Chapter 639 A knife buried deep in my heart

Chapter 639 A knife buried deep in my heart

"Are you interested in blue blood?" Thinking that Ruan Sanye's piano music was very specific to blue blood people, Meng Qi suspected that they had known about the existence of blue blood people for a long time, but they had kept it secret in the past. Why did they make such a big fuss this time and contact the sect and aristocratic families?

Yan Chong picked up the sea bowl and took a sip: "Mr. Ruan, who has ignored world affairs for many years, wrote to powerful sects and aristocratic families in nearby states, speaking highly of the dangers of blue-blooded people and expressing concern about their intention to get involved in Linhai City. I think they have a major plot that is detrimental to the human race, so they must strike first.”

"It's not unreasonable." If the strong men were not vigilant about the blue-blooded people, Meng Qi felt strange, "Is the Ruan family anxious about this matter?"

If the Ruan family is really anxious about this matter, then they have to help. Even if they have not yet reached the first level of the ladder, when facing blue-blooded people, they have eight or nine mysterious skills to resist their ability to control water, which is enough to resist them. The otherwise ordinary blue-blooded fourth- and fifth-level warriors are extremely powerful.

Yan Chong laughed and said: "Eager? Even if you want to be anxious, you can't be anxious. You don't even know who the strong blue-blooded people are, where they often hang out, and where they are at the bottom of the sea. How can you be anxious? This all requires divination and calculation. Paying equal attention to collecting is not a one-time effort.”

The bottom of the sea is dangerous, with many powerful monsters and dangerous places, and fighting in the water weakens the senses very much. Even half-step Dharmakaya dare not rush forward. In this way, blindly searching in the boundless ocean is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack. !

"Then there's no need to rush over there." Meng Qi responded with a bowl of wine, intending to concentrate on practicing, understand the principles of the Dharma, and lay a solid foundation for crossing the first level of the ladder.

The "picture" of the trench he saw in the memory of the blue-blooded people was probably described to He Jiu, Huang Taichong and others. If the Ruan family wanted blue-blooded people, they would definitely not be able to bypass Donghai Jianzhuang. Both parties would definitely cooperate, so there was no need to worry about how they would get it. intelligence.

Hearing this, Yan Chong subconsciously asked, "Do you have anything else?"

After asking, he automatically shut his mouth. He and Su Meng were only casual acquaintances. How could he ask about such a superficial and profound topic?

Meng Qi tapped the wine jar, and the wine poured out in a column, filling the bowl. He chuckled and said, "I plan to find a place to live quietly in a house and understand the laws of heaven and earth."

"Are you almost past the first level of the ladder?" Yan Chong's eyes froze.

Meng Qi smiled but did not answer, and just said: "Originally I wanted to live next to Brother Yan, but I have too much hatred, so it is better to stay hidden."

Having said this, he picked up the wine bowl, drank it clean, turned around, opened the door, and stepped into the rain.

The rain poured down on him, turning into beads like mercury and rolling down without any trace of moisture. Only the darkness gradually blurred Meng Qi's figure.

Yan Chong watched this scene steadily, looked back at the candlelight swaying in the wind, and suddenly sighed:

"Jianghu Yeyu has been lanterns for ten years, what will it be like in ten years?"

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On a high autumn day, the air is clear and refreshing. The rippling blue sea is still scorched by the sun during the day, and the sea breeze blows through the boat at night, bringing with it a rustling autumn feeling.

A gorgeously decorated building boat sailed slowly over a vast blue ocean, bathed in bright sunshine.

Unlike other floor ships, there is a large bed on its deck, a bed that looks comfortable.

Meng Qi lay on it with his upper body naked, enjoying the sunbath, his eyes narrowed in comfort, like a lazy cat.

There are several tables next to them, with grapes, watermelons and other fruits on them. They are not in season, but are cultivated by the family who are good at it, and can only be obtained at a high price.

The beautiful maid in a gauze skirt sat on the left and right stools. From time to time, she used her delicate jade fingers to pick up a grape and peel it, insert a toothpick into a piece of cut red watermelon, and put it to Meng Qi's mouth.

But Meng Qi only opened his mouth to devour, maintaining a lazy state.

The gentle breeze and warm sun, the sea on the deck, all seemed to be affected by Meng Qi, making them lazy. The maids were a little drowsy, and the servant who came up with the iced sour plum soup couldn't help but yawn.

"Sir, we have served many guests, but we have never seen anyone who knows how to enjoy it like you. They are either afraid of the strong sun, or they can't let go of their figure. But you make us jealous when we look at it, and we want to bask in it like this. After a nap, the days seem to become more leisurely." The maid on the left peeled the grapes with her bare white feet, revealing the crystal pulp, and said with a smile.

"Don't do it. If your skin turns dark due to the sun, you will definitely blame me." Meng Qi didn't open his eyes and spoke with a heavy sleepiness.

After he retreated into seclusion, he chartered a large boat and sailed to Langya from the sea. His bold actions and unique behavior aroused the curiosity of his maids and servants.

The maid on the right chuckled and said: "After so many days in the sun, I haven't seen the young master's skin dark."

She knew that the young master was a master of martial arts, so it was strange that he would be tanned. After laughing, she continued: "When we first saw that the young master wanted to place a sunbed on the deck, we all thought we had met a madman, or the kind of dandy who likes to have naked parties. I never thought it could be used like this.”

While she was talking, she took the iced sour plum soup and stirred it with a spoon. The water was crystal clear and cool.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, waited for the spoon to come over, and took a sip of the sweet and sour soup. He still didn't open his eyes and said with a smile: "I will definitely enjoy it when I can, and I won't stand if I can sit." If you can lie down, don’t sit down. If you can be served, you won’t do it yourself.”

The sunlight shone down, making the skin on his back shine golden.

"My maid heard from a previous guest that life is short, why bother yourself? Could it be that you are talking about people like the young master?" Another maid joked.

She picked up the jade "Buqiuren" and gently scratched Meng Qi's back.

The wind was light, the sun was warm, and everything seemed so leisurely and lazy, until a sailor shouted:

"Young Master, someone is coming over there!"

Someone is coming? Shouldn't there be a boat coming? The maids were stunned.

Meng Qi had already sensed it, but he didn't get up. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and said softly: "Don't worry about him."

In the distance, a small boat came riding the wind and waves, leaving a deep water mark behind it. A man in white stood on it. He was spotless, had an ancient appearance, and a cold temperament. He held a weapon that looked like a knife or a sword in his hand.

His presence was so strong that the sailor ignored the small boat!

The man in white also sensed the ship and found a big bed on the deck. On the bed, a half-naked young master was lying, lazy and leisurely, bathing in the golden sunshine.

Such a picture makes people feel inexplicably lazy, and they spontaneously think that lying on that bed must be very comfortable.

The man in white did not move. The boat changed direction slightly and headed for the building ship. When he got close, he asked in the strange language of the Great Jin Dynasty: "Are you from Southern Jin or Northern Zhou?" His tone was cold and indifferent, with a hidden sharpness that was clearly heard by everyone on the boat even though they were several hundred feet apart. Meng Qi did not stand up either. He continued to eat the melon slices handed to him by the maid and said lazily: "Southern Jin, where are you from? What do you want to ask?" The man in white lowered his sword-holding hand and his expression became solemn: "I am Ning Tai, a swordsman from Dongsang. I have tried swords all over the country and never lost in the same realm. I heard that Southern Jin and Northern Zhou are full of talents and heroes, so I came here to challenge them to practice swords. I wonder who is the strongest person under the first level of the ladder?" Dongsang? Meng Qi had heard of this East China Sea country. They are located deep in the East China Sea, with huge islands and rich resources, almost comparable to Jiangdong. They also have a strong martial arts culture and many strong people. However, due to the dangers of the sea route, most merchant ships only come to the Qianli Island line, and few come directly to Jiangdong.

Invincible below the first level of the ladder? Meng Qi smiled, his tone still lazy: "There are many talents in my Central Plains, and there are many masters under the first level of the ladder. Who knows the strongest without fighting? But it is recognized that He Jiu of Donghai Sword Manor and Wang Siyuan of Jiangdong Wang Family are the best among them."

"One step to the sky?" The white-clothed man's eyes lit up, and his cold and arrogant attitude became more obvious, "I wonder where they are now?"

"Wang Siyuan is in the ancestral home of Maoling in Jiangdong, and He Jiu may be in Linhai City..." Meng Qi pointed the road in detail with the mentality of watching a good show.

Ning Tai, the white-clothed man, listened attentively, and finally touched the scabbard, turned the boat, and sped towards Linhai.

He did not choose to fly, because he had to maintain the peak of physical strength and state!

"Sir, this Dongsang man is too arrogant and makes people dislike him. You should be a strong man, why don't you give it a try?" The maid was knowledgeable and had judged Meng Qi's strength from the clues during this period.

Meng Qi half-opened his eyes and laughed, "If I had faced such a person and such a challenge a few months ago, I would definitely have fought, but now, I have comprehended the laws of the operation of heaven and earth, and my heart is connected with the eternal laws. I follow the laws of heaven, earth, nature, and nature. I am peaceful and humble. How can I have the will and heart to fight?"

"Why do I feel like I have become a monk..." The maid blurted out in surprise.

Meng Qi opened his mouth and drank a sip of iced sour plum soup: "No, this is a state at a certain stage, just like the calm before a rainstorm, like the accumulation before the flood overflows the embankment, like the beating before the sharpening of a weapon. Once you get used to this feeling, you can break through the shackles and usher in an explosion." "There is a knife buried deep in my heart, the soul is forged, the true meaning is beaten, the legal principles are pondered, and it has never shown its edge. It is quietly waiting, waiting to accumulate enough power, chant out, make a surprise, soar into the sky, and cut off the injustice." The maid seemed to understand and nodded blankly. The ship was still moving, and Meng Qi was still enjoying his lazy time, feeling drowsy. Unknowingly, Langya was in sight. This is the first port in Jiangdong and the world. There are really clouds of ships and people, and the smell of fish is often smelled. Meng Qi, who was basking in the sun with his belly facing up, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and dark. He slowly stood up and stretched out his hands. The maid beside him helped him put on the black suit.

As the suit was put on, Meng Qi's laziness gradually faded, his temperament became heroic, and he exuded a sense of pride.

The young master seemed to have changed into a different person... The maids were dazzled.

Meng Qi took out the wound of the sky, held the knife in his left hand, and hung it on his waist. With this action, it seemed that something broke the shackles, and the light shone. His momentum became arrogant, and his posture was majestic. Standing there quietly, he was as heroic as a tiger.

In the distance, a flat boat was speeding over, and Ning Tai, a man in white, stood on it.

He suddenly felt something and looked at the building ship. The strange sword in his hand suddenly made a light sound in the sheath.

"Brother, didn't you go to Linhai?" Meng Qi smiled.

Ning Tai said in the difficult Dajin language: "He Jiu has arrived in Langya."

He looked directly at Meng Qi, and the hand holding the sword was retracted inward, so that the hilt was in the most convenient posture for pulling out!

The ship and the boat, one big and one small, formed a sharp contrast.