Mo Li asked: "What did you write?"

"Mysterious Doctor, the National Master of the previous dynasty." Meng Qi raised the note in his hand and said to himself, "It sounds like the doctor and I are the same person."

Mo Li instinctively thought his tone was weird, but he couldn't make any mistakes, so he thought he was too careless.

The person who sent the message heard the Jinyiwei shouting the name "Meng Qi" and ran away, but he had no idea who Meng Qi was, nor did he know which two words this were, so he only wrote about the national teacher of the previous dynasty.

"He released three pigeons, and I only kept one. Come, give me a gift and then a soldier, and send a greeting to the ancestor Qingwu."

Meng Qi found the pen and ink from his bag, cut out a small piece of paper, and wrote the word "Meng Qi" casually.

The handwriting is clear, the pen tip is sharp, and the iron bones are strong, vaguely exuding a momentum that no one else can do.

Mo Li was influenced by Qin Lu, so he wrote very well. Now that he read it, he couldn't help but praise it.

Meng Qi didn't show his face, but in fact he rolled up the paper slips, stuffed them into the bamboo tube, and then put the pigeons out.

As a result, the pigeon fell straight down the tower.

The two were surprised and quickly stretched out their heads to see. Mo Li almost used his light skills to jump down to catch it.

Fortunately, the pigeon fell off the two layers of tower stiffly and flew up crookedly, then flew down the mountain with its wings in panic.

"It seems that this pigeon is stupid and can't fly?" Meng Qi coughed dryly.

Mo Li silently glanced at Master Meng, who almost scared the pigeon to death.

"Okay, I'll follow you and take a look."

"No, doctor, I'll do it!"

Before the two of them could chase the pigeon, they suddenly paused and looked at the mountain road of Liuhe Temple covered with shade.
Chapter completed!