It is impossible for monsters. There are no monsters in this world.

Although the identity of the man in the hat is a mystery and his martial arts are strange, there are not no clues to be found.

"...So? Do you want to know the master of Piaoping Pavilion, what kind of martial arts does my benefactor practice?"

Under the guidance of Wang Blacksmith, the swordsman Su Li rushed to a village outside the city. Wang Blacksmith urged his wife and daughter to pack up their luggage and prepare to leave Run County. Meng Qi came in a hurry and asked Su Li this question, which surprised the swordsman.

"She recognizes the way." Meng Qi signaled to Lady Liu who was brought over by him.

When Wang Blacksmith saw this old neighbor who had been for many years, he became angry and almost killed before. How could he not be angry?

"Aunt Liu, I really didn't expect that. You are wronged to sell needles and sachets on the street on weekdays. If you have such martial arts, you are still squatting in this small place. I guess your life is not happy. Now, it's over, and everyone doesn't have to continue wearing masks to get close."

Facing the sarcastic Blacksmith Wang, Miss Liu knew that she was in the wrong and said nothing.

If she had not tried to monitor the blacksmith shop and had never thought about attacking Wang's family, why would she know clearly about Wang's wife and daughter's residence in her hometown in the countryside? Meng Qi came so quickly, obviously she didn't even have to "inquire about the way", and directly knew which room the Wang family lived in the village.

Wang Blacksmith was once a half-man from the world. He had many enemies in the past and paid great attention to these things on weekdays. When asked about his wife and daughter who lived outside the city, he would bring the words over with a slut, and he would not ask his family to come to the shop to deliver food and water to him.

The swordsman said that he was in danger and trouble. Wang Tiejian was always unhappy and thought that the swordsman was making a big deal.

At this moment... I was still angry, but after thinking about it, the swordsman didn't leave him alone, so he did his best.

Wang's blacksmith had nowhere to vent his anger, and Miss Liu happened to hit him.

"You don't need to say who you are, I don't want to know." Wang Blacksmith looked angry with a bad luck, turned around to help his wife continue to collect some guys.

His departure really made it much easier for swordsmen and others to talk.

Whether it is A Furong or the descendants of Xiliang, it is of great importance to try to restore the country. The more ordinary people know, the more dangerous it is.

At this moment, four people were standing or lying in the low and narrow woodshed, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

Mrs. Liu is the half-lying person. She has severe internal injuries. Mo Li has had a pulse just now and cannot recover within three to five months.

——For internal injuries, just lie down and rest and cannot move your true energy, boil medicine and drink medicine and do not take tonics randomly. Otherwise, there is a master who practices internal skills and mental methods to help heal the wounds.

The problem is that Miss Liu has nothing. The "master" abandoned her. Meng Qi is not a good person. She just hurried to the road like a sandbag. Now she is under the eaves, and even the blacksmith Wang's face is about to look at, and she wishes she can be huddled in the corner and is ignored.

"You...yes, and you!"

Meng Qi first refers to Lady Liu, while the second person he refers to is the swordsman Su Li.

"At present, only you two have a little understanding of that guy and say everything you know."

That guy refers to the man from the hat. Meng Qi didn't know the other party's name and was disgusted by his death, so he naturally wouldn't give him a good name.

The swordsman's face looks ugly, and when it comes to the person who has a hat, he will feel very complicated.

On the one hand, the swordsman did not agree with the other party using A Furong to control the killer, and suspected that the so-called "kindness" was also for the purpose of exploitation. On the other hand, he felt that no matter what, the other party did pull him out of the abyss. Even if it was driven by exploitation, it would be considered a way out for him.

So what if you have the best muscles and bones to practice martial arts? The first ten years of the sword guest's life were so bad, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the rotten vegetables and leaves in the mud pit. No one looked at him, and no one cared about his life or death.

"He rarely attacked in front of me, and only pointed out my martial arts skills. The sword skills I practiced were also given by him." Su Li carefully said, "I don't know the level of his martial arts, and I only vaguely feel that his strength is above me."

"The master is very strong." Mrs. Liu spoke softly.

In fact, she didn't want to say anything, but the resentment in her heart, plus if she was found "survived", Manager Sun would definitely order others to kill her to silence her. Even if she didn't say anything, she would still be beaten as a "traitor".

"The master also practiced the martial arts of Mojieti Temple, called "Immortal Truth Reality", which is an extremely profound martial art. In the past, only the elders of Mojieti Temple could read it. It is said that Master Nemo who created this technique did not understand the last step, but the master practiced it." Niangzi Liu said with fear and cautiously, "Immortal Truth Reality has a natural suppression effect on those who practice the thirteen heavenly demonic self-attachment. We cannot resist our master."

Mo Li felt it was bizarre. There was no such thing as natural restraint in this world. Even water and fire could be divided into strong and weak situations.

Meng Qi snorted and sneered, "Immortal Truth? To put it nicely, isn't the highest martial arts of Mojieti Temple not the Heavenly Demon Bosun? "

When it comes to Buddhist scriptures, Mo Li is a little confused.

Mr. Qin has never taught me. He has to learn martial arts and medicine for twenty years. It has been enough time to read and recognize words. How can I read these things?

Thinking of the aura of the man in the hat, it was indeed more like practicing evil martial arts.

"The Heavenly Demon Bo Xun is a mistaken name by outsiders. What we practice is not a magic skill, just like outsiders call the "Chonghua Formation" the Heavenly Demon Kuanghua Formation." Mrs. Liu defended her, and was still a little angry.

Meng Qi did not buy it, and said coldly: "I admit that the martial arts of Mojieti Temple are indeed unique. In the past, the monks who founded the temple comprehended the Shurangama Sutra and turned martial arts into demons to disturb the hearts of the minds, thus breaking the confusion and strengthening their desire toward Buddha. Although I don't believe what they believe, the martial arts of Mojieti Temple was not originally intended to compete with others for their strengths. Unfortunately, as time goes by, the monks in Xiliang gradually only valued the power of these martial arts, ignored their original meanings, and even more, some interfered in the government and became obsessed with power, and participated in the internal struggles of the eight major clans."

The Shurangama Sutra is a very special Buddhist scripture. It tells all about how evil and demons deceive practitioners and how to overcome them.

Therefore, there is a saying that the Shurangama Sutra is immortal, and all the sutras and Buddhas are immortal.

Although Meng Qi didn't believe a word, martial arts always had a foundation. Since the martial arts of Mojieti Temple were born here, later generations forget their essence and become addicted to martial arts, and only want to study martial arts to increase their power, they naturally took the wrong path.

"Even when Xiliang destroyed the country, there were still monks in Mojieti Temple who practiced Buddhism without any intentions. What about you?" Meng Qi said coldly, "I'm afraid there are not even those who read scriptures and classics, and they can only recite martial arts and mental methods. Fortunately, they are not strong enough, otherwise they will become possessed sooner or later."

Lady Liu was dumbfounded and instinctively wanted to refute, but when she thought about Meng Qi's strength, she immediately shut up.

Forget it, whoever is better speaks.

Su Li frowned and said, "No matter what martial arts he practiced, I didn't see him as crazy."

“That’s not necessarily.”

This time, the person who spoke was Mo Li. Doctor Mo suspected that the man in the hat had practiced martial arts into an evil method.

Qin Lu once said that some people are naturally born with martial arts skills. Even if they give them random and completely wrong skills, they will take a few more turns, repair and modify them themselves, and finally understand new martial arts.

This kind of thing has happened in the world not once or twice.

There are always people who need to harm others for various reasons and get a wrong technique to try to get into trouble.

Some people succeed, some people who fail to steal chickens and lose rice, such as learning the first-class mental method that has long been lost through the third-rate internal skills, and pissing the person who makes his own wisdom and hurts him to death.

It sounds bizarre, but in fact, the third-rate internal skills and first-rate mental methods were created by the same sect ancestors. The former is a simplified version of the latter. Since some people can create it, some people can deduce the complete martial arts based on the residual or even the simplified version.

This is quite reasonable. It is even more common to learn the second half of the martial arts sub-parts by yourself, and to practice the profound martial arts into evil heretics. Personally, you can understand it freely, such as the white bone claws, the Yin-Cleavage in the storybook.

In short, if the martial arts secrets are given to fools who have no understanding, they cannot be famous. They can only copy them in a straightforward way. When they encounter masters, they will be beaten to find them. Those who are born not ordinary people, as long as they are not the authority of superstitious secrets, it would be fine if they don’t give them secrets. If someone has bad intentions and gives them a wrong and broken book, they can only gain a terrible enemy.

If a man with a straw hat is extremely talented, he may not be able to directly change his mind when he realizes that he is about to become possessed by the evil spirit.

The swordsman took a while to understand what Mo Li said, and then he was a little stunned.

I have no idea that so many things have happened in the world, and so many exquisite swordsmen have thought: Is it difficult to spend money to hire a killer? Is it so traversing and traversing that it hurts people, who is blamed for the counter-effect?

Then Su Li found that he seemed to be no longer a killer, and he could not make a living by others even if he wanted a killer.

But if he doesn't act as a killer, the swordsman doesn't know what he can do, and he is very confused for a moment.

"You just call him 'benefactor', and you just call him 'master', and you don't even know your name?" Meng Qi continued to ask.

Su Li nodded, which made Miss Liu look at him with an expression that was hard to describe, as if she was wondering how there would be someone like him in the world.

"Our master is the last disciple of the Midi King of Mojieti Temple, and is said to be a member of the Feiting tribe."

After Madam Liu finished speaking, Meng Qi was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, "This is such a coincidence."

"how?"

"The Xiliang national masters all came from Mojieti Temple, and Midi is one of the four Dharma Kings in the temple. I remember the last Xiliang national master, who seemed to be the Midi Dharma King."

After hearing this, Mo Li's expression became strange and asked in a voice transmission: "What about this Xiliang National Master? Did you defeat him?"

If he died at the hands of Meng Qi, wouldn’t the man in the hat have a great grudge against Meng Qi?

The title of national master originated in Xiliang Kingdom. About a hundred years ago, Xiliang ordered a monk named Mojieti Temple as the national master. This was the case in the Central Plains since then. The national masters of Xiliang throughout the ages were all very famous monks, and they may not be able to do martial arts. They may only be proficient in Buddhism or are good at using power. Mo Li never thought that there would be this one, so the battle between the Chu Dynasty and Xiliang was the first to fight between the two countries?

"No, when the King of Midi went to the Feting tribe to preach, he was infected with a plague."

“…”

"At that time, a plague broke out in the southwest of Xiazhou, which affected the entire Feiting tribe in a very short time. Nine out of ten camps were empty, and most of the nobles died, let alone the herdsmen slaves. The King of Midi was old and had to hold on for more than half a year with his internal strength. He heard that the Chu Dynasty died of worries and anger when he occupied the capital of Xiliang."

Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi and thought to herself that it was indeed a hatred from the country.

"You don't know if the disciples of the Midi Dharma King should have a Dharma name in Mojiti Temple?"

"I heard... he was a disciple accepted by the last Dharma King not long before his death. He was young and did not receive the precepts. Later, Mojieti Temple was destroyed by war..."

Mo Li suddenly said to Miss Liu: "I look at you, aren't you like the people of Xiliang?"

Not all of the dozen Xiliang masters who practiced the Konghua Formation had different appearances. On the contrary, their characteristics were not conspicuous, especially when Niang Liu looked at them, there was no difference between them and the people of Run County.

Mo Li is not sensitive to human appearance and has only seen it now.

"I am not. My ancestor was a Han citizen who settled in Xiliang. After the country was destroyed, he was forcibly moved into the pass and gathered into villages." Mrs. Liu stared at the three of them and said in a sharp tone, "You want to ask me why I am a Han citizen, why should I restore the country of Xiliang?"

Meng Qi did not answer, but the swordsman asked strangely: "Is there no one in your family? If your parents and brothers are here, and you are chosen to learn the martial arts of Mojieti Temple, can you have other choices?"

Mrs. Liu choked and her aggressive aura disappeared.

Mo Li looked at her for a while and whispered: "If there are people in the tribe, I'm afraid that life will not be easy after moving into the pass."

Ordinary people don’t care if they restore their country or not, they just want to survive.

These former enemy people had a stable life in the Chu Dynasty for a few years, and they welcomed Emperor Yuan of Chu to go crazy and Emperor Ling of Chu fought against powerful ministers and ruined the country. Not to mention the Qi Dynasty behind, Emperor Lu Zhang, was born in the border army and had no good impression of foreign races, and lacked capable ministers who sorted out internal affairs and improved policies to govern the people.

"... There is no shortage of heavy taxes. Even corvee labor is twice as heavy as ordinary people in the border areas. They are often called slaves because our ancestors served foreign races."

Mrs. Liu was expressionless with a face, but a line of tears rolled down, "We are not as good as those naturalized Xiliang people. At least on the border, the Xiliang people who can raise horses and hunt are very respected, saying that they are men. The people in our village can't even lift their heads when they go out, and each generation is worse than the other. My father was less than thirty years old and was exhausted from hard labor. My cousin could not bear the escape. As a result, the 17 families of the same surname were sentenced to slavery and shepherd the border army. My ancestors were also captured by the Xiliang people as slaves. They finally got rid of their hometowns and served as slaves for the people. Unexpectedly, the fallen leaves returned to their roots and returned to the Central Plains, and they were still slaves for generations."

Meng Qi sighed.

There are probably many people like Mrs. Liu.

Otherwise, the man in the hat would not have found so many people as his subordinates.
To be continued...