Aggrieved Fish Sprite

If the fate does not come, the money bag will naturally not be delivered to the door.

Not only do they have to continue to suffer from poverty, but they also have to drink a bowl of concoction that is so bitter that their tongues astringe.

Meng Qi was awakened from sleep by the bitter taste every morning.

Before he opened his eyes, his brows were wrinkled, the corners of his mouth were involuntarily pursed, and he turned his head to try to avoid the smell.However, there is on the left, there is on the right, and the bitterness of the concoction is pervasive.

If he fell asleep lying down, Meng Qi might put the quilt over his head.

However, in the wilderness, let alone a quilt, there is no bed at all.

I can only find a tree trunk to lean against, and occasionally a dilapidated house to block the wind, and then assume the sitting posture of practicing inner strength, all night until dawn.

A place to rest isn't hard to find, as long as you're not fussy.

The hardest thing to find is the water source, and the water has to be clean.

There is still water in some rivers, which looks clear, but when you scoop it up with a bowl, you find the water is cloudy. Many people in the rivers and lakes don’t care, and drink it after boiling it. The ink carp wants to boil medicine, so naturally they don’t want to use such water.

Spring water is the best, but unfortunately there is no one here, so we can only settle for the next best thing and find a well to draw water.

Fortunately, I can distinguish spiritual energy, and it is much easier to find water sources than others.

It was twilight, and the ink carp was sitting by the fire, not looking at the earthen pot where the medicine was boiled, but at Meng Qi who was not far away.

Seeing the other party's brows furrowed, his expression gradually becoming uncomfortable, with a look of suffering, Doctor Mo smiled a little more, and intentionally sent out a burst of internal energy, so that the smell wafting from the medicine pot was directed at him. Meng Qi blows.

The hot fog came one after another, and Meng Qi's hair smelled of bitter medicine.

He finally opened his eyes reluctantly.

The ink carp turned its head and added firewood as if nothing had happened.

"Morning, doctor."

Meng Qi stretched his arms, yawned lazily, and then his eyes narrowed due to the bitter mist of the medicine that was sucked into his mouth.He reached out to pick up the clothes on his body, lowered his head and smelled it, and there was also a smell of medicine.

I had a vague dream last night, it seemed to be like a gold and iron horse, and there were swords and swords.

It was chaotic, and familiar faces came and went in the dream.

With so many ups and downs in the past, I feel that this dream is exhausting, and I can't get rid of it. In the end, I was walking in the dream, and suddenly there was an extremely bitter taste out of thin air, which washed away all the bitterness and sadness. Cloud Nine.

The hazy dream was disturbed, so Meng Qi woke up.

"..."

I don't remember what I dreamed at all.

Including the people who appeared in the dream, and what they said.

Even the disheartened and tired feeling in the dream is like the snow that has been illuminated by the sun, and only the lowest layer of ice remains.

Is this considered a doctor's medical skills?

Boil a medicine to cure the nightmare?

Meng Qi thought with complicated emotions, he quickly walked out of the shabby room, washed his face with cold water, and rinsed his mouth.

The smell of medicine on his body could not be eliminated, so Meng Qi was only worried for a while, and let it go.

When he came back, Mo Li was roasting the hard cakes on the fire, without raising his head, he said, "There are only two pieces of hard cakes from Shimo Mountain left."

"How far is it to the nearest village?"

"Maybe around noon." Mo Li just looked at the map.

Meng Qi looked at the medicine pot in front of him, wanted to sigh but held back, and said solemnly: "Doctor, last night I dreamed that I fell into a deep lake, and there was no light around..."

Mo Li paused, looked at Meng Qi and thought, could it be that this person has recovered his memory of being the Dragon Vein of Taijing?Reminds me of Lingquantan in Qimao Mountain?

Just when Mo Li thought that Meng Qi was going to say "there is something faintly in the lake, like a fish", Meng Qi picked up the medicine pot and said sadly, "I didn't realize until I woke up that it actually fell into the lake." into the medicine jar, because the smell of the lake water is too familiar."

"..."

Doctor Mo thought blankly, the gerbil must have fallen into it!

Meng Qi asked earnestly: "Doctor, how long do you have to drink this medicine?"

Mo Li didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to give Meng Qi his pulse, feeling that the movement of his inner breath wasn't as vaguely obstructed as before, he relaxed his serious expression, nodded and said, "Well, I'll drink another dose today, and I'll change it for you tomorrow. Fangzi."

This is really unprecedented good news. Meng Qi felt that if he drank it, he would not be able to distinguish the normal taste. Eating cakes tasted bitter, but drinking water tasted bitter, and even the doctor might become bitter.

Meng Qi wanted to go back and think about it, but there was no look of joy on his face, and he was quite calm.

As soon as he raised his head, he finished drinking the medicine.

Dr. Mo had seen what is called "Taishan collapses before the face does not change" at Meng Guoshi's place. If it was another doctor, Meng Qi might be fooled by him, thinking that he is not afraid of hardship at all, and then respect him in awe.

——Perhaps an outstanding general must have such ability.

What is bitter medicine? If you put up an empty city plan to doubt the military strategy, wouldn't it be possible for the enemy to see a flaw if you lose face?

Mo Li sensed Meng Qi's intention, which was to save face and image.

Just like that gerbil, which is obviously round and chubby, but insists on making a calm posture in front of itself, thinking that it is standing straight, but what is the difference between sitting and standing?

Mo Li was amused, but didn't say anything.

He broke open the hard cake and divided Meng Qi in half.

Because of the influence of Meng Qi, Mo Li deliberately maintained his demeanor.

So even though I was in a dilapidated thatched hut surrounded by dead trees and crows, desolate and desolate, with rough wheat cakes in my hands, it looked like I was drinking and enjoying the scenery in a beautiful palace, enjoying myself.

Halfway through eating the ink carp, the sound of horseshoes was vaguely heard.

He looked at the dust rising in the distance, and he was sure that it would not come here, so he ignored it.

There was a red flag hanging in the horse team, and when they passed the abandoned village, they didn't slow down, just rolled the dust like this.

"There seemed to be someone over there just now?" the leader of the cavalry asked.

"Going back to the leader, I did see the fire."

The leader of the horse team knew that his subordinates hadn't seen it clearly. He wanted to say something, so he shook his head after a pause.

Although those two looked very strange, when the treasure of Emperor Li's Mausoleum came out, people from the rivers and lakes who thought they had some strength were rushing to Taijing, maybe they were old monsters from a certain gang that hadn't been around for many years.

There is still a long way to go, more things are worse than less things.

The team quickly disappeared.

Looking at their backs, Meng Qi casually asked: "Doctor, you might as well guess who these people are."

Mo Li thought for a while, and he felt that these people were not like officers and soldiers, but they were very different from those who put on airs in Jinfeng Villa. The queue was orderly, and there was no confusion in their running.

"Escort?" Mo Li guessed an answer.

"Almost." Meng Qi smiled and gestured, "I guess they are the red-clothed gang that Ning Changyuan mentioned."

There are only three Jianghu forces in Yongzhou, and the Red Clothes Gang is one of them. It is said that the leader of the gang is very skilled in martial arts.

Just as he was talking, Meng Qi saw a group of people walking in the distance.

They didn't have the momentum of the Red Clothes Gang anymore. Not only did they have no horses, but they also went together in twos and threes.

Maybe it was a night of driving. Everyone looked exhausted. Seeing a village here, they quickly quickened their pace and wanted to find a place to rest.

As a result, the only house with a roof has been occupied.

That's all, the two people who arrived first looked weird.

Dressed in ordinary clothes, the posture he puts on looks like a famous martial arts legend playing chess and swords.

People in the Jianghu are informal, and they don't pay much attention to posture when they sit. Even if there is a self-proclaimed identity like Mr. Jinfeng, he will bring many servants and subordinates to decorate the broken house luxuriously and comfortably.

Only after reaching a certain status and getting older, will you pay attention to your outward bearing.

After all, martial arts seniors should pay attention to virtue and respect.

"...Who are these two people?"

"No, I don't know."

"It seems to have a strange smell?"

The crowd stopped far away, whispering to each other.

No one dared to step forward, and all wanted to wait for others to come forward.

It's a pity that there are no fools among them - martial arts seniors, it sounds nice to say, but they must be righteous people, but there is no writing on their faces, so who knows if they are righteous seniors or evil masters?

"I think it's an elder of the Tianshan sect."

"No, the Tianshan faction has never cared about Jianghu affairs. It may be a member of the Qingcheng faction. Didn't I hear that there was a rising star of the Qingcheng faction who somehow fell into Pingzhou? It seems to have something to do with the Holy Lotus Altar!"

"Maybe it's some hidden master. The southwestern side is not peaceful, and the people in the Holy Lotus Altar are becoming more and more arrogant. Whether they are righteous or evil, everyone has a lot of opinions on them..."

This group of people guessed all the gangs from all over the world, but they didn't come to a conclusion, but Mo Li and Meng Qi listened to a lot of gossip.

Some are unfamiliar, while others are familiar.

For example this one -

"I met someone a few days ago. It is said that the people from Jinfeng Mountain Villa stumbled. They didn't even know the name of the other party. Everyone was knocked down. Li Di Mausoleum really has treasures, and even these hidden masters showed up I don't know if you and I can get a share of the action."

After Mo Li ate the last piece of cake, he was puzzled to find that those people had been squatting at the entrance of the village without any movement.

After they looked back, the ink carp didn't care too much, and got up to clean the medicine jar.

"It moved, that person moved!"

"..."

Mo Li lowered his head in a daze, and glanced back over there,

Everyone retreated in a hurry, and found no movement after a while, and walked forward cautiously for a while.

Because there was still a distance between them, they couldn't see the faces of Meng Qi and Mo Li, and they didn't know that Mo Li was holding a medicine pot.

"What are they doing?"

"Maybe we want to fight." Meng Qi had a half-smile, and he raised his hand to signal, "For example, if you bring some sword energy or saber energy, the thatched cottage will fall apart in an instant, only the place where we are sitting is safe. Cracks appear on the ground , the fire was scattered, but it didn't touch our robes. Even if they stood so far away, they could feel the strong wind blowing in their faces."

Ink Carp: "..."

Do people in the Jianghu live like the script?

When you meet two masters on the road, you will immediately see a sensational martial arts competition?

"How did they know that we are the enemy?" Mo Li was full of doubts.

"If you don't agree, you can fight. Old friends can also compete." Meng Qi thought for a while and explained, "Basically, it is meaningful to have other people to witness it. If you don't rely on these, how can the reputation in the martial arts be widely spread?" Spread? Every time the meeting coincides, people in the Jianghu are willing to watch the excitement, and the masters are also willing to compete."

It is not easy to mix rivers and lakes.

"Besides, there are many masters who do not move for a long time, and have been confronting each other."

That's why you shouted and moved?

Mo Li looked at those Jianghu people who were inexplicably excited and lingered for a long time, and felt speechless for a while.

"Then if we talk now, shouldn't we be regarded as enemies?"

"No, maybe we thought we were mocking each other." Meng Qi suppressed a smile and said, "For example, the pearl of rice grains also shines. It's just a superficial trick. Today I want you to see the true meaning of my sword."

After speaking, he put out the fire and helped Mo Li pack up his things.

Sure enough, there was another shout.

"That person also moved! Hey, but there is no movement at all... What kind of martial arts is this?"

"Who said there was no movement, didn't the fire go out?"

The ink carp couldn't help speeding up its movements, stuffed things together, lifted the bag, and ran away first with lightness kung fu.

It doesn't matter if the people of the rivers and lakes don't do it.

The author has something to say:

Is it wrong to want to look good in front of the person you like?

Is it wrong to want to maintain your demeanor in front of people who like you?

Jianghu people: look, it's moving! !

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Meng Qi: Maybe wait and see Enter the Dragon

Mo Li: ...What's so interesting about fighting fish and rats?