Mo Li was carefully exploring where the strange feeling came from. Suddenly he heard a voice calling him on the shore.

The lake shore is very large, but it is impossible for ordinary people to call Mo Li the name in front of the empty lake.

The black fish swam back immediately.

It was indeed Meng Qi standing on the shore. He was covered in a mess of cloth and seemed to be holding a piece in his hand.

Mo Li turned back into a human form in the waist-deep water and asked in surprise: "Why are you back so soon?"

"The wind blows over." Meng Qi smiled, "It may be that the goods from a caravan were blown away by the wind."

The cloth faded by the rain, as if it was torn apart by the whole cloth after being swept away by the wind.

"There are some clothes on the tree, but they are all broken."

Half a sleeve, a piece of rag, or something like that, these are relatively large pieces, the small ones are nowhere to go.

"Put it with this first, go ashore and then look for it carefully."

Mo Li originally wanted to bring up the things in the lake, but she didn't find anything, so she didn't speak.

Meng Qi whispered while wrapping the moli with cloth, "It is said that the Indians wear this way."

"Only women are." Mo Li glanced at him and stretched out his hand to pull the cloth.

Meng Qi took the opportunity to avoid it, exchanged four or five tricks of grabbing hands, and then pretended to be unable to defeat the situation and was pushed to the side by Mo Li. He was very surprised why he was exposed.

"How does the doctor know about the costumes of the Indian woman?"

When Meng Qi was the national teacher, all the small countries around the Chu Dynasty came to pay tribute. He not only met the Indians, but also learned Sanskrit, but it was strange that Mo Li knew about these. It was impossible for the books that could be collected to mention the customs and customs of India, nor did it in Buddhist scriptures.

Mo Li wrapped the cloth around her chest and abdomen, raised her eyes and said, "The books I read while staying in the Taijing Palace."

"You weren't--"

Are you looking for traces of the dragon vein when you are searching for local chronicles?

"I'm worried that there are no Jiuzhou in China, so I have to go outside to find the dragon vein." Mo Li replied.

The dragon vein does not symbolize the national destiny. It is born and grown in the earth. There are mountains in China, and there are naturally outside.

According to historical records, the Western Regions and even further away Persia, the Qin Dynasty (Rome) all have high mountains and ridges, and there are mountains outside Kunlun. However, India and Tubo are not far apart but cannot go directly. From the map, it is a very long and high mountain range.

"There are also many mountains in the southwest of Nanzhao. Although you said you had been there once and didn't see the dragon vein, we can continue walking deeper and climb over the snow-capped mountains..."

Mo Li's voice came to an abrupt end. Meng Qi was just interested and couldn't help but urged: "Why don't you say it?"

Mo Li looked at him expressionlessly: "We have a lot to do."

"The people of Xiliang are not a problem, and A Furong can solve it soon. There will always be a day when the general trend of the world will be temporarily calmed down. Before the spiritual acupoint has exhausted, our time will be endless." Meng Qi said the more he felt that something was wrong, because Mo Li's expression did not seem to be about this, so he stopped.

"We have to go back to Pingzhou."

When I returned to Zhushan County, Pingzhou, I met Mr. Qin.

Meng Qi's mind was spinning quickly, and he understood in a moment, and he was immediately embarrassed.

He touched his nose and decided not to speak.

In fact, Meng Qi thought about going to Zhushan County many times. The main reason was that Xue Tingzhong, the magistrate of Zhushan County, was an imperial examination in the Chu Dynasty and served as an official in the Chu Dynasty. He must have known many rumors about "Meng Guoshi" and was particularly "prejudice" towards him. Qin Lu was about the same age as himself. What would he think if he knew that he had abducted his apprentice?

Meng Qi always sweats on his back whenever he thinks about it, and almost wants to suggest Mo Li bring a gerbil back.

No matter what, it's considered "seen".

"A teacher is like a father, and you need to report it." Mo Li continued.

“…”

The picture in Meng Qi's mind suddenly turned into a moli holding a gerbil and saying to Qin Lu that he wanted to marry him.

No, this won't succeed.

Mo Li glanced at him and said, "The teacher doesn't care whether the person who gets married to me in the future is a man or a woman. The main reason is that he thinks that is not a human, but a fish."

"Ah?" Meng Qi was stunned.

Mo Li held his forehead and said, "This is my fault. The teacher thought I was a fish demon." He still wanted to jump into the dragon gate.

Meng Qi was confused, so he wanted to put a fish on it?

Wait, as a fish demon, there is no problem with being an eighty-year-old?!

Who said that monsters must become original forms to prove that they are monsters? Age is the biggest advantage!

Solved a difficult problem!

Meng Qi was revitalized and took a different approach. There was nothing in the world that could not be broken! Isn’t it just to establish advantages and resolve disadvantages? If you come up with the wisdom of planning for the battle back then, you will definitely succeed.

The mo carp next to it: "..."

The gerbil was sarcastic when he was unknown. Forget it, he would rather find a place with people to change it to normal clothes first.

The two walked along the lake shore.

About ten miles later, looking at the still boundless lake, Meng Qi compared the map in his heart and stopped the trail: "This is Pengze."

There are only five lakes as big as the Central Plains, namely Yunmengze, Pengze, Zhenze, Hongze and Jiaohu. Among them, Hongze is located in the north, and is in the jurisdiction of the Qi Dynasty. It just happened that Pengze is the southeast of Jingzhou, and the other few are either south or east, or too far away.

"Pengze covers a very wide area, first find out the direction and then find the way to Luling County."

After Meng Qi finished speaking, he changed his appearance and made himself look about forty years old, with a calm temperament, with a few strands of gray and silver hair on his temples and a few fine lines on the corners of his eyes. Even if he was embarrassed, he would not be in a state of despair. When he went out, he would be treated by the caravan, because merchants traveled around the country and had extensive knowledge and would suspect that this was an official position or a certain aristocratic race.

The poor scholars do not have such a look when they live and move their qi and nourish their bodies.

Master Meng, who was about to "lie", turned his head and asked Mo Li to change like this.

The population in the south is denser than in the north, and the distance between villages is shorter. As long as you don’t live in the mountains, people are slightly easier to buy and sell goods and treat doctors than in the north. Mo Li thought about it and changed her appearance. She was too young and was afraid that the patients would not believe him.

"Ali is so beautiful." Meng Qi was very novel. He thought Mo Li still looked like a hermit, but his age changed, and a gentle and elegant scholar came out.

The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but the eyes are flowing, and the behavior is full of freedom and freedom, just holding a glass of wine and singing softly.

This seems a bit much different?

Before, he was a humble gentleman and a hermit who was indifferent to fame and fortune. Why did he suddenly become an unruly talented man who could see through the troubles of wine, sex, money and energy?

“…”

In fact, Mo Li, who is 40 years old, imitates Xue Ting. Although Xue Lingjun is old now, she has fascinated many young ladies in Zhushan County more than ten years ago. Xue Lingjun lives freely and can enjoy it even if she knows how to enjoy it. Even in such a barren place in Zhushan County, she is very good at living. Whether it is cooking tea, wine or Shangle's ability to taste paintings is better than Qin Lu.

The people of Zhushan County did not understand what aristocratic style and talented men were, so they bluntly felt that Xue Lingjun was like a god.

In other words, this is probably what the gods and immortals look like.

As for Mo Li, Mo Li secretly learned about Xue Lingjun's behavior when he was a child.

I didn't react for the moment when I changed just now, and I instinctively used it.

When Mo Li saw the stunning look in Meng Qi's eyes, she felt like she had knocked her over the Five Flavors bottle, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

I knew there would be today...

Don't learn anymore!

***

The fire is weak, and the firewood that emits moisture is difficult to ignite.

The coachman Lao Qi in the caravan held his arms and shivered.

It was originally the hot summer season, so they were all wearing single clothes. Now they were soaked and hard to dry, and the cool breeze was blowing.

It was obviously so hot two days ago that people were about to be roasted out of oil. The caravan even fainted when they were on the way.

The caravan could not have been delayed for a few coachmen and left the person directly, and hired new people in the city to drive the car. Because of his age, Lao Qi was recommended to the caravan by the chariots. As a result, just one day after leaving the city, he encountered this rare storm.

Lao Qi was a little better. He knew that this was the legendary "Dragon King Water". People found a high ground in the flat suburbs to hide from the rain, and the chance of survival was higher. At least they would not be killed by the house collapsed or the debris caused by the wind.

However, Lao Qi has never seen such a huge Dragon King Water several times in his life.

And it's not as scary as today.

The canopy was "peeled" away by the wind, and the trunk broke. When the wind was the strongest, it seemed that countless evil ghosts cried at the same time, which was like opening the gate of hell.

Fortunately, the caravan had Lao Qi and another old coachman. They found a place to shelter from the wind, behind a small hill by the lake, and saved the caravan's caravan's goods. Although the surface was seriously soaked in water, neither the car nor the goods were swept away by the wind.

However, some people were unlucky to sprain their ankle or were scratched by branches, and the injuries were not severe.

After the storm stopped, water accumulated under the hills, mixed with a large amount of silt and sand.

If a person can barely swim over, the car won’t work.

And I don't dare to get out of this water.

Just as everyone was in a state of turmoil, two people wearing ragged clothes came outside.

I was dressed either in clothes or in the cloth I picked up casually. It is said that I had a boat overturned when I encountered a wind on the lake. In order to survive, I could only take off my burdens of clothes for the sake of swimming. I finally saved my life.

Fortunately, it’s because of its good nature. The caravans were shocked when they heard it.

Just now, the rain was so heavy that it hurt that it hit the body. There was a tornado on the lake. I was not sent to the bottom of the water by the Dragon King, but I had already burned high incense at home.

In fact, what these two people said doesn't matter. Just looking at their appearance, they are not ordinary people.
To be continued...