The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

According to the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Tower again.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, and then calmly boiled water to make tea, while Meng Qi was not impatient, sitting in the opposite chair, gently rubbing the armrest, very leisurely, without asking about Dingding.

The two are engaged in a patient battle. It seems that whoever speaks first will lose his usual heart, become eager, and fall behind in the waiting transaction.

The water was misty, and the tea fragrance was spreading. Duanmu North held a small pot, and slowly poured green and turquoise water into the tea cup in front of him. With a smile, the tea cup flew to Meng Qi: "The water is green with bamboo, The bud is like a miniature leaf, and the drink is pure and peaceful. "

Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, and the tea cup fell into the palm without any trace of ripples.

"Good tea! The mouth is bitter, the sweet aftertaste is sweet, the gentleman in real tea." Meng Qi sighed, implying authenticity, moving the world to examine the toxicity, then took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted, long before he praised, Still do not mention the matter.

Duanmu Bei sighed: "I thought you had been trapped for nearly two decades, and you would become eager to improve and break through everything. I do n’t know if you are a veteran of many years. Staying calm. "

He couldn't bear it, and went to the topic.

"It's difficult to spread the secrets, and you can't see far. Sometimes, in order to obtain the harvest, you often need to wait a few days, even months, in situ. You can't be worse with patience." Meng Qi patted the handrail, without expression. wave.

This is the patience and will tempering when killing the wolf king.

Duanmu Bei said arrogantly: "That's the case, the old man hasn't been to the broadcast, and it is inevitable to be biased when he hears others pass on the rumors."

After a pause, he grinned, "As for the matter of the furnace trip. The old man has already asked the victim, she has a lot of things she wants, and it is troublesome to communicate with each other. If you are genuine, you can talk face to face."

He didn't talk about the furnace at all. It's just a message, so even if you speak first, you won't really fall into the downwind. How can things that don't fall into the downwind?

Really an old fox, just a little foolish, just test Meng Qi's truth!

Scolding a few times, Meng Qi's expression remains the same, and the feeling is still deep and unpredictable:

"If you can interview. It's best."

This is exactly his real purpose. Things went more smoothly than expected. The reputation of the poisonous hand devil is quite useful!

Duanmu North was a little disappointed. Meng Qi did not show any emotional fluctuations, and settled: "After three days, several strong women on the left will gather to trade at the Firewood Lake in Hongfeng Mountain. She will also go, and the old man will take you there."

Red Maple Mountain is located in a county under the city of Tancheng, with beautiful scenery and famous for its maple trees. The layers of forest were stained, and the lake was reflected in red, like a fire. The beauty is fascinating and attracts many tourists, but it is still Yangchun. It has not yet reached its beautiful and enchanting season. It is rarely visited and the birds are singing.

"Okay." The old **** Meng Qi was here, and bowed his head to promise, so that Duanmu Beisheng could not understand his depth.

He didn't even care which of the leftists were strong? So confident in yourself?

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The fire burned by the lake. Inside the Ci'an Temple.

In a Buddhist temple, there were a dozen futons. Most people are sitting on the plate, and the first one is a fat monk. There were undulating fat in his breath, like layers of waves. His eyes were kind, his wrinkles were deep, his hands were staggered up and down, he was lying in front of his body, and his body was covered with red crickets.

On the futon on his left, there was a white-dressed showman, in his thirties, with no white face, handsome appearance, and a deep ancient well. His eyes were half-open and half-wandering, with a strange feeling. The vast majority of people here are afraid to look directly.

In the futon on the right side of the abbot of Ci'an Temple, there is a middle-aged woman. There are no wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. It is more mature than the young beauty. Although it is not too beautiful, the eye movement always shakes people's minds. .

The others are extraordinary, and Shen Yue, a "zhaoyingmen", is also among them.

"You said that the poisoned hand came out of the broadcast and reproduced the rivers and lakes?" Xiu Shibai's eyes were still half-open.

Shen Yue nodded respectfully: "Yes, the predecessors of the soul chase well, and the younger dare not deceive."

This man in white is exactly the soul chaser Mo Tiange, and he heard a gloomy smile when he heard the words: "The old friends who have spent many seasons meeting each other in Jiangzuo are really delightful."

The other former leftists frowned, and the Venomous Devil returned to the rivers and lakes. Are they not afraid of being pursued by Luojiao, Mingtianmen, and the Gang?

How is his strength now? Is there still a strong point to the black list?

"Broadcasting is not a good place for cultivation. For twenty years, the poisoned hand has been away from chasing the soul, and you must have a gap between yourself and the soul." It is necessary to cross the first layer of the ladder. It is hoped that the guru, no matter whether it is the right path or the left path, who does not make a three-pointer, even if his realm and strength are much higher than him, he must also consider his potential and value ... "

He talked about himself as a left-handed demon, and was incompatible with the red magpie and the kindness and meditation.

The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth and laughed: "Anyone who is far better than him in realm and strength, is it possible to order the senior Fox yourself?"

Ci'an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong. It is a famous temple. The abbot turned out to be a blacklist. The "six-pole real demon" made Hu Tao!

Linghu Tao smiled, didn't answer the stubble, and looked at Shen Yue and said, "Have you seen his depth with the poisoned hand?"

All eyes looked at Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.

How can you show people that their minds are almost broken? Shen Yue cursed a few times, converging, and said: "The younger can't see the depth of the poisonous devil, and can only judge roughly from his posture, words, and methods, for he is still wandering in the triple sky."

If you do n’t say this, how to stir up a fight!

"Sure enough." The soul-chaser sighed. "The poisonous brother used to behave well. He has the potential of a demon in words and deeds. This place has always been admired. Unfortunately, now ..."

He didn't finish his words, and he felt quite regretful. It seems that the poisonous hand devil is no longer worthy of his comparison and attention, and even the humiliation is lacking.

In addition to Shen Yue, other left-handed demons have bowed their heads. Over the past few years, those who have hid in the broadcast secret have rarely broken through and re-entered the rivers and lakes.

The voice of the soul chaser just came to an end. Linghu Tao suddenly opened his eyebrows: "The Duanmu landlord is here, hey ..."

At the door of the Zen Hall, Duanmu Bei, with a smooth skin and gray hair, appeared. Slowly walked in, followed by a middle-aged man in a blue robe. Shuangshuang cream white, wearing a soft hat, elegant and vicissitudes of temperament, eyes can not be changed, the whole person is deep and restrained as if to disappear.

Shicai Linghu didn't sense him until he found it near him, so he snorted!

"Poison hand ..." The soul chaser's eyes opened arrogantly, glowing with magical light. Pointing at the soul of the Yuan god.

Poison Hand Devil? One left-handed strongman turned his head and looked at it carefully.

Meng Qi bowed his head slightly toward the soul chaser and the six-pole true demon. He was restless, free of restraint and inferior feeling, and even more confident.

Duanmu North briefly introduced a sentence, and led Meng Qi to an empty futon.

"It turned out to be Mr. Poison Hand. I heard the name many years ago, and only saw it today." Linghu Tao converged, surprised, and smiled, but there was a wave in his heart, because he couldn't see the depth of the poison hand.

Each of the strong left has similar feelings. Quite shocked and surprised, it seems that the poisoned hand devil is not restricted by the broadcast, even more than the style of the year. I am afraid of strength too!

The soul chaser closed his eyes and followed with a smile: "The poisoned hand is still your style, and the heart of this seat is comforted. If you can't really suppress you, it is a pity in life."

There was nothing polite in his words, and the enemies met with jealousy!

Meng Qi sits on a futon, and the ancient well is without waves. He chuckled: "I still think you have made great progress in the past two decades. Who knows ..."

He shook his head without expression. Everyone can hear the meaning of the words.

How dare you look down on the soul chaser? Who gives him so much confidence! To what extent is his strength? One by one, the left-wing powerhouses have similar thoughts.

At this time, Duanmu Bei interrupted and said, "This is Mrs. Baihua. I invite you to interview."

Everyone wondered what was being interviewed. Mrs. Baihua smiled, patted her hands, and walked away from the Zen room. A woman, skin-like, beautiful, pure, temperamental, dressed conservatively, walking like a weak Liu Fufeng, style moving.

She looked at a strong left-handed person, her eyes showing the fear of being afraid of life, as if a little deer was frightened, without the slightest charm, but it was such a performance, which evoked the deepest feelings in people's hearts *. Alas, I want to conquer, and the woman itself exudes a kind of "taste" that is unknown to men and women. Her dress is conservative, undulating and ripping.

For a moment, there was a lot of heavy breathing in the Zen Hall. Even Linghu Tao, the soul chaser and Duanmu Bei couldn't help but follow this figure and swallowed a spit.

Waiting for the woman to hide behind him, Mrs. Baihua looked at Meng Qi: "Mr. Poison Hand is unmoved, does not seem to be satisfied with the little girl?"

Meng Qi only took a few glances at the woman and retracted her gaze, looking straight ahead, her eyes indifferent and very special.

After hearing the words, he smiled, "Everything is very good. I am very satisfied. It will be of great use."

Having said that, he looked around Linghu Tao, the soul chaser and Duanmu Bei, and his voice was full of magnetism: "Although the beauty is moving, but what you use, why are you scum? Mr. Linghu is too old, Enjoy, can you still understand that you have no ambition to chase the soul? "

The words he said fell into the ears of the left-hand demons. In addition to being angry, there was also an inexplicable fear. These beautiful colors were only "things used" in the eyes of the poisonous demon, without any emotional fluctuations. Seriously Cool self!

In addition to himself, other things are beautiful and seductive, only "use" in his eyes? When there is no use, just destroy it?

This is the real demon compared to chasing the demon who waits for the killing!

The frosty vicissitudes of the horns and the elegant temperament of temperament all set off this feeling!

Before Linghu Tao and the soul chaser, Mrs. Baihua laughed softly: "Mr. Poison Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious and used to shop around. I don't know who is interested in moving here?"

The soul chaser immediately looked at Meng Qi, and new hatred and old hatred rushed into his heart.

This is a forcible test of the depth of strength ... Meng Qi sighed, his emotions remained the same, and he sat still deep. (To be continued) 2k novel reading network