Rebirth of the Sovereign's Counterattack

Meng Qingyun said: "Senior Brother Qi is wrong. Senior Brother Liu is able to be in charge of himself. Qingyun is just an outsider, so how can he decide the position of being in charge of the medicine garden? If Elder Qin listens to this, I'm afraid To be angry."

Seeing that he was watertight, Qi Zhaoyang changed the subject, "That's right. We two brothers haven't talked together for a long time. The mountains over there are beautiful. Let's go there for a walk."

Meng Qingyun also softened his attitude, smiled and said yes.After that, the two talked and laughed and went to the mountain road ahead, chatting along the way.I have to say that Qi Zhaoyang is a very attractive man, his attitude is always polite, he can easily talk about topics, he never stands cold, and his conversation shows a bit of intimacy, obviously he wants to attract Meng Qingyun.However, Meng Qingyun was not a vegetarian, he was always gentle and humble, and responded freely, and refused some of Qi Zhaoyang's requests in words.

After talking like this for an entire afternoon, Meng Qingyun and Qi Zhaoyang seemed to say goodbye and went back home.

The setting sun in the evening was like blood, Meng Qingyun leisurely walked all the way back to the small courtyard, and when Li Sanqian opened the door, the smile on his face faded after he walked in.He rubbed the space between his brows, feeling a little tired after spending an afternoon with a fox.

Qi Zhaoyang had only one purpose in looking for him, and wanted to stand on his side.According to the current situation, he wooed himself to influence Liu Hao through himself, but he was not in the mood to help him.Also, he really suspected that Zhong Yu's death had something to do with him, and also suspected that Liu Hao's superior position was caused by him.

Meng Qingyun squinted his eyes, but he had no proof, no matter what he thought!

Meng Qingyun threw himself into the boring and tense training again. He had a premonition that he had started to attract attention little by little. If he didn't have strong strength to back him up, he might cause trouble in the future, so he practiced harder and more attentively. So much so that he didn't think about all the things Li San owed.

I don't know why, maybe it's Wulingyu or something else, starting from the third level of Qi Refining, Meng Qingyun's cultivation speed is getting faster and faster, and he can quickly gather the spiritual power needed to break through.It stands to reason that the higher the level, the more energy he will expend. However, Meng Qingyun's situation is the opposite. Gathering to the level of breaking through the fifth level of Qi Refining, this made him surprised, happy and worried.

But for now, increasing his cultivation is a good thing for him, so he must persevere.

Because of the black order flag, he didn't need to find a reason to go down the mountain to find a cave to retreat. He directly arranged a formation with the black order flag in the yard to isolate all spiritual energy and retreat in peace of mind.

Before retreating, he asked Li Sanqiao to help him fend off those who harassed him, and Li Sanqiao agreed.

After half a month like this, he ascended to the fifth level of Qi Refining in the Five Spirits Dimension, and left the test energetically.

In the past half a month, he has gained a lot in the Five Spirits Space, not only broke through the fifth level of Qi Refining, but also comprehended a new fire spell - Fire Dragon Technique.

The fire dragon technique can form a flaming fire dragon, which is powerful. The higher the cultivation level, the more fire dragons there will be. It is an excellent skill for large-scale attacks.

Since practicing to the fifth level of Qi Refining, Meng Qingyun has always been cautious, unwilling to reveal his cultivation easily, and even rarely revealed his skills on his own territory.The reason is that he doesn't want others to know that he already has cultivation and spells. On the contrary, his cultivation is improving, but his actual combat experience is almost zero.

Considering this, he thought of Li Sanqian almost without any hesitation.Li San owes nothing to him, he seems to be content with the status quo every day, and has never practiced... It should be said that Meng Qingyun has never seen him practice with his own eyes, but it is undeniable that his cultivation must have reached an unfathomable level. Very reliable.With such a good sparring partner, how can he let it go?

But... Do I rely too much on him?

This thought disappeared after only a moment. Anyway, I had no other choice, and it was better to throw away those thoughts that I had or didn't have.

It was windy at night, and every winter, the wind on the mountain would always be particularly strong.The weather was very cold, and under the black sky, sparse white pompoms floated up, falling to the ground and melting little by little.

The first snow of early winter has arrived.

Meng Qingyun stepped into Li Sanqian's room.

A thumb-thick candle was burning in the room, and the warm light swayed with the wind coming in through the door.The room was quiet and surprisingly simple and clean.

It was not the first time Meng Qingyun entered Li Sanqian's room, but it was the first time he stepped into his room at night.The furnishings in the room are clearly visible, with a bed, a table, and a few stools. There are very few things, as if the occupants can leave at any time.

Li Sanqian was sitting at the table drinking water. He was casually wearing a thin blue coarse cloth robe, the front of which was open, revealing the white coat underneath.The originally tied hair was loose, black and curly, and fell casually on the shoulders, free and unrestrained but faintly implied a trace of decadence.

When Meng Qingyun pushed open the door, he put his head on his hands and said with a smile: "It's surprising that you are looking for me at such a late hour."

A strange feeling slipped through Meng Qingyun's heart, but he didn't pursue it carefully, but said: "I have something to do with you."

Li Sanqian squinted at him for a moment, took out another tea bowl and put it on the table, lifted the teapot on the table and filled it up, "Come, have a drink."

Meng Qingyun thought she wasn't in such a hurry, so she walked over and sat opposite him, took a sip from the tea bowl he pushed over.The burning sensation instantly spread from the tongue to the top of the head, making Meng Qingyun almost cough.

He quickly put down the tea bowl and stared at Li Sanqiao, "What is this?"

"liquor."

Meng Qingyun continued to stare at him, "Are you actually drinking?"

Alcohol is considered forbidden in Tianyinzong.Although there is no special rule not to drink alcohol, the disciples of all dynasties believe that drinking alcohol is harmful to the body and mind, and it can easily affect the cultivation base, so they are rarely contaminated. This tradition has been maintained, and it is gradually difficult to find traces of alcohol in Tianyinzong .Who knew that Li San owed not to mention the wine, but still drank it with gusto.

Li Sanqian looked at him with a smile, "There is no rule here that you can't drink alcohol, and I'm not a disciple of Tianyinzong, even if there is a ban on alcohol, I can't control it."

Once Meng Qingyun thought it was true, he stopped blaming him and asked, "Why are you drinking so well?"

Li Sanqian smiled, "You want to know?"

Looking at his playful smile, Meng Qingyun said expressionlessly, "I don't want to know."

Li Sanzheng was slightly taken aback, then smiled again, the helplessness at the corner of his mouth disappeared in a flash, he put down the tea bowl and said: "Tell me what you want."

Meng Qingyun was so focused on his cultivation that he didn't notice his expression, and said, "I don't have combat experience, so I want to practice with you."

"Oh." Li Sanqian said with a smile, "No problem."

Meng Qingyun nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. Thinking of the future arrangements and the previous struggles, she couldn't help stretching out her fingers and rubbing her temples.

Li Sanqian looked at his movements and frowned and asked, "Tired?"

Meng Qingyun just thought he was asking casually, and replied casually: "It's okay."

"I'm tired for you." Li Sanqiao said earnestly, "Your mind is completely focused on cultivation and revenge. You never relax for a day, and you don't pay attention to the people around you or other things."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Meng Qingyun said, "Don't care about anything?"

Li San owed: "I didn't say I don't care, I just feel that this is too tiring."

"That's my business."

Sullenness flashed across Li Sanqian's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He looked at Meng Qingyun and said helplessly, "Sooner or later, I will be mad at you to death."

Meng Qingyun asked strangely: "Why are you angry?"

Li Sanqian pursed his thin lips, gave him a cool look, didn't answer, just picked up the flagon and filled it up for him, "Drink it."

"No." I still have to practice tomorrow, and I must maintain sufficient energy.

Li Sanqian pushed the tea bowl in front of him, with a soft but firm tone, "Drink with me, it's getting dark, practice is tomorrow."

Seeing that Meng Qingyun was still not moving, he sat back in his original position and said indifferently: "If you don't drink with me, then don't even think about the practice."

Hearing this, Meng Qingyun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked down at the teacup in front of him for a while. The transparent liquid was crystal clear, with slight ripples in the center.He stretched out his hand to pick up the tea bowl and took a sip, glanced at Li San, then raised his head and drank it down.

*Spicy feels like burning.

He never felt that there was anything delicious about wine, it was spicy and unpalatable, and it hurt his soul and body.The bowl of wine entered the body, and the warm heat gradually spread from the body, and the body seemed to be much hotter.

"Good!" Li San applauded and laughed loudly, "Good job!"

Li Sanzheng kept urging him to drink, Meng Qingyun frowned and drank three bowls, and soon felt dizzy, unable to concentrate, and even his mind was in a daze.

He didn't know how much he drank, but later on he drank more and more, and even took the initiative to drink so much that he seemed to be floating in the clouds.Those calculations, scheming, those cultivation bases, and hatred were all melted by the hottest alcohol, and as the alcohol was discharged from the body, it was the first time that he felt the ease of unloading a heavy burden, and his soul seemed to fly into the air .In the vague memory, it seems that someone said in the ear: "You are too tired, take a good rest..."

That sentence was like a mantra, soaking into the bone marrow bit by bit.

He was really tired, unspeakably tired.A person is burdened with his past and present lives, walking his own road of revenge alone, thinking about how to do the next thing every day, every moment, he doesn't trust anyone, he can only bear everything by himself.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had a good night's sleep. His dreams were always full of bizarre dreams. There was a past life and a present life, and the only constant was hatred.

In fact, hatred is also a burden...

"Go to sleep..."

He tried hard to figure out who this person was, but he couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.In my memory, there was a hand gently touching my face, which was itchy and slightly rough, and a low voice said with a smile: "Being able to get drunk in front of me, does it mean that I am different in your heart?"