The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Crazy sword into Beijing!

These four words quickly spread to the gods, and there were words on the streets and lanes. I do n’t know how many good people look forward to and explore where Meng Qi stayed, guessing his purpose of entering the capital. : 3w.

As far as they are concerned, the location is too far away from themselves, and the list of people is really “at your fingertips”. You can talk wildly and say that one day you or your own child will be on the list?

Therefore, the current top spot in Beijing is naturally a sensation.

"But it ’s the first place in the list, not even half a step. Why do you need to visit him personally, and you will be flattered by sending someone here to invite him." Inside the Antai building, the environment is quiet, and the rockery trees are a world of their own. "And according to Yan Chong, he has not reached the level of He Jiuwang Siyuan at the time."

King Jin Zhao, carrying his hands, walking between the shades, whispered: "Is it worth noting that the list of people who can kill the wolf king is not to be underestimated, and today is not half a step, three years later? Five years later? Ten years later What about doing things? You need to look at things. Some things are anxious. Early preparation is the best policy. "

Feng Zheng is just a little dissatisfied with the importance that the master attaches to Su Meng. The truth can still be heard. Maybe three or five years, maybe ten years.

In the previous rankings, except for the horizontally dead part, most of them have not become long-term appearances, and the outstanding ones have made rapid progress and have grown rapidly, such as Su Wuming, Gao Lan and Han Guang, so don't look at the current only Won the top of a list of people, and when it comes to use ten years later, maybe it is a guru!

Even after only three or five years, Su Meng can be expected to become a top-notch master in location.

"Master Wang is far-sighted ..." Feng Zheng smiled.

As a personal eunuch, although he was quite wary of Wang Yexin's respect for others, who wouldn't want the master to follow?

Passing through the atrium of Antai Building, Zhao Yi saw a lake and mountains with green trees. Only a few small buildings stand in the middle of nowhere, and enjoy the quiet joy.

"Although it is a fake lake and a rock, but it can occupy such a wide area in the outer city of the capital of God, Antai Building really deserves its reputation." Zhao Yi stopped to appreciate the scenery.

Feng Zheng snorted: "Someone at the feet of Tianzi will sooner or later cause trouble."

The background of the Antai Building is mysterious, and it is said to involve some families in Shendu.

Zhao Yi smiled and shook his head, jumped over the "small lake", and walked to the farthest building.

At the front of the building, a waiter came out. Respectfully: "Song Gong asked the two to go upstairs for tea."

Feng Zheng's face changed slightly, both a little annoyed and glanced at Meng Qigao. Although they did not intentionally hide and hide, they were not fanfare and tried to act as ordinary people. Who knew that Su Meng had sensed in advance!

The waiter led the way, his footsteps were very light, and even Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng also converged.

Upstairs. Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance. He changed his blue shirt and robe, and sat behind the table with three tea cups in front of him. The copper furnace next to it was reddish.

The autumn wind blowing slowly, the scrolls hidden by green trees, the room full of bamboo fragrance, and the "red" stove boiling spring water. The green tea cup is like a smoky rain, the elegant and dilute man, everything. It was so peaceful and quiet. Even the long knife lying on the table was a little bit murderous, which made people unbearable to break the feeling.

Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng didn't say anything. They sat down slowly and heard a slight sound in the pot above the copper furnace. They understood that it was the initial boiling. If you opened the lid, you could see bubbles like fishes, and they floated up one after another.

And in their eyes, Meng Qi was not panic, took the smokey rain-colored tea cups, brought them close to the copper stove, and burned their watch.

It didn't take long for the sound of grunts to sound like countless blisters rising from the edges.

Meng Qi put down the tea cups slowly, arranged them in a row, the actions were secret, and he was content with ease, without any irritability.

In Feng Zheng's and Zhao Yi's eyes, he only felt that he was perfectly natural between movement and quietness, raising his hands and feet to complement the quiet place, letting his inner impetuousness sink slowly.

The boiling sound was soaring, the heat erupted, and the white mist lingered around. Meng Qi took a look with his right hand, grabbed the soup pot without any firework, and poured water into the tea cup.

The water flowed like a line, like a tap. Meng Qi held the tea scoop in his left hand and stirred the tea powder.

During the white mist transpiration, the tea powder tumbled, poured onto the water surface, and stretched up and down to stretch the posture, either as a dragon or tiger, or as a peak, strange and magnificent.

Watching Meng Qi's tea is not diseased, watching his movements in harmony with heaven and earth rhythms, watching the lingering white mist and soup noodle milk, Zhao Yi feels that his impetuousness is completely washed away, and the whole person is immersed in this quiet tranquility. Heaven and earth, peaceful and peaceful, contented.

"This is the Dragon and Tiger Peak of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The tea is strong and strong, and it needs three boiling water to surrender." Meng Qi smiled, his voice was soft and gentle but full of confidence, and it was extremely harmonious with the trend of tranquility.

Zhao Yi was relaxed physically and mentally, and seemed to forget the worries and contentions outside the small building. He quietly watched the undulating flowers in the tea cup, smelling the pleasant fragrance, and his tone became unconscious unconsciously: "I never wanted to go crazy Also good at tea ceremony. "

"Recently beginner training to reconcile the mood." Meng Qimo teased a tea cup.

Thinking of the kind of tranquility that almost brought himself in just now, Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes and gave Meng Qi a high look again. The number one spot on the list really was extraordinary.

He did not experience the unity of heaven and man, broke through to half a step, and then worked through the foreign exchange within his age. He lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm. Xing Yunzhuang was only faced squarely, and now he is even more extraordinary.

"I don't know why His Highness came?" Meng Qi still looked at the noodle soup.

Zhao Yi looked at Meng Qi who seemed to be peaceful and humble in front of him, and chuckled, "You have a life-saving grace for loneliness. When you reach the capital of God, can loneliness endless the friendship of the landlord?"

"You can do it with your heart." Meng Qi, like an old monk, remained motionless.

Zhao Yizhuang said casually: "The sword cuts the wolf king, the world is shaking, and now this situation has entered the capital of the gods, but what is the big thing to do?"

Meng Qi smiled: "The gods are full of heroes, naturally they are martial arts friends."

As soon as he had finished speaking, he slowly looked out the window and whispered, "It's windy."

The sky was dim, and there seemed to be continuous autumn rain.

Zhao Yi didn't ask any more questions, with a smile on his face, talking about the capital of the gods, doing the gesture of a warm host, and the guests and the guests were happy for a while.

The end. When he saw Meng Qi serving tea, he got up consciously and laughed: "Although he is not alone, he can still say a few words about the city of God. If there is any difficulty, just speak."

He didn't mention words such as wooing, it was just a rude gesture of visiting old friends.

"Thank you Lord." Meng Qi sent the passengers to the stairs, watched the two leave, and nodded slightly, compared with Xingyunzhuang. Zhao Lao San Han raised the city level one more level, but if he mixes in Qiong Hua Ban through him, many things are not easy to handle. Is it necessary to do inferiority and secretly help the old five to compete for the scenery?

In thought, he held up the tea cup, took a sip, and then spit it out.

"It's hard to drink ... fortunately, there is the etiquette of delivering tea ..." Meng Qi frowned.

He was a real beginner and he saw Dr. Tea divide this afternoon. So he painted the gourd in the same way, pretending to be a good man to bluff Zhao.

Outside the building, raindrops had hit it.

Zhao Yi was carrying his hands, and his body seemed to have an invisible barrier to bounce back the rain: "How?"

Feng Zheng understood the meaning of his own son. Shen Yin said: "You can't belittle it. I have the feeling of He Jiu Wang Siyuan at first, but the time is still shallow and the ignition is bad. If you have the chance, you may be able to climb to the next step when the air is involved. Great use. "

For this kind of natural talent, his tone is always a bit sour. He abandons part of his body and walks away from the front to reach the scene and break through difficulties in the future. Once a character like Su Meng enters the scene, he will enter the country very quickly. Like Su Wuming at the beginning, once a year!

"This kind of person is the most arrogant. He has a sincere attitude, intersects on an equal footing, and does what he likes. Unfortunately, when he first met, he looked down on him too much ..." Zhao Yi sighed.

The raindrops slipped, the sky changed from light to thick, and the autumn wind was rainy and autumn.

Meng Qi reconciled his mood, sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, facing Qiu Yu, seemingly listening and falling asleep. When he reached his present state, he was mainly sensing the world and fighting the inner world.

Unconsciously, night fell, and Meng Qi slightly moved his right hand, flicking on the handle.

"The City of Gods Martial Arts Qian Qian, ask Su Shaoxia to advise." A voice came from afar, full of vitality, clear like ear beads, but a little vicissitudes, it seems to be a master of years of knowledge.

"where is the road?"

The sound is from far to near, a sword lights up, seemingly sympathetic to the night sky, a little bit of stars fall through the thick clouds, shining through the rain curtain.

In the thick night, this sword wandered, as if the sleepy beast was looking for a way to break through.

Meng Qi almost sang, sighed, and held the handle by his right hand.

The blade of light is like a dragon, cutting sharply, absorbing all the vitality around it.

Although it is a gathering of life, it is deadly, and in a moment it is the sword light.

Life and death, staleness, and light, if the sword lost all spirituality, it snapped into two parts and fell to the ground.

"The road is at the foot." Meng Qi closed his sword and returned to his scabbard, still sitting on the chair. He never seemed to get up, listening to Qiuyu quietly.

There was a shadow of a person outside the building standing in the rain without any defense.

After a moment, he whispered to himself: "The road is at the foot, the road is at the foot ..."

Looking at the broken sword, he suddenly felt a sense of liberation, seemed to understand, and did not understand anything, rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.

After a while, the ticking rain sounded again:

"Du Family Du Linxi came to ask."

The visitor was about to approach, suddenly felt that his throat was cold, and there seemed to be a knife gas approaching, so he even transformed himself and repeated the moves, but no matter how he responded, the invisible knife gas could not escape the shadow!

It wasn't until he stepped out of ten steps that the creepy sword-like spirit was lost, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

After a while, he turned away and did not dare to stop.

The autumn rain continued, and the sound of the rain seemed like a melodious music score, revealing the tranquility of the middle of the night, and a little bit of noise.

In this way, the sky was getting brighter and the rain disappeared.

Many people from the rivers and lakes were curious to move closer to the small building. Last night's voice was far away, and they heard it.

"Look, those footprints should be Du Linxi's, obviously taking steps!"

"But he didn't even enter within ten feet of the small building ..."

"That's eighty pounds of dragons sticks!"

"Playboy's folding fan ... split into two!"

They were stunned, because all the traces were far away from the small building, and they were a short distance away recently.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person said, "Well, isn't that the" Starlight Sword "of the owner of the money museum? How did it break in front of the building?"

What kind of character is Qian Qian Hall? Heaven and man are one!

He is also three steps away from the small building

"I don't know why the money museum owner hasn't been able to make a breakthrough. Instead, he has become a god, and the decline in strength is obvious ..." Someone tried to find an excuse.

But halfway through, he himself sighed:

"Mad sword Su Meng is well-known."

People around me thought that I heard only the sound of rain and the name of the self-reported name last night. There was no fighting at all, all of them were dull, and then hesitated to agree:

"Number one on the list is number one on the list ..."

Meng Qi is in a harmonious sense of harmony with the heavens and the earth, breathing the rising sun, vomiting purple gas, I don't know when the rain will stop, as if sleeping peacefully.

At this time, the waiter from the small building came up and whispered, "Su Shaoxia, the **** Su are invited by the people."

Meng Qi opened his eyes slowly, his pupils were clear and deep like Pinghu.

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