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Chapter 479

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    Crazy Knife enters Beijing!

    These four words quickly spread in the capital of God, and there were people talking in the streets and alleys. I don't know how many good people looked forward to it and inquired about the place where Meng Qi stayed, guessing his purpose of entering the capital with great fanfare.

    For them, the location is too far away from them, and the talent list is real, "at your fingertips", and they can talk about it. Maybe one day they or their children will be on the list?

    Therefore, the current No. 1 person in the limelight entered Beijing, which naturally caused a sensation.

    "It's just the first place on the list, not even half a step. Why do you need your lord to come to visit in person? Send someone to invite him and he will be flattered." In Antai Building, the environment is quiet, and the rockery and trees form a world of their own. Feng Zheng slightly despises,  "And according to Yan Chong, he has not yet reached the level of He Jiu Wang Siyuan."

    Zhao Yi, King of Jin, walked among the trees with his hands behind his back, and said with a low laugh, "The person who can kill the wolf king is number one. It's not even half a step today. How about three years later? Five years later? Ten years later."  What about it? You need to be cautious when doing things, and some things cannot be rushed, and early preparations are the best policy."

    Feng Zheng was just a little dissatisfied with his master's attention to Su Meng, and the truth can still be heard. Yes, although the emperor is not considered to be in the prime of life, he is still far away from his twilight years. No one knows how long he can stay in the ninth five years.  , maybe three to five years, maybe ten years.

    As for the number one in the previous rankings, except for those who died suddenly, most of them became locations not long after they were dropped off the list.  If you win over a person to be the leader of the list, you may become a master when you need to use it ten years later!

    Even if it only takes three to five years, Su Meng can be expected to become an outstanding among the first-class location masters!

    "My lord is far-sighted" Feng Zheng smiled.

    As a personal eunuch, although he is quite wary of the prince's trust and respect for others, who doesn't want the master who follows him to be capable?

    Passing through the atrium of Antai Building, Zhao Yi saw a landscape of lakes and mountains, shaded by green trees, inaccessible, and only a few small buildings stood in it, enjoying the tranquility.

    "Although it is a fake lake and mountain, Antai Building really deserves its reputation for being able to occupy such a wide area in the outer city of Shendu." Zhao Yi stopped to appreciate the scenery.

    Feng Zheng snorted: "The Son of Heaven is so ostentatious, sooner or later he will cause trouble."

    The background of Antai Building is mysterious, and it is said that some families in the capital of God are involved.

    Zhao Yi smiled and shook his head, jumped over the "small lake" and walked towards the small building at the farthest end.

    When we got to the front of the building, a waiter came out and said respectfully: "Young Master Su invites the two of you to go upstairs for tea."

    Feng Zheng's expression changed slightly, he was a little ashamed, and then he glanced at Meng Qigao. Although the two of them didn't deliberately hide and hide, they didn't make a big show of it.

    The waiter led the way in front, his footsteps were very light, and Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng also restrained their voices.

    Going upstairs, Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance. He changed into a green shirt and Confucian robe, and sat behind the table. There were three teacups in front of him, and the copper stove next to him was reddish.

    The autumn wind blowing slowly, the picture scroll shaded by green trees, the room with bamboo fragrance, the "red" stove boiling spring water, the teacups that are green like misty rain, the elegant and diluted man, everything is so peaceful,  Even the long knife lying horizontally on the table lost the slightest murderous look, making one unable to bear to open his mouth to break this feeling.

    Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng sat down slowly without making a sound, and heard a slight sound in the pot above the copper stove. They understood that it was just boiling, and if they opened the lid, they could see bubbles floating up one after another like fish eyes.

    But the Meng Qi in their eyes was unhurried, picked up the misty-colored teacups, brought them close to the copper stove, and scorched the surface.

    Not long after, there was a loud grunting sound, and it seemed that countless blisters rose from the edge, and the momentum was already fast.

    Meng Qi put down the teacups slowly and arranged them in a row, his movements were imply reasonable, leisurely and contented, without the slightest impatience.

    In the eyes of Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi, he felt that his movements and movements were natural, and his gestures and gestures complemented the quiet place, and the impetuous eagerness in his heart slowly sank.

    There was a loud boiling sound, hot air came out, and the white mist swirled around. Meng Qi reached out with his right hand, grabbed the soup pot without any fumes, and poured water into the teacup.

    The water flowed like a thread, like a light tap. Meng Qi held the tea whisk in his left hand and stirred the powdered tea.

    In the transpiration of the white mist, the powdered tea rolls and rises to the surface of the water, stretching out in the ups and downs, or a dragon and a tiger, or a green peak, all kinds of strange things, majestic and magnificent.

    Watching Meng Qi divide the tea without haste, watching his movements in harmony with the rhythm of the world, watching the lingering white mist and milky flowers in noodle soup, Zhao Yi felt guilty.fell to the ground.

    "The road is at your feet." Meng Qi put the knife back into its sheath, and still sat on the chair, as if he never got up, listening to Qiu Yu quietly.

    Outside the building, there was a figure standing quietly in the rain, without any defense, being drenched like a drowned chicken.

    After a while, he whispered to himself: "The road is under your feet, the road is under your feet"

    Looking at the broken long sword, he suddenly felt a sense of being released from the shackles. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything. He rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.

    After a while, amidst the sound of dripping rain, another voice sounded:

    "The Du family, Du Linxi, came to ask for advice."

    Just as the visitor was about to get close, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if there was a saber aura approaching, so he used body transformation techniques and moves one after another, but no matter how he responded, the invisible saber aura followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it!

    It wasn't until he retreated ten steps that the creepy feeling of saber aura was gone, and his forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.

    After staying for a while, he turned his head and walked away, not daring to stay any longer.

    The autumn rain is continuous, and the sound of the rain is like a score that urges people to sleep, revealing the tranquility of the night and a little melancholy.

    Just like that, the sky gradually brightened and the rain cleared away.

    Many people from the rivers and lakes approached the small building curiously, and they heard the sound last night far away.

    "Look quickly, those footprints should be Du Linxi's, obviously walking on the wind!"

    "But he didn't come within ten feet of the small building"

    "That's an eighty-pound Beaulieu stick that sweeps all directions!"

    "Master Huajian's folding fanwas split in two!"

    They were dumbfounded, because all the traces were far away from the small building, and the nearest one was a foot away.

    Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person said: "Then, isn't that the 'Xingzhao Sword' of the owner of Qianguan? Why did it break in front of the building?"

    What kind of person is Qian Qian in the martial arts hall?  At the age of forty, man and nature are one!

    He is actually three steps away from the small building

    "For some reason, Hall Master Qian has not been able to break through, but has become obsessed, and his strength has obviously declined" Someone tried to find an excuse.

    But halfway through the conversation, he himself sighed:

    "Crazy Saber Su Meng lives up to its reputation."

    The people around thought that they only heard the sound of rain and self-reporting their names last night, and there was no movement of fighting, and they were all dull, so they sighed and echoed:

    "The number one in the list is the number one in the list"

    Meng Qi felt in harmony with the heaven and the earth, breathing the rising sun, breathing in the purple air, not knowing when the rain would stop, as if sleeping peacefully.

    At this time, the waiter from the small building came up and said in a low voice: "Young Xia Su, the God Capital Su Clan sent someone to invite you."

    Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, the pupils were as clear and deep as a flat lake.

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