Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Let's say that when Meng Qi regained consciousness, he found that the clothes on his body were gone, and he became a gerbil again.

The doctor was next to him, with some bush thorns hanging from the corner of his robe, looking dusty and dusty, as if he had walked a lot in one night.

This is Longjiao Peak?

Meng Qi subconsciously determined this place. Looking at the boulder in front of him, his dusty memory was further revived.

That's right, this is the place with the most aura in Shangyun Mountain, and it was also his original home.

For as long as he can remember, he has lived here.

Although this mountain rock looks huge, the hole in which it can live is very narrow, and it cannot be said how comfortable it is.

It seems that from the moment he realized that he "existed", the gerbil wanted to leave the stone and wander somewhere else.

It's a pity that Longjiao Peak is too high, the gerbil is too small, and the wind outside the rocks is too strong, which trapped him there for many years.

In addition to abundant spiritual energy, he basically did not eat or drink, and was directly slept by gerbils for many years.

——Since you can’t go out, you can only sleep.

Meng Qi stroked the intermittent images in his memory.

There are many quiet places with pleasant scenery in the [-]th peak of Shangyun Mountain, but Longjiao Peak has nothing but stones and sand.

He doesn't know what the doctor's mountain looks like, and his side is definitely bare.

This is very frustrating.

No, Longjiao Peak is just a horn, and he is the mountain spirit of Shangyun Mountain, so the whole cannot be ignored.

Not bald at all!

It's all a coincidence!

The gerbil was relieved, and then patted the soil on its body slowly with its paws, thinking that its behavior was elegant and calm, but the ink carp next to it looked anxious for it.

The reach of the fat mouse's paws is limited, and its fur is pure white, so it will turn yellowish and grayish when it is stained with dust and sand.

The gerbil patted it carefully for a long time, but in the end it only cleaned the hair on the sides of the body and the chest.

So standing in front of the ink carp was a fat rat with a white body in the middle and sand grains under its head and belly, let alone its back that couldn't be scratched by its claws.

The meat shakes when it is moved, and grains of sand keep falling down.

The ink carp suspected that if the fat mouse was stuffed into the bamboo cup and shaken up and down, and then the gerbil was released, half of the sand might be left in the cup.

The gerbil walked over and looked at the ink carp apologetically.

Before it could do anything, suddenly a gust of wind blew and something flew up.

The gerbil's black bean-like eyes were wide open, and it ran away without thinking.

--clothing!

Although Meng Qi didn't have a clear consciousness before, he instinctively put his clothes in a relatively sheltered corner.As a result, when the ink carp came, it reached out to catch the dimly glowing ball that suddenly fell out, and accidentally pushed the clothes to the side.

The ground here is high and the wind is strong, there are only a few places that can not be blown by the wind, and each shelter area is very narrow, even if it is only slightly crossed, it will be swept away by the wind immediately.

When it turned into its original form, the clothes it took off disappeared due to an accident, so it could only be naked. This has always been Mo Li's biggest worry.

As a result, until now, this kind of accident has never happened to him, but it happened to Meng Qi.

There are always strong winds on Longjiao Peak, so this kind of thing must not have happened many times, right?

Several thoughts popped up in Mo Li's mind, but he didn't stand still, and helped Meng Qi chase after the clothes - the clothes were worthless, but there was still a soft sword wrapped inside.

It was also because of this sword that the clothes were not blown off the cliff directly by the wind, but rolled up stumbling on the mountain road, sometimes hanging in the air, sometimes sticking to the ground.

"..."

When the soft sword is not infused with internal strength and is not wrapped around the waist, it is like a tape measure with a harder material.

It is much lighter than ordinary long swords, but it is a sword after all, and it still has some weight.

The soft sword turned into a round wheel hidden in the clothes, and was blown down the mountain by the strong wind. A round gerbil chased after it desperately, because it seemed to be rolling because it ran too fast.

Mo Li wanted to laugh, but felt it was not good, so he restrained himself.

He raised his breath and performed lightness kung fu, and within a few breaths he overtook the gerbil, and stretched out his hand to grab the clothes.

"Sarah—"

Mo Li had half an extra sleeve in his hand.

The clothes bought in the market are made of ordinary materials, which cannot withstand such repeated tossing.

Mo Li stretched out his hand again, and the edge of his palm was filled with zhenqi formed by internal force, and the rolled up clothes suddenly shattered into pieces, revealing the outline of a soft sword.

But the soft sword was stimulated by the internal force, and the blade suddenly straightened, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The gerbil also arrived in time, stomping on the ground with its hind legs, and stopped in front of the soft sword.

Fragments of clothes were flying freely, and the gerbil looked up, and then a piece of cloth fell from its head to cover it inside.

At the same time, Ruanjian and the gerbil rushed all the way to bring down the scattered gravel on the mountain road, and buried the gerbil with a crash.

The ink carp was so startled that it hurried to dig.

Meng Qi threw away the rag covering his eyes, feeling heavy.

Because Mo Li was helping him pat off the sand and dirt on his body, he just expressed his heartfelt love to the person he likes last night, and today he chased after this heartfelt sword, no matter whether it was demeanor or momentum, it was all gone.

Not to mention the sudden madness in the middle of the night, leaving the doctor behind and running across several mountains.

Meng Qi was a little depressed, he thought his illness was much better, but it was not at all.

When he realized that the silly round aura still existed, like a broken string, if Liu Dan appeared in front of him just now, Meng Qi was not sure that he would be able to hold back this time.

Looking at the gerbil sitting on the ground in a daze, the ink carp gave a dry cough. He first put away the soft sword, and then put the luggage on the ground.

"Find a piece of clothing to put on."

After speaking, he turned around.

Meng Qi silently changed back, opened the bag to find clothes.

He knew that Mo Li was adhering to the principle of being a gentleman, so he would never turn his head to peek. Besides, it was not that he hadn't seen the front, the doctor had no interest in him at all.

Mo Li recognized the rustling sound of dressing behind him, looked at the huge rock in the distance, and thought about that intangible shiny ball, is that the little dragon vein born in Shangyun Mountain?

The ink carp couldn't feel that the ball had self-awareness.

As a tree, the dragon veins of Mount Silang are more spiritual than it.

"Doctor." Meng Qi interrupted Mo Li's thoughts.

This time Meng Qi honestly took out his clothes and did not touch the ink carp.

Mo Li glanced at him, carried his bag again, and did not return the sword.

Meng Qi hesitated to speak.

He didn't know if Mo Li "confiscated" the sword to prevent the accident from happening again, or because of the name of the sword.

——Does accepting "sincerity" mean accepting sincerity?

Meng Qi thought about what happened that day, smiled wryly and shook his head, how could it be the second kind?

"Doctor, I'm sorry, I didn't expect...it's still alive."

No matter how stupid a mountain spirit is, it is still a mountain spirit, and no matter how disgusted it is, there is no way to fight back and "rebirth" again.

Meng Qi thought of how he had once seriously discussed with Mo Li about how the same race should have children, and the answer was ridiculous.How could he have imagined at that time that the mountain spirit actually grew out of the ground by itself.

There is no need to give birth at all!

"It is estimated that he was seriously injured and injured his origin, so he hid here to recuperate."

Meng Qi was very angry when he mentioned this matter.

Longmai is very territorial, and that rock is where the "gerbil" was born.

At first, there was a "thief" devouring spiritual energy in Shangyun Mountain, and Taijing Longmai was not happy. This time it was even more exaggerated, and his hometown was taken over.

However, Meng Qi couldn't get into an attack, and was afraid that Yuantuan would scare him away, so he had to block it back.

Meng Qi told Mo Li how stupid that little gerbil was, there is such a clumsy mountain spirit in the world, it is luck that the alchemist didn't catch it.

Mo Li shook his head and said, "The alchemist firmly believes that there are dragon veins in the world, but he doesn't believe that the dragon veins will grow legs and run around. How could they come to catch them?"

Meng Qi was puzzled. Although he believed that the mountain spirit was the dragon's veins, every time the doctor mentioned the dragon's veins, he felt as if something had been forgotten by him.

Strange, what is it?

"Shangyun Mountain is full of aura, and it is a good thing that mountain spirits are born from the branches." Mo Li sighed.

Qimaoshan did not have such good luck. He could get a fat baby while sitting at home without going out.

There is no fat baby, just catch a small fish on the edge of the foot of the mountain.

Mo Li thought of the hard work he had done in the mountains to grow ginseng, raise white foxes, and take care of giant snakes, hoping that they would turn into monsters, but in the end all of them were useless, while Meng Qi didn't do anything, and a small dragon vein grew in the ground .

This is really a person who is more angry than a dragon, and a dragon who is more angry than a dragon.

"Okay, let it grow on its own in the spiritual acupoint." Mo Li sighed.

Meng Qi cooperatively stretched out his hand to check Mo Li's pulse, which seemed to be the third time in a day.

Mo Li didn't care as much about frequency as Meng Qi, he carefully felt the flow of Meng Qi's internal energy, and stuffed a tranquilizing pill.

"How much do you remember?"

"Not many, it's basically related to that Yuan Tuan." Meng Qi never named the little gerbil.

Because the gerbil is himself, he also doesn't want to use this name to call Yuantuan.

Mo Li asked thoughtfully: "The earliest thing you can recall, about how long ago?"

"I can't tell, it's not Chen Chao anyway." Meng Qi frowned.

Before he became "Meng Qi", he squatted on the beam of an academy in Longwei Peak for many years in the shape of a gerbil.

There are also large and small temples and Taoist temples in the mountains. Some places still exist today, while others have fallen into decline.

Meng Qi blurted out: "By the way, the day I turned into a human form, I was watching Yang Daozhi's paintings in Liuhe Temple on Longzhao Peak."

Yang Daozhi is a saint of painting, and the story that the tiger he painted will disappear from the scroll is still circulating.

The saint of painting was born 300 years ago. After Mo Li calculated it, he found that Meng Qi was in a state of anxiety.

Mo Li persuaded: "You will remember everything sooner or later, don't worry."

Meng Qi looked at Mo Li, but said nothing.

He thought that the age of 87 could not be kept.