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    The sky was just slightly bright, and Meng Qi entered Maoling City leisurely, stepping into the morning light and breathing in the fresh air.

    He didn't go directly back to the rented yard, but walked towards the alley with dragon locust trees, and he couldn't slack off for a day!

    Arriving at the dragon locust tree, the gray-haired old man was already carving wood carvings, with a concentrated expression, as if holding the most sacred thing in his hands, and his attitude was so devout that many people have never achieved it in one thing in their lives, no matter whether they are addicted to it or not.  Well, after all, it was too late.

    Meng Qi's mind was clear, and he sat under the dragon locust tree as usual, watching the old man's carvings, without saying a word, with the same focus.

    The day was getting higher and higher, and the sky was getting brighter. The old man finally finished carving a wood carving, looked up at Meng Qi, and was slightly taken aback: "Brother, are you all right?"

    This was a greeting that he hadn't seen for a long time. Meng Qi was startled when he heard this, he was startled and stunned. He could see that it had actually been three months?

    "Everything is fine for this junior, and your strength has improved a lot." Meng Qi pondered for a while, after all, he was worried that the Lord of the Six Paths of Samsara would be wiped out, so he answered vaguely, neither affirming nor denying.

    The old man seemed to have ordinary facial features stretched out, and said with a smile: "It's good to have progress, it's good to have progress."

    "The junior made a breakthrough in swordsmanship, and finally practiced a style of location swordplay." Meng Qi deliberately raised the topic.

    If the identity of the old man he guessed is correct, swordsmanship should be something he dares to be interested in, and he is not aimless. He deliberately leans on this aspect when he has nothing to discuss, which will only cause resentment.

    The old man put down the wood carving and carving knife, concentrated on chatting, and said with a smile, "Young people are awesome. If I practiced swords back then, if I had 10% of your talent and progress, I wouldn't be scolded by my master."

    "But the juniors are not as focused as the seniors, and they have not changed over the years. The path of cultivation, talent, fortune, and opportunity can make a person go faster and go farther in the same time, but how long it can go depends on hard work and  Concentrate." Meng Qi replied sincerely.

    The old man shook his head, and laughed at himself: "The old man has always been stupid, and he can't be distracted by doing anything. Others can practice many sword moves at once, but the old man can only practice one move very proficiently, and he can do it with his hands.  Practice the next sword move without interference, otherwise you will lose sight of the other, and you will not be able to practice both moves. The same is true for other things. The talent is not as good as others, so you can only work hard on concentration, hard work and hard work  , there is no other way.¡±

    When he was speaking, he touched a sword beside him. It was a long sword wrapped in a light black old scabbard. It had an ordinary shape and an ordinary breath.

    Until now, Meng Qi didn't realize that there was this sword. Before that, he completely ignored what was around the old man, and only focused on him. Looking back, he was quite surprised.

    "Perhaps senior's talent is concentration." Meng Qi sighed, "It would be great if junior could be like senior."

    The old man shook his head again, with a slightly serious expression: "Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die."

    Meng Qi was startled when he heard the words, and vaguely touched something: "Thank you for your teaching, senior."

    "Concentration, hard work and hard work are acquired." The old man said again, and picked up the carving knife and wood blocks.

    Seeing this, Meng Qi got up to leave.

    Before the old man sculpted, he suddenly paused, pondered and said: "Brother, there is one thing, I don't know if I should talk about it or not."

    "Senior, you don't have to worry about it." Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the matter of "Don't come here without any problems" just now?

    The old man looked at Meng Qi, and thought for a while quietly: "Let's talk about it after the Jinshui tide. Please come over when the time comes. There is no need to come again during this time."

    "Yes, senior." Meng Qi saluted solemnly, with doubts, expectations, nervousness, and joy in his heart. No matter what, the relationship was brought closer.

    The old man stopped talking and lowered his head to carve wood carvings, devoting himself to piousness.

    Meng Qi quietly exited the alley and returned to the small courtyard he rented, waiting for what might happen today.

    Normally, with foreign aid, he should keep a low profile, and wait for Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, and Qi Zhengyan to arrive quietly before taking action with great fanfare.  But I have already been involved in the whirlpool, blindly keeping a low profile will only make people suspect, my friendship with Jiang Zhiwei is not a secret, and her current position is not a secret, as long as there is suspicion, it is not difficult for Wang Siyuan to deduce Jiang Zhiwei's secret  come to help.

    Therefore, do what you have to do, but you can't make extra troubles and step into danger.

    "Come on, come on, today's me is not yesterday's me." Meng Qi thought so.

    When it was noon, Meng Qi had just finished his lunch and was breathing, when he heard the sound of thump, thud, thudCome on, you fight against my subordinates, show me your martial arts, if you can beat me to my satisfaction, I will consider whether to tell you or not.  "

    "Master You Fang, we are not actors" Jiang Hengchuan was interrupted by Meng Qi before he finished speaking.

    He stepped forward and looked at You Shaohui with a leisurely expression: "Master Youfang, I wonder which subordinate you want to send?"

    Jiang Hengchuan was about to stop him, but he opened his mouth, but he still didn't speak.

    You Shaohui laughed, seemingly proudly, and pointed to the tall and thin man next to him: "Ghost Shadow Ding Xiaofeng, although he has never been famous in the list, but now he is only half a step away from opening the door to life and death, as long as you can"

    After he finished introducing the master next to him, he suddenly saw a saber light up, like lightning, and it was faster than expected. As soon as he felt it, the long saber was already on his neck!

    But at this time, Ding Xiaofeng threw himself in front of him, after all, he was half a step slow. The long sword of another master next to him burst out with fierce energy, twisted it forcibly, brushed against Meng Qi's face, and flew towards the opposite wall, striking out a slash.  Sword marks.

    "Master Youfang, we are not actors." Meng Qi looked at You Shaohui with a smile, "Within a short distance, your fate is up to me, not up to you."

    His hand holding the knife was unusually steady, as if the knife was not You Shaohui's neck, but a piece of wood.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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