Meng 49 sword

Yin mountains, secret realms, monsters, countless doubts intertwined in Meng Qiqi's heart, like a fine spider web.The more he thought about it, the more he felt that these things were too strange, so he got out of bed, found a pen and paper, and began to scribble.He listed everything in chronological order, trying to discover something.

"Eight years ago, a monster appeared in the Zhang family's quarry. Seven years ago, Master Nephew, you also appeared here, and you were hunted down. It is very likely that Yinshan was involved in this matter. Six years ago, a monster ran away. After leaving the secret realm of Tianzhu Mountain, I was killed on the spot... I was thinking, if I push forward or backward, is it possible that there are other monsters that also ran out?"

"But I haven't heard any rumors." Chen Boyan said.What Meng Qiqi said was not impossible, but in that case, the situation would be too bad.In other words, the worst thing is that he didn't hear any rumors, because it is very likely that someone, like the Zhang family, hid the monster.

But the Zhang family did it for the blood spar, so what did the others do it for?

Meng Qiqi said again: "Don't forget what we discovered in the secret realm of the royal family. The monsters have begun to give birth to intelligence, and they are constantly changing. You should know this better than me. Do you think one can only think like a human being?" monster, what will it look like in the end?"

"There is no solution to this problem. This is beyond our control." Chen Boyan said.

"Yeah, I can't control it, but if you want to use this to stir up wind and rain, it's doable." Meng Qiqi narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the writing on the paper again, burned it up in a ball, and said: " Do you produce soul grass from Yinshan Mountain every year? Have you sold it to the Haicha Chamber of Commerce?"

"I was the one who handled this matter. All the things that go out of Yinshan Mountain must have my seal. But after I left the Chen family, this matter was handed over to Fangxin." Chen Boyan frowned slightly, as if thinking of something Bad things.

"Your brother?" Meng Qiqi asked.

Chen Boyan nodded, and said: "Yes, and the one I cooperated with before was not the Haicha Chamber of Commerce, but another company. It's just that Haicha continued to grow and annexed that one three years ago."

Meng Qiqi lowered her eyes in thought, it seems that this soul grass fell into the hands of the Haicha Chamber of Commerce, it was purely a coincidence.But why did Meng Qiqi feel that this matter was not that simple?He was faintly worried, and this kind of worry was more of an intuition, which couldn't be put into words, but couldn't be lingered.

"Little uncle still has doubts?" Chen Boyan asked.

Meng Qiqi paced back and forth in the room with her hands behind her back, walked slowly from one end to the other, then lifted her clothes and sat down on the bed, looked at Chen Boyan cross-legged, and suddenly said: "Tell me, is it because Zhou Ziheng knows What, so it was silenced? Back then, he had been investigating the secret realm. Before he disappeared, he left me a map, guiding me to the depths of the secret realm, where Zhou Ziheng’s handwriting was left. Note The above is a conversation between him and another person. He asked that person to meet at sunset. Later, I met a person there who could also make one hundred and eight swords. I don't believe it was Zhou Zi Well, maybe, his lotus flower was taken away by someone, so he is really dead."

Although Meng Qiqi always called Zhou Ziheng an "old man", without Zhou Ziheng, he might just be a little mad dog who lost his lover, lying in the mud and turning into a pile of carrion. just die.

Their relationship is both teacher and friend, father and son, and Meng Qiqi has never given up looking for it all these years.He didn't believe that Zhou Ziheng died like this at all, with an inexplicable death and no bones left.

But the more people involved in this matter and the more serious the situation, the less likely Zhou Ziheng is still alive.

"Little Martial Uncle?" Chen Boyan called Meng Qiqi back who was a little distracted, but Meng Qiqi still couldn't control his anxiety.He frowned tightly, feeling the urgency of time, but he was powerless.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder.He turned his head, and his eyes followed the hand with the sharp knuckles on his shoulder all the way up, and fell into Chen Boyan's eyes as deep as night.

"Don't worry, Zhou Ziheng is the number one swordsman in a thousand years, he won't be so easy to trouble." Chen Boyan's voice was low and soft, still cold, but just right.

Meng Qiqi took a deep breath in his heart, and after a long time, he calmly said, "Did you know my nephew? He is one of the two most important men in my life."

"One?" Chen Boyan's voice was lower and lighter.

Suddenly, Meng Qiqi felt the hand holding his shoulder tighten slightly.He blinked, and said: "Yes, the number one sword cultivator in a thousand years, the demeanor of the little master is unrivaled. He not only saved me back then, but also led me on the road of cultivating immortals, so..."

"So?" Chen Boyan looked straight at Meng Qiqi with a frighteningly calm expression.

Meng Qiqi felt that he was going to tear herself apart, and said with a smile: "Nephew, great master, don't forget that you are a gentleman."

Chen Boyan's eyes dimmed, but he let it go obediently.He felt that he was a little... out of control at the moment, and he shouldn't be like this.But he was sure that Meng Qiqi did it on purpose, his little uncle had a bad mind and would always come to him every now and then to get angry with him.However, he hadn't recovered his memory yet, and his instinctive possessiveness towards Meng Qiqi was ebbing and flowing, becoming so tough for no reason.

Looking at Meng Qiqi's sly eyes at this time, he must be thinking of something bad again.

Sure enough, in just one breath, Meng Qiqi acted like a junior uncle again and ordered Chen Boyan to pour tea.After getting the tea, he took a sip from the teacup and said, "Thank you for your kind words, the old man is really powerful, and he won't die so easily."

After the words fell, Meng Qiqi sighed helplessly again, changed the subject, and said, "But your little uncle and I are far behind. You grabbed me like that just now, and my shoulders must be blue. Grand nephew, you have to take responsibility." ah."

If Taoist Wuyan was here, he would be so angry that he would come alive.

Chen Boyan didn't answer, but stared at Meng Qiqi with scorching eyes, a spark suddenly burst out from the calm deep pool.

Meng Qiqi took a sip of tea leisurely, seeing that he didn't answer, she said, "Why, don't believe me, do you want me to take off my clothes and let you check it?"

"Little Martial Uncle." Chen Boyan was really... helpless.

"You remember now that I'm your little uncle?" Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows and said, "Why didn't you remember that I was your little uncle when I was grabbed just now, with my hands and feet, my eyes are disrespectful, Mr. Fang , you are not good at all."

"The nephew knows he's wrong, but I'll punish him with my junior uncle." Chen Boyan lowered his head.

Meng Qiqi raised the corner of her mouth, and immediately took out a small jade bottle from the Sumeru Ring, "Then come over and help me with the medicine."

Chen Boyan was silent for a while, and then asked: "Where is the master?"

"My shoulder, isn't it because you made it blue?" Meng Qiqi blinked.

Chen Boyan: "..."

Meng Qiqi was overjoyed, and immediately put all her anxiety and uneasiness into the back of her mind.Mr. Fang is such a lovely person, it makes his heart tremble.

The more he thought about it, the happier Meng Qiqi became, laughing so hard that he was staggering on the bed, unable to do anything right.Unexpectedly, his hand was empty, he was slightly stunned, and looked down - the jade bottle was robbed.

Chen Boyan stood by the window, casting a shadow that just happened to cover Meng Qiqi's entire body.

Meng Qiqi suddenly felt a chill go down her spine, and moved back slightly, but it didn't help at all.Chen Boyan held the jade bottle and looked at him calmly, turned his eyes to his shoulder quietly, and said, "It's here, right?"

"Master nephew, gentleman, gentleman..."

"Why do you have to remind me again and again, you know it's fake, don't you?"

Chen Boyan smiled, the smile was almost undetectable, but Meng Qiqi could clearly see the corners of his mouth curved.

This is too bad.

What's worse is that he was stuck on the bed by Chen Boyan, he couldn't fight with Chen Boyan, could he?If the inn falls apart, Dong Cai's family will cry until their hearts are broken.Anyway, he is Chen Boyan's junior uncle, so he doesn't believe that Chen Boyan can do anything to him.

Thinking of this, Meng Qiqi was as calm as before, and said seriously: "If you know it yourself, contradict the teacher, go back and receive the punishment yourself."

"Yes, little uncle." Chen Boyan obediently responded, but his hand had already touched Meng Qiqi's belt, and with a light tug, he untied his coat.

The two got too close, but Chen Boyan was still slow and unhurried.Those bony hands walked under Meng Qiqi's nose, although they were always separated by clothes, they seemed to have touched his hot skin.

Meng Qiqi couldn't help thinking about the past, logically speaking, he wasn't the one who lost his memory, he was never seen by Chen Boyan, so he should be very calm.

It should be Chen Boyan who is not calm.

But Meng Qiqi's body didn't listen to him, her skin was hot and her heart was beating wildly.He couldn't help holding his breath, staring at the hand that was about to remove his last coat, the memory of the past was like a raging wave on the sea, making him dizzy.

And what about Chen Boyan?

Except for those deep eyes with invisible bottoms, he seemed to be the same.

Meng Qiqi gritted her teeth and kicked him out.However, Chen Boyan seemed to have expected it, and grasped his ankle with ease, while the other hand couldn't help stroking his collarbone, gently stroking the scar on his collarbone.

Just at this moment, the window was pushed open from the outside, and a figure jumped in neatly, closed the window, and turned around—frozen frame.

Shen Qingya: "..."

Meng Qiqi: "..."

Chen Boyan: "..."

Shen Qingya left, walking fast, he even used his body skills, pushed the door out with a hush, and disappeared into the corridor.

Meng Qiqi pushed Chen Boyan away and hurriedly got off the bed.He wanted to explain, but it was too late.

Chen Boyan held back his forehead and suppressed a smile. Finally, he tidied up his slightly messy clothes slowly, and said, "Little Martial Uncle, Brother Chen is probably tired, and is in a hurry to play back and rest."

Meng Qiqi looked back and smiled: "Get lost."