Meng 49 sword

This is not the first time Meng Qiqi has heard people ridicule Zhou Ziheng's "friends everywhere". He still remembers that when Zhou Ziheng took him to drink in the black-hearted tavern in Pingcheng outside the pass, the city lord who came over for a drink once said to his face: " What's the use of making so many friends?"

Zhou Ziheng asked back: "Then you are not my friend, why are you drinking my wine?"

"Can't you drink if you're not friends?" the city owner said.

"No." Zhou Ziheng laid his sword across the table, separating the wine jar.

"You are dignified Gushan junior uncle, are you not stingy?"

"You are the majestic Pingcheng City Lord, how shameless you are?"

The quarrel was fruitless, and in the end the city lord drank a jar of wine from Zhou Ziheng.

In the end Zhou Ziheng patted the city owner on the shoulder and said, "Do you know why I can make so many friends? Because I love to drink. Do you know what is the use of making so many friends? No matter where I go, Zhou Ziheng Drinks are free."

After all, Zhou Ziheng recruited Xiaoer to point to the drunk city lord and asked him to pay, then picked up Meng Qiqi, who was also drunk, and walked away.

It was really a well-known black shop, three jars of wine, one hundred gold.

Zhou Ziheng believed in the saying that "if all the money is gone, it will come back", and the money he kept on him never exceeded a tael of silver, so it would be strange if he could afford it.

Can't think about it any more, the memory is full of alcohol, Meng Qiqi felt that she once again experienced the bitter feeling of spitting out bile.Drinking, this is the first skill Zhou Ziheng taught him.

Bitter, too bitter.

Seeing Meng Qiqi's bitter expression, Gui Luoluo thought he was grieving for Zhou Ziheng, but he didn't know what he really thought.I was wondering in my heart - didn't the little mad dog grow into a black heart, why is he so emotional?

Sensual Mad Dog asked him, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Gui Luoluo said: "I've already said everything I can say, even if you ask again, you won't be able to find out the rest."

Gui Luoluo is not a kind person, Meng Qiqi knew it well, so he said: "Then you go."

"Is that going to let me go?"

"You still want me to treat you to dinner?"

Gui Luoluo left with hatred, but met another person on the way, which made his mood become much more beautiful in an instant.It was a counselor from the General's residence, who came to pay a visit to Meng Qiqi.

The doorman and the counselor met each other upstairs and downstairs, and whoever was one step faster would be able to dominate the audience.

So the counselor darkened his face, and secretly glared at Gui Luoluo.Gui Luoluo raised his chin and walked away. His walking posture and eyes made people itch with hatred.

The counselor took a deep breath, made up his mind, turned around and knocked on the door of Tianzi No. [-] room, and finally met Meng Qiqi as he wished.But the process of the conversation was not as smooth as he expected. Meng Qiqi acted like an outsider all the time, meditating with his eyes closed.

But Meng Qiqi didn't refuse outright, so the counselor wasn't sure if he had completed his task until he left the inn.

Xianjun's thoughts are really as deep as the sea.

In fact, Meng Qiqi's plan was very simple. One, he wanted to force Gui Luoluo to spit out the secret, and this goal had already been achieved.Second, he just wants to avenge the past. Judging from the current situation, he can sit back and watch the success without taking action, so he is naturally unwilling to go deeper into the power struggle in Shenjing.

There is no need to light the third fire.

Thus, Meng Qiqi and the others finally had some leisure, doing nothing to meditate in the inn.

Meditation is a practice that monks cannot stop throughout their lives.

Meng Qiqi doesn't often meditate in front of outsiders, that's because the exercises he practices are slightly different from others.Why is Gushan Junior Uncle so special?Why is he the only one who can practice Lianhua?That's because the origin of the exercises is different.

The inner skills of Gushan Jiange are well-deserved top skills in Xianmen, and are most suitable for sword practice.However, the kung fu practiced by each generation of junior masters is different from others, and this unique skill of Lianhua can only be used by those who practice this kung fu through a special route of energy circulation.

It is difficult, very difficult to practice this special technique, and every entry is as difficult as the sky.At first glance, it looks the same as the other disciples of Jiange, but it is completely opposite in the most critical paths of Yuanli circulation.

This has caused a very serious consequence - Yuanli hedging.Lianhua's powerful explosive power comes from this.

But the power of Yuanli hedging is equivalent to going crazy, how many beginners in the world can successfully persist under such torture?Moreover, this exercise is extremely domineering, and it must be required that the meridians of the beginners have no traces left after the operation of other exercises, and the exercise cannot be changed midway, otherwise the meridians will be destroyed.It is like an evil dragon, firmly entrenched in the meridian and dantian of the practitioner, and cannot be separated for life.

For thousands of years, it is not that no one else has tried Jiange, but most of them ended in failure.Practitioners either become crippled or die suddenly.

So Zhou Ziheng searched for so many years, and finally only found a suitable seedling like Meng Qiqi, but in his words - I have never seen anyone with worse qualifications than you.

Meng Qiqi still felt unconvinced at the time, but later he realized that his aptitude was really poor.But the miraculous thing is that Yuanli hedging has no effect on him.

Every time when he was in unbearable pain and almost couldn't hold on any longer, his meridians would automatically be covered with a transparent barrier with occasional silver light to help him get through it safely.Sometimes Meng Qiqi wondered where this power came from, but she couldn't figure it out, so in the end she had to push it to the words "special physique".

Now that the kung fu is working again, the influence of Yuanli hedging on Meng Qiqi has become smaller and smaller, and it will only explode suddenly when it hits the next level.

Bowing his head, the silver lotus pattern appeared again on the palm of his hand, and a light spot flowed along the outline of the petals, circling the entire lotus flower, which represented that the Yuanli circulated in the body for a circle.

After half a day, Meng Qiqi circled 49 times, which was his limit.That's why Zhou Ziheng said—Qiqi 49, you will be called Qiqi from now on.

As for why the surname is Meng?Because this wonderful idea came up in his drunken dream.

Sunset on the western mountain, red clouds all over the sky.

Meng Qiqi, who still failed to circle No.40 eight times, was invited out of the room by Chen Boyan for a meal.Meng Qiqi picked up the bowl, Shen Qingya on the left and Chen Boyan on the right, each of them is a recognized genius.People compare to people, sometimes it is really maddening.

The experience of a genius is not advisable. Meng Qiqi had nothing to do, so he stayed in the lobby downstairs after dinner and invited the old swordsman to drink tea.

The old swordsman waited for so many days, the person he was waiting for hadn't come yet, but he still waited here every night holding his knife, not at all impatient.

Meng Qiqi poured a cup of tea herself, and said, "The person that senior is waiting for hasn't come yet?"

The old swordsman shook his head, but did not speak.

"If he doesn't come, senior intends to wait like this forever?" Meng Qiqi asked again.

"One must always keep the agreement." The old swordsman said.

Meng Qiqi said, "There are not many trustworthy people like senior."

Hearing this, the old swordsman finally raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "You are still so young, why do you sigh like this?"

Meng Qiqi smiled and said, "That's the truth."

The old swordsman said: "When people are young, they always make promises lightly. As they get older, they find it difficult to keep promises. Even I still have many regrets when I look back carefully."

Meng Qiqi was silent for a long time, before saying: "Senior is right, it is the time when people will inevitably break their promises, and I have no right to be here to mourn the spring and autumn."

The old swordsman felt that today's Meng Qiqi seemed different from the past, and asked, "Are you worried?"

Meng Qiqi had a good sense of Lao Dao's objectivity, and did not shy away from it, and said frankly: "I have encountered difficulties in my cultivation, and with my current situation, I can no longer gain entry through continued cultivation, and I need an opportunity to break through. "

The old swordsman was silent, he was not a monk, so it was difficult to make any good suggestions.However, after thinking about it, he still said, "Maybe, you can try to change your mood. Don't stick to one place, it's easy to trap yourself to death. Things like opportunities will often come to you by themselves."

"So I'm chatting with senior right now, aren't I?" Meng Qiqi smiled.

"That's right." The old swordsman's tone was much gentler.

Meng Qiqi filled up his tea again, and the old and the young chatted in the light of the candle and the moonlight. They were not very warm, but they complemented each other.

Until late at night, Meng Qiqi bid farewell to the old swordsman and returned to his room.The lights in Chen Boyan's and Shen Qingya's rooms were still on, and the two of them might have meditated all night again, falling asleep through cultivation.

Meng Qiqi didn't bother them, went back to her room and sat cross-legged on the bed with her coat on, while thinking about the old swordsman's words, while constantly trying to circulate Yuanli, she was speechless all night.

The next day.

Chen Boyan found Meng Qiqi who was leaning on the bedpost and fell asleep with his head tilted. His clothes were wide open, and he didn't have the consciousness of resting at all.But this is his little uncle, he can't be beaten or scolded, so Chen Boyan has no choice but to help him lie down and cover him with the quilt.

As a result, just as Meng Qiqi lay down, his eyes suddenly opened, and he kicked Chen Boyan away.Then he got out of bed with his clothes on, stared at him faintly before leaving, and muttered something in his mouth - birds and beasts are worse.

Chen Boyan: "..."

A moment later, Meng Qiqi sat on the threshold with Shen Qingya again holding a bowl, looking at the city of Shenjing with the rising sun through the white mist rising from the vegetable porridge.

Last night Meng Qiqi thought about it all night. Although the opportunity is hard to find, isn't this Shenjing City the place where the legendary dream started?In the past, Fairy Tanghua realized Taoism overnight under the city wall, so he can try his luck too.

Besides, the city wall was originally one of his destinations.

How could that little mad dog full of ambitions give up any chance to seek immortality, ask questions, and ride the sword to Lingyun? If there is still a place in Shenjing City that carries their memories, it is the city wall.

The author has something to say: Chen Boyan: Why did my uncle scold me again?

Meng Qiqi: You used to be a beast.

Chen Boyan: What about now?

Meng Qiqi: It's not as good as animals.