"It's wind blowing."

Meng Qi stood at the window and looked out.

The trees swayed from side to side, Meng Qi added a soft palm wind to make the branches spread more openly.

I saw the sky gradually becoming gloomy, and thick clouds were rolling, "flowing" into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Mo Li was packing her bags in the house and putting Ayanpuka's letters next to her. Meng Qi had seen these things and no longer had to carry them with her.

The night before yesterday, they set a fire. Mo Li was worried that the scrolls and letters would be destroyed. She even took the tent beside the bed and wrapped them in a layer, and then made them into a big bag with coarse cloth.

The curtain is not an ordinary object. At first glance, it looks like auspicious patterns embroidered by silver threads, but in fact it is a Sanskrit word arranged in palindrome circles.

The font is extremely small, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see clearly, let alone recognize the words above.

Mo Li recognized it as Sanskrit, but she didn't know what it meant.

Thinking that most of the scriptures in Xiliang Majieti Temple were written in Sanskrit, and there was also a Sanskrit tattoo that formed the leaf meridians behind Ayanpuka's root, so I brought it with meridians that day.

Then he handed it to Meng Qi, who read it carefully and smiled and said, "This is something that says it is very important, but it is worthless."

“What is it?”

"The martial arts classics of Mojiti Temple, the Demon Hatsune."

After Meng Qi said that, he rubbed his fingers with the flow, and the light and thin curtain immediately broke into pieces.

The strong wind that just flew into the house and flew out immediately. Some fell into the soil, and some fell into the river and could never be pieced together.

Mo Li closed half of the window, held the last scroll and asked, "What's going on with this picture of a tiger going down the mountain?"

If there was no legend of a tiger appearing at night in the house of the Saint Yang Daozhi, Ayanpuka would not have thought that the original body of the Taijing Dragon Vein was a tiger.

"These rumors are true and false, and time has changed, so it is very difficult to tell the reason, but Yang Daozhi—" Meng Qi thought about it and guessed uncertainly, "Some people like to joke. He is also good at making stone sculptures. He has found good stones in the mountains and made a complete set of twelve zodiac signs. Each stone sculpture is as big as a fist. His techniques are unique, such as the lines and sleeves of the paintings are extremely detailed, contrary to the freehand style of the predecessors, and the details of the stone sculptures are vivid, and none of them are rigid. Among them, the rabbit has his ears standing up and his ears are drooping, and he is half squatting to eat grass. Yang Daozhi put the rabbit sculpture behind the screen of the desk. At night, the temple lit a lantern. I suddenly saw that there was a rabbit stealing food in the house."

The gerbil lives in the mountains and is very familiar with the rabbit's eating expression. Even the gerbil almost admits his mistake. You can imagine how clever Yang Daozhi's skills are.

The light penetrates the paper screen and enlarges the shadow.

"I remember that tiger was sleeping soundly." Meng Qi continued to recall.

Since there are stone sculptures, as long as the position is clever enough, a sleeping tiger suddenly appeared in the thief's eyes.

The thief was already worried, and he had no time to distinguish the authenticity in panic, and he would not look at a painting on the wall. When the constable came, everyone in the Yang family was alarmed, the candlesticks were lit, the room was as bright as daytime, and the tiger could not be found, so people naturally thought of the picture of the tiger hanging.

Although the stone sculpture is different from the tiger in the painting, it is from the hands of one person and there are always subtle similarities. The thief was so scared that he ran out to death. He was taken away by him and could not find the tiger. When he heard people say that when they see the painting again and again, they might believe it, and insisted that the tiger in the painting was the tiger.

People in the world like absurd and bizarre stories. One is spread to ten, ten is spread to hundreds, and the more they pass, the more they pass, the more wrong they become.

But Yang Daozhi himself would not believe it. After searching carefully, he found that the problem was the stone sculpture, and then slowly figured out the trick. Next, the servants of the Yang family frequently saw tigers appearing and in different shapes. It should be that Yang Daozhi found it interesting to "try" new tricks.

As the rumors became more and more absurd, more and more people came to visit the door to explore the secrets. Yang Daozhi immediately put away the stone sculptures when he knew it was wrong. Anyway, he could brag about his paintings.

Meng Qi has never seen all this with his own eyes, and only starts from the details and gives a very possible answer.

But Mo Li was fascinated by the sound of hearing and murmured: "So that's it, it's just that in the record... it was not mentioned that Yang Daozhi was also good at carving stones."

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the abilities of gentlemen. They are outstanding in painting skills and can be praised. Carving stones is the work of craftsmen. It is okay for literati and poets to carve a seal by themselves. If carving stones..."

Meng Qi did not continue to say that Mo Li could understand. Yang Daozhi was unwilling to let outsiders know about it, and his relatives and friends did not promote them. After all, it was related to "fame".

At this time, the wind was getting stronger and stronger outside, and thunder came faintly from the sky.

The ubiquitous spiritual energy of Feihe Mountain is actively responding to the upcoming rainstorm.

Mo Li noticed the change in spiritual energy, and he couldn't help but walk to the window and look at the trees that were messed up by the wind.

"The rain stops and sets off."

Meng Qi didn't say where to go, but Mo Li knew it clearly.

The people of Xiliang ran away and had to work hard to clear their remnants. The most urgent task was to flow into the backyard of Ning King Ning. It would be fine if there was another whereabouts. There was a capable man under King Ning's command. If he discovered A Furong's use, he would in turn gather the remnants of the people of Xiliang and use A Furong to plot, things would be troublesome.

Even so, Meng Qi was worried that he would not be able to catch up. Feihe Mountain was still a long way from Luning County, Yangzhou where King Ning was located.

The spiritual energy is stronger, and people feel that they are about to lose breath, but the dragon veins are all comfortable.

Mo Li's expression changed and he stared at the southeast for a long time.

The wind comes from there, and so are the rain clouds.

——The way to go to Luling County, Yangzhou.

The heavy rain came, and a large mass of spiritual energy slowly rose from the streams and valleys and woods. In the blink of an eye, the entire Feihe Mountain became a "lake" in the eyes of the dragon veins, and water and spiritual energy were everywhere between the sky and the earth.

A thought suddenly appeared in Mo Li's mind, and then he was startled by himself.

However, the body reacts faster than the mind.

With a long dragon roar, a dark dragon rose into the sky in the rain. Its slender and graceful figure seemed to be part of the outline of the mountain forest from afar. The dense rain curtain obscured the eyes of people who were lucky enough to see through the scales. When they rubbed their eyes and tried to identify them again, the dazzling lightning illuminated the forest instantly.

In the reed marsh, the thin boy who quietly climbed onto the roof and remembered the waterway was so scared that he was shuddered and his little face turned pale.

He was in a hurry to get down.

Lightning strikes trees often happens, and staying on the roof is too dangerous.

The boy crawled halfway through, suddenly paused and turned his head in confusion.

It seems that something has passed?

There were white shadows left by lightning in the field of vision, and they seemed to form a giant figure, covering the sky above the head.

"ah!"

The boy's panicked scream was covered by the rumbling thunder.

He fell on the mud, which was soft and had a lot of water, so he would not be injured.

He didn't bother to wipe off the mud from his face, and the boy rolled and crawled up, wanting to see what the monster was just now.

The woods were dark, and the houses in the distance were blurred and nothing was crushed.

He subconsciously looked up and saw another ray of lightning. At the same time, he also vaguely saw the shadow of the "monster". It was so huge that it almost covered half of the sky. Scale pieces on his body reflected the lightning, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in thunder, and he suddenly came down to destroy the world.

The boy was so scared that he sat back into the mud pit.

"What are you doing?" The swordsman pushed open the window impatiently.

This room was originally the residence of Ayanpuka, with the highest terrain.

Su Li just heard the movement on the roof, and after glanced at it, he didn't take it seriously. The main reason was that the boy was no different from a monkey in his eyes, and no matter how he crawled, he would not pose a threat or trouble to himself.

If the boy hadn't fallen and screamed outside, Su Li wouldn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Heaven, in heaven..."

The boy stuttered his fingers.

Su Li frowned and glanced.

There is nothing except heavy rain and thunder.

"...Dragon, it seems there is a dragon." The boy shivered, unable to speak clearly.

Su Li lost interest and closed the window with a snap.

It is impossible for a killer to not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world.

Only the boy was left sitting in the rain, rubbing his hair, he sniffed and sneezed.

The door creaked open, Su Li stepped out, picked up the boy and walked towards the cellar.

The thunder was so thunder that the swordsman felt that the boy was timid, so he simply found a safe place for him.

The boy struggled at first, then looked up at the sky stupidly, touched his face again, and finally looked at the swordsman with trembling teeth, and his eyes fainted.

Su Li: "..."

Isn’t it just that the rain didn’t hit the body, so I was so scared?

The advantage of reaching the realm of internal strength is that it is warm in winter and not hot in summer, and it can also block wind, frost, rain and snow.

Su Li thought it would be fine if he was dizzy and saved the trouble, so he continued to move forward expressionlessly.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something and looked up alertly.

But both the black dragon and the golden dragon are gone, and the trees are lush in the reed marsh. If it weren't for the storm, I wouldn't have thought of seeing the sky at all. Even now, I can only barely identify it in the rain with the fall of the trees.

After looking at it for a while, I didn't find anything. The knife [     Update Fast] turned around in confusion and forgot about it, and suddenly I found that the window of a house was open.

The rain kept pouring into the window along the wind.

Su Li jumped over in two steps, and sure enough, he saw that there was no one in the house, and the medicine bags and bags were neatly packed and placed on the low table behind the chest of drawers.

There happened to be shelter from the wind. There was a letter next to the low table. It was not sealed. Instead, the brush was hanging onto the ground and stained with ink.

Su Li reached out to pick up the letter, took out the paper and saw that it was Mo Li who wrote it to him.

The format is regular, the handwriting is even and strong, and the moli is the best-looking person who has ever seen a swordsman, so he recognizes it at a glance.

The letter once again reminded the people here to take the prescription according to the prescription, and they might come back in a while. Now he and Meng Qi want to continue to investigate A Furong, and said goodbye today, reminding Su Li to pay attention to the spiritual tit. Excluding the last sentence, it was all very ordinary words. What made Su Li feel strange was why Mo Li didn't carry his luggage?

He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but open the medicine bag and look. There was no medicine inside (it was used up in the reed marsh), only a set of silver needles, a landscape painting signed by Mr. Jinshui, and a picture of Yang Daozhi's tiger going down the mountain. He had a wallet, but he had almost no money, and changing clothes was also old.
To be continued...