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Chapter 138

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    As soon as he finished speaking, the mist swayed and quickly dissipated. Meng Qi saw no one with a feathered coat and a high crown. The boat was still sailing on the lake. Gu Changqing and Zhenhui beside him were still adjusting their breathing and meditating.  The frequency is extremely high, and with the help of the wind, it is like a sharp arrow.

    Looking at the sparkling lake, Meng Qi really felt like a dream was real, as if meeting the man in feathers and high crown before was just a dream of his own, and when he woke up from the dream, there was no trace of it, but the yellow paper in his hand  The complex and difficult-to-distinguish pattern on the talisman seals reminded him that someone had indeed been here just now, and Gu Changqing and Zhenhui were not alarmed, nor did he feel the slightest bit of vigilance or awareness.

    Such strength is already extraordinary!

    "What kind of organization is it" Meng Qi frowned and thought, and quietly put the talisman into his arms. It would be better to have an extra escape route.

    Regarding this organization, Meng Qi vaguely guessed that it was most likely the mysterious organization behind Xie Jiugui. After all, this was the only mysterious organization he had come into contact with for the time being, and it was impossible for other organizations to pay attention to him for no reason.

    "Does Qu Jiuniang also belong to this organization" Meng Qi thought of the beautiful proprietress of Hanhai's first shop. If she really has the ability to be an outsider and belongs to this organization, then the power of this organization is indeed no small matter. Let a strong outsider be the inn  The boss is not an ordinary luxury.

    After contemplating for a while, Meng Qi had no idea, so he could only restrain his thoughts and continue to meditate with his eyes closed to regain his energy.

    In the middle of the night, Meng Qi recovered some of his strength and was able to fight again. At this time, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the bright moon broke through the clouds, casting a clear light, like a dream.

    "Here we are." The boatman docked the boat on the shore and looked at Meng Qi dully.

    Heartbroken, Meng Qi took out the bag from Shenzui, poured out part of the gems, and handed it to the boatman: "Is that enough?"

    It is inconvenient for horse bandits to carry gold and silver, so they always exchange some of their belongings for gems, so all kinds of gems are regarded as the hard currency of the Western Regions, and there is almost a relatively uniform valuation standard. Of course, this kind of thing will always be different, and different people in different places  The price identified would inevitably fluctuate, so Meng Qi couldn't care less about it if he acted in a hurry.

    The quality of the intoxicated gemstones was better than that of Zhongyashe's. The boatman looked carefully, counted them, and handed back two pieces to Meng Qi: "There are too many."

    It's honestMeng Qi feels a little better, anyway, it's a windfall, so if you lose it, you lose it. He was heartbroken because the plan was not as fast as the change, and he couldn't continue to squander his loyal wealth.

    "Brother, where are we going? Master is still broadcasting secrets." When the boatman rowed away, Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi eagerly.

    Meng Qi had a headache and said: "Junior brother, don't worry, the master is powerful, and the blessings are equal to the sky, maybe the crying old man has been repulsed now, let's hide in Tanhan for a few days to avoid the limelight, and then inquire about his whereabouts  .¡±

    Since the two sides have fought hard for more than ten days, Meng Qi believes that there will not be much change in a while, and Shaolin reinforcements are coming, as long as the crying old man is not stupid, he will choose to retreat in spite of difficulties.

    The problem now is how to send the junior brother back to the master without being caughtMeng Qi was very distressed.

    Although Zhenhui was stunned for a while, she could understand the truth, knowing that the senior brother took the risk to save herself, it would definitely cause a storm, and it would be very dangerous if she didn't avoid the limelight these days, so she nodded and said: "Okay, let's go  Greedy sweat."

    After finishing speaking, he looked at Meng Qi with piercing eyes: "Brother, when will you recruit thunder? Isn't this a means of location?"

    I'll go, you only react now!  Meng Qi stared at the sky speechlessly, the resolute and calm expression on this guy's face before was due to the long reflex arc.

    Meng Qi restrained his "disgusting" expression, and said "kindly": "Brother, I had some adventures when I was hunted down."

    "Oh, an adventure." Zhenhui's eyes became brighter and brighter. In his experience from listening to stories, traveling in the rivers and lakes is bound to be accompanied by adventures.

    Gu Changqing next to him nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that the thunder was really caused by Xiaomeng.

    Seeing the curious faces of the two, Meng Qi, who hadn't figured out how to talk nonsense, could only laugh a few times, trying to divert his attention.

    "Xiao Meng, what are you laughing at?" Gu Changqing asked suspiciously.

    Meng Qi pointed to the front and said: "I rescued my junior brother and escaped from the siege of horse bandits. From then on, the sea is wide and the sky is high for birds to fly. Isn't it worth laughing at?"

    "Haha, it's really worth laughing." Gu Changqing consciously completed a heroic act, and made good friends who are chivalrous and courageous, and he was also in a good mood.

    Meng Qi suddenly felt that something was wrong. How could the conversation just now be like Cao Meng¡¯s??

    The young monk still had that indifferent smile: "On the day the poor monk came down from the mountain, he made a great wish before the Buddha to build forty-nine Buddhist temples in barren lands such as the Gobi and deserts in the Western Regions to provide pedestrians with  A place to rest and shelter from the wind.¡±

    Having said that, he paused, and laughed at himself: "It's for merit. The poor monk's name is Hongneng. I don't know what the two juniors are called? I don't know what the benefactor is called?"

    "The poor monk is really determined, he is the poor monk's junior brother Zhenhui, Gu Jiabao and Gu Changqing." Meng Qi introduced them one by one, "I don't know where the senior brother's mountain gate is?"

    Just as Hong Neng was about to speak, he suddenly smiled and said: "There are no demons here, benefactor, please come in."

    Demons?  Meng Qi and Gu Changqing turned their heads in astonishment, and looked towards the door. Could there be a monster?

    Zhenhui's eyes were piercing, quite excited.

    The door was pushed open, and a man with a package came in. He was thin, his face was fleshless, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, giving off a cold feeling.

    "Brother Zhenguan!" Zhenhui blurted out in surprise.

    Meng Qi also recognized this man. He was the Zhenguan who was expelled from the temple because he attacked him insanely.  The true view of the demon body!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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