Mo Li didn't care about Meng Qi's words.

When he was in the clinic, he often asked the patients how they felt. Many patients were illiterate at all. This made them use all kinds of words when describing their own conditions. They were as strong as cows, as weak as foxes who hadn't eaten chickens for a few days, as if they had lost their hair like the old yellow dog next door, and so on.

Some people just describe what they can do... For example, they can push the stone mill ten times and turn over half acre of soil in one breath.

Mountain climbing is a very common metaphor.

And Longjiao Peak, as the name suggests, Mo Li easily thinks that it is the highest point of Shangyun Mountain.

"You can still remember to bring me with you. It seems that you are very awake." Mo Li naturally stretched out his hand to take his pulse and said casually, "I'm afraid that your condition will break out, so I rushed into the mountains and let me follow me for a night in vain."

“…”

Meng Qi's arms were stiff when he heard this.

Mo Li thought Meng Qi could not afford to face, so she didn't think much about it.

The sky was already dark, and there was still some fog left in the forest, making it impossible to see the farther stone steps.

Meng Qi stared at Mo Li deeply. He felt that his eyesight had become better. He seemed to be able to see many things in this mountain, and he didn't have to get too close.

Doctors always wear their clothes neatly, and the areas except their necks and palms will never be exposed. The martial arts masters cannot see people clearly through the thick winter clothes.

But now it suddenly became different. Meng Qi could feel the slender arms under the robe of the person in front of him, and the waist. Just like Meng Qi used to estimate the side, there was only a thin layer of muscle in the chest and abdomen, which seemed a little weak.

But that's an illusion.

Meng Qi had seen the power burst out from this body, and he had become a gerbil and rested comfortably in Mo Li's arms. Mo Li's body was not that soft and his muscles were hard, even if he was deliberately relaxed because of the gerbil's sleep.

The illusion of softness is because of the warmth, like a river beach that has been sunburned by the sun for a day.

Although Mo Li was not much different from his height, Meng Qi had the strange urge to hold the other party up and put it into his palms without anyone discovering it.

It would be great if the doctor was also a gerbil...

Then the two of them leaned together and shared the same cave, with long hairs close by, and looked like a larger round ball from a distance. He would definitely drag the most comfortable grass leaves and the sweetest fruit into the cave, and then they would not go anywhere, and just slept through the whole winter.

This led to the strange expression of Mo Li, who was chewing Meng Qi's pulse.

——Qi flows through Shaoyang, qi and blood flow in the meridians, and essence sinks to the dantian. This is a very obvious sign of emotion.

Then the yang energy slowly dissipated and the heart meridian gradually stabilized. If Meng Qi had not stood in front of him, Mo Li felt that this meridian was a person who was sleeping and had no distractions.

This is a little too fast to see through the world!

Although the internal masters suppressed the desires and desires in their bodies, as simple as eating and drinking water, Meng Qi's previous changes proved that the spiritual energy had an impact on him. Mo Li was about to take further pulse and prescribe the prescription, but accidentally raised her head and met Meng Qi's eyes.

“…”

Mo Li almost thought he had seen the golden dragon.

The giant dragon entrenched above Taijing is full of golden scales and is radiant.

The dragon was originally hidden in the clouds and mist, with half open and half closed, and its breath was almost nothing. Suddenly, it woke up and stared at the outsider who came to its territory, and its body slowly unfolded.

Just as Mo Li was seen by the Taijing Dragon Vein and Shenyou when she was in Qimao Mountain.

The dragon's eyes were like two suns lit up in the dark night, and it seemed that everything in the world was in it.

Meng Qi's eyes naturally did not shine, but in Mo Li's eyes, Meng Qi and the golden dragon at this moment coincided with each other.

"Meng...Meng Qi?"

"Um."

"What did you see?"

Meng Qi didn't blink and said in a gentle tone: "I want to talk to the doctor..."

When he spoke the last few words, he suddenly woke up and stopped.

"I want to spend every day, every moment, every moment with the doctor."

“…”

Mo Li was confused by the golden dragon-like gaze and almost agreed.

Mo Li knew that Meng Qi was happy with him, so he was not surprised when he noticed that Meng Qi suddenly became moved.

Compared to the first time he was confused about how the dragon vein would have a desire for another dragon vein, and the situation where the dragon vein and the dragon vein were together and could not have children, Mo Li was much better now.

After all, after spending time together, Mo Li has slowly understood Meng Qi’s thoughts and tried to think about her body and the future from this direction, and the sentient beings in this world.

Meng Qi was like opening a door for him, and many scenery that he had never encountered before came to his eyes.

Although he is still uncertain about the future, Mo Li is no longer the Qimaoshan Dragon Vein, who only wants to find a companion when he left Zhushan County. There is something more in his heart, a lot of color added to his eyes, and everything in the world has undergone subtle changes.

——As a dragon vein, born in the world, you will eventually turn yourself into a "human".

Mo Li looked at Meng Qi and whispered: "Although I don't know why, it's very happy."

"Who is it?" Meng Qi reacted very quickly and frowned.

Mo Li took advantage of the movement of holding Meng Qi's wrist and let Meng Qi's hand slowly rest on his left hand.

The rhythm of the heart meridian is a little fast.

Hidden under the fair skin, it was quickly motivated, time and time again.

After Meng Qi was stunned, he simply stretched out his hands together and covered Mo Li's left hand.

Mo Li's wrist was pinched in the center of his palm. He was a little amused and laughed. He just wanted Meng Qi to hold his pulse and feel it. As a result, the other party wanted to take his hand away.

“Relax.”

Mo Li had to remind that his wrists were so tightly closed that their qi and blood were blocked and their fingers were numb.

Meng Qi let his palms take off a little force, but he still refused to let go. At the same time, his eyes followed Mo Li's arm, all the way to his shoulders, and finally stayed on his left chest.

“…”

This was too much, and Dr. Mo took his hand back mercilessly.

"Is it not enough to hear the true qi entering the meridian gate?" Mo Li said with a stern face.

"I'm not a doctor, so I can't take my pulse." Meng Qi looked innocent. According to the script, shouldn't he lean on his chest to listen?

Mo Li turned around and left without looking back.

Meng Qi was not in a hurry, but just followed behind slowly, with a smile on his lips becoming more and more obvious.

Dragon Claw Peak is a road to the mountains that people walk more frequently. The scenery of Mount Yunshan is magnificent, and strange peaks and stones are emerging one after another. When you look at it from different directions, the peaks often show another shape. Apart from the peaks marked as a forbidden area, there are more than ten other peaks that have visitors all year round. With more people, the road is naturally well built.

The stone steps of the Dragon Claw Peak are flat, so it is easy for ordinary people to walk, let alone martial arts masters with internal strength.

Easily climbed halfway up the mountain.

During this period, five pavilions were passed, some were built at the bend of the mountain road, and some were expanded into short corridors and long pavilions, which could accommodate more than 20 people. Mo Li guessed that these were resting places built according to the physical strength of ordinary people.

It is already night now, there is no one in the pavilion, and the same is true on the mountain road.

Before I knew it, the mo carp walked slowly and slowly.

There are trees next to the mountain road, the flowers on the branches have been gathered, and the stone steps are paved with a light layer of pink and white, all with petals. The birds all return to their nests, and they are still singing in the forest, and the valley echoes quietly.

"Meng Qi, where do you live?"

"It's very far away from here. You have to climb nine mountains. Looking at the dragon shape of the nineteen peaks of Yunshan, you are approaching the tail of the dragon." Meng Qi replied, thinking of the pet he once raised.

The appearance of the little gerbil in my memory has slowly faded away.

Only deep anger and grief remained, and it seemed to have happened yesterday.

Mo Li discovered the change in Meng Qi's breath behind him in time. He turned around and walked quickly, then pressed his hand on Meng Qi's back and said seriously: "Calm down and calm down."

Meng Qi looked in that direction for a long time and sighed.

He remembered something again.

Thinking of how the little gerbil appeared, he was wandering around the mountains that day, and suddenly he felt that some of the spiritual energy ran away disobediently and never returned. It was like a thief came to his house and stole part of the property from Shangyun Mountain.

No, it's even more exaggerating.

Like the "value stuff" at home, I ran away with the thief.

As a mountain spirit, he was very angry.

The memory of this part is unclear, and Meng Qi didn't know how he checked it. Anyway, he quickly found the "culprit" and hid at the door of his "home".

It feels like I'm not leaving for a long time and I'm stealing it.

He stared at the land, and didn't know how long he had been staring at it, and finally a trembling white ball appeared in the spiritual cave.

There is no specific form or self-awareness. He is just forced out by the pressure of the "household head" and trembles instinctively.

The feeling was very special, like something with the same origin of breath, but it was different. Meng Qi remembered that he could throw this round ball away at that time, but it had already taken enough of it, and he would not starve to death when he went out, and he could transform into shape and produce consciousness.

But he didn't.

He built a house there and transplanted spiritual medicine to make it easier for the spiritual acupoints to communicate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Every day when the sun rises and the moon sets, the dumplings are forced out.

——Aura, you have to drink it if you don’t drink it.
To be continued...