The plum blossoms in the yard are accompanied by snow and the moonlight reflects the wine. Meng Qi looked at Qi Zhengyan with a serious expression and waited for him to reply.

When Qi Zhengyan came to discuss, Meng Qi mentioned that he had contacted strange stones outside the sky in the three mountains and four rivers and obtained some inheritance with the help of Leihen, and emphasized the pursuit of the successor of Thunder God - he did not suspect that Gu Xiaosang was lying on this, because it was a fact that the seven heavenly women suddenly appeared in the three mountains and four rivers, and the Iron Hand Demon and Happy Demon at that time must have been false.

Meng Qi mentioned the incident about Leihen last time, Qi Zhengyan was not surprised, but just sighed lightly: "Junior Brother Meng, since you have obtained the true meaning of Ananda's sword technique, you have been adventures one after another, which is really enviable."

He did not bother with this problem, paused and said with a serious expression: "If this matter is true, it must be resolved as soon as possible. 'Gentleman Sword' Meng Qi is my cousin', and everyone in the city knows it."

If **Dao confirmed that the "Gentleman Sword" was the one who obtained the inheritance of Thunder God, and if Meng Qi could not be found, he would naturally focus on Qi Zhengyan, so Qi Zhengyan had this statement.

Moreover, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan's cousin's relationship cannot withstand detailed investigation. Although the Huanhua Sword Sect and Zhou County Wang family is at most a high glance at the rookies on the list, and it is not enough to find out the bottom line, ** Dao will definitely not let go of any details for the inheritance of Thunder God.

"It's me who implicated Senior Brother Qi, and I'm not doing anything clean." Meng Qi apologized sincerely, "I have to ask Senior Brother Qi for your help. I will secretly spread the news that Shan Xiumei is the descendant of the ** Daoxuan Nv's lineage. I don't ask people to believe it, but I just want to arouse suspicion and vigilance. If the elders of Wang have a little doubt, they will secretly use methods to identify the women around the legitimate son."

"Shan Xiumei is difficult to deal with because she is hiding in the Wang family. If she acts alone, we will be able to regain the strange stones outside the sky and completely cut off future troubles."

Meng Qi judged the strength of this Xuannv successor from Gu Xiaosang alone and killing Shan Xiumei. She was obviously weaker than Gu Xiaosang. No matter how strong she was, she was at most a dozen people. She joined forces with Qi Zhengyan. Even if she couldn't beat her, she was still confident of robbing the strange stones outside the sky.

However, Meng Qi was a little confused about this. It was obvious that spreading news could force Shan Xiumei out of the Wang family. Why didn't Gu Xiaosang do it? Even if he didn't use the power of the Luo Sect, with her quick-witted head, he could do this at will.

What purpose is she hiding?

The biggest reason why Meng Qi is unwilling to join forces with her is the inaccurate grasp of Gu Xiaosang's true purpose!

Qi Zhengyan nodded softly: "It's okay, people are in the world. I always have no choice but to do anything to you in the future. I may have something to do to you. We are a friend of life and death, and it's time to help each other. I've been in Yedu for half a year. Spreading news will not reveal myself."

Meng Qi has been practicing hard behind closed doors for the past six months and isolates himself from the world. Even if he wants to spread the news, he cannot find a safe and secret channel for the time being. Therefore, he can only ask Qi Zhengyan. He is the head of the Huanhua Sword Sect. Although he has kept his low profile in the past six months, he still has his own "Jianghu Net" by selling stolen gems and other things.

Watching Qi Zhengyan leave. Meng Qi looked at the red plum blossoms and sighed softly:

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop..."

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The year is gone with the sound of firecrackers, and every family has new peaches to change their old charms. After the beginning of the year, the city's martial arts hall ushered in a three-year event, which is also a preview of the martial arts ceremonies in late spring and early summer.

All the disciples of Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, led by the museum owner He Ye, arrived at the "Chiyang Martial Arts Hall" two streets away, which is the place where this martial arts hall competition was held.

Looking at the magnificent gate and plaque, He Mu shivered nervously.

In the past few days, he has been practicing the "story" taught by Mr. Su, trying to be familiar with it, and gradually gained some confidence. But when the Chiyang Martial Arts Hall appeared in front of him, he realized that he was still uncontrollable and worried about gains and losses. He finally found confidence and didn't know where to go.

"He Mu, don't embarrass the martial arts hall and let down the master's attention." The fifth senior brother was so embarrassed that he couldn't be honest when he saw He Mu's appearance.

He was always indignant, wondering why the master of the museum chose He Mu. He only defeated himself twice and lost more. In terms of outstanding performance, at least a dozen people in the martial arts hall far surpassed him!

Many disciples of Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall have this mentality in their hearts. Senior sister, Second Brother, Third Brother are extremely powerful and cannot be jealous. Xiao Shijiu and Cheng Qilang are outstanding in talent, and the master has always favored him. Everyone is used to it, but why should you send you an ordinary He Mu?

Feeling the unfriendly gazes of some senior brothers and junior brothers, He Mu became even more nervous and could only try to reminisce about the tranquility and peace of listening to Mr. Su’s chanting poems under the plum blossom tree.

"Senior Brother He, since Master likes you, there must be his reason. Don't be nervous, be yourself." Qu Tianhe saw He Mu's expression dazed and kindly encouraged him.

He Mu nodded gratefully and took a deep breath. Thinking of Mr. Su's appearance as if he was always calm and calm, thinking of the story he "made up", he gradually calmed down his nervousness.

Chiyang Martial Arts Hall is very large, with several martial arts halls. Each martial arts hall has seven or eight arenas, and there is a second floor overlooking the railing. Guests from aristocratic families, sects, and gangs are looking down at the bottom, looking for the young and powerful men who have become famous before the competition.

He Mu went to the ring in a daze, and there was a handsome young man in front of him, probably only one or two years older than He Mu.

This arena is not attracting attention. There are only some people in Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, friends and relatives of the boy opposite, and senior brothers and junior brothers around.

"Huanzhong Martial Arts Hall Bailiang." The boy opposite him gave a gift and signed up.

He Mu shivered again and stuttered slightly: "Qingfeng, Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall He Mu."

Hengzhong Martial Arts Hall is not far away from Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall. He Mu had heard of Bai Liang's name. He once lost to his third senior brother's sword by one move, much better than him.

The judge on the ring shook his head and laughed, "Who is the old man He sent? Are they his relatives?"

He coughed: "Start."

Bai Liang was not humble and made a sharp sword, so he tried to fight quickly and decided quickly, so as not to affect the next few competitions today - the martial arts competition in total for five days. The first day required the most competitions, so as to eliminate most people with poor strength, and ensure the excitement of the next four days.

The other party rushed forward with a light car, and I avoided the edge of the situation and led him into the game... This is a plot in the "story" written by Meng Qi. He Mu thought about it all these days, and a response quickly emerged in his mind.

However, he was in such an important competition for the first time, and he kept muttering stories in his heart, not calm and unhappy. He was not sincere. He responded a little slower, but stepped back, but his sword failed to rise and was almost killed by Bai Liang.

Bai Liang was in power and was unforgivable. He was pushing forward repeatedly. He Mu stumbled and staggered, which was very difficult, but he meticulously told the story with his sword technique.

"I'm embarrassed!" The fifth senior brother snorted under the ring. He Mu was so embarrassed!

He Mu did not hear his words, because as the competition deepened, he found that the other party was digging into his own story little by little, and every response triggered a plot that he had been preparing for for a long time!

His inner tension gradually turned into excitement and excitement, his eyes were clear, and he did not have the hesitation and slowness he had just taken, as if a calm hunter was seducing his prey while waiting patiently for him to step into the trap. He performed a turning story with himself!

It’s now! He Mu’s eyes condensed, he retreated instead of advancing, and his long sword slashed slantedly.

After two dings and dings, the white bright sword fell to the ground with a bang. His eyes were dull, as if he didn't expect that he would suddenly lose!

The judge's martial artist shook his head. Bai Liang was eager to attack, and his side flaws became more and more obvious. He Mu was lucky!

He Mu was full of joy, no longer had the nervousness he had just now, and was full of confidence in his swordsmanship and Mr. Su's story.

So I can be so strong!

It turns out that swordsmanship can really tell stories!

At this time, how could he not understand that Mr. Su is a master, a real master!

The fifth senior brother was full of mouth and couldn't believe that He Mu won. He had no chance of winning against Bai Liang on weekdays, let alone He Mu who was not as good as himself!

He Mu jumped off the ring and was full of expectations for the next competition.

The next day, he fought four more games, from youth to skillfulness, and told the story compiled by Meng Qi. Different opponents had different plots, from danger to victory, to calm and composed.

By the last game, his performance had attracted the attention of many martial arts people, and He Ye was even more surprised. It was clearly a sword technique he taught, but how did He Mu come together but give him a completely different feeling.

"No," He Ye praised He Mu, feeling that he was right. He used his sword to be agile, which was unexpected. "Your opponent tomorrow is Cao Chengye from the Chiyang Martial Arts Hall. He had just opened his eyes and was determined to practice Wang's. You just need to use your sword skills well, don't care about victory or defeat."

"Yes, the master of the museum." He Mu didn't think he could win. Even if he had just started to learn, he was a world apart from himself, a person who had a small accomplishment. He was happy that he seemed to have touched a new world, a new world that used sword skills to tell stories!

After returning to the martial arts hall, He Mu thought about it and decided to stay and practice hard. When everyone was exposed, he quietly arrived at Mengqi's door and knocked on him.

"Come in, the door is not locked." He heard Mr. Su's warm voice.

When he opened the door, he saw Mr. Su sitting upright in the corridor. In front of him was a game of Go, and smoke was rippling with copper furnace beside him. The warm sandalwood filled the cold, making people feel quiet.

"Win?" Meng Qi looked at the chessboard in front of him, pondered about Yi Jian's affairs, and asked casually.

He Mu quickly replied: "I won five games, thank you for your advice."

"No, I'll get started very quickly." Meng Qi looked up at him, smiled and praised, "Continue tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I can't continue tomorrow." He Mu whispered, "The opponent is a master who has just started to learn the truth."

Meng Qi suddenly became interested: "I first started to learn? Such people are rare in martial arts competitions, right?"

"Yes, I have already entered the Wang family's cultivation." He Mu answered honestly.

"Mr. Wang..." Meng Qi pondered for a moment and asked with a smile, "Do you want to win?"

"What, how to win?" He Mu widened his eyes. This was impossible!

"You have no chance of winning when you fight normally, but this is a competition." Meng Qi smiled, "You used swordsmanship to tell everyone stories today. If your opponent is not careless, you will definitely ask someone to inquire. So he has your image in his heart. Well, be cautious with your swordsman and good at attracting people."

"That is to say, you used your experience and performance today to tell the other party a very credible story! Hey, telling stories with a sword is not just about a game..."

He Mu was stunned and didn't understand. Can his performance today be the beginning of another competition?

This is really unimaginable!

If it is a chess game, it is really a far-reaching layout!

Meng Qi put down the dark son in his hand and said seriously: "You can't fight with him, so you have to use this credible story to start with a reversal, a reckless and quick story..."

He told He Mu a new "story". He Mu was shocked and couldn't believe it: "This, can this work?"

"Anyway, you will lose, so why not give it a try." Meng Qi chuckled.

He Mu nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Mr. Su."

He had a blind confidence in Mr. Su.

Meng Qi stood up, looked at the yard with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"After today, no matter whether it is a loss or a win or a victory or not, don't come to me again."

"Why?" He Mu asked anxiously.

Meng Qi did not look back and sighed:

"I should start a journey after a long time. Let's think about these stories carefully. If you have the chance to see you again in the future, I hope you have become a master of swordsmanship."

He Mu bit his lip: "Yes, Mr. Su."

When he left the courtyard with regret, Qi Zhengyan walked out of the wing room and breathed out, "Junior Brother Meng, are you a little sad? Are you worried about the upcoming itinerary, worry about the ** Dao or the mission of death?"

Meng Qi looked up at Meihua and said leisurely: "Senior Brother Qi, don't you think that in this state, the graceful posture and a faint sadness fit the image of a paradise?"

Qi Zhengyan clenched his fists and slowly let go: "Today, Mrs. Wang used secret methods to identify Shan Xiumei's martial arts foundation, there was no problem, it was not a ** way."

"What?" Meng Qi turned to look at Qi Zhengyan.

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The next day, Chiyang Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Ce took Shan Xiumei to the second floor and said a little apologetically: "Ximei, my mother is too much of a problem, don't take it to heart."

"I know that the Iron Hand Demons make everyone doubt me, but those who are pure will be clear." Shan Xiumei replied calmly, implicitly stubbornly.

Wang Ce said with a hilarious look: "I believe in you."
Chapter completed!