The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Meng Qi stunned for a moment, showing a bitter smile, shook his head, and restored to a normal state. Since it may be faced, there is no need to hurt spring and sadness and deliberately escape. This is not the mentality of the strong.

He withdrew his thoughts and walked to the central beam of light. Because he did n’t know what the mission was, and he did n’t have a companion. .

Sit still for a moment, and the maggots rose, and Meng Qi disappeared into the reincarnation square.

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The fires in July, the autumn wind is coming, the heat of the day still remains, and the night is much cooler.

As the capital of Dajin, the most famous cities in the world are divided into five parts, inside and outside. The core is Miyagi, followed by the imperial city, and then the inner city, the outer city, and the city along the banks of the canal. If the houses are viewed from a high place, they are row by row, and the cities and towns are intertwined according to some unspeakable law, circle by circle, and finally converge in the imperial city.

Such a splendid city naturally has enough people to match it. Even if it is not a day of gathering, the streets are crowded. . Surging, rubbing his shoulders, there is always someone under the tree to take a break from the heat.

Compared to the cities of Jiangdong, although the people of Shendu will not be significantly better in clothing, there are still people who are well-dressed.

King Wei's Mansion is located in Duozi Lane near the imperial city. The traffic is sparse, and it is not as busy as other princes. There are more sycamore trees and shaded roads in the lane.

"Master, where are we going?" The **** Hu Dou, who had a very thin eyebrow, lowered his sharp voice and asked the master, Wei Wang Zhaoheng, who had changed the clothes of ordinary people in front.

After receiving a strange note in the afternoon, the owner seemed uneasy, and then avoided the crowd, leaving himself secretly with him.

Although Zhao Heng was wearing a Tsing Yi cap. But without diminishing his wealth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked directly at the bright sun: "Wait until you know."

With a calm tone and majestic content, Hu Dou snorted immediately and should not ask more questions.

Although his own grandfather is easy-going and laughable, when he really sinks his face, he can still let people know what is called Dragon Son, Phoenix Son and Majesty Tiancheng.

This is the Royal City Mansion ... Hu Dou thought without boundaries.

Out of Duozi Lane. The two moved forward in silence, all the way to the edge of the inner city, Doujiadian mixed with dragons and snakes.

Hu Dou lowered his eyes and lowered his usual high profile, and ordered Xiao Er to pick up a wine table and wait for Wang Ye to sit down.

"Master Wang, are we waiting here?" He asked for a clean towel and wiped the table by himself, disgusting his previous greasy look.

Zhao Heng didn't speak. Looking around, I saw all kinds of people, and there was noisy everywhere.

"The latest list of people is here!" There was a sudden noise outside.

A scholar, like the stars holding the moon, walked to the corner of the stairs on the second floor under the eyes of everyone. Then open the blank paper in your hand and prepare to post on it.

"This band of leopards, you should have known about the changes in the rankings ..." Hu Dou looked around scornfully.

People nearby have already talked about it. Someone holding a folding fan shook his head and asked his friends, "How long do you say the wolf king's madness will last?"

The use of the word "you" for acquaintances or friends is the hallmark of the capital. Looks very polite and polite.

"People of insight in Beijing think that the Wolf King is about to make a breakthrough, and I am afraid that if he kills another half step, he will be promoted." The man with a long sword on the table had a good idea.

The feeling that the heroes of the world are "in control" without leaving his head makes him feel drunk.

Hu Dou's mouth twitched, as if smiling.

Wow. The blank paper hangs down, and the black words show up.

"Well, the first is really not the wolf king!" Shouted the person holding the folding fan.

The man with the long sword in front of him nodded and turned his attention to the blank paper, only to see that the number one in the list was already mad sword Su Meng.

He swept away, his eyes suddenly frozen.

The introduction of Kuang Dao Su Meng is not much different from the previous one, but the record is much less, just one line:

"Kill the wolf king in the steppe Bayan."

Killing the wolf king in the steppe Bayan ... Killing the wolf king ... He repeated it dreamily, unable to believe what he saw.

Everywhere in the restaurant, there is the sound of absorbing cold air, and the quietness that sets off is more like solidification.

"This, is this impossible?"

"Is the wolf king killed forever?"

"Is Knife so powerful?"

At this moment, there is no need for extra records to show how powerful the mad knife is, this alone can make the world look down!

"It's rare and weird." Hu Dou whispered contentedly, forgetting that he was dumbfounded when he first heard it.

After a while, the restaurant seemed to erupt like a volcano, and it boiled instantly.

The scholar holding the folding fan looked at his companion for a long time, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "You are right, the Wolf King did make the list, but it was not a breakthrough but a kill."

"Who would have thought that the mad sword was so strong? No less than the original Excalibur!" The man with the sword in front of him smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. "Fan Changmiao should be so depressed that he can't sleep, haha. "

"Why is Fan Changmiao depressed?" The scholar holding the folding fan was puzzled. "He and the knives have old grievances? No, he was born in the capital of God, longer than the capital of God, and has not traveled in Zhongzhou. Mad knife old grudge ... "

The man with the sword in front sold off Guan Zi: "Do you think about his identity?"

"This year's champions in science and technology, six-door silver medal capture, what's wrong with this?" The scholar became more and more confused.

"Haha, you don't know. Fan Changmiao is a very deep city mansion. For years, he suddenly broke out. He became the No. 1 champion last year and became the only young master who won the title of No. 1 champion on the list. Want to enter the top ten. "The man stroked the hilt of the sword and talked.

"This is something to be proud of and show off, and Fan Changmiao has risen to the number 15 list," the student frowned.

What does this have to do with Mad Knife.

"It was originally proud and ostentatious. Even if some people questioned that the level of martial arts was too low, Fan Changmiao's name was misrepresented, and Fan Changmiao's current ranking is on the list. Fan Changmiao didn't need to be concerned. However, the mad sword is also a martial arts child of that department, and as a result he despised the name of the champion and did not come at all. Everyone is wise, thanks to his withdrawal, Fan Changmiao won the final victory, otherwise he is unbearable hit……"

The scholar patted the fan in his hand: "So it is!"

"So the more beautiful the sword is, the more uncomfortable Fan Changmiao becomes, the more depressed he is." Who can afford the top pick? "

"This is the reason, but such a master of the wolf king has been beheaded and killed, he is afraid that he has no courage to face directly!" The man put down the sword in his hand and took a drink with a big mouth, looking very comfortable.

Hu Dou listened with interest. It was the first time he had known this "resentment".

Just then, a little sister-in-law came in and handed a note to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng glanced and shook his hands, the notes turned to ashes, then stood up and walked towards the store door.

"Well, Wang, wait for the little ones." Zhao Heng took a few steps. Hu Dou came back and followed in a hurry.

Outside the shop, Zhao Heng turned around and walked to a quiet alley.

"You are waiting here," Zhao Heng said in a deep voice.

Hu Dou whispered, "Master Wang. Gentlemen do not stand under the wall."

"Aren't you unaware of Gu's current strength, and afraid you can't wait for rescue?" Zhao Hengzheng said.

Hu Dou knew that Wang Ye had made a secret breakthrough a few days ago, so he took a breath and said, "Master Wang, be careful."

End of the alley. In an abandoned house, a young man in a blue shirt leaned on the grass, lazily leaning on a broken wall. There are overgrown weeds in the courtyard, and the sun shines through the trees and sprinkles gold patches.

"Every major force in the world shakes you to kill the wolf king. Countless people are talking about you, praising you, and targeting you, and including the six doors, I do n’t know how many forces are looking for you. I ’m lazy here in the sun. ”Zhao Heng was a little envious of why.

The man in the blue shirt was Meng Qi. He hurried day and night, and it took only one month and ten days to reach the capital of God.

He leisurely said: "What does it matter to me? Even if there are rewards in the six doors, you need to know the specific content of the task before deciding whether to reveal your identity. Well, haven't they come yet?"

"It is estimated that there will be some time, especially Yushu's sister, unlike your lonely widow." Zhao Heng replied.

In other words, you need to wait for the task to start.

Meng Qi squinted at the sky and suddenly said, "You broke through?"

Zhao Heng sighed: "I am no more ambitious than you and Girl Jiang. I want to step into the sky one by one.

"Everyone has their own way, why do they need to? I may not be able to beat you now ..." Meng Qi chuckled.

"His own path ..." Zhao Heng suddenly felt a little touched, and said with emotion, "Xiao Meng, I really want to be like a leisurely cloud crane like you, free and easy, the crown prince, the royal battle, the general situation, it is too tired and heavy."

He felt that this mission of God is likely to involve this, so this time has been quite stressful and gloomy.

Meng Qi gave him a glance: "You really want to be rich and rich, and you are willing to be a hundred-queen, the prince surrounded by beauties? In the future, you may become a prince, and you will be on the Ninth Five-Year Plan ..."

Zhao Heng shook his head, lifted his clothes, and sat next to Meng Qi without image: "Only those outside will admire me. If there is a chance, I would rather swap with you. You will be the prince. I will be a mountain wilder, rivers and lakes. Heroes. "

Meng Qi turned around, staring at Zhao Heng with bulging eyes, his eyes were sharp: "Really?"

"What?" Zhao Hengyun stopped.

"It's really interchangeable, ha ha ha ha, I have long wanted to be a prince, and enjoy this power, Jin Yi Yu Shi, the lives of beautiful women in groups!" Meng Qi laughed, earnestly, "I will **, guaranteed to be exactly like you, no one can see! "

Zhao Heng did not expect that Meng Qi would hit the snake with his stick, at a loss and at a loss, and subconsciously said, "I'm kidding."

"I know, how can you give up these things." Meng Qi lay down again, leaning against the broken wall, fascinated.

Zhao Heng was slightly sluggish, and his heart was dark, Xiao Meng really did what they said, what intermittent brain pumping ...

However, because of Meng Qi's interruption, his depressed mood was relieved a lot. He shook his head with a smile, stood up, flipped his jacket, and was ready to leave.

"How? Are you feeling better?" At this moment, Meng Qi, who was asleep, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Heng froze and looked back at Meng Qi, only to see his head dim in the shadow of the broken wall, only the mouth and jaw biting the grass stem was the clearest, with a layer of cyan scum on it.

"You ..." Zhao Heng was suddenly moved.

Meng Qi still looked up at Bishu: "Help me check two people when I feel better."

"One named Yang Wuliang, a half-step location, should be the king of Jin."

This is the mission of the gods of the immortal revenge, for a reserve member to pay Yang Wuliang's revenge for killing his father.

Zhao Heng nodded gently: "What else?"

"Gu Changqing ..." Meng Qi sighed slightly.

In just over three years, the name has become so strange, how many people have changed over the years ... (to be continued ...)