Chapter 717

Hearing about Dongyang Villa, Mengqi's first thought was of the Secret Land of Thatched Cottage that Li Chong had mentioned. It was a magical place that only the fated could enter. This also explained why Old Zhong followed Qiu Fei to River East and turned Arrester Cai into a zombie so that he could hide in the cabin and eavesdrop on the secret.

But after thinking about it carefully, Mengqi felt something was wrong. If it was really the Secret Land of Thatched Cottage, the turbulent undercurrent should be in Yangxia, not Maoling. Could it be that the two had nothing to do with each other and Arrester Cai was investigating in the wrong direction?

Suppressing his doubts, Mengqi knocked out the servant and returned to the lower cabin. He ordered Zheng Jushan and Li Chong, "Pay close attention to Qiu Fei's movements."

"Yes." Zheng Jushan respectfully accepted the order. Moreover, the secret agents would also submit confidential information about the arresters.

The next day, as soon as Mengqi woke up and practiced his swordsmanship to soothe his meridians, he saw Zheng Jushan enter the yard.

"Green-ribbon Su, after confirming that Old Zhong had escaped, Qiu Fei directly boarded the ship to River East," Zheng Jushan said using Secret Voice-sending.

Mengqi was stunned. "River East?"

Was it really related to the undercurrent in River East's Maoling?

"The Qiu family's ship was filled with goods to be sold to River East, but I'm not sure if Qiu Fei would disembark midway." Zheng Jushan gave an objective description without adding any personal judgment.

Mengqi's mind was racing. He thought of the people in River East and felt his blood boil. He was eager to try.

Let's go to River East!

…

The autumn air was crisp and the sky was bright. Mengqi looked at the vast river and the rolling waves. He patted the railing and recited in a low voice,

"The lonely sail is far away in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows across the horizon."

This scene could really cleanse the soul and broaden the will.

A month ago, Mengqi failed to explore the Secret Land of Thatched Cottage and boarded a passenger ship. He followed the Qiu family's ship downstream and did not rush. Now he had just entered River East.

River East was the name of Jiang Province and Peng Province. It was located to the east of the Great River and was also known as River Left. It had suffered the least damage in previous catastrophes. Its people had an ancient charm and it was famous for its outstanding talents. It was the first choice for young masters to travel and hone themselves.

Meng Qi took a few deep breaths of the river breeze and refreshed himself. He returned to his cabin and took out something from his chest pocket. It was the Jianghu bulletin that he had obtained from the secret contact point of the Six Fan School when the passenger ship had stopped by the shore to resupply.

The Jianghu Official Bulletin, as the name suggested, was a kind of paper document issued by the headquarters of the Six Fan School to various states, counties, and cities. It was all about relatively important matters in Jianghu, so that the arresters would not be ignorant and ill-informed.

It was a document of relatively important Jianghu Official Bulletin. It was distributed by the headquarters of Fan Fan.

Meng Qi skimmed through the Exterior section and did not find anything that would affect him. But when it came to the summary of the intelligence on Enlightening the Apertures, he became very focused.

"The Astounding, Jiang Hengchuan, married Daxing in Jiang Province. He seemed to be reconciling his state of mind to achieve Oneness of Heaven and Men.

"The Fairy, Jiang Zhiwei, the Fairy of the Extinctive Sword, appeared in Di Province and defeated the 12th on the Ranking List of Young Masters, Cui Zhe."

"The Ledgerkeeper of Lives, Wang Siyuan, was ill for a month. He stayed in the ancestral house of the Wang family in Guangling in Jiang Province."

Mengqi tapped his fingers on the table. The successor of the Arithmetical Classic was indeed punished by heaven. He was weak and sickly and died young before he could become a Dharmakaya. However, River East was really worthy of its name. Before he finished reading, he found two people in the top ten on the Ranking List of Young Masters.

"The Unstoppable Yan Chong practiced his blade at the seaside of Peng Province."

"The Master of Lotus, Liu Su, was drunk outside Ying City."

"The Shapeless Sword, He Jiu, crossed the sea and came ashore at Langya in Peng Province."

"The Wolf King, Tie Sheng, went south quickly and seemed to be going to River East."

"The Five Emperors' Knife, Qing Yu, entered Maoling on the 19th of August and meditated at the Yellow Court Temple."

"The Buddha's Heart Palm, Xuan Zhen, went to Shaolin again and took a boat to the southeast."

"The Heart Breaks the World, Ruan Bugui, went sailing on the sea on the 23rd of August. He played a song that broke his liver and intestines and made a fish swim in shallow water."

"The Right-guarding Sword, Wang Zai, challenged Chu Yunyu, who was in the top 20 on the Ranking List of Young Masters. It was a draw."

…

The records were simple and cold, but they stimulated Mengqi's eyes. Behind each short sentence hid a young talent who shocked the world. The top 20 experts on the Ranking List of Young Masters were the opponents he wanted to challenge.

The flame of battle burned in Mengqi's heart. He looked out of the window. The sunlight reflected off the water, making it look golden and eye-catching.

"This is how it should be in Jianghu!" Mengqi closed the imperial bulletin and flicked his finger. His genuine Qi rubbed against the paper and set it on fire.

The fire burned slowly and soon burned the imperial bulletin in Mengqi's hand into ashes. Just as the fire was about to spread to his right hand, he threw it away. It turned into black butterflies and scattered on the river.

The golden sparkles followed the waves. The lofty city in the distance was faintly discernible. They were about to arrive at Maoling.

Mengqi took a deep breath and boarded the deck full of expectations. This time, he carried a knife and a sword on his back and wore a black suit. He planned to show up as "Killing Blade" Su Meng and openly stand between the turbulent undercurrents of Maoling.

As they approached the dock, a tall ship with several decks came from the opposite direction downstream. It was also heading for the Maoling dock.

On the deck of the ship, a man in white was sitting behind a chessboard. He was watching the game attentively and seemed to be thinking of a way to solve it.

His facial features were as beautiful as a woman's, but his face was pale and his figure was thin. When the river wind blew, his clothes fluttered and swayed, giving people a feeling that he was too fragile.

"Cough, cough." Suddenly, the man in white coughed violently and covered his mouth with his right hand. The servant girl next to him patted his back worriedly and anxiously to soothe him.

When the coughing stopped, the man in white put down his right hand that was covering his mouth. With his eyesight, Mengqi could certainly see the bright red in his palm.

His eyes seemed to be drawn by Qi. The man in white raised his head and looked at Mengqi.

Mengqi nodded politely, and the man in white responded calmly with a smile.

The high-rise ship turned around and sailed into the dock, blocking Meng Qi's passenger ship behind it. It also blocked their line of sight.

Mengqi was about to sigh that the man in white's illness seemed to be lingering in his internal organs and had become a stubborn disease. If there were no elixirs, he could only slowly nurse himself back to health. Suddenly, he came to himself and realized that the feeling just now was not right!

Although he was far away and Mengqi couldn't sense the enemy with his spirit or genuine Qi, his spiritual mind still sensed something under the guidance of Qi. Except when he coughed, the man in white's every move was natural and harmonious. He seemed to be ordinary and no different from a normal person, but he was definitely extraordinary.

"Always in the Oneness of Heaven and Men state?" Mengqi was slightly stunned and thought, "This is the state that can open the Hidden Latch of Life and Death at any time!"

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly laughed. "This is the style of the River East!"

"Heroes are everywhere, and the streets are full of perverts!"

"In this way, I won't have the intention to sharpen myself and wield my sword!" "Good, good, good!" Mengqi secretly said "good" three times. To be able to fight with so many heroes, even if he failed, it was still a gain!

But, who didn't want to win?

The passenger ship turned and slowly sailed into the dock. Not far away, the Maoling Water Gate was guarded like an iron general, waiting for the heroes to open it.

"Is it 'Ledgerkeeper of Lives'?"

"He also came to Maoling?"

Mengqi whispered. With the support of Six Fan School's intelligence, he was no longer blind.

…

The setting sun shone on the thatched cottage as if it was on fire.

A young man in his twenties dressed as a farmer was peacefully chopping firewood, boiling water, and cooking. There was no trace of impatience, as if he was enjoying everything.

His appearance was ordinary, his skin was dark, and only his thick eyebrows were eye-catching. He seemed to be no different from other farmers, but his movements and every move had a subtle charm, natural and tranquil charm.

Suddenly, with a swoosh, a dart flew into the house and stuck on the beam. It was two rooms away from the "young farmer"'s kitchen.

The man smiled and shook his head, not showing any anger. He slowly walked to the beam, pulled out the dart, took down the note, and unfolded it.

"Maoling …"

He was half puzzled and half sighed.

…

Inside the restaurant, a young master was drunk to his death.

His appearance could only be considered good, but even when he was drunk, he still looked elegant and unworldly. His bold and unrestrained temperament did not diminish, but set off this feeling. Coupled with the slight vicissitudes brought by the young man's white hair, he really looked like a banished immortal.

"Gulp." He took a sip of wine and was about to pour again when he touched a note.

"What's this?" He opened it with drunken eyes.

"Maoling …" he said to himself, and then immediately laughed. "How can it compare to good wine?"

He patted the table and sang loudly.

"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, but only those who drink leave their names."

…

At the seaside, it was high tide. Waves rushed to the embankment, and sometimes there were high waves.

On the embankment, a young man dressed in black sat, with a long knife across his knees. He closed his eyes and sat quietly, turning a blind eye to the coming high waves and tides.

His face was square, and his facial features were not bad, but he gave people a sense of toughness and heroism.

The waves were several feet high, and they were so powerful that they seemed to be about to break the embankment.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and the light was so bright that it seemed to be real. He waved his long knife.

The knife momentum was turbulent, the knife intent was surging, and the knife energy was surging. It seemed to have turned into another high wave, and a little tide surged on the shore.

Heaven-man Connection!

"Bang!"

The two "waves" collided, and the sound of crashing was deafening, as if a tsunami had broken out.

The long saber flew back, and the waves collapsed, turning into waves that scattered white foam.

The young man sheathed his knife, turned away from the embankment, and walked toward his landlord.

"There's a letter for you." The landlord saw the scene just now, and his face turned pale with fear.

The young man tore the letter, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Maoling …"

…

In a dilapidated temple, a tall and thin man full of strength loosened his right hand, and the corpse in his hand fell to the ground.

"Is this a master ranked on the Ranking List of Young Masters in the Central Plains …" he said in a strange language. His expression was cold, and his eyes were calm, like a cold beast.

He bent down and searched for an object that looked like skin and paper in the arms of the corpse, and read it with difficulty in the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"… Maoling …"

…

On the tall ship, the man in white stopped coughing, took out a piece of paper, and looked at it. He said to himself with a faint smile,

"Maoling …"

He motioned for the maid to pass him a piece of paper and ink, and then wrote,

"'Killing Blade' Su Meng has come from the west. Judging from his Qi, he is worthy of the name, with a trace of emperor's aura. He may have become a lackey of the Zhao family, or joined the Six Fan School."

He tore off the two lines and kneaded them into a chess piece.