—at first Meng Qi struggled to debunk these tricks, but after trying to find out the principle of these tricks, he became bored later.

The rhetoric of the alchemists is different, but the tricks are always changing the soup instead of the medicine.

Not to mention Meng Guoshi, even Emperor Chu and Yuan got tired of watching it.

In the end, if the alchemist didn't have a surprise move, he wouldn't dare to show his face in the powerful circle of Taijing.

Of course, there are always some foolish men and women who believe this, and there are also clever alchemists who do not play tricks, but cheat money with their three-inch tongue.One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, as long as he doesn't bluff and deceive Emperor Chu Yuan, Meng Qi doesn't care much.

But as long as these people fail to cheat and are tied to the government office by angry people, they will be punished severely.

As for those who make trouble or even kill people with their high martial arts skills, Meng Qi will make them disappear without a trace.

Recalling the deeds of "fighting wits and courage" with these alchemists, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Meng Qi's lips.

"Doctor, my original martial arts were not so high, but those alchemists let me know the way to cultivate internal strength."

"Ok?"

Mo Li quickly realized that Meng Qi might not have a master like himself.

Qin Lu was once the number one expert in the world, Mo Li was taught by him, and almost never took a detour, Meng Qi was different.Even if he has "lived" longer in the world than Mo Li, if he wants to "learn" martial arts, he still has to spend a lot of effort.

"... At first, he knew some boxing skills, similar to the people in Shimo Shanzhai."

Meng Qi thought for a while, then continued, "I said it was the first time, but actually I don't remember the first time I became a human, and I don't know why I am a gerbil. As a human being, one must always have the power to protect oneself. I learned a little bit."

Mo Li only felt a tightness in his chest, he had never thought that Meng Qi had such an experience before.

Under the rule of the Chen Dynasty, it can be said that the people are in dire straits.

What about dragon veins?In its original form, it has no power to protect itself. When it takes human form, it has no common sense, no literacy, and no clothes on its body.Although Meng Qi only talked about learning superficial martial arts secretly, there must be more difficulties.

Unaccompanied, penniless.

Behavior is weird and people will be regarded as monsters.

"Afterwards, I practiced decently, and I can knock down five or six people." Meng Qi recalled the past, and seemed to think of something, so he laughed, "I have a friend who doesn't know each other like this. Shusheng Deng. A scholar has a violent temper and wants to strike at the slightest disagreement, but he has real skills... Later he joined the army, and naturally he learned kung fu immediately. I am good at double maces. I picked it up on the battlefield, and followed Qianfengying to learn how to use iron claws to hook high places and climb lightly, and learned archery. It can’t be said that it is the enemy of ten thousand people, but after that, the injuries became less and less.”

Meng Qi thought about it for a while, and found that Mo Li hadn't spoken, so he noticed the doctor's expression.

"... shall we go to fight the fire?"

Meng Qi suddenly felt a little guilty, he stood here without moving, and dragged Mo Li back.

Mo Li came back to his senses and led the people towards the stream.

There is a stream in this forest, and it is not a big deal to fight the fire. It is just that everyone has no water container in their hands for a while, which delays the fire from getting bigger.

Fortunately, people from Shimo Village often practice ambushes here, so there is still a secret resting place, where there are several wooden barrels besides the rope net bag for trapping.

The fire is mainly concentrated near the cliff, and other places have been almost saved.

Looking at the bottom of the cliff where the flames rolled, the head waved his hand: "Splash water!"

This is a natural ambush, it can't just be destroyed like this, without this wave of troublemakers, who knows who will be next time.

Yan Cen still remembered the yelling of Daoist Sang when he saw Meng Qi screaming. After the fire was extinguished, he gave him a wink when the head of the family took the rope down the cliff to check.

Yan Cen didn't suspect that Meng Qi had malicious intentions, but he was worried about the origins of Taoist Sang and others.

The head of the family was not happy because the cottage escaped unharmed. He said thoughtfully: "First ask them if there is anyone at the foot of the mountain, and how many people know that they have entered Shimo Mountain. Ask everyone, and then kill them after asking." .”

Sang Daochang did not die as expected, but was shaved beyond recognition by the branches, and he was choked out by the smoke.

The head of the family picked him up to question him, but Sang Daochang kept talking, crying and laughing, like crazy, but Qing Dacheng's subordinates said a lot of useful things.

It turned out that Qing Dacheng had long served the King of Wu, half of the plundered property was donated to him, and he secretly got the official seal of General Zhenwei, saying he was a fourth rank, but he couldn't get his salary, and no one knew about it.

There are many such Jianghu people under King Wu's command.

On the one hand, they can make money, and on the other hand, they can do shady things. They don’t see the King of Wu once a year, and all they receive are secret orders.

However, Qing Dacheng couldn't stay in the Dongting Gang, and he couldn't stay on the Green Forest Road for a lifetime, so he only wanted to retire safely. Being recruited by the government is a good way out, and of course he has to make some contributions.

This time I went to Yongzhou, but I didn't directly receive the secret order of King Wu.

The order only allowed them to cooperate with Taoist Sang and serve King Wu.

Daoist Sang took them around the south of the Yangtze River, and then went north to Yongzhou, saying that there was a hidden dragon cave here.

As for whether King Wu knew about it, Qing Dacheng's subordinates naturally had nowhere to know.

The head of the family even asked a few people, and they all said the same thing, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

He simply killed the half-mad Daoist Sang, climbed up the cliff again, and discussed with Yan Cen: "Let the brothers get ready, the days of peace may come to an end."

The king of Wu in the south wants to hide the dragon's lair, and the king of heaven in the west may want to attack Yongzhou.

It is really hard to find a place to live in this troubled world.

The head of the family intends to take everyone to find another place, but where can they settle down all of a sudden?Yongzhou has experienced severe drought for three consecutive years, and it is not easy to find a place with water, let alone other places, in a radius of three hundred miles.

Sorrow to sorrow, he didn't forget the ink carp.

"Where is the doctor?"

"Over there, just now when Qian Xiaolang lured the enemy with a broken pot on his back, he was hit by the leader with a hidden weapon. He didn't get hurt directly, but he fell to the ground and hit his cheek, crying with tears and snot in his nose. "

"This kid." The head of the family hurried over to see the situation.

It turned out that it was not only Qian Xiaolang who was injured, but also a few who couldn't escape being injured by those gangsters.

The most serious one had a broken arm, a bruised nose and a swollen face, and the ink carp was setting bones.

Meng Qi has long been used to helping Mo Li. Anyway, these people were much less injured than the victims after the earthquake in Qiuling County.

"This... I don't know how to thank the doctor." The head of the Shimo family was a little troubled, he couldn't have the audacity to accept the favor, but the cottage was too poor to produce anything.

"No, it was just a coincidence. When the head of the family was in crisis, he didn't look forward and backward. He was afraid of exposing the path of the cottage to the two of us. You really saved yourself."

Mo Li thought of Ning Changyuan, and said, "When it comes to repaying, if it's just the right time like mine, it's okay to save others."

The head of the family agreed without hesitation. It was just saving people, and it didn't care about the food and drink of the saved people and the rest of their lives. It really wasn't a big deal.

Mo Li asked about Daoist Sang again, and the master briefly said it, but he didn't mention the matter of the king granted by heaven.

"Recently, there has been a rumor on the rivers and lakes. It is said that the ancestor of Qingwu confirmed that Emperor Chen Li's tomb was stolen. Most people rushed to the emperor's tomb, and alchemists should be no exception."

After hearing Mo Li's words, the head of the family immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, someone came and reported that the salesman's body was found in the stone ditch and he had been stabbed in the chest.

Although Yan Cen was annoyed that the peddler's talkativeness caused this disaster, they were all acquaintances in the village. Now that they are all dead, he asked his brothers to dig a grave and bury him properly.

"Brother, you go down the mountain and look for those people from Red Mountain." Yan Cen said worriedly.

Mo Li always felt that the name Chilushan was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

There are many mountains in Pingzhou, many of which are simply hillocks, and are not marked on the map, and no one except the locals knows their names.

It was such a noisy night.

The head of the family did not rest, and went down the mountain again.

Yan Cen was stared at by Mo Li and drank a bowl of medicine. This well-informed second-in-charge was stared into a cold sweat, and he touched the bowl involuntarily.

Thinking about it afterwards, the doctor's method of forcing the patient to drink the medicine is also very strange. He doesn't get angry or criticize, just looking at you like this can make people panic and fidget.

I don't know what the origin of the person following the doctor is, and how he can withstand being stared at by the doctor every day.

The cottage is not big, so Yan Cen naturally knew that after they came back, Mo Li boiled a pot of medicinal soup.

The medicine was much more bitter than the bowl in the hands of the Second Leader. When the wind blew, the bitter taste could waft out for half a mile. People passing by that stone house couldn't help but quicken their pace.

In the end, the man drank whatever he said, without taking it seriously at all. He really was a man.

Mo Li was also very puzzled about this matter. With such a bitter medicine, ordinary people would probably vomit after taking it, but Meng Qi gulped it down like drinking a bowl of tea soup. He almost suspected that Meng Qi's sense of taste was wrong.

"Can I not drink the medicine given by the doctor?" Meng Qi raised his eyebrows.

Mo Li said blankly: "Then I'll get you a hard cake, and soak it in medicinal soup before eating?"

Meng Qi was so frightened that he sat up, losing his composure.

"You're kidding, put something else to destroy the potency of the medicine." Mo Li said slowly after watching the excitement.

Meng Qi couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that he was fearless all his life, why did he stumble with the doctor?

To be honest, the medicine was really bitter, completely different from the few times I drank it before.

Meng Qi tentatively inquired, and Mo Li said that it was a different prescription, and that there were more herbs in Shimo Shanzhai. In fact, the pills made before used this prescription.

The people in Shimo Village were busy clearing the woods outside and burying the corpses, and two days passed like this.Mo Li gave Yan Cen his pulse again, and found that his condition had eased, so he prescribed two more prescriptions for clearing away heat and detoxifying.

The effect of taking the medicinal soup is slow, if it is not for the internal strength to see the meridians and viscera, the ink carp would have to stay in the Shimo cottage for ten and a half months to determine Yan Cen's condition.

Mo Liji was concerned about Emperor Li's Mausoleum, and was about to leave after treating the other injured people in the village.

In the past two days, Meng Qi suggested some ideas to the head of the family, asking them to change the ambushes and traps outside, and to study the ambush route. The head of the house and Yan Cen both listened with gusto.

Now when I heard that the two of them were going to leave, I felt a little bit reluctant.

But there is always a banquet in the world. It is a meeting by chance, and each has something to worry about. How can we get together for a long time?Yan Cen packed some medicinal herbs and dry food, Mo Li did not refuse this time, and accepted it after confirming that there was no tiger penis inside.

It rained for a while that day, and when the two of Mo Li set off, the sky was already clear.

The people in the cottage all came to see them off, they had already gone far, and they could still be seen from afar.

"Then Yan Cen is a good material to learn the art of war." Meng Qi muttered behind Mo Li.

Doctor Mo turned to look at him: "What, do you want to accept disciples?"

Meng Qi waved his hands when he heard the words, and subconsciously said, "What can I teach? I'm not a god of war..."

In the middle of speaking, he stopped, looking in a trance.

There are naturally people who use soldiers like gods, and Meng Qi is also very familiar with people who are full of strategies.

But people are gone, how to compare?

Mo Li knew that Meng Qi was thinking about the past again, so he didn't interrupt Meng Qi's memory, but slowed down and walked not far in front of Meng Qi.

Seeing this person walking steadily where he walked, Doctor Mo suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

The years that belonged to the national teacher Meng Qi have passed away, no matter whether it is a person or a thing, it no longer exists.

Meng Qi has traveled many places in his life, but there is nothing behind him, and nothing can be left behind, only the ink carp is still in front of him at this moment.

Will not disappear, will not leave.

Because the ink carp is different from others.

Mo Li's heart was inexplicably heavy, he felt that he was not walking alone.

The dark clouds in the sky are about to dissipate, and the slippery mountain road also has light shining through the gaps in the tree canopy.

Meng Qi came back to his senses, squinted his eyes for a while, and then found that the doctor was counting money while walking.

"...Our silver should last for a while?"

"It's hard to say." Mo Li was very worried, and he even calculated the cost of staying in the hotel in Taijing.

The expenses of two people are always higher than that of one person, and all aspects must be taken into account, because Meng Qi is a person who can do whatever he wants and doesn't like to bother.

Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi, and continued to count the money.

Meng Qi: "..."

He always felt that the way the doctor looked at him had changed, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Lack of money is indeed a troublesome thing, and there is no Liu Qiandai here." Meng Qi was very emotional.

Liu Dan is the general of bandits, and he was ordered to fight against bandits in Pingzhou. It is impossible to come to Yongzhou to hang around.

"Why do you only remember him?"

Mo Li thought to himself, you can't just pick up a sheep and do it.

"Well, maybe it's fate!" Meng Qi silently swallowed the word bullying.

The author has something to say:

Meng Qi: Actually, I also have a lot of predestined relationship with the doctor.

Mo Li: ... I know you think I'm easy to bully.

Doctor Mo brewed the medicine silently, and the bitter taste wafted further.