In fact, Mo Li also wants to ask something else.

But the swordsman was willing to answer, Mo Li felt that this guy was afraid that he would not reveal a word.

Not only is he loyal to Piaoping Pavilion, but he is also because the swordsmen are extremely vigilant about them. The best way to deal with people who are wise and close to demons is to not say a single word. He said it too much and was wrong. If he knew which word was wrong, he would be exposed.

The swordsman was determined to pursue silence as gold, and Mo Li could only find the answer he wanted from his expression and reaction.

As soon as the word "shan" was spit out, the swordsman's face couldn't help but twitch.

His eyes looked at Mo Li as if he was looking at a madman.

Who cares more about mountains than people when asking about the origin?

Is the mountain that important?

Not to mention the swordsman, even Monk Yuanzhi showed a look of surprise.

Mo Li couldn't find the answer she wanted, so she could only change direction.

He said calmly, his tone calmly: "I can hear that your throat is sick, and naturally, you can also hear your accent."

The swordsman thought to say nonsense, but he clearly spoke a word of official language, but he didn't bring any dialect with him.

Isn't it a joke if a killer exposes himself with just a mouth?

"You speak well, but unfortunately you can't read the words clearly. If you listen carefully, you will still have some clues."

Mo Li's tone sounded like he was very sure, but in fact he was really unsure.

Let’s talk about pronunciation. For those like swordsmen who have had a bumpy and ups and downs in the first half of their lives, no one can tell how the accent is affected. If they were sold as slaves as children, they would not know whether the accent was a person who lived in the same house as slaves or from the land. If they had been sold several times, it would be even harder to say.

The swordsman probably knows this principle, and he is not afraid.

Mo Li sighed secretly, and in front of Monk Yuanzhi, he could not speak out the three words Feiheshan.

Yes, what Dr. Mo suspected was Gaoyang Feihe Mountain.

Since Meng Qi mentioned that there is such a mountain in Jiangnan, the most like a dragon vein, the black carp has become heart.

They went all the way to Feihe Mountain, but were delayed by the matters of the Four Gangs of Yuzhou and Piaoping Pavilion.

There are so many famous mountains and rivers in the world. If there is spiritual energy, there may not be dragon veins. Even Meng Qi cannot be sure that Feihe Mountain really has dragon veins. Mo Li naturally dare not say that the swordsman's spiritual energy is Feihe Mountain dragon veins. Furthermore, even if the dragon veins are not in trouble, he will casually cause trouble and cause Feng Xingge to go and disturb him?

The dragon vein in the world is quite a temper, and he definitely thinks he is good at everything in his home. When he sees outsiders breaking in and searching, he is absolutely furious.

This is not true. You have to visit the door, as it is difficult to deal with if you offend it.

Mo Li thought very far.

Can it not be far away? He was afraid that Meng Qi would fight with the Feihe Mountain Dragon Vein.

As for why, that is the fish's intuition.

——Seven lakes are surrounded by mountains, with waterfalls and springs. Feihe Mountain is the most inseparable from water.

Fish always like water, but maybe the black carp is not good yet, Meng Qi is no longer feeling good. If there is any conflict, can’t the fight start?

Mo Li's heart is hanging.

No one can tell what the dragon vein turns into.

Feihe Mountain is not only full of streams and lakes, but also many birds. You can tell by the name of the mountain.

Meng Qi was afraid that the Feihe Mountain Dragon Vein was a fish, and the ink carp was also afraid that the Feihe Mountain Dragon Vein was a hawk falcon!

The thoughts here are not worthy of being told by outsiders.

"Master, can you leave this person to me?" Mo Li decided to spread his words.

"this……"

Monk Yuanzhi was in a dilemma.

He used the message to enter the secret and vaguely said that he had agreed to Fengxing Pavilion in advance. Mo Li was surprised that the old monk was chasing people so vigorously, and he vaguely guessed Fengxing Pavilion. After all, Monk Yuanzhi personally said that Master Meng was bought there.

Now that I heard it, I have confirmed the news.

The second thing is that money is not worthy, and the main thing is favor. Fengxing Pavilion is well-informed, and the old monk will inevitably have to deal with them in the future.

Who made Master Meng act like he is indifferent to the world and not care about the world? It is all caused by clothes.

"Have the master ever thought that Fengxing Pavilion could not find out the origin of these killers, which means they were either particularly good at hiding, or there were strongholds nearby?" Mo Li took a different approach and changed his words to persuade Yuan Zhi, "If we found that place, we will not occupy it, so we will still give it to Fengxing Pavilion."

When Mo Li said this, she completely imitated Meng Qi's expression and tone.

There is no way, among the people Mo Li knows, Meng Qi is the best at convincing people.

The teacher is highly respected and Xue Lingjun is loved by the people, which is completely different from Meng Qi's approach.

Master Yuanzhi was still hesitating, and then a voice came from behind.

The expression of Mo Li changed slightly.

I saw a group of masters from Fengxing Pavilion surrounded Qiu Jing and came over with silence.

"Master, Doctor Mo."

Qiu Jing bowed with a smile: "What a coincidence. I heard from my subordinates that a demonic wind suddenly broke out from the west mountain to this direction. The wind was swept by the blue sky and the sun was blowing, and the yellow sand was swelling, and the shadows were vaguely hidden in it. The people were so scared that they went home, and the incense burned in the temple, and they were in a mess."

Yuanzhi: "…"

Mo Li: "…"

I underestimated Fengxing Pavilion, can I find this?

"You two don't have to do this. I'm just curious and come and take a look." Qiu Jing was very modest, and she looked like she was betting on the number of dices.

In fact, who knows that there are only a few martial arts masters nearby.

Whether it is related to Meng Qi Moli, Monk Yuanzhi, or the mysterious swordsman of Piaoping Pavilion, Fengxing Pavilion is interested in it.

What Qiu Jing didn't expect was that she won three at one time.

It's just a sign and a great fortune.

Seeing the swordsman in the cloth bag, Qiu Jing immediately guessed the identity of the man, and Monk Yuanzhi packed it in cloth bags.

"The master is very human. He was caught in the twelve hours."

Qiu Jing's weapon iron fan was slashed by the swordsman, and he and his subordinates were injured. At this moment, everyone in Fengxing Pavilion stared at the swordsman with murderous intent.

The swordsman remained silent, with murderous aura lingering all over his body. He was most unwilling to let people see his face, and now he is exposed completely.

I was so angry that I wanted to kill someone.

Monk Yuanzhi looked at Mo Li awkwardly, and if there were no Mo Li, the swordsman would not be able to catch him.

Before the two of them could tell the belongings of the swordsman, the people from Fengxing Pavilion appeared. What's the matter?

"Amitabha, Master Qiu Pavilion. I caught the man together with Doctor Mo, but I just don't count."

Monk Yuanzhi clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name. Mo Li had an idea and took out his wallet and asked Qiu Jing: "I heard that Master Yuanzhi owed you Fengxing Pavilion money by buying Brother Meng's whereabouts, so he had to catch the killer of Piaoping Pavilion to pay off the debt. I don't know how much I owe it. I'll pay it back, and I'll hand it over to me."

Qiu Jing was choked.

Yuan Zhi owes a debt of favor, but how did this debt come about? Did he sell the whereabouts of the person in front of him?

Mo Li said it sincerely, but he didn't know what expression to put on.

"Well, Doctor Mo is joking." Qiu Jing waved his hand and smiled with face, "Money is nothing, just because Piaoping Pavilion has always been mysterious and just killing people. Whenever a murder occurs, it is already a step late when you go to arrest him. After finally getting someone caught, he is often either dead or crazy, and he really can't ask for anything. Recently, we have discovered that Piaoping Pavilion is very likely to have something to do with the King of Heaven. Master Yuanzhi is concerned about the war in Xuanchuan Pass and is willing to contribute to Fengxing Pavilion. Fengxing Pavilion is very grateful."

As he said that, he bowed deeply to Monk Yuanzhi, and his waist bent most of it.

Everyone in Fengxing Pavilion was very good at looking at the eyes and saluted them all. Things suddenly rose from money to stability in the southwest.

Mo Li sighed inwardly and took her purse back.

——Meng Qi was not here, and he said he could not defeat Qiu Jing.

Missing the national master who can even say a Buddhist verse when he has faded into pink clothes.

Alas, if you walk around the world, you can’t do without Meng Qi.

***

Meng Qi didn't know that Mo Li was missing him at this time.

He is still chasing people.

Smoke rose in the distance, and a creaking ox cart drove on the rugged country trail.

The car was full of dry firewood, and next to the man who was driving the car was a boy holding a blue cloth bag in his arms.

The two were covered in brown and yellow dust. The boy was dressed well, but the man who was driving the car was washed white and had a patched short jacket.

At this moment, the boy leaned on the shaft of the car and was dozing off, with his head bit by bit. The man who drove the car turned his head from time to time, for fear that the child would fall out of the car if he was sleeping in a mess.

Their figures reflected the gradually sinking sun, like poor people going out to the market. Because they lived too far away, they had to go out for a day. As father, he loved his son, and let him doze off with fatigue and slowly headed home.

——Just look.

Meng Qi laughed in his heart: He pretended well and drove the ox cart as if he was doing well.

When you first see this situation, you may not doubt the identity of the driver. The killer can hide in the crowd, but where can you find a cow in a hurry?
To be continued...