I Honor

“Enemies” Meet

According to the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Building again.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, and then calmly boiled water and made tea, while Meng Qi was not in a hurry, sitting on the chair opposite, gently rubbing the armrest, with a very leisurely appearance, and didn’t ask anything about the stove.

The two were having a patient contest, and it seemed that whoever spoke first would lose his sense of normalcy and become eager, and would be at a disadvantage in the pending transaction.

The mist curled up, and the fragrance of tea dispersed. Duanmubei was holding a small pot, and slowly poured the green liquid into the teacup in front of him. With a flick of his smile, the teacup flew towards Meng Qi: “The water is as green as bamboo, The buds are like miniature leaves, drink it to clear your mind and calm your mind.”

Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, and the teacup fell into his palm without any ripple.

“Good tea is bitter in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. You must be a gentleman in tea.” Meng Qi blew a breath, implying true energy, moving the world to examine the toxicity, then took a sip, closed his eyes and savored it, and after a long time he opened his mouth to praise, still Don’t mention the matter of the furnace.

Duanmubei sighed: “I thought that you have been living in a dense state for nearly twenty years, and you would become eager to improve and break through everything, but I didn’t know that you are really like an old monk for many years. Hold your breath.”

He couldn’t bear it anymore and got to the point.

“Sowing secrets is difficult and dangerous, and you can’t see far away. Sometimes in order to get something, you often have to wait for a few days, or even a few months, without moving at the same place. You have experienced a lot, and you will be patient.” Meng Qi patted the handrail with a helpless expression. Wave.

This is the tempering of patience and will when killing the wolf king, what does it have to do with the old monk

Duanmubei suddenly said: “So that’s the case, the old man has never been to broadcast secrets, and it is inevitable that he will be biased when he hears other people’s rumors.”

After a pause, he said with a chuckle: “As for the matter of the stove, the old man has already asked the owner, and she said that she wants a lot. It’s troublesome to pass on messages. If you are really sincere, you can talk to him face to face.”

He didn’t talk about the furnace at all, he just spread the word, so even if he spoke first, he wouldn’t really be at a disadvantage, how could he be at a disadvantage if there was nothing

It’s really an old fox, just now he was just pretending to test Meng Qi’s truth

After cursing a few times, Meng Qi’s expression remained unchanged. It still feels unfathomable:

“It would be best if we could talk face to face.”

This is in line with his real purpose, things went better than expected, and the reputation of the poisonous hand devil is quite useful

Duanmubei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi didn’t show any mood swings, so he decided: “Three days later, a few heretic powerhouses will meet and trade at Huoshao Lake in Hongfeng Mountain, and she will go too. I will take you there.”

Hongfeng Mountain is located in a county under Yingcheng, with beautiful scenery. It is famous for its maple trees all over the mountain. When autumn is high, the forests are all dyed, and the lake water reflects red. Like a fire, it is so beautiful that it attracts many tourists, but it is still sunny now. not yetIt presents a beautiful and enchanting season, inaccessible, birds singing and mountains secluded. It is suitable for the meeting of heretics.

“Okay.” The old god Meng Qi was there, and he nodded in agreement, making Duanmu Bei Zaisheng unable to figure out the depth of his feelings.

He didn’t care about how many leftist strongmen had such confidence in him

Burning lakeside, inside Ci’an Temple.

In a Buddhist hall, there are more than ten futons, most of them are sitting cross-legged, the one on top is a fat monk, his breathing is full of fat and undulating, like layers of waves, his eyes are kind and wrinkled Deep, hands interlaced up and down, placed flat in front of the body, covered with red cassock, just like the abbot of Ci’an Temple “Anfa”.

On the futon on his left, sat a white-clothed gentleman, in his thirties, with a white face and beardless, handsome appearance, his breath was like a deep ancient well, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and there was a strange feeling, as if he could win the soul, let him Most of the people here dare not look directly.

On the futon on the right side of the abbot of Ci’an Temple, there is a middle-aged woman with no wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She is more mature than her youthful beauty. Although she is not too beautiful, her eyes always make people shake and dream. .

The rest of the people have their own uniqueness, and “Zhaoyingmen” Shen Yue is also among them.

“You said that the poisonous hand has released the broadcast secret and reappeared in the world.” The eyes of the white-clothed scholar are still half-opened and half-closed.

Shen Yue nodded respectfully: “Yes, Senior Chasing Soul has perfect eyesight, and this junior dare not lie.”

This white-clothed gentleman is none other than Mo Tiange, the soul chasing devil. Hearing this, he revealed a gloomy smile: “It’s really a joy to meet an old friend for many years in Jiangzuo when the flowers bloom.”

The former heretics frowned one after another, the Demon King of Poison Hands actually came back out of the rivers and lakes, not afraid of being chased and killed by Luo Jiao, Mie Tianmen and the Beggar Gang

How is his strength now, is he still as strong as he was when he pointed directly at the black list?

“Bomifei is a good place to practice. After 20 years of poisonous hands, there must be a gap between you and chasing your soul. This is really self-inflicted.” The abbot of Ci’an Temple sighed, “In the past, he was in the limelight. We have to cross the first ladder to hope for a master, no matter the righteous way or our heretical way, no one will look at him three-pointedly, even if the realm and strength are far higher than him, we must also consider his potential and value.”

When he talks, he regards himself as a heretical evil spirit, and he is incompatible with the red cassock and the kindness and Zen.

The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth with a smile and said, “The person whose realm and strength are much higher than him, could it be you, Senior Commanding Fox?”

Ci’an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong, it can be regarded as a famous temple, the abbot is actually a member of the black list, “Six Extremes True Demon” Linghutao

Linghu Tao chuckled, didn’t answer the question, turned to look at Shen Yue and said: “You met the poisonous hand face to face, did you ever get a glimpse of his depth?”

All eyes looked at Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.

Shen Yue cursed secretly a few times, restrained his expression and said: “Your junior can’t tell the depth of the poisonous hand devil, you can only see it from his posture, words and evasion.” According to the rough judgment of Fa and others, I am afraid that it is still wandering in the third heaven.”

If you don’t say that, how can you provoke a fight?

“Sure enough.” The Soul Chaser Demon Lord sighed, “Brother Poison Hand was handsome in the past, and his words and deeds have the potential of a Demon Lord. I have always admired it, but it is a pity now”

Before he finished speaking, he felt quite regretful, as if the current Demon Lord of Poisonous Hands was no longer worthy of his comparison and attention, and he was not even interested in humiliating him.

Except for Shen Yue, other leftist demons nodded their heads one after another. Throughout the ages, among those who hid in secrets, it was rare to see someone who could break through and come back out of the rivers and lakes.

As soon as the soul chasing devil finished speaking, Linghutao suddenly raised his eyebrows: “Lord Duanmu is here, huh?”

The entrance of the Zen Hall. Duanmubei, with a smooth face and gray hair, appeared and walked in slowly. Behind him was a middle-aged man in green robes, with frosty temples, wearing a soft hat, elegant and vicissitudes of life, his eyes were calm, and his whole body was deep. Introverted to seem to disappear.

Just now Linghu Tao didn’t sense him, he didn’t notice until close, so he let out a “huh”

“Poisonous Hand” the soul chasing demon Lord suddenly opened his eyes. With a strange light, it pointed directly at the soul of the primordial spirit.

The Demon Lord of Poisonous Hands looked back carefully at each of the heretical powerhouses.

Meng Qi nodded slightly to the Soul Chaser Demon Lord and the Six Extremes True Demon, calm and relaxed, without any sense of restraint or inferiority, and even more confident.

Duanmu Bei gave a brief introduction, and sat on the empty futon with Meng Qi.

“It turned out to be Mr. Poisonous Hand. He was famous many years ago, but I just saw it today.” Linghu Tao restrained his surprise and said with a smile. But there was a turmoil in his heart, because he couldn’t see through the depth of the poisonous hand demon.

Every heretic strongman has a similar feeling, quite shocked and surprised, it seems that the Demon Lord of Poison Hands is not restricted by spreading secrets. Even more graceful than back then, I’m afraid the strength is also the same

The Soul Chaser Demon Lord closed his eyes, followed with a smile and said: “You are still as handsome as the poisonous hand, I am very relieved. If I can’t really suppress you, it will be a pity in life.”

There was no politeness in his words, the enemy met. Extremely jealous

Meng Qi sat cross-legged on the futon, the ancient well was calm, looking at Zhuihun with vicissitudes of life, and chuckled lightly: “I thought you made a lot of progress in the past twenty years, who knows?”

He shook his head expressionlessly, and everyone could hear the meaning in his words.

He actually looked down on the soul chasing demon who gave him so much confidence to what extent his strength had reached, and all heretical powerhouses had similar thoughts one after another.At this time, Duanmubei interjected to smooth things over: “This is Mrs. Baihua, the person who invited you to have an interview.”

When everyone was wondering about what they were talking about, Mrs. Baihua smiled slightly and patted her hands. A woman came from the meditation room not far away. She had skin like a baby, beautiful appearance, pure temperament, conservative clothes, and walked like a weak willow supporting the wind. moving.

She looked at the powerhouses of the leftist way, her eyes showed fear and fear, like a fawn, without the slightest charm, but this kind of performance especially aroused the deepest part of people’s hearts, wanting to ravage , wanting to conquer, and this woman herself exudes some inexplicable “taste” of attraction between men and women.

For a while, there were many heavy breathing sounds in the meditation hall, even Linghutao, Soul Chaser Demon Lord and Duanmu Bei couldn’t help following this figure, quietly swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Waiting for the girl to hide behind, Mrs. Baihua looked at Meng Qi: “Mr. Poisonous Hand is unmoved, he seems to be dissatisfied with the little girl.”

Meng Qi only took a few glances at the woman, then withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead, his gaze was indifferent, and looked very special.

Hearing this, he said with a smile: “Everything is good, I am very satisfied, it will come in handy.”

Having said that, he looked around Linghutao, Soul Chaser Mojun, Duanmubei and the others, and said in a magnetic voice, “Although the beauty is attractive, but the things you use, why bother to lose your composure? Mr. Linghu is old and indulges in enjoyment , I can still understand, chasing the soul, you have lost your ambition.”

What he said fell into the ears of all heretic demons, apart from anger, there was also an inexplicable sense of fear. In the eyes of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, such beauty is nothing more than “things for use”, and there is no emotional fluctuation. cool self

Except for himself, no matter how beautiful and attractive other things are, in his eyes, they are just “used” and useless, so he destroys them casually

Compared to demons chasing and killing, etc., this is the real devil

The vicissitudes of the temples, the elegant and restrained temperament all set off this feeling more and more

Before Linghutao and Soul Chaser could speak, Mrs. Baihua smiled and said, “Mr. Poison Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious, and she is used to shopping around. I don’t know who here is interested.”

The Soul Chaser Demon Lord immediately looked at Meng Qi, with old and new grudges welling up in his heart.

This is a forcible test of strength! Meng Qi sighed, his emotions on the surface remained unchanged, and he still sat upright.

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