The idea of the Qi Refiner had been taught by him as early as when he was in Cisse.

Even at the beginning, he almost suffered a big loss in the hands of the Qi Refiners, and the Hanshan Dynasty even found several Qi Refiners with real skills on their rivers and lakes, set up the overall situation of Feng Shui, and wanted to kill him, if it weren't for Zhao Que's strong combat power at that time, as well as the Divine Power Eight-Phase Dragon Python, it was really possible to fold in the hands of the Qi Refiners.

What's more, he also has a genius friend of the Qi Refiner, who once mentioned to him that the more he cultivates to a high level of Qi Refining, the more he likes to dig pits to make people jump willingly, if there is no means for Qi Refiners, ordinary martial artists will definitely suffer a big loss.

This is a middle-aged emaciated man named Meng Li, who also dug a hole in his own way when he touched some of Zhao Que's details, trying to trick Zhao Que into jumping in.

It's just that he asked, Zhao Que promised in his heart whether he agreed or not, Zhao Que replied, pinched his nose and recognized it, and the implication of the words was that he knew Meng's little trick.

Meng Liao really wanted to clear these bandits, as simple as eating and drinking, but put forward conditions to help Zhao Que kill these bandits, the city is as deep as Zhao Que, and he knew it when he thought about it, Meng Li's condition was just a false shot, and what he really wanted was hidden in the feng shui luck that he wanted to share with Zhao Que half.

After all, these Qi Refiners made it difficult to imagine how to use their means.

Mingyue, which was picked by hand, Meng Li placed nineteen spells in a row, so that after Zhao Que did something in the future, he could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The corners of his mouth smiled at the corners of his mouth, staring at Meng Li, who was extremely confident.

It's no wonder that he is so confident, a Qi refiner in the upper realm, in the face of a young martial artist who has been hit hard by the lower realm, he can't help it, he can't give birth to a little self-confidence!

He is a half-immortal in the world, a young martial artist called Zhao Que, even if he doesn't have a few words of truth in his mouth, even if he has never fallen into the martial arts realm when he is in his heyday, he can't be the middle of the mountain and the three realms, right?

Therefore, no matter how smart Zhao Que is, no matter how deep the city government is, he will definitely not be able to see how extraordinary the spells he applied in this round of "Bright Moon" are.

Bet, bet bigger.

Meng Li's heart made up his mind, Zhao Que has extraordinary qualifications, if one day, he really becomes a big man, the two are safe and sound and Zhao Que fulfills his promise, once there is a difference, with the magic in the "Bright Moon", Meng Liao can completely turn Zhao Que into a walking corpse that belongs to him, let him do anything, Zhao Que can only do it obediently.

Zhao Que said with a smile: "I am just a person who is struggling to survive, if there is a way to continue his life, no matter what danger there is, he has to try, doesn't the old saying say, it's better to die than to live?"

Meng laughed: "You kid does have an appetite for me, okay, I told you the truth, and the rest is for me to send Feng Shui Qi Luck into your body to help you suppress your injuries!"

Now, the arrow is on the bow, and he will not agree with Zhao Que to regret it.

Transported half of the feng shui qi here to Zhao Que, and at the same time secretly performed nineteen spells in a row, Meng Li himself was also a little unbearable, and blood oozed from the corners of Shicai's mouth, of course, it was an illusion, Zhao Que didn't believe it, the real stake was still in Meng Li's qi machine, although he worked hard to suppress it, turning over the river and the sea boiling messy qi machine, it really made him cultivate for a long time.

Zhao Que suddenly asked, "The seniors didn't do anything inside, right?"

Meng laughed, the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth instantly increased, and he seemed to disagree, "Little brother, you think too highly of Meng, dividing half of the feng shui luck here is already at the limit, let alone laying a spell to hold you hostage in the middle, that is the means of Penglai Realm, I can't do it in this realm." ”

If you don't know about the Qi Refiners of the Upper Realm of Anming, you can really be deceived by Meng Liu.

Zhao Que smiled and disagreed.

This round of "Bright Moon" was slowly pushed into Zhao Que's body, and the surging feng shui luck began to wash away his limbs and eight veins in an instant.

After Meng waited for all the "Mingyue" to be sent into Zhao Que's body, he took a few steps back, looked him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction.

The spells in Feng Shui will then spread all over his body.

In Meng Li's heart, Zhao Que's future is already in the palm of his hand, and it is impossible to escape with wings!

If Zhao Que dies of serious injuries, it's okay to die, but if he doesn't die, he will make wedding clothes for others for nothing.

The danger of the rivers and lakes is far from being imagined by people, and if you are not careful, you will end up losing everything.

Zhao Que asked, "It's so simple, it's over?"

"The little brother thinks about it complicated, and with Meng's means, he simplifies the complex, hehe, although Meng said it is terrible, in fact, it stops there. ”

Zhao Que stared at the blood that kept flowing from the corner of Meng Li's mouth, and he didn't wipe it, as if he was deliberately showing it to Zhao Que.

"Senior, when will you kill all the bandits in Mud Mountain?"

He asked casually.

Meng Liao replied seriously: "I gave you such a great opportunity, although I earn in the future, and you earn in the present, Meng will never lose his trust in you, right? ”

A qi refiner like him is the most important cause and effect.

Looking at Zhao Que, he turned to ask, "Half of the feng shui luck here doesn't seem to be of much use to the little brother?"

It's weird.

Meng Li was puzzled in his heart.

After the round of "Bright Moon" was sent into Zhao Que's body, Zhao Que's injuries were still serious, and he didn't seem to be getting any better.

Zhao Que felt the changes in his body and shook his head: "There is indeed a trend for the better, half of the feng shui luck here has indeed curbed the deterioration of the injury." ”

I didn't say it all.

With the feng shui luck of Meng's nineteen spells, as soon as he entered Zhao Que's body, it was like snow meeting the sun, and the feng shui luck was good to say, as Zhao Que said, slowly curb the backlash of the eight-phase dragon python and the punishment after using the cold-blooded Zen, and the nineteen spells were simply a snack that was not so unpalatable to the eight-phase dragon python.

What's more, this bit of feng shui luck is nothing compared to the two-headed dragon spirit in Bluestone City.

"That's fine. Meng nodded with a smile.

By the way, wipe the blood off the corners of your mouth.

It would be good for Zhao Que to see it, proving that he had really put a lot of effort into helping him and making him grateful.

"The help of the seniors, Zhao Que is unforgettable, if the seniors have nothing else, they have to go to the mud mountain to see the camp of the bandits. ”

"Okay. Meng shook his head, "I think you are also a young handsome man who understands the art of war, after reading it, when you return to Liujiazhuang, you need to take the people to take strict precautions!"

Meng Li said these words at this time, it was redundant and useless, and I don't know if he thought he had taken a big advantage, or if he felt that the nineteen magic spells were distributed in Zhao Que's body, and Zhao Que had become his marionette, and it didn't hurt to tell the truth or lie at all.

Zhao Que just turned around and wanted to go down the mountain, remembering something: "Dare to ask your predecessors, what is the name of this mountain?"

"There is no name for the mountain, so I named it Changxiu Mountain. ”

"Chang Xiu, good mountain name. ”

Zhao Que bowed to Meng with a fist, said no more, and walked quickly down the mountain.

The old hunters who go up the mountain in Liujiazhuang all the year round know that it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, but for Zhao Que, it is easy to go down the mountain and difficult to go up the mountain.

Meng looked at Zhao Que's back and couldn't help but smile.

For such a young man, if he hadn't suffered a heavy blow, it would not have been easy for him to arrange nineteen secret techniques in his body one after another.

Now that the gamble has been set, Meng Li is enough to sit on the side with peace of mind and wait for the result.

Standing on Changxiu Mountain, in his eyes, Zhao Que's back has always been very clear, as if it is close in front of him, even the bandits in the muddy mountain bandit village opposite are doing what kind of hurtful things now, Meng Liao can see it clearly.

The world is like a tide, people are like water, and only a few people in the rivers and lakes are back.

can enter the rivers and lakes, and also get out of the rivers and lakes, coinciding with the chaos in the world, Meng Li is still at ease, falling casually, talking without taboo, true and false are all in his heart, so, Fang is a half-immortal in the world.

Meng thought to himself.

"Half-immortal in the world, hey, half-immortal in the world, how many people still remember that the title of half-immortal in the world was first used to describe the qi refiner of the three realms of the mid-mountain, not a martial artist. ”

On the other hand, Zhao Que.

When he arrived at the foot of Changxiu Mountain, he turned around and waved to the top of the mountain.

Meng smiled and bowed.

However, after a while, he immediately covered his chest, and the surging true qi turned into all kinds of figures, old and young, men and women.

The entire Changxiu Mountain is one foot shorter for no reason.

In the blink of an eye, Meng was sluggish.

looked at Zhao Que in horror, who had already turned around and ran towards the mud mountain.

Looking at it again at this moment, the injuries on Zhao Que's body were suppressed, and even, the feng shui luck in his body fed back to his body to the greatest extent.

Although he was still a martial artist in Yanhua's lower realm, Zhao Que at this time actually made him look faintly dizzy.

Again he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Good fellow, I admit it. Meng muttered to himself.

The speed was extremely fast, and Zhao Que, who was about to reach the foot of the mud mountain, seemed to hear Meng Li's self-talk, and smiled disdainfully.

He waved his sleeves.

Meng arranged the nineteen secret techniques in his body, and in an instant, they all became the belly of the eight-phase dragon python.

Losing the connection with the Nineteen Dao Spells, Meng fell to the ground with a stagger, looking around at the remaining half of the Feng Shui luck in this place, as if the river entered the East China Sea, and in a few breaths, it was swallowed up by Zhao Que cleanly, and there was nothing left.

"Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

Meng jumped to his feet angrily and scolded.

Thanks to the round of "Mingyue" he sent into Zhao Que's body, no matter how much he wanted to kill Zhao Que at this time, he couldn't kill it, and the brief encounter between the two caused by the cause and effect was extremely deep because it involved the feng shui of heaven and earth.

Killed Zhao Que, Meng Liao as the initiator, and the cultivation of Taoism fell second, it is difficult to guarantee that heaven and earth will regard it as a thief, and the catastrophe is coming, with his little means, there will be no scum left that will be split by the rolling thunder.

With Meng's "free" help, Zhao Que alone killed none of the bandits in the village, which was not a problem at all.

It's just a small try.

The mud mountain is steeper than Changxiu Mountain, but it is only steep, in terms of steepness, Changxiu Mountain is still above the mud mountain, if the bandits take Changxiu Mountain, Zhao Que will have a headache.

It's a pity that no one would have thought that there was a distant traveler "living" on Changxiu Mountain.

And this far-away traveler is taking the road of forgetfulness.

Meng Li stood tremblingly on the top of Changxiu Mountain, depressed in his heart, always felt that he was a yellow finch and Zhao Que was a cicada, never thought that Zhao Que was Huangquan, he was not even a cicada.

With this kid's city government, he must be laughing at him at the moment, and he was busy with a lot of work, but finally made a wedding dress for Zhao Que.

"Little brother, it's too much to leave a way back. ”

Even if you can't kill him, you have to scare him if it becomes a secret message.

Taking advantage of Meng Li's cause and effect, he took the opportunity to swallow all the luck of the eight-phase dragon python here, drowsy, and the backlash against Zhao Que stopped in an instant.

The heavenly punishment generated by the use of cold-blooded meditation was also washed by feng shui luck, and he mistakenly thought that Zhao Que had won the favor of heaven and disappeared.

Heavenly Punishment is not there, contrary to Zhao Que's expectations, he also wants to use Heavenly Punishment to balance the backlash of the Eight-Phase Dragon Python, even if the two phases are superimposed, so that his life is always in an endangered state, it is better than being tortured by those eight little beasts.

He was using his hands and feet at the same time, picking a path to climb the mud mountain, when he heard Meng Li's transmission into the secret, he didn't pay attention to it, and slowly approached the camp of the bandits, and saw a middle-aged strong man patrolling back and forth, like a civet cat under the moon, quietly jumped behind him, and broke his neck with both hands neatly.

Pick up the big knife of the middle-aged strong man.

The blade is unusually sharp.

It is by no means an inferior knife made by the iron shop in the market, but more like a sharp knife specially created for them by the elite soldiers.

This kind of knife is rare in the market, and it must be an ordnance supervisor directly under the control of the imperial court to forge such a good blade.

On Changxiu Mountain, Meng didn't care about the origin of the bandits, and said the beginning of the conversation in a few words.

Although Zhao Que had a conjecture before coming here, when he saw the big knife worn by the middle-aged strong man, he could be sure that this gang of bandits occupying the mud mountain was from Yu Kangcheng.

Funding and support for the Shen family alone, or the Shen family colluded with the government to build a strong fighting force before the war burned here, and he was the only one who went to Yu Kangcheng to investigate.

It just so happened that Yu Kangcheng was on the way to Meitang Prefecture, and after Yu Kangcheng, he could continue to hurry.

"It's a pity, you have worked hard to take the lives of the people, hone the soldiers and horses, and when the war burned to Yukang City, this team of soldiers who bullied ordinary people and did not really go to the battlefield were still vulnerable. ”

A soldier who has killed someone is a completely different thing from a soldier who has not killed anyone.

A soldier who has never been on the battlefield is still two different things.

Therefore, there was nothing wrong with his conversation with Liu Dasheng, but he just told the truth.

This is also one of the reasons why the war in Jiangjinzhou continued, the imperial camp army was damaged, and the imperial court members wanted to pull the Xisai army, which had no war for the time being, to the Central Plains to quell the rebellion and war.

The meaning is that the Cestic army, which has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, is by no means comparable to the pampered imperial army.

If the Imperial Battalion wants to become an existence like the Cissal Army, it must go through a battle to the death!

Da Xia, can't wait!

His eyes had never left Meng on Zhao Que's body, and his teeth were itching with hatred.

originally wanted to put Zhao Que together, but let Zhao Que put him together, besides, he was completely defeated in a blink of an eye, and he didn't even understand where to lose if he wanted to break his head.

That is obviously a martial artist in the lower realm of Yanhua, it is unmistakable, how can Zhao Que use his cause and effect to erase the nineteen spells arranged in his body, and even the remaining half of the luck here also allows Zhao Que to easily absorb it into his body?!

"Are you the senior Grand Master of the Three Realms on the top of the mountain?" Meng asked in disbelief.

Zhao Que smiled.

Meng Lizi couldn't see through him.

In addition to the eight-phase dragon python, his own strong luck as a general of the auxiliary state of the dynasty is the same as that of a qi refiner like Meng Li, and he can't be at the mercy of it, otherwise the Hanshan Dynasty will use several respected qi refiners to join hands to arrange the overall situation of feng shui, so that he can be killed.

From start to finish.

It has always been Zhao Que who has won the battle, not Meng Li.

This is also the easy foundation that Meng Liao opened the conditions and Zhao Que agreed to.

A middle-aged strong man who killed a bandit.

Zhao Que inspected the bandit village.

The outside was built in a fairly orderly manner, but the inside should have been hastily arranged because of the lack of labor, and it should be used as a shelter.

On the contrary, it is a suitable venue for military training, which is complete, although it is not a simple appearance.

In the center of the bandit village, a point platform was also built.

Zhao Que sneered: "Little bandit, dare to build a general, really impatient." ”

Jump off the high platform of the bandit village and walk in the darkness, avoiding the lights as much as possible.

Anyone who yawns and pretends to patrol is a knife.

These bandits would not have thought that the bandit village was touched by someone, and when they died, they were also happy, and when the blood sprayed and the pain was severe, they lost consciousness.

The hall of the bandit village has a rare atmosphere.

Zhao Que ducked aside and watched the scene inside.

Full of bandits.

Everyone has a woman around them.

The woman, the eldest of whom was about forty years old, took off her original attire, and in the hall full of fireplaces, her breasts were bare-chested, and she was a little shy, hiding behind the bandits, and letting the other bandits get up and down, blushing, and hiding a little pain in her expression, and more importantly, appointments.

In the middle of the hall there were two young and beautiful girls tied up, naked up and down, an ugly middle-aged man, holding a horsewhip, whipping them on their bodies, and each time they were beaten, the louder the girl's howl became.

It seemed that the girl howled miserably, which made the ugly man excited, and hugged the girl who was covered in blood, only the girl with a clean face, her body shook a few times, she retreated, and whipped again.

There is wine and meat.

The ugly man came to a table, picked up a jar of wine, and poured it into his mouth.

"Little people, follow me Zhao Daring, there is wine, meat and women, the uncovered conference will definitely not be the only one this time, and when we lay down Liujiazhuang, there will be more money and food, more women, let's hold another uncovered conference, let the big guys enjoy themselves!"

"Big brother, Liujiazhuang is like that, why do you have to be so solemn?"

A bandit asked with a grin, holding a woman who was no more than thirty years old.

Zhao Daring whipped the girl, the painful girl was teary-eyed, and screamed with a heart-splitting cry, but he smiled happily: "Brother Xian doesn't know, Liujiazhuang is a good Zhuangzi, you are a few brothers of me, there are rules and laws for domestication, when the time comes, we attack Liujiazhuang, it is a big training, you all listen to me, what I say is what, if someone is disobedient, hey, I will never show mercy, cut off his head, a knife!"

The words fell.

Many bandits Wu Yang Wu Yang shouted.

Even the bandit who was lying on the woman's buttocks gave up the woman, "Big brother, without you, there would be no happy life for us, whatever you say, we will listen to you!"

Zhao Daring was naked, with several scarred knife marks on his body, coupled with his ugly appearance, he did have a shocking momentum.

"I don't believe what you are saying now, I just look at the actions of waiting to attack Liujiazhuang, and waiting! I want you to be as quiet as a muddy mountain and move like a mountain and the wind!"

Said a few words.

Zhao Daring lost interest in whipping the two young girls, turned around and trampled on the blood, kicked aside the two women in their twenties who had already died tragically, and sat back naked on the seat of the village owner, looking down on the bandits in the hall.

These bandits are not strange, as long as there is an uncovered assembly in the stockade, and a few women are not killed, they are not used to it.

Zhao Que sighed.

Zhao Daring had good ears, he was full of cleverness, stood up and looked out of the hall, and shouted angrily: "Who?!"

The fire in the hall is lit up as if it were daytime.

It was pitch black outside, Rao is Zhao Daring had some good skills, the left side of his head, and the right glance, still couldn't see it really.

The bandits frightened their leader, and everyone looked out of the hall.

It's pitch black, where is anyone?

Zhao Que held the big knife whose blade was still dripping blood, and paced in the sight of many bandits.

"Zhao, I originally thought that when you attacked Liujiazhuang, I would kill all of you who did all kinds of evil, and I didn't expect that after getting a chance, I had a little strength in my hands and feet, and I took advantage of this opportunity to send all of you to the underworld, so as to save any more moths. ”

He muttered to himself.

Step by step into the hall.

Turning a blind eye to those women who are open and breasts, scratching their heads and posing in front of bandits.

"Along the way, Zhao is used to seeing life and death, however, seeing you, Zhao is angry for no reason!

Zhao boldly put on a big coat, barefoot, and held a big knife that belonged to him.

The big knife was placed next to the seat of the owner of the village, and a ghost head was inlaid behind the handle.

The weight of the big knife is not light, forty or fifty catties, but in Zhao Daring's hands, it is as light as a feather.

The tip of the knife pointed at Zhao Que.

"You kid, give your name. ”

"If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, and your surname is Zhao. ”

"Zhao Que?"

The bandits in the hall, look at me, I look at you, I have never heard of a character called Zhao Que.

"You're not a local?" Zhao asked with a squinting eye.

Zhao Que smiled: "You bandits, your brain is not a brain, it's all a night pot, Zhao was born in the north, grew up in the south, came from Nanyangzhou, and went to the bottom of the mud mountain." ”

Zhao boldly looked at the cotton clothes he was wearing, "Have you been to Liujiazhuang?"

"Exactly. ”

"That's easy to say, one word, die!"

Zhao boldly strode down and shouted: "Little ones, who has unparalleled bravery? Go and help me take off Zhao Que's head, and use it as a night pot!"

"Big brother, please sit down!

A bandit with a tiger's back poured a sip of liquor and rushed towards Zhao Que.

"Okay! With the brute strength of the old cow, it's not easy to kill a little white face?"

"It's just a little white face, and he dares to break into our camp alone, and he doesn't know what to live or die!"

"Good brothers, look at the blood on his blade, could it be that the little white face was killed all the way?"

"Afraid of death? to the mud mountain to fall into the grass, afraid of death dry birds, head off, bowl big scar, eighteen years later, a good man!"