Crazy knife into Beijing!

These four words quickly spread in the Shendu, and there were people in the streets and alleys, and I don't know how many good people were looking forward to it and inquiring about Meng Qi's place of stay, guessing the purpose of his fanfare to enter the Shendu.

For them, the exterior is too far away from themselves, and the list is real, "within reach", and they can talk about it, saying that one day they or their children will be on the list?

Therefore, the number one person in the limelight entered Beijing first, which naturally caused a sensation. "It's just the number one on the list, not even half a step, why do you need to visit the prince in person, and send someone to invite him to be flattered. "In the Antai Building, the environment is quiet, the rockery trees are their own world, Feng Zheng is slightly contemptuous," and according to Yan Chong, he has not yet reached the level of He Jiuwang Siyuan. ”

Zhao Yi, the king of Jin, walked between the shades with his hands behind his back, and said with a low smile: "The number one person who can kill the wolf king is not allowed to be underestimated, today is not half a step, what about three years later? What about five years later? Ten years from now? ”

Feng Zheng was only a little dissatisfied with the fact that his master attached so much importance to Su Meng, and he could still listen to the truth, yes, although the emperor was not in the prime of the Spring and Autumn Period, he was still far away from his twilight years, and no one knew how long he could stay in the ninety-five, maybe three or five years, maybe ten years.

And the first place on the previous list, except for the part that died sideways, most of them became the scene not long after they got off the list, and the best of them advanced by leaps and bounds and grew rapidly, such as Su Wuming, Gao Ran, Han Guang and others, so don't look at the current just one person who is the top of the list, and when it needs to come in handy ten years later, maybe he will be a grandmaster!

Even if it is only three or five years, Su Meng can be expected to become an outstanding among the first-class masters on location!

"The prince is far-sighted......" Feng Zheng smiled slightly.

As a personal eunuch, although he is quite wary of the prince's trust in others, who doesn't want the master to follow to be capable?

Walking through the atrium of Antai Building, Zhao Yi saw a lake and landscape, shaded by green trees. Deserted, only a few small buildings stand in it, enjoying the joy of seclusion.

"Although it is a rockery, but it can occupy such a wide place in the outer city of Shendu, Antai Building really lives up to its reputation. Zhao Yi stopped to enjoy the scenery.

Feng Zheng snorted: "If the Son of Heaven is so swaggering at his feet, sooner or later he will cause trouble. ”

The background of Antai Building is mysterious, and it is said that it involves some families in Shendu.

Zhao Yi smiled and shook his head, jumped over the "small lake", and walked towards the small building at the farthest end.

When they got to the front of the building, a waiter came out. Said respectfully: "Master Su invited the two of you to go upstairs to taste tea." ”

Feng Zheng's face changed slightly, he was a little embarrassed, and glanced at Meng Qigao, although the two of them did not deliberately hide and hide, but they were not making a big show, trying to pretend to be ordinary people, who knew that Su Meng actually sensed it in advance!

The waiter led the way in front, and his footsteps were very light, so that Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng also restrained their voices.

Went upstairs. Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance, he changed into a green shirt and robe, and sat behind the table, with three teacups in front of him. The copper stove next to it is reddish.

The autumn breeze blowing slowly, the picture scroll shaded by green trees, the room with the fragrance of bamboo, and the "red" stove boiling spring water. The teacup is as green as smoke and rain, the elegant and diluted man, a qiē and a qiē. It's all so peaceful and quiet, even the long knife lying horizontally on the table has lost the slightest murderous aura, and people can't bear to open their mouths to break this feeling.

Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng didn't make a sound, sat down slowly, heard a slight sound in the pot above the copper stove, and understood that it was already the first boiling.

And Meng Qi in their eyes was not in a hurry, picked up the smoke and rain-colored teacups, and let them close to the copper furnace, scorching their surfaces.

It didn't take long for the grunt to erupt, as if countless blisters were rising from the edges, and it was gaining momentum.

Meng Qi put down the teacups slowly, arranged them in a row, and his movements were implicitly reasonable, leisurely, and not the slightest impatient.

In the eyes of Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi, they only felt that his movements were natural, and his gestures complemented the quiet place, allowing the impetuousness and eagerness in his heart to sink slowly.

The sound of boiling was loud, the heat came out, and the white mist was swirling, Meng Qi reached out with his right hand, grabbed the soup pot without any smoke and fire, and poured the water into the teacup.

The water flowed like a line, like a light, Meng Qi held the tea whisk in his left hand, stirring the tea powder.

In the white mist steaming, the tea powder rolls, gushes up the water surface, rises and falls between the ups and downs to stretch the body, or for the dragon and tiger, or into the green peak, strange and strange, majestic and magnificent.

Looking at Meng Qi's unhurried tea, watching his movements that secretly fit the rhythm of heaven and earth, looking at the swirling white mist and noodle soup milk, Zhao Yi felt that his inner impetuosity was completely washed away, and the whole person was immersed in this quiet and peaceful world, and his mind was calm and content.

"This is the Dragon and Tiger Peak of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the tea flavor is strong, the strength is extremely strong, and it takes three boiling water to surrender. Meng Qi smiled, his voice soft and gentle but full of confidence, which was extremely harmonious with the tranquility.

Zhao Yi was relaxed physically and mentally, seemed to forget the troubles and struggles outside the small building, quietly watched the milk flowers in the teacup rise and fall, smelled the refreshing fragrance, and his tone unconsciously became gentle: "I never thought that I was good at tea ceremony." ”

"Recently, I have been learning to reconcile my mind. Meng Qimo clutched his teacup.

Thinking of the kind of tranquility and tranquility that he almost brought himself into just now, Feng Zheng squinted his eyes and glanced at Meng Qi again, the number one person on the list was really a bit extraordinary.

He didn't experience the unity of heaven and man to break through to half a step, and then boiled up the intersection of inside and outside, and lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm.

"I don't know why His Highness is here?" Meng Qi still looked at the noodle soup.

Zhao Yi looked at Meng Qi, who seemed to be peaceful and humble in front of him, and said with a low smile: "You have the grace to save your life for Lone, and when you arrive in the Divine Capital, how can Lone not fulfill the friendship of the landlord?"

"If you have a heart, you can do it. "Meng Qi is like an old monk, not moving.

Zhao Yiruo said casually: "The sword slashed the wolf king, the world shook, and now he has entered the divine capital with this momentum, but what earth-shattering event do you want to do?"

Meng Qi smiled: "The gods are full of heroes, so they naturally meet friends with martial arts." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked out the window and whispered, "The wind is blowing." ”

The sky was dark, and there seemed to be a continuous autumn rain coming.

Zhao Yi didn't ask any more questions, with a smile on his face, he chatted about the affairs of Shendu, and made enough gestures of a warm host, and the guests and hosts were happy for a while.

Finally. When he saw Meng Qi serving tea, he got up consciously, and said with a smile: "Although Lone is not talented, he can still say a few words about the affairs of the gods, if there is something difficult, just open his mouth." ”

He didn't mention anything like wooing, just a greeting to visit an old friend.

"Thank you, Lord Wang. Meng Qi sent the guest to the staircase, watched the two leave, and nodded slightly, compared to Xingyunzhuang. Zhao Laosan's cultivation of the city government is another layer deeper, but if he mixes into the Qionghua banquet, many things are not easy to handle, do you want to do Infernal Affairs and secretly help Lao Wu fight for scenery?

In thought, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spit it out.

"It's so bad...... Fortunately, there is the etiquette of serving tea to guests......" Meng Qi frowned.

He was a true beginner, and in the afternoon he saw Dr. Tea so divided. So he painted a gourd in the same way, pretending to be a master to bluff Zhao Laosan.

Outside the building, raindrops were already falling.

Zhao Yi put his hands behind his back, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier on his body that rebounded the rain: "What?"

Feng Zheng understood what his master meant. Shen said: "Don't underestimate it, I almost have the feeling that He Jiuwang was far away at the beginning, but the time is still shallow, and it is a little bit hot." If there is a fate, it may be able to ascend to the sky in the next step of the qi and machine, if it can be drawn. It will be of great use in three or four years. ”

For this kind of genius, his tone is always a little sour, he gives up part of his body, and the sword is on the sidelines, so that he can get involved in the exterior and break through the difficulties in the future, and a character like Su Meng, once he enters the scene, he will enter the country very quickly, just like Su Wuming at the beginning, one day a year!

"This kind of character is the most arrogant, has a sincere attitude, intersects equally, and does what he likes, but unfortunately he was too underestimated when they met for the first time...... Zhao Yi sighed.

The raindrops are falling, the sky is turning from light to thick, and the autumn wind and autumn rain are terrible.

Meng Qi reconciled his state of mind, sat on the chair with his eyes closed, facing the autumn rain, as if listening to it and falling asleep, when he reached his current realm, the main thing was to sense the heaven and the earth, and boil the fire of the inner heaven and earth.

Unconsciously, night fell, and Meng Qi's right hand moved slightly, flicking it on the hilt of the knife.

"Qian Qian of the Divine Capital Martial Arts Hall, please advise Su Shaoxia. A voice came from afar, full of energy, clear as a bead falling in the ear, but with a slight vicissitudes of life, it seems to be a master of years of enlightenment.

"Dare to ask where the road is?"

The sound came from far and near, a sword light lit up, as if sympathetic to the night sky, and a little starlight fell through the thick clouds, illuminating the rain curtain.

In the thick of the night, the sword struggled and wandered, as if the trapped beast was looking for a way to break through.

Meng Qi almost sang, sighed, and grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand.

The sword is as light as a dragon, slashing out swiftly, absorbing all the vitality around it.

And although it is a gathering of life, it itself is dead, and it slashes the sword light in an instant.

Life and dissipation, qi dissipation, light, the long sword as if it had lost all spirituality, snapped into two, and fell to the ground.

"The road is underfoot. Meng Qi put the knife back into its sheath and still sat on the chair, as if he had never gotten up, and had been quietly listening to the autumn rain.

Outside the building, there was a figure standing quietly in the rain, without any defense, and was drenched like a chicken in soup.

After a while, he whispered to himself: "The road is under your feet, the road is under your feet......"

Looking at the broken long sword, he suddenly had a feeling that his restraints were freed, as if he understood something, but he didn't understand anything, and rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.

After a while, in the midst of the dripping rain, another voice sounded:

"Du Linxi of the Du family came to ask for advice. ”

The comer was just about to get closer, and suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if a knife qi was approaching, so he even transformed into a method and made one move after another, but no matter how he dealt with it, the invisible sword qi followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it!

It wasn't until he withdrew ten steps that he didn't have that creepy sense of knife energy, and his forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.

After a while, he turned his head and left, not daring to stay any longer.

The autumn rain is continuous, and the sound of the rain is like a music that inspires people to sleep, revealing the tranquility of the late night and a little melancholy.

And just like that, the sky grew brighter and the rain cleared.

Many people in the rivers and lakes are curious to get closer to the small building, and last night's voice was far away, and they have also heard it.

"Look, those few footprints should be Du Linxi's, obviously stepping on the wind!"

"But he didn't even enter the small building within ten feet......"

"That's an eighty-pound dragon stick that sweeps all directions!"

"The playboy's folding fan...... Split in two!"

They were dumbfounded, because all traces were far away from the small building, and it was also a foot away recently.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person said: "Then, isn't that the 'Xingzhao Sword' of the Qian Pavilion Master?

What kind of person is Qian Qian of the Huiwu Pavilion? At the age of forty, he is one between heaven and man!

He was actually three steps away from Xiaolou

"The owner of the Qian Pavilion has not been able to break through for some reason, but has become chattering, and his strength has decreased significantly...... "Someone is trying to find an excuse.

But halfway through the conversation, he himself sighed:

"The mad knife Su Meng lives up to his name. ”

The people around thought that they only heard the sound of rain and the sound of self-declaration of their names last night, and there was no sound of fighting, all of them were dull, and then sighed and echoed:

"The first person on the list is the first ...... on the person list"

Meng Qi was in a sense of harmony with heaven and earth, breathing the morning sun, swallowing purple qi, not knowing when the rain would stop, as if he was sleeping.

At this time, the waiter of Xiaolou came up and said in a low voice: "Su Shaoxia, the Shendu Su clan sent someone to invite." ”

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were as clear and deep as a peaceful lake.

It's time to come. (To be continued......)

PS: By the way, there is something to do tonight, and tomorrow the first chapter will be at half past twelve at noon.