The Killing Blade entered the capital!
These four words quickly spread throughout Luoyang. Everyone on the streets and alleys were talking about it. Who knew how many busybodies were looking forward to finding out where Meng Qi was staying, trying to guess his purpose for entering Luoyang with such great fanfare.
For them, the Exterior was too far away from them. The Ranking List of Young Masters was real and "within reach". They could talk about it. Maybe one day they or their children would be on the list.
Therefore, the current number one on the Ranking List of Young Masters naturally caused a sensation when he entered the capital.
"He's just the number one on the Ranking List of Young Masters, not even half a step. Prince, you don't need to visit him in person. Just send someone to invite him." Inside the quiet Antai Building, Feng Zheng said with slight contempt, "And according to Yan Chong, he hasn't reached the level of He Jiu and Wang Siyuan."
Zhao Yi, Prince Jin, walked among the trees with his hands behind his back. He whispered with a smile, "The number one on the Ranking List of Young Masters who killed Wolf King is not to be underestimated. He hasn't reached half a step today. What about three years later? What about five years later? What about ten years later? You have to look at the big picture. Some things can't be rushed. Early preparation is the best strategy. "
Feng Zheng was only a little dissatisfied with how much his master valued Su Meng, but he was still able to listen to reason. Yes, although the Emperor was not in his prime, he was still far from his twilight years. No one knew how long he would be able to stay in the throne. Maybe three to five years, maybe ten years.
Most of the former champions of the Ranking List of Young Masters, excluding those who had died a violent death, had reached the Exterior realm not long after they were removed from the list. Among them, the outstanding ones had advanced by leaps and bounds, such as Su Wuming, Gao Lan, and Han Guang. Therefore, although they had only managed to rope in a champion of the Ranking List of Young Masters, they might become a grandmaster ten years later when they needed to be put to use!
Even if it was only three to five years, Su Meng could become an outstanding Top Class Master of the Exterior!
"Your Highness is far-sighted …" Feng Zheng said with a smile.
As a personal eunuch, he was wary of the prince's trust, but who didn't want to follow a capable master?
Passing through the courtyard of the Antai Pavilion, Zhao Yi saw a beautiful lake, mountains, and rivers. Green trees set off each other, and the footprints of people were rarely seen. Only a few small buildings stood towering in the middle, and it was full of quiet joy.
"Although it's just a fake lake and a fake mountain, the An Tai Restaurant really lives up to its reputation for being able to occupy such a wide space in the outer city of Luoyang." Zhao Yi stopped to admire the scenery.
Feng Zheng snorted. "Being so ostentatious under the feet of the Emperor will bring disaster sooner or later."
The Antai Pavilion's background was mysterious. It was said to be related to some aristocratic families in the Divine Capital.
Zhao Yi smiled and shook his head. Leaping over the 'lake', he walked towards the farthest building.
At the front of the building, a waiter came out and said respectfully, "Young Master Su invites the two of you upstairs for some tea."
Feng Zheng's expression changed slightly. He was a little angry and embarrassed, but he also had a higher opinion of Mengqi. Although the two of them did not deliberately hide their tracks, they did not make a big fuss and tried their best to pretend to be ordinary people. Who knew that Su Meng had sensed them in advance!
The waiter led the way in front, his footsteps very light. Even Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng kept their voices low.
Upstairs, Zhao Yi saw Mengqi at a glance. He had changed into a green Confucian robe and was sitting behind a table. In front of him were three teacups, and next to him was a copper stove that was slightly red.
The gentle autumn wind blew, the green trees set off the painting, the room filled with the fragrance of bamboo, the 'red' stove boiling spring water, the pale green teacups that looked like misty rain, and the refined man. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. Even the long saber lying on the table did not have the slightest murderous aura, making it difficult to open one's mouth and break this kind of atmosphere.
Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng did not make a sound. They slowly sat down and heard a faint sound from the pot on the copper stove. They knew that it was beginning to boil. If the lid was opened, they would see the bubbles floating up like fish eyes.
But in their eyes, Mengqi was unhurried. He picked up the misty rain colored teacups and brought them closer to the copper stove, heating up the surface.
Not long after, there was a loud gurgling sound. It seemed like there were countless bubbles rising from the edge of the pot.
Mengqi unhurriedly put down the teacups and arranged them in a row. His movements were subtle and logical, leisurely and contented, without the slightest bit of impatience.
In Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi's eyes, they only felt that his movements and stillness were natural. His every movement and gesture brought out the best in the tranquility of the place, causing the impatience and impatience in their hearts to slowly sink.
The sound of boiling was loud. Steam rose up and curled up into a white mist. Mengqi's right hand reached out and without any smoke or fire, he grabbed the pot and poured the water into the teacups.
The water flowed like a thread, like a light dot. Mengqi held the teacup in his left hand and stirred the tea.
Amidst the white mist, the tea powder tumbled and rose to the surface of the water. It rose and fell, stretching its body, sometimes into a dragon or tiger, sometimes into a green peak. It was a strange and magnificent sight.
Watching Meng Qi unhurriedly pour the tea, watching his movements that were in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth, watching the lingering white mist and creamy broth, Zhao Yi felt that the impetuosity in his heart had been completely washed away. His entire being was immersed in this quiet and peaceful world, his mind at peace and contentment.
"This is North Zhou's Dragon Tiger Peak. The taste of the tea is strong and very strong. It can only be tamed after three boils." Mengqi said with a smile. His voice was soft and slow but full of confidence. It was unusually harmonious with the tranquility.
Zhao Yi's body and mind were relaxed, as if he had forgotten the troubles and fights outside the small house. He quietly watched the creamy soup in the teacup rise and fall. Smelling the refreshing fragrance, his tone unconsciously became gentle. "I didn't think that Killing Blade would also be good at the Way of Tea."
"I've been practicing it recently to adjust my state of mind." Mengqi caressed the teacup.
Thinking of the peace and tranquility that almost brought him into it, Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked up to Mengqi again. The number one on the Ranking List of Young Masters was indeed extraordinary.
He had broken through to the half-step without experiencing the Oneness of Heaven and Men. Coupled with the intertwining of the inner and outer parts of his age, he lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm. He only began to take it seriously after Happycloud Heights, and now he felt that it was extraordinary.
"What brings Your Highness here?" Mengqi's eyes were still fixed on the soup.
Zhao Yi looked at Mengqi, who seemed calm and modest, and laughed. "You saved my life. Now that you've come to Luoyang, how can I not do my duty as a host?"
"As long as you have the heart." Mengqi was like an old monk, not moving an inch.
Zhao Yi said casually, "Cutting down Wolf King with your saber has shocked the world. Now that you've come to Luoyang with this momentum, what earth-shattering event are you going to do?"
Mengqi smiled. "Luoyang is a gathering of heroes. Of course, we'll make friends through martial arts."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked out of the window and whispered, "The wind is blowing."
The sky was dark, as if an autumn rain was about to fall.
Zhao Yi did not ask any more questions. With a smile on his face, he chatted about Luoyang, acting like a warm host. For a moment, both the host and the guest were happy.
In the end, he saw Mengqi serving tea. He stood up and laughed. "Although I'm not talented, I can still say a few words about Luoyang. If you have any difficulties, please don't hesitate to ask."
He did not mention anything like roping him in. It was purely an exchange of greetings when visiting an old friend.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Mengqi saw them to the staircase and watched them leave. He nodded slightly. Compared to the time at Happycloud Heights, Old Zhao the Third's self-restraint was a level deeper. But if he sneaked into the Sumptuous Fruits Banquet through him, many things would be difficult to handle. Should he be a spy and secretly help Old Fifth win glory?
As he pondered, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then spat it out.
"It tastes terrible … Fortunately, I have the etiquette of serving tea …" Mengqi frowned.
He was truly a beginner. In the afternoon, when he saw the tea master serve tea like this, he imitated him and pretended to be an expert to scare Old Zhao the Third.
Outside the building, raindrops were falling.
Zhao Yi put his hands behind his back. There seemed to be an invisible barrier on the surface of his body that reflected the rain. "How is it?"
Feng Zheng understood his master's meaning and said, "Don't underestimate him. He has the same feeling as He Jiu and Wang Siyuan. But he's still young and lacks maturity. If there's an opportunity, he might be able to reach the sky in one step. If he can be roped in, he'll be of great use in three or four years."
When it came to such a genius, Feng Zheng's tone was always a little sour. He had sacrificed part of his body and walked an unconventional path to reach the Exterior. It would be difficult for him to break through in the future. But for someone like Su Meng, once he entered the Exterior, his progress would be very fast. Just like Su Wuming, he advanced one fold of heaven in a year!
"This kind of person is the most arrogant. I have to be sincere, treat him as an equal, and cater to his interests. It's a pity that I underestimated him the first time I met him …" Zhao Yi sighed.
Raindrops slid down, and the sky turned from light to dark. The autumn wind, the autumn rain, and the autumn chill people.
Mengqi adjusted his state of mind and sat on the chair with his eyes closed. He faced the autumn rain, as if he was listening to it and sleeping at the same time. At his current realm, his main task was to sense the heaven and earth and temper the fire of his Inner World.
Unknowingly, the night fell. Mengqi's right hand moved slightly, lightly flicking the hilt of his saber.
"Qian Qian from Luoyang Martial Arts Club. Please give me some pointers, Young Master Su." A voice came from afar. It was full of Qi and clear like a pearl falling beside one's ear. But there was a slight vicissitude in it. It seemed to be a master who had enlightened the Apertures for many years.
"May I ask where the road is?"
The voice came from afar and approached. A sword light lit up, as if resonating with the night sky. Bits of starlight fell through the thick clouds and shone through the curtain of rain.
In the thick night, the sword struggled and wandered, like a trapped beast looking for a way out.
Mengqi almost started singing. He sighed and held the hilt of his saber with his right hand.
The saber light was like a dragon, slashing out vigorously, absorbing all the vitality in the surroundings.
Although it was a gathering of life, it was full of death. In an instant, it hit the sword light.
The vitality dissipated, and the light disappeared. The long sword seemed to have lost all its spirituality. With a crack, it broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
"The road is under your feet." Mengqi sheathed his saber and remained sitting on the chair, as if he had never stood up. He had been quietly listening to the autumn rain.
Outside the building, there was a figure standing in the rain without any defense. He was 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 as if he had been freed from his shackles. He seemed to have understood something, but at the same time, he didn't understand anything. He suddenly rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.
After a while, in the pitter-patter of the rain, another voice sounded.
"Du Linxi of the Du family is here to ask for guidance."
Just as the newcomer was about to approach, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if a saber aura was approaching. He immediately changed his body and used his moves. But no matter how he responded, the invisible saber aura followed him like a shadow. He couldn't get rid of it no matter what!
Only when he retreated ten steps did the hair-raising feeling of the saber aura disappear. His forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.
After being stunned for a while, he turned around and left, not daring to stay any longer.
The autumn rain was endless. The sound of the rain was like a song that urged people to sleep, revealing the tranquility of the night, as well as some melancholy.
Just like that, the sky gradually brightened and the rain stopped.
Many Jianghu people curiously approached the small building. The sound from last night had spread far and wide, so they had heard it.
"Look, those footprints should be Du Linxi's. It's obviously Wind-stepping Step!"
"But he didn't come within thirty meters of the small building …"
"That's the eighty-pound Dragon Staff that can sweep all directions!"
"The Flowery Young Master's folding fan … was split in half!"
They were dumbfounded because all the traces were far away from the small building, and even the closest one was ten meters away.
Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes said, "Isn't, isn't that Club Master Qian's Starshine Sword? Why did it break in front of the building? "
What kind of person was Qian Qian from the martial arts club? He had achieved Oneness of Heaven and Man at the age of forty!
He was actually three steps away from the small building.
"I don't know why Club Master Qian hasn't been able to break through. Instead, he has become strange and his strength has obviously declined …" Someone tried to find an excuse.
But halfway through, he sighed and said,
"Killing Blade Su Meng lives up to his reputation."
The surrounding people recalled that they had only heard the sound of the rain and the introduction of names last night. There was no sound of fighting at all. They were all depressed and then sighed in agreement.
"The first on the Ranking List of Young Masters is indeed the first on the Ranking List of Young Masters …"
Mengqi was in a state of harmony with heaven and earth. He breathed in the morning sun and inhaled and exhaled purple gas. The rain stopped at some point, as if he was sleeping peacefully.
At this moment, the servant of the small building came up and said in a low voice, "Young Hero Su, the Su Clan of Luoyang has sent someone to invite you."
Mengqi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils clear and deep like a calm lake.
What was to come had finally come.
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