Chapter 275 Jiangdong (first update)
When Meng Qi heard about Dongyang Beppu, his first reaction was the secret realm of the thatched cottage mentioned by Li Chong, a magical place that only those with destiny can enter. This can also explain why Lao Zhong followed Qiu Fei to Jiangdong and investigated the Cai Captou, who was near the ship, turned into a zombie so he could sneak into the cabin to hide and listen to the secrets.
But thinking about it carefully, Meng Qi found something wrong again. If it was really the secret realm of the thatched cottage, the undercurrent should be Yangxia, not Jiangdong Maoling. Could it be that the two are not related, and Capt. Cai's investigation went in the wrong direction?
After suppressing his doubts, Meng Qi stunned the servant, returned to the cabin, and told Zheng Jushan and Li Chong: "Pay close attention to Qiu Fei's movements."
"Yes." The highest level of officialdom is the most important thing, and the spy will also submit confidential information about the bosses. Zheng Jushan agreed with a respectful expression.
The next day, as soon as Meng Qi woke up and practiced sword practice to soothe his meridians, he saw Zheng Jushan entering the courtyard.
"Su Qingshou, after confirming that Lao Zhongtou escaped, Qiu Fei directly boarded the ship to Jiangdong." Zheng Jushan sent a message into the secret passage.
Meng Qi was stunned for a moment: "Going to Jiangdong?"
Is this really related to the undercurrent in Jiangdong Maoling?
"Qiujialou's ship was filled with goods for sale to Jiangdong, but I'm not sure whether Qiu Fei would disembark midway." Zheng Jushan described it objectively without adding any personal judgment.
Meng Qi's thoughts were racing, and he thought of the characters and demeanor of Jiangdong. His blood boiled and he was eager to give it a try.
Then go to Koto!
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The autumn air was crisp and the sky was bright. Meng Qi looked at the rolling waves on the vast river, tapped the railing, and whispered:
"The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky."
This scene and state can really cleanse the soul and broaden the will.
A month ago, Meng Qi failed to explore the secret land of the thatched cottage, so he boarded a passenger ship and followed the Qiu family's ship down the river without rushing. Now he has just entered the border of Jiangdong.
Jiangdong, the collective name of Jiangzhou and Pengzhou, is located in the east of the river, also known as Jiangzuo (with the left as the east). It suffered the least damage in the previous catastrophes. The characters and styles all have ancient charm, and there are many talents. It is famous in the world, and it is all over the states. The first choice for young masters to travel and hone their skills.
After taking a few deep breaths of the river breeze to refresh his spirit, Meng Qi returned to the cabin and took out what was in his arms. This was the Jianghu Di newspaper he took the opportunity to pick up at the six-door secret contact point when the passenger ship docked at the shore for supplies.
Jianghu Dibao, as the name suggests, is a newspaper document issued by Liumen Headquarters to all states, counties and cities. They are all relatively important matters in Jianghu, so that the arresters will not be ignorant.
It is published every two months and is written in a condensed form. Most of it is related to the location, and a small part is related to enlightenment.
In the exterior scene, Meng Qi flashed by without any incident affecting him. But when it came to the intelligence summary about the awakening, he was very focused on it:
"'Fairy of the Absolute Sword' Jiang Zhiwei appears in Dizhou, number 12 on the loser list, 'Purple Sword' Cui Che."
"'Shocked for hundreds of miles', Chiang Hengchuan settled down in Jiangzhou and prospered. He seemed to be harmonizing his state of mind and seeking to unite nature and man."
"'Wang Siyuan' has been seriously ill for one month. He lives in the Wang family's ancestral home in Guangling, Jiangzhou and has never left his home."
Meng Qi's fingers tapped on the table. As expected, the successors of the Suan Jing were punished by God and became frail and sick. They died young without attaining the Dharma Body. However, Jiang Dong really lived up to his name. Before he finished reading, he discovered that the two people in the top ten were here. :
"'Sword Qi Changhe' Yan Chong practiced swordsmanship on the beach of Pengzhou."
"'Young Master Qinglian' Liusu was so drunk in the outer building of Yingcheng Tower."
"The 'Invisible Sword' He Jiu crossed the sea again and landed at Langya in Pengzhou."
"Those who suspect the 'Wolf King' Tie Sheng quickly head south, seeming to want to go east of the Yangtze River."
"The 'Five Directions Emperor Sword' entered Maoling on August 19th in the Qing Dynasty and meditated in Huangting Temple."
"'Buddha Heart Palm' Xuanzhen went to Shaolin again and took a boat to the southeast."
"'Heartbreak at the end of the world' Ruan Bugui was boating on the sea on August 23rd, and his heart and intestines were broken, and fish were crossing the shallow waves."
“‘Shou Zheng Sword’ Wang Zai once again challenged ‘Moving Stars and Moons’ Chu Yunyu, who was in the top 20 on the rankings, and it was a tie.”
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These records were simple and cold, but they stimulated Meng Qi's eyes, because behind every short sentence was a young talent who shocked the world. The top twenty masters on the list were the opponents he wanted to challenge.
The flame of war was burning in Meng Qi's heart. He looked out the window and saw the sun reflecting on the water. The golden color was brilliant and eye-catching.
"Walking around in the world is how it should be!" Meng Qi closed the newspaper and flicked his fingers, rubbing his true energy and igniting the paper.
The flames burned slowly, and soon burned the newspaper Meng Qi was carrying. Just as it was about to spread to his right hand, he threw it just right, turning into black butterflies and scattering on the river.
The golden waves follow the waves, and the majestic city looms in the distance, and Maoling is about to arrive.
Meng Qi took a deep breath, full of expectations, and boarded the deck. This time he carried a sword on his back and wore a black outfit. He planned to show his identity as "Crazy Sword" Su Meng, and he was fair and upright amid the turbulent undercurrent of Maoling.
As we approached the pier, a tall building boat came from the downstream in the opposite direction, also going to Maoling Pier.
On the deck of the building, a young man in white sat behind the chessboard, looking at the end game with full attention, as if thinking about a way to solve it.
He has beautiful features, like a woman's, with a pale face and a thin figure. When the river wind blows, his clothes dance and sway, making him feel weak.
Cough cough. Suddenly, the young man in white coughed violently and covered his mouth with his right hand. The maid next to him patted his vest worriedly and eagerly to help him soothe him.
After the coughing stopped, the young man in white lowered his right hand covering his mouth. With Meng Qi's eyesight, he could certainly see the bright red on his palm.
His sight seemed to be drawn by a force of energy. The young man in white raised his head and looked at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi nodded politely, and the young man in white responded with a calm and indifferent smile.
The tall ship turned around and sailed into the dock, blocking Meng Qi's passenger ship behind and blocking the view of the two of them.
Meng Qi was about to lament that the illness of the young man in white seemed to be lingering in his body, and it had become a chronic disease. If there was no elixir, he could only treat it slowly, when he suddenly came back to his senses. What he felt just now was wrong!
Although they were far apart, Meng Qi was unable to mentally recognize the enemy or detect the enemy with his true energy. However, under the influence of Qi just now, his spiritual sense still had some slight sensitivity. Except when he coughed, every move of the young man in white was consistent with the heaven and earth. Nothing is unnatural or disharmonious. It seems ordinary and no different from normal people, but it is definitely extraordinary.
"Heaven and man are united at all times?" Meng Qi thought in slight astonishment. This is a state where the secret door of life and death can be opened at any time!
After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly laughed. This is exactly how it should be, this is the style of Jiangdong!
Talents are everywhere and perverts are everywhere!
"This way I will no longer have the intention to sharpen my skills and the passion for wielding the sword! Okay, okay, okay!" Meng Qi secretly said the word "good" three times. Being able to compete with so many talents, even if I fail, it is still a gain!
But, who doesn’t want to win?
The passenger ship turned around and slowly sailed into the dock. Not far away, General Maoling Shuimen was guarding the city like iron, waiting for the heroes to open it.
"It's 'counting all the people', right?"
"He came to Maoling too?"
Meng Qi whispered, he had intelligence support from six doors, and he was no longer blind yesterday.
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The setting sun slanted down, illuminating the thatched cottage like it was on fire.
A young man in his twenties was dressed as a farmer, chopping firewood, boiling water, and cooking vegetables peacefully and peacefully, without any impatience, as if he was enjoying everything.
He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and only a pair of thick eyebrows that attract attention. He seems to be no different from other farmers, but there is a subtle charm in his movement and every move, which is natural and true, and tranquil and far-reaching.
Suddenly, with a whooshing sound, a dart entered the house and was inserted into the beam, two rooms away from the kitchen where the "young farmer" was.
The man smiled and shook his head without showing any anger. He walked slowly to the beam, pulled out the dart, took off the note, and unfolded it.
"Maoling..."
He half wondered and half sighed.
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In the restaurant, a young man was very drunk.
He can only be said to be good-looking, but he has an elegant and elegant temperament even when drunk. His bold and unrestrained attitude does not diminish this feeling, but makes it more accentuated. Coupled with the slight vicissitudes brought about by the young man's gray hair, he really looks like a banished immortal. Descend to earth.
Gulu, he took a sip of wine and was about to pour it again when he touched a piece of paper.
"What is this?" He opened it drunkenly.
"Maoling..." He murmured to himself and then laughed, "How can it be compared to fine wine?"
He banged the table and sang loudly:
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."
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At the seaside, when the tide is high, waves rush to the shore, and high waves hit the beach from time to time.
On the embankment, there was a young man sitting, dressed in black clothing, with a long knife across his knees, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to the coming high waves and tides.
He has a square face and good facial features, but he gives off a strong and heroic look.
The waves hit, several feet high, so powerful that they were about to break the bank.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, the light seemed to be real, and he swung out the long knife.
The power of the knife was surging, the intent of the knife was surging, and the strength of the knife seemed to turn into another high wave, and a little tide surged along the shore.
The connection between heaven and man!
boom!
The two "waves" collided, and the crashing sound was deafening, like a tsunami erupting.
The long knife flew back, and the waves broke up, turning into waves and throwing down a sheet of white foam.
The young man sheathed the knife, turned away from the embankment, and walked towards his landlord.
"There is your letter." The landlord saw the scene just now and his face turned pale with fright.
The young man tore up the letter and read it, his eyes slightly narrowed:
"Maoling..."
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In a ruined temple, a tall, thin but powerful man let go of his right hand and let the body in his hand fall to the ground.
"Is this the top player in the Central Plains..." He said in a strange language, with a cold expression and unwavering eyes, like a cold beast.
He leaned over and searched out a piece of paper from the corpse's arms, and read it out in a rough and awkward Mandarin dialect of the Jin Dynasty:
"...Maoling..."
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On the tall ship, the young man in white stopped coughing, took out a piece of paper, read it, and said to himself with a half-smile:
"Maoling..."
He motioned to the maid to hand over the paper and pen and ink, and wrote:
"'Crazy Sword' Su Mengxi came to see his aura. He is worthy of his name. He has a trace of the emperor's aura surrounding him. He may become a lackey of the Zhao family, or he may join the Six Gates."
He tore off these two lines and crumpled them into a chess piece.
The second update is at seven o'clock, and the third update is at eleven o'clock.