Entering Beijing with a crazy sword!

These four words quickly spread in Shendu. There were people talking about them on the streets and alleys. I don’t know how many people are looking forward to the place where Meng Qi stayed, and guessing his purpose of making a big fuss into Shendu.: 3w.

For them, the outdoor location is too far away from themselves, and the list of people is real and "at within reach". They can talk a lot, and they can't say that one day they or their children will be on the list?

Therefore, the number one person who is currently in the limelight has naturally caused a sensation.

"It's just the top of the people list, not even a step. Why don't you come to visit yourself? Send someone to invite him to flatter him." In Antai Tower, the environment is quiet, the rockery and trees make their own world, and Feng Zheng is a little contemptuous, "And according to Yan Chong, he has not reached the level of He Jiu Wang Siyuan at the time."

King Zhao Yi of Jin carried his hands on his back and walked among the trees, laughing in a low voice: "Why shouldn't you underestimate the first person on the list of people who can kill the wolf king? Today is not half a step, three years later? What about five years later? What about ten years later? Doing things need to be taken into consideration. Some things are urgent, and it is best to prepare early."

Feng Zheng was just a little dissatisfied with his master's attention to Su Meng so much, and he could still listen to the truth. Yes, although the emperor was not considered to be in full swing, he was still far away from his twilight years. No one knew how long he could stay high, maybe three or five years, maybe ten years.

The first place in the previous people's list, except for the most part who died suddenly, they became outdoor locations not long after they were off the list. Among them, the best people made rapid progress and grew rapidly, such as Su Wuming, Gao Lan and Han Guang. So although they are just trying to win over one person's list, when they need to come in handy ten years later, they may be a master!

Even if it only takes three or five years, Su Meng has become an outstanding player among the top outdoor experts!

"The prince is far-sighted..." Feng Zheng smiled.

As a personal eunuch, although he was quite wary of the prince's trust and respect for others, who would not want the master to be able to follow him?

After passing through the courtyard of Antai Tower, Zhao Yi saw a lake, mountains and waters, hidden by green trees. There were few people, and only a few small buildings stood in it, giving full play to the quiet joy.

"Although it is a rockery in the fake lake, it is indeed worthy of its reputation as an Atai Tower that can occupy such a wide area in the outer city of Shendu." Zhao Yi stopped and admired the scenery.

Feng Zheng snorted: "The emperor's feet are so swaying, sooner or later, will cause trouble."

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

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

When he arrived at the front of the building, a waiter came out and said respectfully: "Young Master Su, please go upstairs to have tea."

Feng Zheng's face changed slightly, and he was a little embarrassed and annoyed. He also glanced at Meng Qigao. Although the two of them did not deliberately hide, they did not make a big fuss and tried to pretend to be ordinary people. Who knew that Su Meng had sensed it in advance!

The waiter led the way in front, and his steps were light, which made Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng calm down.

Upstairs, Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance. He changed into a blue shirt and Confucian robe, sat upright behind the table, and placed three tea cups in front of him. The copper stove next to him was slightly red.

The slowly blowing autumn wind, the picture scroll hidden by green trees, the room with bamboo fragrance, the "red" stove with spring water boiled. The tea cup that is as green as misty rain, the elegant and diluted man, everything is so peaceful and quiet, even the long sword placed on the table has no murderous aura, making people unable to speak and break this feeling.

Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng did not make any sound, and sat down slowly. They heard a slight sound in the pot on the copper stove. They realized that it was already boiling. It was like opening the lid of the pot. When the bubbles were like fish eyes, they could be seen floating one after another.

Meng Qi was calm in their eyes and picked up the misty and rain-colored teacup, letting them get close to the copper stove, and burning their surface.

Not long after, the sound of gurgling sounds came out, as if countless bubbles were rising from the edge, and their momentum was already fast.

Meng Qi slowly put down the teacups and arranged them in a row, with his actions that were inconsistent with the law, leisurely and contented without any impatience.

In Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi's eyes, he felt that his movements were natural, and his every move complemented the quiet place, allowing his inner impetuousness and eagerness to slowly sink.

The boiling sound was loud, and the heat came out, swaying in the white mist. Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, grabbed the soup pot without any fireworks, and poured the water into the teacup.

The water flowed like a line, like a light dot. Meng Qi held the tea stew in his left hand and mixed the tea powder.

As the white mist evaporates, the tea powder rolls and surges up to the water surface, stretching out its figure in the ups and downs, either a dragon and a tiger or a green peak, with all kinds of strange and magnificent.

Looking at Meng Qi's tea splitting without hesitation, watching his movements that were in line with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and looking at the lingering white mist and soup noodles, Zhao Yi felt that his inner impetuousness had been completely washed away, and he was immersed in this quiet and peaceful world, with a peaceful mind and a peaceful and contentment.

"This is the Dragon and Tiger Peak in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The tea tastes strong and the power is very strong. It requires three boiling water to be subdued." Meng Qi smiled and his voice was soft and gentle but full of confidence, which was extremely harmonious with the momentum of tranquility.

Zhao Yi was relaxed both physically and mentally, as if he had forgotten the troubles and struggles outside the building. He quietly watched the milk flowers in the teacup and smelled the refreshing fragrance, his tone became lighter and unconsciously: "I never thought that the crazy knife was good at tea ceremony."

"I have been learning recently to calm my mind." Meng Qi rubbed the teacup.

Thinking of Ning Heyan Jing who almost brought him in just now, Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Qi again. The number one in the list was indeed a bit extraordinary.

He broke through to half a step without experiencing the unity of man and nature, and then he fought to the intersection of internal and external ages. He lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm. Only after Xingyunzhuang was concerned about it, he now felt even more extraordinary.

"I don't know why your highness came?" Meng Qi's eyes were still looking at the noodle soup.

Zhao Yi looked at Meng Qi who seemed to be Ning and humble in front of him and said with a low smile: "You have the grace of saving Gu. When you arrive in Shendu, how can Gu not be the landlord's friendship?"

"It's okay if you have the heart." Meng Qi was like an old monk, motionless.

Zhao Yizhun said casually: "The world is shaking when the sword is slashing. Now he uses this force to enter the capital of the gods, but what big thing is going to do? "

Meng Qi smiled: "The gods gather together, so naturally they make friends through martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked out the window and whispered: "The wind is blowing."

The sky is dark, as if continuous autumn rain is coming.

Zhao Yi did not ask any questions again, with a smile on his face, chatting about the affairs of the Shendu, and doing the attitude of a warm host, and the host and the host and the host were all happy for the moment.

Finally, when he saw Meng Qi serving tea, he stood up consciously and laughed: "Although I am not talented, I can still say a few words about the matter of Shendu. If there is any difficulty, just speak."

He did not mention words like "going around", but simply greetings from visiting old friends.

"Thank you, Prince." Meng Qi saw the guests at the entrance of the stairs, watched the two of them leave, and nodded slightly. Compared with when he was in Xingyun Village, Zhao Laosan was one layer deeper in cultivation. However, if he was mixed into the Qionghua Banquet, many things would be difficult to deal with. Should he do infernal affairs and secretly help Laosan compete for glory?

While thinking, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then spit out with a spit.

"It's really hard to drink... Fortunately, there is the etiquette of serving tea and seeing off guests..." Meng Qi frowned.

He was a real beginner and was a beginner. In the afternoon, he saw Dr. Tea dividing tea in this way. So he followed the same approach and pretended to be an expert to scare Zhao Laosan.

Outside the building, raindrops have fallen.

Zhao Yi carried his hands on his back, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier on his body surface and the rain rebounded: "How is it?"

Feng Zheng understood the meaning of his master. He pondered and said, "Don't underestimate it. He Jiuwang Siyuan felt like he was at the beginning, but the time was still short and the time was not enough to ignite. If there was an opportunity, he might be able to reach the sky after being pulled by the qi. If he could win it over, it would be of great use within three or four years."

For such a genius, his tone was always a little sour. He gave up part of his body and took a different approach to the outside scene and made breakthroughs in the future. Once a person like Su Meng enters the outside scene, his entry will be very fast, just like Su Wuming, once a year, he will reach the sky!

"This kind of character is the most arrogant, sincere, equal, and likes his preferences. Unfortunately, he underestimated him when he first met..." Zhao Yi sighed.

The raindrops slip, the sky turns from light to thick, and the autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn are awesome.

Meng Qi calmed down his mind, sat on the chair with his eyes closed, facing the autumn rain, as if he was listening and sleeping. When he reached his current state, he mainly felt the sense of heaven and earth and endured the fire of heaven and earth.

Before he knew it, night fell, Meng Qi's right hand moved slightly and flicked it to the hilt of the knife.

"Qian Qian Qian of the Shencheng Martial Arts Hall, please give me advice." A voice came from afar, full of energy, as if the beads fell in my ears, but it was a little vicissitudes. It seemed that I was a master of years of enlightenment.

"Where is the way?"

The sound came from far to near, and a sword light lit up, as if it was sympathetic to the night sky. A little starlight fell through the thick clouds, illuminating the rain curtain.

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

Meng Qi almost started singing, sighed, and held the hilt of the knife in his right hand.

The sword light was like a dragon, slashing out quickly, absorbing all the vitality around him.

Although it gathers for life, it is full of death and is instantly hit by the sword light.

The life disappears, the energy dissipates, and the light stops. If the sword loses all its spirituality, it breaks into two pieces with a snap, and falls to the ground.

"The road is at your feet." Meng Qi put away his knife and returned to the sheath, and still sat on the chair, seemingly never getting up, and kept listening to the autumn rain quietly.

Outside the building, there was a Taoist figure standing quietly in the rain, without any defense, and was soaked like a chicken falling from the soup.

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

Looking at the broken sword, he suddenly felt like he was being freed from restraint. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything. He rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.

After a while, another sound came out among the dripping rain:

"Du Linxi, the Du family, came to ask for advice."

The visitor was about to get closer, and suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if there was a sword energy approaching, so he even had a transformation technique and moves, but no matter how he dealt with it, the invisible sword energy followed him like a shadow and could not get rid of it!

It was not until he stepped down that he no longer felt the creepy sword aura, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

After staying for a while, he turned his head and left, not daring to stop any longer.

The autumn rain continues, and the sound of the rain is like a song that urges people to sleep peacefully, revealing the tranquility of the late night and a little melancholy.

In this way, the sky gradually became brighter and the rain disappeared.

Many people in the martial arts world were curious about getting close to Xiaolou. The sound of the sound of the two nights was spreading far away, and they also heard it.

"Look, those footprints should be Du Linxi's, and they are obviously walking on the wind!"

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

"That's the eighty-pound Panlong stick that swept across the world!"

"Young Master Huajian's folding fan... was split into two pieces!"

They were dumbfounded because all the traces were far away from the small building and were ten feet away recently.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed man said, "Then, isn't that the 'Star Sword' of the owner of Qian Pavilion? Why did it break in front of the building?"

What kind of person is Qian Qian from the Martial Arts Hall? He is united by nature at the age of forty!

He is actually three steps away from the small building

"For some reason, the owner of Qian has not been able to break through, but instead becomes a sensible person. It is obvious that his strength has declined..." Someone tried his best to find an excuse.

But halfway through the conversation, he sighed:

"The mad sword Su Meng is well-known."

The people around me thought that last night, they only heard the sound of rain and self-reported names, and there was no sound of fighting, and they were all dull, and then sighed and echoed:

"The first in the human list is the first in the human list..."

Meng Qi was in a feeling of being harmonious with the world, breathing in the rising sun, swallowing and spitting out purple air, and not knowing when the rain stopped, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

At this time, the waiter of the small building came up and whispered: "Young Master Su, the Su family of the God Capital sent someone to invite him."

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils as clear and deep as a flat lake.

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