Hearing Dongyang Beppu, Meng Qi's first reaction was that Li Chong had mentioned the secret realm of Caolu, a magical place that only those who were destined to enter, and this could also explain why Lao Zhongtou followed Qiu Fei to Jiangdong and turned Cai Zhutou, who had investigated the ship, into a zombie to sneak into the cabin to hide and listen to the secret.

But if you think about it carefully, Meng Qi has a trace of something wrong, if it is really the secret realm of Caolu, the undercurrent should be Yangxia, not Jiangdong Maoling, could it be that the two have nothing to do with it, Cai Zhutou investigated in the wrong direction?

Suppressing his doubts, Meng Qi stunned the servant, returned to the bilge, and instructed Zheng Jushan and Li Chong: "Pay close attention to Qiu Fei's movements." ”

"Yes. "The official level crushes people to death, and the wind catchers will also submit confidential information about the head catchers, Zheng Jushan respectfully agreed.

The next day, Meng Qi had just woken up and practiced his sword and soothed his meridians, when he saw Zheng Jushan enter the courtyard.

"Su Qingshou, after making sure that Lao Zhong had fled, Qiu Fei directly got on the boat to Jiangdong. Zheng Jushan transmitted the sound into the secret passage.

Meng Qi was stunned: "Go to Jiangdong?"

Is this really related to the turbulent undercurrent of Jiangdong Maoling?

"Qiu's boat was full of goods sold to Jiangdong, but it was not sure if Qiu Fei would disembark halfway. Zheng Jushan does not add any personal judgment and describes it objectively.

Meng Qi's thoughts were flying, thinking of the character style of Jiangdong, and his blood was boiling for a while, and he was eager to try.

Let's go to Koto!

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

Autumn is crisp and the sky is bright, Meng Qi looked at the vast river, rolling waves, patted the railing, and whispered:

"The lonely sail is far away and the sky is clear, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. ”

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

A month ago, Meng Qi unsuccessfully explored the secret realm of Caolu, boarded a passenger ship, and followed the Qiu family's ship down the river, not rushing all the way, and now he has only entered the Jiangdong territory.

Koto. The joint name of Jiangzhou and Pengzhou, located in the east of the river, also known as Jiangzuo (to the left is the east), the least damaged in the previous catastrophes, the characters have ancient charm, the talents are numerous, famous in the world, it is the first choice for young masters from all over the state to travel and sharpen.

Taking a few deep breaths of the river breeze and refreshing his spirits, Meng Qi returned to the cabin. took out the things in his arms, which was the Jianghu Mansion newspaper that he took the opportunity to pick up from the secret contact point of the Six Doors when the passenger ship docked on the shore to replenish supplies just now.

Jianghu Di Bao, as the name suggests, is a newspaper document issued by the headquarters of Six Doors to all states, counties and cities, which is a relatively important matter in the rivers and lakes, so as not to be heard of by the headhunters.

It is published bi-monthly, written in a condensed form of abstracts, mostly related to the location. A small part involves enlightenment.

In the exterior part, Meng Qi passed by in a flash, and there were no events that affected him, and there was a summary of the intelligence about the enlightenment later. He looked at it very intently:

"'Absolute Sword Fairy' Jiang Zhiwei appeared in Dizhou, the twelfth on the list of losers, and the 'Purple Sword' Cui Zhe. ”

"'Shocked 100 miles' Jiang Hengchuan knotted Jiangzhou Daxing, and seemed to reconcile his mood. Seek the unity of heaven and man. ”

"'Count the common people' Wang Siyuan was seriously ill for a month, lived in the ancestral house of the Wang family in Guangling, Jiangzhou, and never went out. ”

Meng Qi's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop. The heirs of "The Sutra" really suffered from God's curse, were weak and sickly, and died young if they didn't become a Dharma body, but Jiangdong really lived up to his name, and before he finished reading it, he found that the top ten of the two people list were here:

"'The long river of knife qi' Yan Chong practiced knives on the beach in Pengzhou. ”

"'Qinglian Gongzi' tassel is drunk in the outer building of Yingcheng Tower. ”

"The 'invisible sword' He Jiu crossed the sea and came back and landed in Langya, Pengzhou. ”

"The suspected 'wolf king' iron ascender, quickly going south, seems to want Jiangdong. ”

"The 'Wufang Emperor Knife' Qing Yu entered Maoling on August 19 and meditated in Huangtingguan. ”

"'Buddha's Heart Palm' Xuanzhen went down to Shaolin again and took a boat to the southeast. ”

"'The end of the world is broken' Ruan Bugui sailed on August 23, a song of liver and intestines was broken, and the fish was shallow and shallow. ”

"'Shouzheng Sword' Wang Zai once again challenged Chu Yunyu, who was in the top 20 on the list, and tied it. ”

......

These records are simple and cold, but they stimulate Meng Qi's eyes, because behind every short sentence there is a young talent who shocks the world, the top 20 masters on the list, and the opponent he wants to challenge.

The flame of war intent burned in Meng Qi's heart, looking out the window, the sun reflected the water, golden and brilliant, eye-catching.

"Walking the rivers and lakes, that's exactly how it should be!" Meng Qi closed the newspaper, flicked his fingers, rubbed his true anger, and ignited the paper.

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

With the golden light, the majestic city looms in the distance, and Maoling is about to arrive.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, his heart was full of anticipation, and he boarded the deck, this time he carried a sword and a sword, and he was in a black suit, intending to show himself as the "mad knife" Su Meng, who was above board the turbulent undercurrent of Maoling.

When approaching the pier, a tall building boat came from the downstream in the opposite direction, also heading for Maoling Pier.

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

His facial features are beautiful, like a woman, his face is pale, his body is thin, and when the river wind blows, his clothes dance, and he is crumbling, giving people the feeling of being weak and unable to help the wind.

Ahem, suddenly, the man in white coughed violently, covering his mouth with his right hand, while Yahuan next to him patted his vest anxiously and eagerly to help him soothe.

The cough stopped, and the right hand of the man in white covering his mouth was put down, and with Meng Qi's eyes, of course, he could see the bright red in his palm.

As far as his eyes touched, there seemed to be a qi machine pulling, and the man in white raised his head and looked at Meng Qi.

Meng Qi bowed his head politely, and the man in white responded with a calm smile.

The tall ship turned and sailed into the dock, blocking Meng Qi's passenger ship behind and blocking the view of the two.

Meng Qi was about to sigh that the illness of the man in white seemed to linger in his intestines, and he had become a stubborn disease, if there was no elixir, he could only slowly recuperate, and suddenly came back to his senses, what he felt just now was wrong!

Although they were far apart, Meng Qi had no way to mentally know the enemy and check the enemy with true qi, but under the traction of the qi machine just now, his spiritual sense still had a slight sense, except for when he coughed, the white man's every move was in line with heaven and earth, and there was no place that was unnatural, disharmonious, and seemed ordinary. No different from a normal person, but definitely extraordinary.

"Heaven and man are one at all times?" Meng Qi thought to himself with a slight astonishment, this is the realm where the entrance of life and death can be opened at any time!

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly laughed, it should be like this, this is the style of Jiangdong!

Talents are everywhere, and perverts are all over the streets!

"In this way, I no longer have the intention of sharpening, the love of the knife! good, good, good!" Meng Qi secretly said three good words. Being able to play against so many talents, even if you fail, is a gain!

But who doesn't want to win?

The passenger ship turned and slowly sailed into the wharf, and not far away, the Maoling Water Gate guarded the city like an iron general, waiting for the opening of the hero.

"It's 'counting all the people', right?"

"He's coming to Maoling, too?"

Meng Qi whispered, he had six doors of intelligence support, and he was not blind yesterday.

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

The sun is setting. Illuminate the grass house like a fire.

A young man in his twenties dressed as a farmer chops wood, boils water, and cooks in peace and quiet. There is no trace of impatience, as if enjoying a qiē.

He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and only a pair of thick eyebrows that attract attention. It seems to be no different from other farmers, but between the movement and the movement, every move. All have a subtle charm, a natural and true interest, and a quiet and far-reaching charm.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a dart entered the house and stuck on the beams, two rooms away from the kitchen where the "young farmer" was.

The man smiled and shook his head, not showing annoyance, and walked slowly to the beam, pulled out the dart, took down the note, and unfolded it.

"Maoling ......"

He was half puzzled and half sighed.

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

In the restaurant, a young man is getting drunk.

His appearance can only be called good, but he has a temperament that looks elegant and dusty even if he is drunk, and his bold attitude does not reduce this feeling, but it is more flattering, with a little vicissitudes brought by the young man's white head, he really looks like a fairy descending to earth.

Gollum, he took a sip of wine and was about to pour it again, but he felt a note.

"What is this?" he said, his eyes widening drunkenly.

"Maoling ......," he muttered to himself, and then laughed, "how can it compare to fine wine?"

He slapped the table and sang:

"The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. ”

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

At the seaside, it is at high tide, and waves rush to the embankment, sometimes high waves crash.

On the embankment, a young man, dressed in a black suit with a long knife crossed his lap, sat quietly with his eyes closed, oblivious to the approaching high waves and tides.

He has a square face, and his facial features are just good, but he gives people a sense of toughness and heroism.

The waves are beating, a few feet high, majestic, and want to break the embankment.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and the light was like substance, and the long knife was swung out.

The knife was surging, the knife intent was surging, and the knife was rushing, as if it had turned into another high wave, and a little tide on the shore swelled with it.

Sympathy between heaven and man!

Bang!

Two "waves" collided, and the noise was deafening, like a tsunami erupting.

The long knife flew back, and the waves disintegrated, turning into sprays and scattering a piece of white foam.

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

"There is your letter. When the landlord saw what he had just seen, his face turned pale with fright.

The young man tore up the letter and looked at it, his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Maoling ......"

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

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

"Is this the master of the Central Plains Human List......" he said in a strange language, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were waveless, like a cold beast.

He leaned over and searched out a piece of something that looked like skin but not skin and paper from the corpse's arms, and read it out in the official dialect of the Great Jin Dynasty:

“...... Maoling ......"

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On the high-rise ship, the man in white stopped coughing, took out a note and looked at it, and said to himself with a smile:

"Maoling ......"

He motioned to Yahuan to hand over the paper and pen and ink, and wrote with a pen:

"'Crazy Knife' Su Mengxi came to the west, looking at his qi machine, worthy of the name, there is a trace of the breath of the Son of Heaven entangled, or become a lackey of the Zhao family, or cast six doors. ”

He tore off these two lines of words and crumpled them into a chess piece. (To be continued......)

PS: The second shift is seven o'clock, and the third one is eleven o'clock.