Chapter 945

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Mengqi strolled along the bustling street as if he was strolling in the rain. Peddlers, vendors, and pedestrians dressed in ordinary clothes were like waves, either frozen or moving.

Luoyang had always been known for having many experts, so Mengqi did not feel anything wrong about this. However, after hearing Yuan Lihuo mention that the news of the Ninth Heaven ruins had been secretly spread in Luoyang, he had a completely different feeling. There seemed to be many experts hidden in the crowd. They came and went in a hurry, their expressions solemn, and their undercurrents were turbulent.

"It's like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples …" Mengqi looked around with the corner of his eye in a relaxed mood. He did not extend his spirit. Anyway, regardless of whether the news of the Ninth Heaven ruins was true or not, or whether there was anything strange or conspiracy behind it, he did not intend to get involved in this mess. Everything had nothing to do with him, unless Gu Xiaosang brought the contract and asked for cooperation.

Therefore, he now had a sense of superiority as a bystander who could see everything clearly. Seeing the raindrops falling, he held up the oil-paper umbrella and smiled at the pedestrians who passed by.

It felt good to watch the fire from the other side!

The raindrops bloomed on the bluestone. Of course, Mengqi would not go to Antai Restaurant to join in the fun. He found an inn at random and asked for a relatively clean room.

This was an independent courtyard divided into three wings: the left, the right, and the middle. As soon as he stepped into the room, the smile on Meng Qi's face widened.

A Taoist priest with a wooden hairpin sat on a stone bench in the courtyard. His face was wrinkle-free, and his hair was a mixture of black and white. He breathed slowly and his eyes were half-closed. He turned a blind eye to Mengqi and seemed to be immersed in the Taoist book in his hand. The falling rain happened to be blocked by the dense canopy of the trees.

The window on the right side of the wing was opened, revealing a beautiful face. Her eyebrows reached her temples, her nose was high, and her face was picturesque. There was a hint of valiance hidden in her beauty. Her red dress was bright but not flashy. Obviously, she was a good daughter of Jianghu.

Her breath was only at the level of Enlightening the Apertures, but her lowered eyes seemed to be hiding something. She did not even look at Mengqi, as if she had already sensed it and did not care.

"It's true that the Eight Storms of the Four Directions have gathered in Luoyang. There are two masters hiding in a small guest yard …" Meng Qi was too lazy to probe the other party's true strength. He walked under the eaves, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and shook off the raindrops on it. He leisurely opened the door of the middle wing and entered. After lighting up the darkness, he took out his Tao Te Ching to study.

This book was a bit strange, and he did not trust the Dominator, so he did not want to appraise it for now.

The woman in the red dress and the Taoist priest with a wooden hairpin were still in their original positions. Only the sound of ticking could be heard in the entire courtyard, giving it a quiet and profound feeling.

Meng Qi held the Tao Te Ching in his hand and recited it while shaking his head. He paid no attention to what was happening outside the window.

…

The next day, the wind and rain stopped, and the sky was clear. Mengqi changed his clothes and walked out of the inn, planning to secretly meet Su Ziyue and Gu Changqing.

People came and went on the street. Mengqi walked slowly, enjoying the beauty and ugliness of the mortal world.

Suddenly, a woman in a red dress who lived in the same courtyard hurried past him. She brushed past Meng Qi and turned into a fork in the road.

After a few breaths, the Taoist with the wooden hairpin caught up with her. When he saw Mengqi, he smiled and nodded as a greeting, and then turned into another road.

"They are all roads to Antai Restaurant." Mengqi smiled slightly and went straight forward, deep into the inner city.

As soon as he passed the crossroad, the woman in the red dress and the Taoist with the wooden hairpin, who were far away from here, looked back at the same place in the crowd. They both breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had let go of some doubts.

Going against the direction of Antai Restaurant, Mengqi gradually approached the Su Mansion. At this time, he smiled more widely because Su Ziyue walked out at a brisk pace. She had grown up, less childish, more lively and gentle, and her emerald green dress revealed a bit of freshness.

Mengqi pretended to be a young man shopping and walked slowly in the direction of Su Ziyue. He secretly operated his Eight Nine Mysteries and raised his guard.

When he was less than five steps away, Mengqi's spirit suddenly trembled, as if he could feel many "eyes" falling on Su Ziyue and the people passing by her.

"There is surveillance …" Mengqi looked at the stall on the left with a smile, and let Su Ziyue pass behind him. Eight Nine Mysteries, Primeval Golden Lotus, Yuxu Divination, and so on were quietly activated!

The crowd seemed to thin out all of a sudden, revealing a few hazy positions in Mengqi's mind.

"One, two …" Meng Qi silently counted. There were about four monitors who did not belong to each other. Some of them were strong enough that it was difficult to distinguish the specific situation, while some were relatively weak and exposed the slightest details.

Four forces: the Plain Girl Sect, the Destruction Sect, the Crying Elder, and the Kill-stopping Sect? Mengqi sneered in his heart, but did not expose them. He directly walked forward and left from the street on the left side of the Su Mansion.

It was not worthwhile for him to launch an attack now. After two or three years, when he reached the level of a grandmaster and could resist the peak for a moment, or temporarily withstand the attack of a Half-step, he would ask Abbot Kong Wen and Primogenitor Lingbao for help to destroy the hidden danger. Even if it was difficult to destroy evil sects like the Plain Girl Sect and the Destruction Sect, which had a long history, he would still give them a heavy blow!

Of course, Meng Qi knew that it was only a matter of time before he became a Half-step to Dharmakaya. His enemies knew it even better. The longer he delayed, the crazier his enemies would become. They had to get rid of him before he grew stronger. Therefore, Meng Qi believed that it would be fine in the next one or two years. But after two years, he was afraid that many desperate things would happen, such as kidnapping his relatives and forcing him to go alone.

"When I go to Six Fan School later, I will send a letter to my family, telling them in detail about the brutality of the enemy. Ask them to keep the formation open and restrict my sister from going out. Then, I will ask Uncle Wang to take care of her …" Mengqi already had a plan in mind.

It was difficult to "commit murder" in Luoyang. With such an arrangement, he believed that nothing would go wrong.

Logically speaking, one could only be a thief for a thousand days, not a guard for a thousand days. This level of vigilance was difficult to sustain. However, Mengqi did not need the Su family to maintain it for a long time, three years at most.

This was the confidence of the world-famous "Killing Blade"!

After doing all this, Mengqi returned to the inn as usual. It was already night. He continued to read and study the Tao Te Ching, wondering what was so unusual about it.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart. It was really troublesome to have regrets in the Hidden Latch. Master had been in the stupa for a long time, but there was still no sign of nirvana rebirth. Meng Qi could not even take him to comprehend The Buddha's Palm. As for Junior Brother, his breath was hidden and he was still in a deep sleep. However, his face was ruddy and his flesh and blood were pregnant with terrible power. According to Abbot Kong Wen, Junior Brother's state was similar to the content of the True Scripture from Grand Phantasm. However, he had always been focused and never read the True Scripture from Grand Phantasm. It might be the result of comprehending the General Instruction of The Buddha's Palm.

As the night deepened, a Taoist priest with a wooden hairpin on his head entered the door slowly with a pot of wine in his hand. He looked up at Mengqi's reading figure reflected on the paper window, smiled slightly, and walked back to his room.

As the night deepened, Mengqi put away the Tao Te Ching, which he could not understand, and blew out the bluish-white lamp.

"In the dead of night, be careful of the candle …" The night watchman passed by. A woman in red landed in the courtyard. She only showed the level of enlightening the Apertures because the Grand Formation of Luoyang was monitoring large movements.

She raised her head cautiously and looked at the wing room on the left. Seeing that the Taoist priest was drinking by himself, her eyes slightly darkened.

She glanced at the middle wing room and saw that the light had been extinguished. The room was dark, and the green-robed young master seemed to have fallen asleep.

Taking a light breath, the woman in red quietly returned to her room.

Mengqi stood by the window with his hands clasped behind his back. He hid in the darkness of the room and watched their movements with a smile. His mood was peaceful and calm.

…

Another day passed, in the Emperor's Younger Brother's Mansion.

Zhao Heng ended his practice today. He paid his respects to the "Blood Teeth Arrester" Yuan Lihuo, who was secretly "protecting" him, and then returned to his room.

He closed the door of the room, and the Restrictive Spell was automatically activated, isolating the inside from the outside.

At this time, Zhao Heng let out a long sigh. Although the whole mansion occupied a large area, only this small room could make him feel at ease. It was a feeling that he truly belonged to himself and was not spied on by others!

After all, a prince had his privacy. When he was having sex, he would certainly not let anyone other than the eunuchs "observe". Therefore, the Political Affairs Hall tacitly allowed Zhao Heng's bedroom to be set up to prevent spying.

As soon as he relaxed, Zhao Heng suddenly felt his heart tighten, as if there was a thorn in his back. He suddenly turned around and saw a mysterious man in a loose black robe sitting across the table. The man wore the mask of "Heavenly Primogenitor" in the opera, and was playing with a green ornament in his hand. The center of the ornament was inlaid with a chaotic gem.

"Heavenly Primogenitor? Are you from the Immortals? "Zhao Heng quickly calmed down.

Mengqi laughed and said, "Yes."

Zhao Heng's thoughts turned quickly, and he tried to guess the man's strength. He could actually enter his room under the strict surveillance of the Political Affairs Hall!

"Why are you here, Your Excellency?" Zhao Heng's expression did not change.

"Prince of Wei, you are in a difficult situation, and you are alone. Are you in need of external help?" Mengqi rarely talked to his companions in other identities, and it was a little refreshing.

Zhao Heng's expression changed slightly, and then returned to normal. He smiled and sat down opposite Mengqi, "Your Excellency wants me to join the Immortals?"

"Of course, after joining the Immortals, you can get the skills under the title, buy cheap elixirs and devices, use the exchange ability of the Dominator from time to time, and exchange goods and information with companions all over the world, such as the Reincarnation Charm. What you need to do is to complete a task of the Immortals every year. Under the premise of not endangering the interests of your family or people you care about, even if other members of the Immortals have a task to deal with the Zhao Family, they will inform you in advance …" Mengqi briefly explained the benefits and costs.

Zhao Heng listened seriously and thought carefully, and did not answer for the time being.

Mengqi continued, "All of this requires a certain degree of freedom. We hope that you will temporarily give up the position of the emperor's younger brother. If there is a chance in the future, we will do our best to help you ascend the throne."

Zhao Heng was silent for a while, and then slowly exhaled a foul breath, "I am practicing the new Book of Shocking the World, which is mixed with the skills of humanity. The higher the position, the faster the cultivation. If I lose the position of the emperor's younger brother, my cultivation will be slow, and I will die in Samsara sooner or later. But as long as I ascend the throne and become the master of humanity, I can immediately break through the current shackles …"

The premise was that he had the True Emperor Seal and other items to help him practice.

Zhao Heng's meaning was clear. He would not give up his current position, no matter how difficult the situation was.

Mengqi looked at him as if he had just met him. He had always known that Zhao Heng was ambitious, but he did not expect him to be so persistent.

Was there a side to each of his companions that he didn't know about?

He sighed, "Do you know how much help you have given up?"

Zhao Heng smiled confidently and said, "I wonder if there are any outer members of the Immortals? I have my own skills, so I don't need a title. I only need to exchange for items. Although I can't complete the task, I can help the imperial court. "

Mengqi thought for a while, and then said calmly, "Okay."

…

Back in the yard, Mengqi sat in front of the window, thinking about many things. The Wooden-hairpin Taoist and the woman in red had not returned yet.

Gradually, the night became quiet. Suddenly, a figure fell into the yard and crashed into Mengqi's room. The woman in red's pretty face was pale, and she hurriedly said,

"I am Sun Yuexiu of the Biyue Sword Sect. I need to heal my injuries immediately. Help me remove the blood stains outside, and I will reward you generously tomorrow!"