I Honor

: Jiangdong

Hearing Dongyang Biefu, Meng Qi’s first reaction was the secret grassland mentioned by Li Chong, a magical place that only those who are destined can enter, and this can also explain why Lao Zhongtou followed Qiu Fei to Jiangdong, and will investigate Cai Tutou near the ship turned into a zombie to sneak into the cabin to hide and listen to the secret.

But after thinking about it carefully, Meng Qi found something wrong again. If it was really the secret place of the grass cottage, the undercurrent should be Yangxia, not Jiangdong Maoling. Could it be that the two have nothing to do with each other? Cai’s investigation went in the wrong direction

Suppressing his doubts, Meng Qi stunned the servant, returned to the cockpit, and told Zheng Jushan and Li Chong: “Pay close attention to Qiu Fei’s movements.”

“Yes.” The official ranks crushed people to death, and the secret agents of the wind catcher will also submit reports about the arrest of the headZheng Jushan respectfully accepted their confidential information.

The next day, just after Meng Qi woke up and practiced the sword once, which relieved his meridians, he saw Zheng Jushan entering the yard.

“Su Qingshou, after confirming that Lao Zhongtou escaped, Qiu Fei went directly to the boat to Jiangdong.” Zheng Jushan said secretly.

Meng Qi was taken aback for a moment: “Go to Jiangdong”

This matter is really related to the undercurrent of Jiangdong Maoling

“Qiujialou’s ship is full of goods sold to Jiangdong, but I’m not sure whether Qiu Fei will disembark halfway.” Zheng Jushan described it objectively without adding any personal judgment.

Meng Qi’s thoughts raced, thinking of the characters in Jiangdong, his blood boiled for a moment, and he was eager to try.

Then go to Gangdong

The autumn air was crisp and the sky was bright. Meng Qi looked at the vast river and the rolling waves. He patted the railing and murmured in a low voice:

“The solitary sail is far away and the blue sky is gone, only the sky of the Yangtze River can be seen.”

This scene and this state can really cleanse the soul and broaden the will.

A month ago, Meng Qi failed to explore the secret place of the thatched cottage, so he boarded the passenger ship and followed the Qiu family’s boat down the river without rushing all the way. Now he has just entered the border of Jiangdong.

Jiangdong. The collective name of Jiangzhou and Pengzhou is located in the east of the great river, also known as Jiangzuo and the left is the east. The damage was the least in the previous catastrophes. First choice for sharpening.

Taking a few deep breaths of the river breeze to refresh his mind, Meng Qi returned to his cabin. He took out the item in his arms, which was the Jianghu mansion newspaper he took from the secret contact point of the six doors when the passenger ship docked for supplies just now.

The Jianghu Dibao, as the name suggests, is a newspaper document issued by the headquarters of the Six Gates to all states, counties and cities.

It comes out every two months and is written in condensed summary form, mostly relationship scenes. A small part involves enlightenment.

In the exterior scene, Meng Qi passed by in a flash, and there was no incident that affected him, and he went to the summary of intelligence about enlightenment later. He looked very focused:

“Jiang Zhiwei, the fairy of Absolute Sword, appeared in Dizhou, and the twelfth place on the list of losers is Cui Zhe, the Ziji Sword.”

“Shocked for hundreds of miles, Jiang Hengchuan married Lujiang Prefecture Daxing, which seemed to reconcile his mood. Seeking the unity of heaven and man.”

“Counting all the common people, Wang Siyuan was seriously ill for a month, and lived in the ancestral home of the Wang family in Guangling, Jiangzhou, and never went out.”

Meng Qi tapped the table lightly with his fingers. As expected, the successors of the sutras were condemned by heaven, frail and sickly, and died young if they failed to become Dharma bodies. However, Jiang Dong really lived up to his name. Before I finished reading, I found that the top ten of the two people are here:

“The Long River of Sword Qi and Yan Chong practiced swords by the seaside of Pengzhou.”

“Young Master Qinglian, Liusu, got drunk in the outer building of the Ying City Tower.”

“The Invisible Sword He Jiu crossed the sea and came back again, and landed from Langya, Pengzhou.”

“Those who suspect the wolf king’s iron promotion, go south quickly, as if they want to go to the east of the river.”

“Wufang Emperor Dao Qingyu entered Maoling on August 19th, and meditated in Huangting Temple.”

“Buddha Heart Palm Xuanzhen will go down to Shaolin and take a boat to the southeast.”

“Heartbroken at the end of the world, Ruan does not return, on August 23rd, go boating on the sea, a song of heartbroken, fish across the shallow waves.”

“Shouzheng Sword King Zai once again challenged No Xing Yiyue Chu Yunyu, who was in the top 20 on the list, and it was a tie.”

These records are simple and cold, but Meng Qi’s eyes are stimulated, because behind each short sentence is hidden a young talent who shocked the world, the top 20 masters on the list, is the opponent he wants to challenge.

The flame of fighting spirit was burning in Meng Qi’s heart. Looking out of the window, the sun reflected on the water, and the golden color was brilliant, which caught people’s eyes.

“Walking in the rivers and lakes, that’s how it should be.” Meng Qi closed the mansion newspaper, flicked it with his fingers, rubbing his true energy, and ignited the paper.

The flames burned slowly, and quickly burned the mansion newspaper that Meng Qi was carrying. Just as it was about to spread to his right hand, he threw it just right, turning into pieces of black butterflies, and sprinkled them on the surface of the river.

Jinlin follows the waves, the towering city looms in the distance, and Maoling is about to arrive.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, full of anticipation, and boarded the deck. This time, he carried a sword and a sword in his back, and wore a black outfit, intending to show others the identity of “Crazy Sword” Su Meng.

When approaching the wharf, a tall building boat came from downstream and headed for Maoling Wharf.

On the deck of the building ship, a young man in white sat behind the chessboard, watching the endgame with full attention, as if he was thinking about the way to solve it.

He has beautiful facial features, like a woman, with a pale face and a thin figure. When the river wind blows, his clothes dance and are crumbling, giving people a feeling of weakness.

Cough, cough, suddenly, the young man in white coughed violently, covering his mouth with his right hand, while the maid next to him worriedly but eagerly patted his vest to help him soothe himself.

The coughing stopped, and the young man in white put down his right hand covering his mouth. With Meng Qi’s eyesight, of course he could see the bright red in his palm.

When the line of sight touched, there seemed to be an air force pulling him. The young man in white raised his head and looked at Meng Qi.

Meng Qi nodded politely, and the young man in white responded with a calm smile.

The tall ship turned around and sailed into the pier, blocking Meng Qi’s passenger boat and also blocking the sight of the two of them.

Meng Qi was about to lament that the illness of the young man in white seems to be lingering in his gut, and it has become a chronic illness. If there is no elixir, he can only take care of it slowly.Although they were far apart, Meng Qi had no way to know the enemy mentally and check the enemy with true energy, but just now, under the traction of Qi, he still had a slight sense of spirituality. Except when he coughed, every move of the white-clothed man was in line with the world, Nothing unnatural, discordant, seemingly ordinary. Indistinguishable from normal, but definitely extraordinary.

“Heaven and man are one at all times,” Meng Qi thought in a little astonishment, this is the realm where the door to life and death can be opened at any time

After being taken aback for a moment, he suddenly laughed, as it should be, this is the style of Jiangdong

Talents are everywhere, perverts are everywhere

“This way, I don’t want to sharpen it anymore. The feeling of using the knife is good, good, good.” Meng Qi secretly said the word “good” three times. Being able to fight against so many talents, even if you fail, it is still a gain

But who wants to win

The passenger ship turned and sailed slowly into the pier. Not far away, the water gate of Maoling was guarded by the iron general, waiting for the hero to open it.

“It’s the best of life”

“He also came to Maoling”

Meng Qi whispered, he has six doors of intelligence support, so he was not blind yesterday.

The sun is setting. The thatched cottage is illuminated like a fire.

A young man in his twenties, dressed as a farmer, was chopping firewood, boiling water, and cooking in peace and tranquility. There is no trace of impatience, as if enjoying everything.

He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and only a pair of thick eyebrows that attract people’s attention. There seems to be no difference from other farmers, but there is movement and movement. All of them have a subtle charm, a natural and true interest, a tranquil and far-reaching charm.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a dart entered the room and stuck it on the beam, two rooms away from the kitchen where the “young farmer” was.

The man smiled and shook his head, without showing any irritation, walked slowly to the beam and pillar, pulled out the dart, took off the note, and unfolded it for a look.

“Maoling”

He was half puzzled, half sighing.

In the restaurant, a young gentleman was drunk.

His appearance can only be called good, but he has an elegant temperament even when he is drunk. down to earth.

Gulu, he took a sip of wine and was about to refill it when he touched a note.

“What’s this?” He opened it bleary-eyed.

“Maoling,” he murmured to himself, and immediately laughed, “how can it compare to fine wine?”

He slapped the table and sang loudly:

“The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names.”

At the seaside, when the tide is high, a wave rushes to the embankment, and sometimes high waves hit it.

On the embankment, sat a young man, dressed in a black suit, with a long knife across his knees, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to the coming high waves and tides.

He has a square face, and his facial features are only good, but he gives off a tough and heroic feeling.

The waves hit, several feet high, majestic and majestic, about to split the embankment.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, his light was as real as it was, and he swung the long knife out.

The saber is surging, the saber intent is surging, and the saber is surging, as if it has turned into another high wave, and a little tide surges on the shore.

Sympathy

boom

The two “waves” collided, and the sound of crashing was deafening, like a tsunami erupting.

The long knife flew back, and the waves collapsed and turned into sprays, scattering white foam.

The young man put the knife back into its sheath, turned away from the embankment, and walked towards his landlord.

“There is your letter.” The landlord saw the scene just now, his face turned pale with fright.

The young man tore up the letter and narrowed his eyes slightly:

“Maoling”

In a ruined temple, a tall, thin but powerful man let go of his right hand, allowing the corpse in his hand to fall to the ground.

“Is this the top player in the Central Plains?” He said in a strange language, with an indifferent expression and unwavering eyes, like a cruel beast.

He leaned over and found a piece of paper from the corpse’s arms, and read it out in Dajin official dialect:

“Maoling”

On the tall building boat, the young man in white stopped coughing, took out a note and read it, and said to himself with a half-smile:

“Maoling”

He motioned for the maid to hand over the paper and pen, and wrote with a pen:

“Crazy Saber Su Mengxi came to see his aura. It is worthy of the name. There is a trace of emperor’s aura entwined. He may become Zhao’s running dog, or cast six doors.”

He tore off these two lines of characters and kneaded them into a chess piece.

s: The second is seven o’clock, and the third is eleven o’clock.

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