It is not difficult to meet Master Meng.

The difficult thing is that the national teacher has no clothes to wear!

Even though it was the black carp, it could not help but show a hint of embarrassment.

"Master, I'm not to hide it."

I always feel that the gerbil in my arms is heavy. Mo Li said with a tough bullet, "I passed by a nearby county town before, and something happened. Brother Meng went to see... to check the situation."

Mo Li almost said that she was watching the fun.

Although watching the fun is more in line with Meng Qi's temperament, Monk Yuanzhi didn't know that in front of others, he had to leave some face for Meng Qi.

The gerbil grabbed Mo Li's clothes with his little paws, thinking that it was really hard for the doctor.

——I was clearly here, and the doctor was forced to lie.

It is not easy to let a doctor who upholds the way of a gentleman tell lies with his eyes open.

That is to say, if you change yourself, the doctor will not violate the principles. Meng Qi thought happily and complacently.

"Nearby county town?" Monk Yuanzhi was puzzled. Obviously he didn't know the mess that many forces in the world made.

Fortunately, Yuan Zhi was old and had a lot of experience. When he saw that Mo Li had no intention of explaining in detail, he did not ask.

"Amitabha, I don't know when Master Meng will have free time, I can wait."

"Why would you meet here tomorrow?"

Mo Li actually wants to say it’s acquired. After all, sewing clothes is not easy. But when Monk Yuanzhi comes, the Ning family guarding Xuanchuan Pass is behind him.

If the Tianshu Wang Xing's army attacks Xuanchuan Pass in the southwest, Yuan Zhi can help him when he goes back early, so as not to be delayed here for a long time.

"Actually... Master doesn't need to worry too much. Brother Meng has already faded out of the court and has no idea about the world's competition." Mo Li explained with a little embarrassment.

Yuan Zhi looked surprised when he heard this.

In these days, it is a last resort to take a few turns when speaking. Who would just talk bluntly about the words "I'm afraid you have ambitions and you want to make trouble"? That's not meeting, but making enemies. It's about testing whether others are interested in the world. It requires skillful use of metaphors. This is a science, and you can find excellent examples by looking through history books.

Yuan Zhi is a monk and does not have the ability to speak nicely and beautifully. He can only honestly say everything he can say, such as the current situation of the Ning family and his own identity and origin, so as not to cause any misunderstandings, tentative circles and other delays in time.

As a result, Mo Li was even more direct than him!

Just say the words that cannot be expressed in your mouth, but it is actually just a substitute for Meng Qi.

The relationship between these two must be extraordinary, and ordinary people will never interfere in such matters.

Yuanzhi couldn't tell whether they were close friends without any gaps, or whether they had their own plans for each other. Is this true or false?

The old monk had a bitter face.

Mo Li paused and realized that he had passed.

Others were in a family and defending their country, so they came to find Meng Qi thousands of miles away. It was impossible for them to meet each other without seeing each other, because they put down their burdens and went back with peace of mind. Others don’t know about the relationship between Meng Qi, and it is difficult to understand it if they know. What is the friendship between the dragon veins? What is the matter between the hearts of the dragon veins?

This is his secret between Meng Qi, and there is no need to let others understand it.

It’s better to sew clothes and let the national teacher show up in person!

Mo Li nodded at Monk Yuanzhi and said with a little apology: "I'm saying too much. Master, don't worry. At noon tomorrow, I will invite Brother Meng to come here to meet the master."

The monk hurriedly folded his hands and thanked him.

When I looked up again, I felt a cool breeze. The Mo Li had already used her light skills to leave and could not even see her shadow.

The old monk vaguely felt that he had said something wrong.

***

In front of the dilapidated land temple, a group of men in black appeared silently.

They identified the traces on the ground and quickly dispersed around. Only the swordsman in charge slowly walked to the altar and sat down cross-legged.

The swordsman was injured.

There was a long and narrow wound on his left shoulder. He tore open his clothes and applied golden sore medicine with one hand.

Even on a stuffy summer night, no one was around, the swordsman still did not take off his bulky face-covering hat.

In the rice shop, the swordsman had a melee with many masters of Fengxing Pavilion, and neither side got any benefits. Most of the people in Fengxing Pavilion were injured, while the mysterious swordsman of Piaoping Pavilion suffered a significant internal injury and had to retreat temporarily.

The swordsman used one to fight against the crowd, and the Piaopingge killer who accompanied him took the opportunity to dig the rice shop three feet into the ground.

They were even ahead of Fengxing Pavilion and found the Land Temple where Meng Qi and others had stayed.

There is only the body of a dead soldier left in the Land Temple.

The swordsman calmly applied medicine to himself, not caring about the corpse lying beside him.

After a while, a few men in black came back from outside the temple.

"people?"

The swordsman's voice was hoarse, like the sound of a tree branch scraping on sandpaper.

The killers in black shook their heads together, their eyes a little frightened.

The swordsman reached out and pointed at the corpse, then closed his eyes to adjust his breath.

Several black-clothed killers then stood up, carefully circled around the corpse for a few times, then untied the corpse's clothes, pressed the wounds and neck of the corpse, just like a coroner of a post-mortem.

Soon they came to a conclusion. They looked at each other and threw the body away and left the temple gate again.

After a stick of incense, the killers in black grabbed a embarrassed figure and appeared again.

It was not someone else, it was the dead soldier who was let go by Meng Qi.

The dead soldier killed his companion and thought he could catch a big fish with the secret of the account book. But no one could wait. After seeing the third update, the dead soldier squatted on the tree in a daze and fell asleep. As a result, God believed that the bad luck of the dead soldier was not over yet. The killer of Piaoping Pavilion came and captured him in one fell swoop.

After the dead soldier woke up, he cursed in his heart.

The hiding place he thought he was looking for was very hidden and he also made many specious clues. Why can these people accurately catch people on the tree?

"Who are you?"

The dead men struggled, trying to identify their origins.

As a result, these people were like a group of mutes, silent until they were knocked to the ground.

“…”

His eyes met the corpse's stiff and blue face, and the dead soldier shuddered.

In summer, the corpses rotted extremely quickly. In just one night, they emitted an unpleasant smell, and mosquitoes and flies buzzed.

The killers in black seemed to have no idea about these things. They remained silent and had a strange sense of oppression.

The heart of the dead soldier suddenly sank. He knew that the worst situation had happened and fell into the hands of the people in Piaoping Pavilion.

The swordsman suddenly reached out and grabbed the death warrior's neck, lifted him up, and said word by word: "Account book."

In fact, the Death Scholar is much taller than the Swordsman. But when he was lying on the ground before, he was now raised, his legs were bent behind him. This unnatural awkward posture made him scream, and then a broken and crisp sound came from the bones.

"The account book of the Si family." The swordsman repeated the hoarse voice.

The dead soldier screamed and struggled: "It was taken away by that person, the two people who appeared in the rice shop."

"lie!"

The swordsman tightened his five fingers, and the dead soldier's eyes turned pale, and his hands desperately tried to spread the swordsman's hand that pinched his throat.

"...Really, in the rice shop, we haven't taken it yet, they're ahead..."

The dead soldier made a sound intermittently, and the swordsman relaxed his hand and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could be glad that the disaster was in the east and deceived the group of people from Piaoping Pavilion. His neck suddenly became cold, and then he felt himself flying back quickly.

——His eyes saw his back.

The blood-sprayed neck, the shaking headless body, and an extra knife in the hands of the hat man.

"Bang."

Two consecutive sounds, the former is the head hitting the wall, and the latter is the body falling to the ground.

The swordsman raised his hand and pressed his hat and strode out of the temple gate.

"Burn this temple and get rid of Fengxing Pavilion."

***

“There is a fire.”

Mo Li put down the needle and cloth in her hand and looked into the distance, and he saw thick smoke rolling.

Although the distance is very long, that is where they come.

Mo Li walked all the way to the mountains, because he was worried that something would pop out from the darkness to take away the fat mouse. From beginning to end, he kept the gerbil firmly in his arms, and he didn't even show his head. So Meng Qi didn't know exactly where this was. Anyway, it was a cave when he was put down.

The cave is located in the middle of the valley and has no way to go unless it is as powerful as the Mo Li, and there are trees everywhere, which is very hidden.

After changing back to human form, Meng Qi quickly put on the underwear that Mo Li threw over.

No, I was wearing only pants.
To be continued...