Chapter 224 Testing
In the courtyard, plum blossoms accompanied the snow, and the moonlight reflected the wine. Meng Qi looked at Qi Zhengyan solemnly, waiting for his reply.
When Qi Zhengyan came over for a discussion, Meng Qi mentioned the fact that he had come into contact with strange rocks in the mountains and rivers, and obtained some inheritance with the help of thunder marks, emphasizing the plain female Taoist pursuit of the successor of the Thunder God - he did not doubt Gu Xiao Sang lied about this, because it is true that the seven heavenly maidens suddenly appeared in the mountains and rivers, and the iron-hand demons and joyful demons at that time must also be false.
Meng Qi mentioned the matter of thunder marks last time, Qi Zhengyan was not surprised, and just sighed softly: "Junior brother Meng, since you obtained the inheritance of the true meaning of Ananda's breaking sword technique, you have been having many adventures, which is really enviable. "
He did not dwell on this issue. He paused and said with a serious face: "If this matter is true, it must be resolved as soon as possible. Everyone in the city knows that Meng Qi, the 'Junzi Sword', is my cousin."
If Su Nu Dao determines that "Junzi Jian" is the person who has inherited the Thunder God, and cannot find Meng Qi, he will naturally focus on Qi Zhengyan, so Qi Zhengyan said this.
Moreover, the cousin relationship between Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan cannot withstand close inspection. Although the Huanhua Sword Sect and the Zhoujun Wang family are at best looking at the newcomers on the list, and there is no way to get to the bottom of it, the plain female Taoist order is for the inheritance of the Thunder God. , will definitely not miss any detail.
"It's me who has caused trouble to you, Senior Brother Qi. I did things with dirty hands." Meng Qi apologized sincerely, "I have to ask Senior Brother Qi for your help to quietly spread the news that Shan Xiumei is a descendant of the Taoist Xuannv lineage. No. I just want to make people believe it, just to arouse suspicion and vigilance. Whenever the elders of the Wang family are a little suspicious, they will use secret methods to identify the women around their legitimate sons. "
"Shan Xiumei is difficult to deal with because she is hiding in the Wang family. If she acts alone, we can work together to snatch the strange stone from the sky and completely eliminate future troubles."
Meng Qi judged the strength of the descendant of Xuan Nv from the fact that Gu Xiaosang killed the seven heavenly maidens by himself and chased Shan Xiumei all the way. She was obviously weaker than Gu Xiaosang, and no matter how strong she was, she would not be on the top of the list. At the level of more than ten, he and Qi Zhengyan teamed up. Even if they couldn't defeat him, they were still sure to get back the strange stone through mental calculations and unintentional calculations.
However, Meng Qi was a little confused about this. It was clear that spreading the news could force Shan Xiumei out of the Wang family, so why didn't Gu Xiaosang do it? Even without using Luo Jiao's power, she could easily get the matter done with her clever mind.
What is her hidden purpose?
The uncertainty about Gu Xiaosang's true purpose is the biggest reason why Meng Qi is unwilling to join forces with her!
Qi Zhengyan nodded lightly: "It doesn't matter, people in the world can't help themselves. I may have something to involve you in the future. We are close friends in life and death, and it is time to help each other. I have been in Yedu for half a year, so I won't spread the news. Expose yourself.”
Meng Qi has been training hard behind closed doors for the past six months, isolated from the world. Even if he wanted to spread the news, he could not find a safe and secret channel for the time being, so he had no choice but to ask Qi Zhengyan. He is the leader of the Huanhua Sword Sect. Although he has kept a low profile for the past six months, he has Or he established his own "Jianghu Network" by selling stolen gems and other things.
After watching Qi Zhengyan leave, Meng Qi looked at the red plum blossoms and sighed softly:
"The trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop..."
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With the sound of firecrackers, the new year comes and every family replaces the old charms with new ones. After the beginning of the new year, the city's martial arts halls usher in the triennial grand competition, which is also a preview of the martial arts competitions in late spring and early summer.
All the disciples of Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, led by the gym owner He Ye, went to the "Chiyang Martial Arts Hall" two streets away, which was the venue for this martial arts competition.
Looking at the magnificent door and plaque, He Mu shivered nervously.
In the past few days, he had been practicing the "stories" taught by Mr. Su, trying to master them by heart, and gradually gained some confidence. But when the Chiyang Martial Arts School appeared in front of him, he realized that he was still uncontrollably nervous. I can't help worrying about gains and losses, and I finally find my confidence but I don't know where it has gone.
"He Mu, don't embarrass the martial arts gym and let down the respect of the gym owner and master." The fifth senior brother said when he saw He Mu's bearish look, he hated the iron.
He has always been aggrieved and wondered why the master and master of the gym would pick He Mu. He only defeated him twice and lost more times. In terms of excellence, there were at least a dozen people in the martial arts gym who were far better than him!
This kind of mentality is in the hearts of many disciples of Qingfeng Martial Arts School. The senior sister, second senior brother, and third senior brother are extremely powerful and cannot be jealous. Xiaojiu and Cheng Qilang have outstanding talents. Master has always favored them. Everyone is used to it. But why should I send you, an ordinary He Mu!
Feeling the unfriendly looks from some of his senior fellow apprentices, He Mu became even more nervous. He could only try to recall the peace and tranquility of listening to Mr. Su reciting poems under the plum blossom tree.
"Senior Brother He, since master likes you, there must be a reason for him. Don't be nervous and just be yourself." Qu Tianhe saw He Mu looking dazed and kindly encouraged him.
He Mu nodded gratefully and took a deep breath. Thinking of Mr. Su's seemingly always calm and calm appearance and the stories he "made up", he gradually calmed down his nervousness.
The Chiyang Martial Arts Hall is very large, with several martial arts halls. Each martial arts hall has seven or eight stages, and a second floor overlooking the railings. Guests from aristocratic families, sects, and gangs are casually looking down, looking for those who will be there before the competition. Strong young men who have become famous.
He Mu walked onto the ring in a daze. In front of him was a handsome young man, probably only one or two years older than He Mu.
This arena did not attract much attention. There were only some people from Qingfeng Martial Arts School and the friends, relatives, and senior brothers of the boy opposite.
"Huanzhong Martial Arts School is bright." The boy opposite saluted and signed up.
He Mu shuddered again and said with a slight stutter: "Qingfeng, Qingfeng Martial Arts School He Mu."
Hengzhong Martial Arts School is not far from Qingfeng Martial Arts School. He Mu has heard of Bai Liang's name. He was defeated by his third senior brother by one move. He is much stronger than himself.
The martial arts judge on the ring shook his head and laughed. Who did the old man He send? Is this his relative?
He coughed and said: "Begin."
Bai Liang did not give in. He drew his sword fiercely, and tried to make a quick decision so as not to affect the next few competitions today. The martial arts school competition lasted for five days. The first day required the most competitions to eliminate most of the weak people and ensure the excitement of the next four days.
The opponent was advancing lightly, and I avoided the edge and led him into the game... This was a plot in the "story" "written" by Meng Qi. He Mu thought about it day and night these days, and a countermeasure quickly emerged in his mind.
However, it was his first time to participate in such an important competition. He kept mumbling the story in his mind. He was not calm and sincere. He was half a beat slower in reaction. He stepped back and failed to raise his long sword. He was almost cut by Bai Liang.
Bai Liang was in a dominant position and kept pressing forward. He Mu stumbled and stumbled. It was very difficult, but he used his sword skills meticulously to tell the story.
"Shame!" The fifth brother hummed under the ring. He Mu was too embarrassed!
He Mu did not hear his words, because as the competition deepened, he found that the other party was deepening his story little by little, and every response triggered the plot he had prepared for a long time!
His inner tension gradually turned into excitement and excitement. His eyes were clear and he was no longer hesitant and slow. He was like a calm hunter, luring the prey while patiently waiting for him to step into the trap and perform a turning point story with him!
Now! He Mu's eyes condensed, and he retreated instead of advancing, and slashed his long sword diagonally.
After two clinking sounds, Bai Liang's sword fell to the ground with a snap, his eyes were dull, as if he didn't expect that he would be defeated all of a sudden!
The martial arts judge shook his head. Bai Liang was eager to attack, and the flaws on his side became more and more obvious. He Mu was lucky!
He Mu was full of joy, no longer nervous, and full of confidence in his swordsmanship and Mr. Su's story.
It turns out that 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 brother opened his mouth wide, and couldn't believe that He Mu won. On weekdays, he had no chance of winning against Bai Liang, let alone He Mu who was not as good as himself!
He Mu jumped off the ring, full of expectations for the next competition.
The next day, he fought four more games, from being immature to being proficient, telling the story compiled by Meng Qi. Different opponents had different plot ups and downs, from turning defeat into victory in danger to being calm and confident. By the last match, his performance had attracted the attention of many people in the martial arts hall. He Ye was even more surprised. It was obviously the sword technique he taught, but why did He Mu's combination give him a completely different feeling.
"Not bad." He Ye praised He Mu, thinking that he was right. He used the sword flexibly and unexpectedly. "Your opponent tomorrow is Cao Chengye from Chiyang Martial Arts Hall. He has just opened his eyes and has been selected to practice in the Wang family. You just need to use your sword skills well and don't care about winning or losing."
"Yes, Master." He Mu didn't think he could win. Even if he had just opened his eyes, he was still a world apart from himself who had accumulated a little energy. He was happy that he seemed to have touched a new world, a new world that tells stories with sword skills!
After returning to the martial arts hall, He Mu thought about it and decided to stay and practice hard. When everyone left, he quietly came to Meng Qi's door and knocked.
"Come in, the door is not locked." He heard Mr. Su's warm voice.
Pushing open the door, he saw Mr. Su sitting in the corridor, with a Go game in front of him, and a copper stove next to him emitting smoke. The warm sandalwood filled the air and made people feel calm.
"Won?" Meng Qi looked at the chessboard in front of him, thinking about the sword, and asked casually.
He Mu quickly replied: "I won five games. Thank you Mr. Su for your guidance."
"Not bad, you got the hang of it quickly." Meng Qi looked up at him and praised him with a smile, "Continue tomorrow."
"I'm afraid I can't continue tomorrow." He Mu whispered, "The opponent is a master who has just started to understand."
Meng Qi became interested: "Just started to understand? Such people are rare in the martial arts competition, right?"
"Yes, I have been selected to practice in the Wang family." He Mu answered honestly.
"Wang family..." Meng Qi pondered for a moment, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to win?"
"How, how to win?" He Mu widened his eyes, this is impossible!
"In a normal fight, you have no chance of winning, but this is a competition." Meng Qi said with a smile, "You used your sword skills to tell everyone a story today. If the opponent is not careful, he will definitely ask someone about it, so he has an image of you in his mind, um, a swordsman who is cautious with the sword and good at luring people into a trap." "In other words, you used today's experience and performance to tell the other party a very credible beginning of a story! Hey, telling stories with swords is not just limited to one game..." He Mu was stunned, not quite understanding, his performance today can be used as the beginning of another story of the competition? This is really unimaginable! If it is a chess game, this is really a far-reaching layout! Meng Qi put down the black piece in his hand and said seriously: "You can't fight with him, so you have to use this credible beginning of the story to give the other party a reversal, a reckless and quick story..."
He told He Mu the new "story", and He Mu was shocked and could not believe it: "This, this can work?"
"We will lose anyway, why not give it a try." Meng Qi chuckled.
He Mu nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Mr. Su."
He had a blind faith in Mr. Su.
Meng Qi stood up, looked at the yard with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:
"After today, whether you win or lose, don't come to me again."
"Why?" He Mu asked anxiously.
Meng Qi did not look back, and sighed:
"Fate comes and goes, and I should also embark on my journey. Think about these stories carefully. If we meet 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 a sad look, Qi Zhengyan walked out of the wing room and exhaled: "Junior Brother Meng, are you a little sad? Worried about the upcoming journey, the matter of Su Nu Dao or the death mission?"
Meng Qi looked up at the plum blossoms and said leisurely: "Senior Brother Qi, don't you think that this state, demeanor and slight sadness are in line with the image of a hermit?"
Qi Zhengyan clenched his fists and slowly released them: "Today, Madam Wang secretly used means to identify Shan Xiumei's martial arts foundation. There is no problem at all. She is not Su Nu Dao."
"What?" Meng Qi turned his head and looked at Qi Zhengyan.
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The next day, Chiyang Martial Arts Hall
Wang Ce took Shan Xiumei up to the second floor and said apologetically: "Xiumei, my mother is making a big fuss, don't take it to heart." "I know that the matter of the Iron Hand Demon made everyone doubt me, but the innocent are innocent." Shan Xiumei replied calmly, with a hint of stubbornness. Wang Ce smiled flatteringly: "I believe you." He looked down and deliberately changed the subject: "Xiumei, the martial arts competition is a grand event in Yedu, you have to comment on it later."