Looking at Jiang Hengchuan's back, Meng Qi's eyes were gloomy, and finally shook his head and smiled, got off the Hero Tower, and went straight to Huang Tingguan.

Now that he has been confirmed as a non-chess piece on the chessboard, he can generously visit the young masters and ask the reason, without revealing the identity of the secret agent, but to see what the mastermind behind the scenes can do.

In Go, this is called a test hand.

Huang Tingguan, located in the east of the city, bathes in the morning light and bathes in the cold moon, and is quiet and quiet.

Qing Yu lived in the guest house, and when Meng Qi pushed open the door under the guidance of the Taoist priest Zhike, he happened to see him with his back to him, worshipping the Emperor of Heaven and doing a lunch class.

He was wearing a cyan robe, wearing a purple crown, and his movements were meticulous, not like a young man, but like an elder who had buried half of his body over the years, and he was also focused.

Meng Qi had the experience of viewing the statue of the old man in the early morning, his body and mind were calm, and he was not disturbed, sitting on the stone chair by himself, waiting for Qingyu.

After a long time, Qing Yu finished the lunch class, slowly turned around, carried the "years", and walked towards Meng Qi with an incomprehensible smile on his face: "It was a big drama last night." ”

"Big drama?" Meng Qi subconsciously asked, and immediately understood what he meant, the seemingly old-fashioned, flawed and weird conspiracy drama everywhere.

Qing Yu put away his smile and sat upright: "Master Su, what do you mean?"

"I want to know why Brother Dao came to Maoling. Meng Qi was straightforward and did not hide it in the slightest.

Qingyu raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and laughed: "It turns out that you are not." ”

"I'm not. Meng Qi was not ashamed.

Qing Yu didn't answer directly, but stroked the Xingchen blade of the "years": "Since you are not, why does the poor Dao sue you?"

"Because it has something to do with the trap I stepped on last night. The corners of Meng Qi's mouth twitched.

Qing Yu still didn't answer, and looked at Meng Qi fixedly, looking like I wouldn't speak if you didn't come up with valuable news.

Meng Qi paused: "'Shocked Baili' came here because of the chance that his family was involved, and 'Counting the common people' came here because someone compared the layout with him, um." Take every young master who comes to Maoling as a chess piece. ”

Qing Yu touched the hand of "years" and tightened it suddenly, his face changed slightly, and then he became cold: "Someone sued the poor road, there are ruins in Maoling, and there will be many young masters, including several people in the top ten, and the poor road can find them to learn from them as much as you like, so the poor road is here." ”

"You're here to learn?" Meng Qi thought of what Qing Yu said upstairs to the hero, but he believed this reason.

There was a hint of fanaticism on Qingyu's face: "Yes, I will be the hero of the world." ”

"I don't know who sued you?" Meng Qi pointed to the core.

Qingyu shook his head: "I don't know." Someone sent a letter to the poor road, and Maoling is the hub of the river, there are many masters, and the sneaky villain can't make a big move, and it will definitely not hurt the poor road, so he thought about it and came to Maoling to explore, but the result was in line with the content of the letter, but he didn't expect to be used as a chess piece by others......"

Speaking of the last half of the sentence. He gritted his teeth a little.

"Actually, it's very simple to break the game. Meng Qi smiled.

Qing Yu's hand holding the knife relaxed: "I want to hear it." ”

"As long as Brother Dao leaves Maoling, each of you will return to your own family, no matter what the layout. Any conspiracy will come to naught. When he said this, Meng Qi suddenly had the feeling that he was persuading the runaway child to return to the arms of his parents.

Qing Yu snorted: "How can Poor Dao be a timid mouse? Since someone dares to use Poor Dao as a chess piece, then Poor Dao will turn off their chessboard." See what they're capable of!"

"And the more this happens, the more young masters come to look forward to, if not for a while. How can you be willing to leave the poor road?"

Seeing that Qingyu's attitude was very firm, Meng Qi's tongue was weak, so he could only say: "If you find clues in the future, please let Brother Dao know." ”

Qing Yu held the handle of the "years", put away his pride, stubbornness, and gnashing his teeth, and said without waves: "You have to prove one point, the clues of the poor road will not be entrusted to people, if you take great pains to tell you the news, but you die directly in the dark corner, wouldn't it be in vain to waste the strength of the poor road?"

Tasting the meaning of Qing Yu's words, Meng Qi arched his hand: "Please also ask Brother Dao to teach." ”

Qing Yu did not draw the knife immediately, but looked at Meng Qi's eyes, and said word by word: "The sword technique practiced by the poor Dao is the 'Five Directions and Five Emperors Knife' contained in the "Heavenly Emperor Jade Book", a total of five styles, and thousands of evolutions. ”

As he spoke, his momentum gradually rose, noble and majestic, looking down on the common people, and the surrounding void swayed slightly, as if he was worshipping the master.

In ancient times, there were the Qing Emperor East Prince, the Golden Emperor West Queen Mother, the Black Emperor Zhenwu, and the Fire Emperor Fengxi, and called the world, and the Central Emperor of Heaven synthesized the "Five Emperors of the Five Directions", but they were all inferior to the Emperor of Heaven half a chip, so the Qing Yu had the Emperor of Heaven to suppress the ancients.

Among them, the Fire Emperor Fengxi is the demon saint, and when the heavenly court falls into the dust, the nine heavens disappear, the heavenly emperor falls, and the other three emperors either disappear or sit down, they will reach the peak, and the demon will chaos the earth.

With the stone table, the stone bench, the grass, the trees, the smoke of the Huang Tingguan, and the bird's nest flying in the sky, complement each other, harmonious and shared, both full of red dust, but also not in the world: "The knife technique practiced under the is 'Ananda Breaking the Ring Knife', the red dust is rolling, karma is retribution, and the immortals do not take off." ”

The only thing he can report his name openly and openly is the "Ananda Breaking Ring Knife Method", and at this time, he also operated the mental method of this knife move, his spirit was released, and he was half integrated into the environment.

At the same time, Meng Qi used the Eight or Nine Xuangong to deliberately change the reaction of the outer muscles and the transmission of true qi on the surface of the body, and he couldn't sense Qingyu's state, and he couldn't let him snoop lightly.

Qingyu slowly pulled out the "years", his movements were clumsy, revealing a strange caution, as if he was afraid of alarming the time, leaving a mottled and full of charm.

A knife shines brightly, and the deceased is like a husband!

The qi machine was pulled, Meng Qi also reached out to the handle of the knife, the movement was extremely fast, like an illusion, Qing Yu just had the idea that he was going to draw the knife, and he saw the silver and white lightning leap out.

Life is also fast, death is also fast, life is a white horse passing through the gap, in an instant of infinite beauty, brilliant life, this is the true interest of red dust.

Meng Qi's state of mind has changed, so that he can draw the knife so quickly, allowing countless movements to explode in an instant, imprinting for years.

Of course, this also comes from the mutual stimulation of the momentum of the two sides. Under the traction of the air engine, they all climbed to the peak that was difficult to climb in the past.

That's why there are so many strong people looking for opponents of equal strength, easy to get, good enemies are hard to find, if there is no "you", I wield a knife alone, how can I touch the will of heaven?

Qing Yu's movements were extremely slow, the charm was long, and his voice was ethereal, as if falling from the nine heavens:

"This knife is 'Qingdi Destroying Immortality'. ”

As soon as the words fell. "Years" are like electricity, falling from the sky.

The trajectory of this knife is mysterious, it cannot be described in words, without a little wind, the knife strength seems to have disappeared, and the surrounding airflow has not changed, but Meng Qi feels that the vitality is disappearing, and it is throwing itself into the "years".

The vitality of the fallen leaves disappears, and the vitality of the stone table disappears. Your own vitality is also disappearing!

If life is cut off, what is the difference between hiding and not hiding?

The silver-white lightning flickered, and the wild snakes danced wildly, flickering. It's like a ghost.

The sword light is ethereal, like greed, like detachment.

Qingyu's eyes froze, his face was fanatical, and the years were slowing down.

It was this slowdown! The "wound of the sky" shot out. cut into the knife momentum of "Qingdi Destroying Immortality" and grasped a little vitality!

When! The two knives clashed, and the sound was clear. Like a bell.

"Good knife technique!" Qing Yu put the knife back into the sheath and praised it impartially, his face full of excitement about the fight.

"'The Green Emperor Destroys Immortality' has few flaws, but the person holding the knife is not the Green Emperor, but also the heart of Hongchen. Meng Qi praised in this way.

He was overjoyed to experience a wonderful knife technique, and he couldn't wait to go back and ponder it carefully, so as to enhance his accumulation of knife skills and improve the essence of the knife path.

"Holding the precepts and breaking the precepts, with one heart and two sides, is worthy of being the pinnacle of the sword. Qing Yu paused and said, "After receiving the letter, Poor Dao once mobilized the resources of his sect to find the people behind the scenes, but he didn't gain much, but he only found traces of two lost exercises. ”

"What exercises?" Meng Qi's spirit was lifted, it seemed that Qing Yu was not as arrogant and arrogant as he looked, and he had only come here after investigation.

Qing Yu smiled: "Others don't know it, but this sect is the Heavenly Emperor's Dao system, how can they not recognize it, one is the 'Nine Fire Luo Heavenly Formula' of the Fire De Xingjun, and the other is the 'Returning to the Hidden Ten Thousand Things' of the 'Wenqu Xingjun'." ”

"The Lost Heavenly Court Exercises...... Meng Qi thought a lot, and he couldn't be sure which force it was, Gu Demon Maiden was likely, and it was also possible for the 'mythical' organization with the name of 'Ancient Gods'.

Qing Yu patted the "years", his sleeves fluttering, and his expression was happy:

"That's the end of today's discussion, and the next time we meet, the poor Dao will be the 'Fire Emperor Burning Qiankun'. ”

"Good. Meng Qi was so happy.

Both of them are swordsmen from the outside, and they are afraid of the people behind the scenes, so they do not continue to consume each other's strength.

............

After leaving Huang Tingguan, Meng Qi's vigilance was immediately raised, and he had a son, how would the people behind the scenes respond?

The rest of the young masters have not yet surfaced, and they don't know who else they are, so they can only temporarily rest and wait for changes.

Back in the courtyard where he rented, Meng Qi saw that the coffin had been taken away by Jiang Hengchuan, and the courtyard was empty, so he got rid of distracting thoughts and began to practice the Golden Bell Jar and Eight or Nine Xuangong, which were fundamental and must not be forgotten for a while.

Knock knock.

At dusk, the knock on the door startled the birds, making Meng Qi sober up from his cultivation.

Before the door was opened, he had already sensed the identity of the person from the breath, movements, etc., and it was Jiang Hengchuan, who was "shocked for a hundred miles".

"Clues?" Meng Qi squeaked open the courtyard door.

Jiang Hengchuan's face was slightly gloomy: "No, the characteristics of the wood carving are obvious, but the craftsman has been found, but people come and go in a day, many people buy wood carvings, and the wood carvings themselves are similar, how can he remember who bought this wood carving? I used some means to confirm that he did not lie or conceal it, and the note was completely clueless." ”

The so-called characteristics of wood carving obviously refer to the pure handmade zuò, different craftsmen have different styles and characteristics, it is not difficult to distinguish if you find someone who knows the goods, and the wood carving itself refers to the same kind of wood carving of the same craftsman, although it does not reach the exact same Cheng dù, but he himself must not be able to distinguish which wood carving was sold at that time, unless it is particularly perfect or incomplete, and the people behind the scenes cannot buy special wood carvings with high resolution.

"I'll study the wood carvings and the strips of paper and the paper balls. Meng Qi frowned slightly, "By the way, which craftsman is it?"

"Li Craftsman in Huanghua Lane, make his own and sell it on the street. Jiang Hengchuan returned these three things to Meng Qi, and said goodbye first, intending to investigate other clues from Tingfeng Xiaozhu.

Meng Qi first looked at the note with "Crazy Knife" Su Meng written on it, and found that the ink on the edge of the note was slightly blurry, as if the person who wrote it had touched it.

Then he picked up the wood carving and went straight out the door.

If others can't ask, they may not!(To be continued......)