I Honor

: Qing Emperor Destroys Longevity

Looking at Jiang Hengchuan’s back, Meng Qi’s eyes were dark and difficult to understand, and finally he shook his head and smiled, went down the Hero Tower, and went straight to Huang Tingguan.

Now that I have been confirmed as not a chess piece on the chessboard, I can openly visit all the young masters and ask why. Instead of revealing my identity as a spy, I want to see what the mastermind behind the scenes can do.

In Go, this is called a trial hand.

Huang Ting Guan, located in the east of the city, bathes in the morning light and the cold moon, which is serene and serene.

Qingyu lived in the guest house, and when Meng Qi pushed open the door under the guidance of a Taoist priest, he happened to see him with his back turned to him, worshiping the Emperor of Heaven, and doing his afternoon class.

He was wearing a blue Taoist robe and a purple crown on his head. His movements were meticulous, not like a young man, but like an elder whose body was half buried by the years, and he was also focused.

Meng Qi had the experience of looking at the old man’s statue in the morning, and his body and mind were calm, without being disturbed, he sat on the stone chair by himself, waiting for the rest.

After a long time, Qingyu finished his afternoon class, turned around slowly, and walked towards Meng Qi with “Years” in his hand, with an inexplicable smile on his face: “Last night was a great show.”

“Big drama” Meng Qi asked subconsciously, and immediately understood what he was referring to. That seemingly old-fashioned drama was full of loopholes and weird plots.

Qingyu put away his smile and sat upright: “Benefactor Su, what do you mean by coming?”

“I would like to know why Brother Dao came to Maoling.” Meng Qi was straightforward, without any concealment.

Qingyu raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and let out a laugh: “So you’re not.”

“I’m not.” Meng Qi didn’t feel ashamed at all.

Qingyu didn’t answer directly, but stroked the star blade of “Yueyue”: “Since you are not, why did Pindao tell you?””Because I stepped into a trap last night.” Meng Qi’s mouth twitched.

Qing Yu still didn’t answer, and fixedly looked at Meng Qi, as if I wouldn’t speak unless you come up with valuable information.

Meng Qi paused: “Shocked Baili brought his family here because of a chance event, and counted all the people here because someone competed with him, um. Take every young master who came to Maoling as a pawn.”

Qingyu’s hand touching “Suiyue” tightened, his face changed slightly, and then turned cold: “Someone told Pindao that there are ruins in Maoling, and many young masters will come, including several top ten people. Pindao can I want to find them to discuss with each other, so Pindao is here.”

“You came here to learn from each other.” Meng Qi thought of what Qingyu said in the hero building, but he believed this reason.

A trace of fanaticism appeared on Qingyu’s face: “Yes, I will be a hero in the world.”

“I don’t know who told you that.” Meng Qi pointed to the core.

Qingyu shook his head: “I don’t know. Someone sent a letter to Pindao, and Maoling is a hub of a great river, with many masters, and the sneaky villain can’t make a big noise, and certainly can’t harm Pindao, so I am very quiet and want to move.” , I came to Maoling to have a look, and the result was in line with the content of the letter, but I didn’t expect it to be used as a pawn by others.”

Speaking of the last half sentence. He gritted his teeth a little bit.

“Actually, it’s very easy to break the game.” Meng Qi smiled.

Qingyu’s hand holding the knife relaxed: “I would like to hear the details.”

“As long as Daoist brothers leave Maoling and return to their own families, no matter what the layout or conspiracy is, it will come to nothing.” When he said this, Meng Qi suddenly had the feeling that he was trying to persuade the children who had run away from home to return to their parents. The feeling of hugging.

Qingyu snorted: “Pindao is a coward like a mouse. Since some people dare to use Pindao as a pawn, then Pindao will overturn their chessboard. Let’s see how capable they are.”

“And the more this is the case, the more promising young masters will come. If you don’t see them for a while, how can Pindao be willing to leave?”

Seeing that Qingyu’s attitude was very firm, Meng Qi was powerless, so he could only say: “If you find any clues in the future, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Qingyu held the handle of “Saiyue”, put away emotions such as arrogance, stubbornness, and gnashing of teeth, Gujing said without a wave: “You have to prove one thing, the clues of the poor will not be entrusted to anyone, if you go through a lot of trouble to tell Your message, but you died directly in a dark corner, isn’t it a waste of effort?”

Tasting the meaning of Qingyu’s words, Meng Qi cupped his hands: “Please enlighten me, Brother Dao.”

Qing Yu didn’t draw the saber immediately, but looked into Meng Qi’s eyes, and said word by word: “The saber technique that Pindao practiced is the five directions and five emperors’ sabers recorded in the Jade Book of Heavenly Emperors, with a total of five styles and thousands of evolutions. ”

While speaking, his aura gradually rose, dignified and majestic, overlooking the common people, the surrounding space swayed slightly, as if he was paying homage to the master.

In ancient times, there was Qing Emperor Dongwanggong, Jinhuangxi Queen Mother, Black Emperor Zhenwu, and Fire Emperor Fengxi, who were all known in the world, and they were combined with the Central Heavenly Emperor to form the “Five Fangs and Five Emperors”, but they were all inferior to the Heavenly Emperor, so Qing Dynasty There is also a saying that the emperor of heaven suppressed the ancient times.

Among them, the Fire Emperor and Fengxi are the demon saints. They waited until the heavens fell into dust, the nine heavens disappeared, the heavenly emperors fell, and the other three emperors disappeared or died, and then they reached the peak and demonized the land.

Qi Qi competes, spirit confronts, and Meng Qi’s momentum changes accordingly. He complements each other with the stone table and stone bench, with the grass and trees, with the smoke from the Huangting Temple, and with the sparrows flying across the sky. And not in the world: “The sword technique I practiced is Ananda’s breaking the precepts sword, the world of mortals is rolling, karma and karma, immortals can’t get rid of it.”

The only one he can report his name in a fair and honest manner is “Ananda’s Breaking the Precepts Saber Technique”, and at this time he has also used the mental technique of this sword move, extroverted and half-integrated into the environment.

At the same time, Meng Qi used profound kung fu to deliberately change the reaction of the outer muscles and the flow of zhenqi on the body surface, so that he could not sense the state of Qingyu, and he could not let him easily spy on it.

Qingyu slowly pulled out “Years”, with an ancient and clumsy movement, showing a strange cautiousness, as if afraid of disturbing the time, leaving mottled and full of charm.

A knife shines brightly, the dead are like a husband

Pulled by Qi, Meng Qi also stretched out his hand towards the handle of the knife. The movement was extremely fast, as if hallucinating. Just as Qing Yu had the idea of ​​drawing the knife, he saw the silvery white light jump out.

Birth is quick, death is quick, life is like a fleeting moment, with endless youth in an instant, brilliant for a lifetime, this is the true interest of the world of mortals.

Meng Qi’s state of mind changed, so he was able to draw the knife so quickly, allowing countless movements to explode in an instant, leaving an imprint for years.

Of course, this also comes from the mutual stimulation of the momentum of the two sides. Under the traction of Qi, they all climbed to the peak that was difficult to climb in the past.

That’s why there are so many strong people looking for equal opponents. Beauty is easy to get, but good enemy is hard to find. Without “you”, how can I touch the will of heaven if I wield my sword alone

Qingyu’s movements are extremely slow, with a long charm, and his voice is ethereal, as if falling from the nine heavens:

“This knife is the Qing Emperor destroying longevity.”

The voice just fell. “Years” are like electricity, falling from the sky.

The trajectory of this knife is so mysterious that it cannot be described in words. There is no sound of wind, the knife strength seems to disappear, and the surrounding air flow has not changed, but Meng Qi feels that the vitality is disappearing, and it is throwing towards “time”.

The vitality of the fallen leaves disappeared, and the vitality of the stone table disappeared. own vitalitydisappear

If life is cut off, what’s the difference between hiding and not hiding?

The silver and white electric light flickered, and the wild snake danced wildly, flickering indefinitely. It’s like ghosts and ghosts.

The light of the knife is ethereal, like greed and detachment.

Qingyu’s eyes froze, his face was full of enthusiasm, and the years slowed down.

It is this slow “Heavenly Injury” that shoots out. Cut into the sword of “Qingdi destroys longevity”, grasped a little vitality

When the two swords clash, the voice is clear. Like a bell ringing.

“Good saber technique” Qingyu put the saber back into its sheath, praised him impartially, his face was full of excitement of fighting.

“Qingdi has almost no flaws in destroying longevity, but the person holding the knife is not Qingdi, but also has the heart of the world.” Meng Qi praised in this way.

Another experience of a miraculous sword technique made him overjoyed, and he wished to go back and study it carefully, so as to enhance his accumulation of sword techniques and perfect the essence of the sword technique.

“Keeping the precepts and breaking the precepts, with one heart and two sides, is worthy of being the best work of the pinnacle of the Dao of the Sword.” Qing Yu paused, “After receiving the letter, Pindao once mobilized the resources of his sect to find the people behind the scenes, but the gains were not great. Traces of two lost exercises were found.”

“What kind of technique?” Meng Qi was refreshed. It seemed that Qingyu was not as arrogant as he looked, and he only came here after investigating.

Qingyu smiled: “Others don’t know it, but this sect belongs to the Taoism of the Emperor of Heaven. How can they not recognize it. One is the Nine Fires and Luotian Jue of Lord Huode Xing, and the other is the Art of Recovering Everything from Wenqu Xingjun.”

“The Lost Heavenly Cultivation Technique” Meng Qi thought of a lot, but he couldn’t be sure which force it was. It might be Gu Yaonv, or a mythical organization named after the ancient gods.

Qing Yu patted “Years” with fluttering sleeves and a cheerful expression:

“That’s the end of today’s discussion. When we meet again next time, Pindao will burn Yanhuohuang to heaven and earth.”

“Good.” Meng Qi was so happy.

Both of them are good at swordsmanship on location, and they are concerned about the people behind the scenes, so they don’t continue to consume each other’s strength.

After leaving Huang Ting Temple, Meng Qi’s vigilance immediately increased. He made a move himself. How would the people behind the scenes respond?

The rest of the young masters haven’t surfaced yet, and I don’t know who else is there, so I can only calm down temporarily and wait for changes.

Back in the yard he rented, Meng Qi saw that the coffin had been taken away by Jiang Hengchuan, and the yard was empty, so he got rid of distracting thoughts and began to practice the Golden Bell Jar and Xuan Gong. This is fundamental, and he will never forget it.

Boom boom boom.

At dusk, a knock on the door startled the flying birds and woke Meng Qi up from his practice.

Before the door was opened, he had already sensed the identity of the person from the breath, movement, etc., and it was Jiang Hengchuan, the “shocked hundred miles”.

“There is a clue.” Meng Qi squeaked and opened the courtyard door.

Jiang Hengchuan’s face was slightly gloomy: “No, the wood carving features are obvious, but I found a craftsman, but people come and go every day, many people buy wood carvings, and the wood carvings themselves are similar. How can he remember who bought this wood carving? After using some means to confirm that he didn’t lie or hide anything, the note has no clues at all.”

The so-called characteristics of woodcarving obviously refer to purely handmade words. Different craftsmen have different styles and characteristics. If you find someone who knows the goods, it is not difficult to distinguish them. However, he himself would certainly not be able to tell which woodcarving this woodcarving was sold at that time, unless it was particularly perfect or defective, and it was impossible for the people behind the scenes to buy special woodcarvings with high resolution.

“I’ll study wood carvings, paper strips, and paper balls.” Meng Qi frowned slightly, “By the way, who is the craftsman?”

“Craftsman Li in Huanghua Lane, make your own and sell it on the street.” Jiang Hengchuan returned these three items to Meng Qi, took his leave first, and planned to investigate other clues from Tingfeng Xiaozhu.

Meng Qi looked at the note with “Crazy Saber” Su Meng first, and found that the ink on the edge of the note was slightly blurred, as if the person who wrote it had touched it.

Then he picked up the wood carving and went straight out.

Others can’t ask, I may not

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