"Ah Yeh!"

The coachman Lao Qi sneezes heavily.

He rubbed his arms, and drank the medicine he had finally gotten in line, and then shivered by the pain.

Looking at the clearing sky, many people in the caravan showed smiles on their faces.

Those who couldn't find the empty house were no longer making noise. The people in Lingyao Village asked for prices randomly, but they didn't want to live there! As long as it didn't rain, I could go to the next village for two days until the flood receded! So the people who came to buy medicine in the neighboring village happily rowed the boat back and called more merchants on board.

Soon there were only a few caravans left in the village that came at the beginning, as well as people who were afraid of bad diseases and even if they took medicine.

Lao Qi stretched his body, and it was really uncomfortable to crowd people just now.

The caravan manager was frowning and counting the water-soaked goods. When the water receded here, they could not get on the road immediately because there was mud everywhere. It was difficult to get up when the wheels were stuck. The caravan manager was already thinking about how much it would cost to hire people to carry them into the city.

Lao Qi quietly touched the back of the wheel and found a low wall to shelter from the wind. He was about to take a nap.

Just when he was half asleep, the wall crook suddenly stretched out a hand with black ointment, covered Lao Qi's mouth with lightning speed, and dragged the person out.

The coachman Lao Qi opened his eyes wide and kicked his legs to struggle. But the wind whirred in his ears, and he flew out like a cloud of fog.

"Bang."

With a dull sound, Lao Qi fell into the pile of weeds.

He was covered in mud, and fortunately, he ran outside for many years and had rough skin. His elbows and shoulders that were not covered by his clothes had thick calluses. The jagged leaves of the weeds only drew white marks, without blood.

Lao Qi was about to struggle to get up, but someone actually grabbed his neck with his palm from behind.

"If you dare to move, you will be killed."

The sound is strangely sandy, like a bone rubbing against the wooden board.

Lao Qi's pupils contracted, and he could feel the power contained in those fingers. This was definitely not a good person.

There are many people who practice strange kung fu in the world. Often, they don’t have any great achievements in kung fu and make themselves troubled, especially evil ways. Those who are good at using poison have yellow faces and thin skin, like skeletons, afraid of cold and heat, and their voices are even worse than ghosts.

"You...who are you?" Lao Qi pretended to be scared and quietly touched his waist with his fingers.

Then his wrist hurt and his right hand fell weakly to the side.

"Don't play tricks, don't yell."

"..." Lao Qi's goosebumps came out, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He saw the other party's hand before, and now the hand is pinching his neck, no different from pinching a chicken.

There was still a choking ointment on his face. Lao Qi didn't even dare to breathe. He listened to the person behind him and smiled gloomyly: "I know you are a pawn from Fengxing Pavilion. Fengxing Pavilion has been so powerful recently that it has destroyed several villages on the Green Forest Road... It's so powerful. Could it be that I thought I had become the old Jinyiwei, and even the news of digging and selling ** can't fill your appetite, and I can't even care about things that shouldn't be involved?"

The coachman Lao Qi was shocked. It turned out that it was for this matter.

His mouth drooped, his eyes rolled up, and he begged bitterly: "This senior, I am not even a man from the Jianghu. But I learned some three-legged cats from the boxer in the past. I was tiring up the money by chasing a car. You said I was doing business for Fengxing Pavilion. I was a errand for Dongting three years ago. I was still making a living in the Yangzhou area ten years ago. I was just lazy and afraid of death. I got worse and worse. Fengxing Pavilion - Hi, you can say that I am a member of Fengxing Pavilion, but except for the shopkeeper and the clerk I sold the news, the other people in Fengxing Pavilion do not recognize me. There is no one thousand or eight hundred."

"What nonsense."

Meng Qi pretended to shout.

Mo Li kept watching and listening.

Doctor Mo was very curious about Meng Qi's strange voice. It is said that some folk artists can speak ventriloquism and can speak vocals without moving their mouths. Some witches learned to deceive and deceive, called "Belly Immortal". Meng Qi can't speak ventriloquism, but the way of speaking has a vague and similarity.

He spoke the same way, but he swallowed the sound and made a strange and gloomy sound.

"I have no apprentice and am about to settle the score with Fengxing Pavilion, but I was delayed by a storm and hit you, the dishonest boy, and you look around and there are ghosts! I cheated you, but I didn't expect that I was really a lackey from Fengxing Pavilion!"

The coachman Lao Qi was so angry that he rolled his eyelids, but now he was the one who was doing his job as a slaughter, so he could only continue to beg for mercy: "Although the young man is useless, he also knows the rules of Fengxingge and does not do any money-free work. As for the water in Pengze... no, the Green Lin brothers' affairs are really wronged!"

"Don't be sloppy, say, who is your recent branch manager? I should listen to whether the name of this dog is good in the way."

Meng Qi spoke one after another, but the coachman Lao Qi hesitated a little.

This tone is not very similar to the people in the martial arts world here.

Where did the devil come from? His speaking style is the same as a script!

But the hand that was choking his neck could not be faked. The coachman Lao Qi struggled quietly, without any use. The guy behind him probably didn't need a second move to kill him.

Yes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, just behave well!

"Senior, calm down, calm down!" The coachman Lao Qi turned his eyes and quickly thought of saying something.

His vision was blocked by weeds more than one person tall, and he did not dare to move rashly, so he could not see the ink carp diagonally in front of his right hand.

Mo Li had a very good eye and saw the expression of the coachman Lao Qi, including the reaction when he first heard Meng Qi asking about the death of the water bandits.

——That was an angry and resentful expression.

The coachman Lao Qi may have felt that it was thankless to destroy the water bandits from the bottom of his heart. Now he is in trouble for this matter, so he cannot vent his anger.

This didn't surprise Mo Li. As Lao Qi himself said, Fengxing Pavilion is very big, and there are many people who run errands for it. Most people don't care what Fengxing Pavilion wants to do, nor do they know why the superiors do this. It's not easy to get involved in the world. It's enough to have a backer and have a good meal behind it.

The coachman Lao Qi was afraid of losing his life, so he said cruelly: "Senior, please spare my life. Actually, I have a news. I don't know whether it is true or not. It is said that the business of killing water bandits is related to the government."

The black carp was shocked when he heard the sound.

"What's wrong with the water bandits? Have you robbed something you shouldn't?" Meng Qi continued to ask in that creepy tone.

"I don't know, I really don't know anymore. Why not... the senior went to ask Yuan Ting, 'Out of the Mountain Tiger'. He is the main person in our area. He is the best at Peng Ze's affairs. We all have to call Mr. Yuan."

The coachman Lao Qi had no backbone and directly reported the people above.

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows slightly and slapped Lao Qi fainted.

Mo Li walked over and handed Meng Qi a piece of coarse cloth, who slowly wiped the ointment from his hands.

There are many talented people in the world who are very good at tracking temperatures. Since Lao Qi, the coachman from Fengxing Pavilion, even though his martial arts skills are not good, Meng Qi did not underestimate him, and he still made some preparations. The ointment is pungent, and now everyone in the village is applying it. Not to mention humans, even if he really has a dog's nose, it will not be useful.

"This person..."

Mo Li only said two words and frowned.

First, the coachman Lao Qi said whether it was true or not. Second, it is common for such a small person in the world to save his life and not be loyal and righteous. As a tentative and questioning party, although Mo Li and the other two never thought that they could get so much, they would not take human life for granted because of their despised each other.

Mo Li changed his words and said, "Official government? Why did King Ning suddenly clear the water bandits and still have to come in such a twists and turns?"

"Ha, of course it's not for the shameful baby. What I said just now was an excuse for randomness, because people in the martial arts world would think so." Meng Qi waved his hand and said solemnly, "If I'm not wrong, this is clearing the road."

"Clear the road?"

"Yes, this is the jurisdiction of King Ning. The capable Mr. Qiu under King Ning provoked a confrontation between the Jingzhou naval army and the Qi Chao navy, and the war was about to begin. The jurisdiction of King Ning was bordering King Jing, which was a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Once a war started, the first thing to do was to clear the grain roads. There were more water routes in the south, and the transportation of grain and water routes were lighter. So let alone the water bandits entrenched in Pengze, all other bandits with climate formations would be wiped out. This is the so-called 'clear road'."

Mo Li suddenly realized when she heard this.

When it comes to strategy and fighting the food route, Meng Qi is a complete expert.

"... Add to the news we received before, Qiu Jing, the head of Fengxing Pavilion, may be the daughter of the strategist, who pretended to have died of illness, but in fact he changed his name and changed his name and disguised himself as a man in the martial arts world. The position and thoughts of the strategist are not known for the time being, but with this relationship, it is not a problem to call Fengxing Pavilion as a "sword" with the strategist."

Mr. Qiu was very capable, and even made strange tricks to clear the roads of the world, so that people could not detect the direction of King Ning's war. However, Meng Qi had enough clues in his hands, and war was a "major event of the country". There would be all kinds of clues left, and even those with discerning eyes could not be covered by them.

"We have to go to Luling County."

Meng Qi told Mo Li that it was because of A Furong before, and now the war is confirmed to begin.

It can even be said that King Ning's strategist has been dormant for many years and is finally about to show his strength.

Mo Li was silent. He didn't want Feng Xingge's true face to be the chess piece that King Ning planned.

He felt that Qiu Jing was not such a person either.

But if all this is true-

"There may have been two kinds of sounds inside Fengxing Pavilion."

Meng Qi used a message to secretly tell Mo Li, "One is a real man in the martial arts world, and the other has other thoughts. Because of the clever adviser and his father's transcendent identity, there has never been a conflict within Fengxing Pavilion. For example, selling ointment to help Dr. Peng, and for example, Qingjiao Water Bandits, Qiu Jing believes that this is all for helping the people, and her father wants more people to farm and fish in the territory of Ningwang, and there must be enough people to serve as soldiers... Because visionary advisers all know that the disease cannot spread, so he does not object and will support Qiu Jing's approach."

Mo Li sighed in her heart.

Meng Qi threw the coachman Lao Qi next to him and whispered: "There is still this person, maybe there is a problem."

“How to say it?”

"I have been wondering why the King of Wu wanted to recruit people from the Jianghu to reward people from the Jianghu. At first, I thought he was greedy for life and death, and was afraid of someone assassinating him. Later, in Shimo Mountain Village, we met the Jianghu people who wanted to kill the dragon veins of Qi Chao. I also thought that the King of Wu was a confused insect who believed in the nonsense of alchemists."

Meng Qi looked thoughtful and turned to Mo Li and smiled, "But whether it is a fool or a fear of a dead ghost, he is all the King of Wu. There are capable people under King Ning, but not under King Wu. Qiantang is the richest place in the world, with merchants gathering. If a minister of the King of Wu feels that Fengxing Pavilion is inappropriate, it is very likely to make such a countermeasure. Recruiting martial arts experts, borrowing Jianghu people to observe Fengxing Pavilion's every move, and even... Put some people in Fengxing Pavilion. Anyway, there are so many people at the bottom of the Jianghu Pavilion, and I don't know who they are doing things for. As long as you reveal a message at that time, it's enough."

Meng Qi looked down at the coachman Lao Qi, obviously doubting this person.

Mo Li suddenly sighed deeply, and he heard Meng Qi say in his ear:
Chapter completed!