Chapter 479 Listening to the Autumn Rain in the Small Building

The mad sword enters the capital!

These four words quickly spread throughout the capital, and people were talking about it on the streets. I don’t know how many people were eagerly waiting and inquiring about where Meng Qi was staying, guessing the purpose of his high-profile entry into the capital.

For them, the external scene was too far away from them, while the human list was real and "within reach", and they could talk about it. Who knows, maybe one day they or their children will be on the list?

Therefore, the current number one on the human list came to Beijing, which naturally caused a sensation.

"He is only the first on the list of people, not even half a step away. Why do you need to visit him in person? Sending someone to invite him would make him flattered." In Antai Tower, the environment is quiet, and the rockery and trees form a world of their own. Feng Zheng looked down on him a little, "And according to Yan Chong, he is not yet at the level of He Jiu Wang Siyuan."

Zhao Yi, the King of Jin, walked among the trees with his hands behind his back, laughing softly, "How can the first on the list of people who can kill the Wolf King be underestimated? He is not even half a step away today. What about three years later? Five years later? Ten years later? You need to look ahead when doing things. Some things cannot be rushed. Early preparation is the best policy."

Feng Zheng was just a little dissatisfied with his master's emphasis on Su Meng. He could still listen to the reason. Yes, although the emperor is not in his prime, he is still far from old age. No one knows how long he can stay in the throne, maybe three to five years, maybe ten years.

As for the previous top of the list, except for those who died suddenly, most of them became outsiders soon after they were removed from the list. The best of them made rapid progress and grew rapidly, such as Su Wuming, Gao Lan and Han Guang. So don’t think that you have only won over the top of the list at present. When you need to use it in ten years, you may be a master!

Even if it is only three to five years, it is expected that Su Meng will become an outstanding outsider among the first-class masters!

"The prince is far-sighted..." Feng Zheng smiled.

As a personal eunuch, although he is quite wary of the prince's trust in others, who doesn't want to follow a capable master?

Passing through the courtyard of Antai Tower, Zhao Yi saw a lake and mountains, shaded by green trees, rarely visited by people, and only a few small buildings standing in it, enjoying the quiet pleasure.

"Although it is a fake lake and fake mountain, it can occupy such a wide area in the outer city of Shendu. Antai Tower is indeed well-deserved." Zhao Yi stopped to appreciate the scenery.

Feng Zheng snorted, "Such ostentation under the emperor's feet will sooner or later cause trouble."

Antai Building has a mysterious background, and it is said that it involves some noble families in Shendu.

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

When he arrived in front of the building, a waiter came out and said respectfully, "Mr. Su, please go upstairs to taste tea."

Feng Zheng's face changed slightly, and he was a little embarrassed and annoyed. He looked at Meng Qi with a higher eye. Although the two of them did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, they did not make a big fuss and tried their best to pretend to be ordinary people. Who knew that Su Meng actually sensed it in advance!

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

Upstairs, Zhao Yi saw Meng Qi at a glance. He changed into a blue shirt and Confucian robe, sitting behind the table, with three tea cups in front of him, and a slightly red copper stove next to him.

The autumn wind blowing gently, the painting of green trees, the room with bamboo fragrance, the "red" stove boiling spring water, the tea cups as green as mist, the elegant and calm man, everything is so peaceful and quiet, even the long sword lying on the table has lost its murderous aura, making people reluctant to speak and break this feeling.

Zhao Yi and Feng Zheng sat down slowly without saying a word. They heard a slight sound in the pot on the copper stove and understood that it was boiling. If the lid of the pot was opened, bubbles like fish eyes would be seen floating up one after another.

In their eyes, Meng Qi was not in a hurry. He picked up the misty tea cups and brought them close to the copper stove to heat their surface.

Not long after, there was a gurgling sound, as if countless bubbles were rising from the edge, and the momentum was fast.

Meng Qi slowly put down the tea cups and arranged them in a row. His movements were legal, leisurely and contented, without any impatience.

In the eyes of Feng Zheng and Zhao Yi, they felt that his movements were natural, and his every move complemented the quietness, which made the impetuousness and anxiety in their hearts slowly sink.

The sound of boiling was loud, hot air came out, and white mist lingered. Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, grabbed the soup pot without any fireworks, and poured water into the teacup.

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

In the steaming white mist, the tea tumbled and surged to the surface of the water, stretching its body between ups and downs, sometimes into a dragon and a tiger, or into a green peak, all kinds of strange, magnificent and magnificent.

Watching Meng Qi's unhurried tea, watching his movements that secretly matched the rhythm of heaven and earth, watching the lingering white mist and the milk flowers on the soup, Zhao Yi felt that the impetuousness in his heart was completely washed away, and the whole person was immersed in this quiet and peaceful world, with a peaceful mind and contentment.

"This is the Dragon and Tiger Peak of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The tea has a strong flavor and is extremely powerful. It needs three boiling waters to tame it." Meng Qi said with a smile, his voice soft and gentle but full of confidence, which was very harmonious with the tranquility.

Zhao Yi was relaxed physically and mentally, as if he had forgotten the troubles and disputes outside the small building. He quietly watched the milk flowers in the teacup rise and fall, smelled the refreshing fragrance, and his tone unconsciously became gentle: "I never thought that Kuang Dao was also good at tea ceremony."

"I just started to learn and practice recently to adjust my mood." Meng Qi stroked the teacup.

Thinking of the peaceful and quiet state that almost brought him in, Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked up at Meng Qi again. The number one on the human list was indeed extraordinary.

He had not experienced the unity of heaven and man before he broke through to the half-step, and then he had to endure the internal and external integration of age. He lacked an intuitive understanding of this realm. He only took it seriously after Xingyun Manor, and now he felt it was even more extraordinary.

"I wonder why Your Highness came?" Meng Qi's eyes were still on the soup noodles.

Zhao Yi looked at Meng Qi, who seemed to be peaceful and humble, and smiled softly: "You saved my life. When you come to the capital of gods, how can I not fulfill my hospitality as a host?"

"As long as you have the intention." Meng Qi was like an old monk, not moving at all.

Zhao Yi casually said, "The world was shocked when the wolf king was killed with a sword. Now we are entering the capital with this momentum. What earth-shattering things are we going to do?"

Meng Qi smiled and said, "The capital is full of heroes, so naturally we make friends through martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked out the window and whispered, "The wind is blowing."

The sky was dark, and it seemed that continuous autumn rain was coming.

Zhao Yi did not ask any more questions. With a smile on his face, he chatted about the affairs of the capital, acting as a warm host, and both the host and the guests were happy.

At the end, he saw Meng Qi serving tea, so he stood up and said with a chuckle, "Although I am not talented, I can still say a few words about the affairs of the capital. If you have any difficulties, just speak up."

He did not mention words like winning over, and was just greeting an old friend.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Meng Qi escorted the guests to the stairs, watched them leave, and nodded slightly. Compared to when they were in Xingyun Manor, Zhao Laosan's cultivation and scheming were even deeper, but if he sneaked into the Qionghua Banquet through him, many things would be difficult to handle. Would he have to become an Infernal Affairs and secretly help Laowu to win glory?

While thinking, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then spat it out with a sound of "Puh".

"It's really hard to drink... Fortunately, there is the etiquette of serving tea to see off guests..." Meng Qi frowned.

He was a real beginner. In the afternoon, he saw the tea master divide tea in this way, so he copied it and pretended to be a master to scare Zhao Laosan.

Outside the building, raindrops were already falling.

Zhao Yi put his hands behind his back, and his body seemed to have an invisible barrier that bounced back the rain: "How?"

Feng Zheng understood what his master meant, and said in a deep voice: "Don't underestimate him. He feels a bit like He Jiu and Wang Siyuan back then, but he is still young and lacks the right skills. If there is a chance, he may be able to ascend to heaven under the influence of the qi. If he can be won over, he will be of great use in three or four years."

For this kind of genius, his tone was always a bit bitter. He gave up part of his body and took a different approach to get involved in the outer scene. It would be difficult to break through in the future. For people like Su Meng, once they enter the outer scene, they will make rapid progress, just like Su Wuming at the beginning, who made progress every year!

"This kind of person is the most arrogant. You have to be sincere, treat him as an equal, and cater to his preferences. It's a pity that I underestimated him when I first met him..." Zhao Yi sighed.

The raindrops fell, the sky turned from light to dark, and the autumn wind and rain were killing people.

Meng Qi adjusted his state of mind, closed his eyes and sat on the chair, facing the autumn rain, as if listening or sleeping. At his current state, the main thing is to sense the world and temper the inner world.

Unconsciously, the night fell, Meng Qi's right hand moved slightly, flicking the hilt of the knife.

"Qian Qian of Shendu Martial Arts School, please teach me, Master Su." A voice came from afar, full of energy, clear as pearls falling by the ear, but a little vicissitudes, it seems to be a master who has been enlightened for many years.

"May I ask where the road is?"

The voice came from far away, and a sword light lit up, as if it was in sympathy with the night sky, and a little starlight fell through the thick clouds and illuminated the rain curtain.

In the thick night, the sword struggled and wandered, as if a trapped beast was looking for a way out.

Meng Qi almost sang, sighed, and held the hilt of the knife with his right hand.

The sword light was like a dragon, slashing out swiftly, absorbing all the vitality around.

Although it is the gathering of life, it is dead and gloomy. In an instant, it cuts the sword light.

Life disappears, energy dissipates, light disappears, and the long sword seems to have lost all its spirituality. It snaps into two pieces and falls to the ground.

"The road is under your feet." Meng Qi sheathed the sword and sat on the chair as if he had never stood up, listening to the autumn rain quietly.

A figure stood quietly in the rain outside the building, without any defense, and was soaked like a chicken in the water.

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 freed from his restraints. He seemed to understand something, but also understood nothing. He rushed into the rain and disappeared in front of the building.

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

"Du Linxi of the Du family comes to ask for advice."

Just as the visitor was about to approach, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if a sword energy was approaching, so he changed his body and performed a series of moves, but no matter how he responded, the invisible sword energy followed him like a shadow, and he could not get rid of it!

It was not until he retreated ten steps that the creepy sword energy no longer felt, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

After staying for a while, he turned around and left, not daring to stay any longer.

The autumn rain continued, and the sound of the rain was like a sleep-inducing score, revealing the tranquility of the late night and a little melancholy.

Just like that, the sky gradually brightened and the rain disappeared.

Many people in the martial arts world approached the small building out of curiosity. They had also heard the sound last night, which had spread far away.

"Look, those footprints should be Du Linxi's, with obvious wind-stepping steps!"

"But he didn't even enter the small building within ten feet..."

"That's the 80-jin Panlong stick that can sweep in all directions!"

"The folding fan of Master Huajian... was split into two pieces!"

They were dumbfounded, because all the traces were far away from the small building, and the closest one was ten feet away.

Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes said, "Then, isn't that Master Qian's 'Star-Illuminating Sword'? How come it was broken in front of the building?"

What kind of person is Qian Qian from the martial arts hall? He has achieved unity between man and nature at the age of forty!

He was actually three steps away from the small building

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

But halfway through his words, he sighed:

"The reputation of the Mad Blade Su Meng is well-deserved."

The people around him thought that they only heard the sound of rain and the voices of people announcing their names last night, without any fighting, and they were all dull, and then sighed and agreed:

"The first on the Human List is the first on the Human List..."

Meng Qi felt harmonious with the world, breathing in the morning sun, inhaling and exhaling purple air, and didn't know when the rain would stop, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

At this time, the waiter in the small building came up and whispered: "Young Master Su, the Su family in the Divine Capital sent someone to invite you."

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, his pupils clear and deep like a calm lake.

What was supposed to come finally came.

By the way, I have something to do tonight, and the first chapter will be at 12:30 noon tomorrow.