Chapter 615 Meeting of “Enemies”

On the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Building again.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, and then calmly boiled water and brewed tea. Meng Qi was not impatient, sitting on the chair opposite, gently stroking the armrest, looking very leisurely, and did not ask about the furnace.

The two were competing with each other patiently. It seemed that whoever spoke first would lose his normal heart, become anxious, and fall behind in the transaction.

The mist curled up, and the fragrance of tea spread. Duanmu Bei held the small pot and slowly poured the green water into the teacup in front of him. With a smile, the teacup flew to Meng Qi: "The water is bamboo-green, and the buds are like miniature leaves. Drinking it will clear your mind and calm your spirit."

Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, spread it plainly, and the teacup fell into his palm without a ripple.

"Good tea! Bitter at first, sweet aftertaste, a true gentleman among teas." Meng Qi blew a breath, implying true energy, stirring the heaven and earth to examine the toxicity, then took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it, and praised it for a long time, still not mentioning the furnace.

Duanmu Bei sighed: "I thought you would be eager to improve and break through everything after being trapped in Bo Mi for nearly 20 years, but I didn't expect you to be like an old monk for many years, with a Zen mind, peaceful and casual, and even more patient than me."

He couldn't bear it anymore and got to the point.

"Bo Mi is difficult and dangerous, and you can't see far. Sometimes in order to get a harvest, you often need to stay in place and wait for several days or even months. With more experience, your patience will not be bad." Meng Qi patted the armrest, his expression calm.

This is the patience and will tempering when killing the wolf king, what does it have to do with the old monk?

Duanmu Bei suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I haven't been to Bo Mi, and I can't help but be biased when I hear rumors from others."

After a pause, he laughed and said, "As for the matter of the furnace and cauldron, I have asked the client, and she said she wants a lot of things. It's troublesome to pass on the message. If you are really sincere, we can talk in person."

He didn't even discuss the matter of the furnace and cauldron. He was just passing on the message, so even if he spoke first, he wouldn't really be at a disadvantage. How could he be at a disadvantage if he didn't have it?

He is really an old fox. He was just pretending to be sly just now to test Meng Qi's true intentions!

After a few curses, Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he still gave people the feeling of being deep and unpredictable:

"It would be best if we could talk in person."

This was exactly what he really wanted. Things went more smoothly than expected. The reputation of the Poisonous Demon Lord was quite useful!

Duanmu Bei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi didn't show any emotional fluctuations. He calmed down and said, "Three days later, several left-wing masters will gather at the Fire Lake in Hongfeng Mountain to trade. She will also go. I will take you there." Hongfeng Mountain is located in a county under Yingcheng. It has beautiful scenery and is famous for its maple trees. In the autumn, the forest is dyed red and the lake reflects red, like a fire. It is so beautiful that it attracts many tourists. But now it is still spring, and it is not the season for it to show its beauty and enchantment. There are few people, birds singing in the mountains, which is just right for the left-wing meeting. "Okay." Meng Qi nodded and agreed calmly, which made Duanmu Bei feel confused. He didn't care which left-wing masters there were? He was so confident in himself? …………

By the Fire Lake, in Ci'an Temple. In a Buddhist hall, there were more than ten cushions, most of which were occupied. The one sitting at the top was a fat monk, whose fat rose and fell like waves with every breath. His eyes were kind and wrinkled, and his hands were crossed and placed flat in front of him. He was covered with a red cassock, just like the abbot of Ci'an Temple, Anfa.

On the cushion to his left, there sat a scholar in white clothes, about thirty years old, with a white face and no beard, and a handsome appearance. His aura was like a deep ancient well, and his eyes were half open and half closed, with a strange feeling, as if he could take away souls, so that most people dared not look directly at him.

On the cushion to the right of the abbot of Ci'an Temple, there sat a middle-aged woman, with no wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She was more mature than when she was young. Although she was not very beautiful, her eyes always made people's minds shake and have wild thoughts.

The rest of the people were extraordinary, and Shen Yue from the "Zhaoyingmen" was among them.

"You said that the Poison Hand has left Bo Mi and reappeared in the arena?" The white-clothed scholar still had his eyes half open and half closed.

Shen Yue nodded respectfully: "Yes, Senior Chasing Soul has a good eye, and I dare not deceive you."

This white-clothed scholar is the Soul Chasing Demon Lord Mo Tiange. Hearing this, he showed a gloomy smile: "Old friends for many years, meeting in Jiangzuo when the flowers bloom, it is really a joy."

Other left-handed formers frowned. The Poison Hand Demon Lord actually reappeared in the arena. Isn't he afraid of being hunted down by Luojiao, Mietianmen and Beggars?

How strong is he now? Is he still as strong as he was when he was targeting the black list?

"Bo Mi is not a good place to practice. Du Shou has wasted twenty years, and there must be a gap between you and Zhui Hun. This is really a self-inflicted disaster." The abbot of Ci'an Temple sighed, "In the past, he was in the limelight, and he was about to cross the first level of the ladder and hope to become a master. Whether it is the righteous way or our left way, who would not look at him with a three-point eye? Even if someone's realm and strength are far higher than his, we should consider his potential and value..."

In his conversation, he regarded himself as a left-way evil demon, which was incompatible with the red cassock and the Zen of kindness.

The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth and laughed, "The person whose realm and strength are far higher than his, is it you, Senior Linghu?"

Ci'an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong, and it is considered a famous temple. The abbot is actually a person on the black list, "Six Extremes True Demon" Linghu Tao!

Linghu Tao laughed, did not take up the topic, and turned to look at Shen Yue and said, "You met Du Shou, did you get a glimpse of his depth?"

All eyes looked at Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.

How can you tell others what happened when you were so confused between reality and fantasy that your spirit almost collapsed? Shen Yue cursed a few times, then calmed down and said, "I can't tell the depth of the Poison Hand Demon Lord. I can only make a rough judgment based on his posture, words, and escape techniques. I'm afraid he's still wandering in the third heaven."

If you don't say this, how can you provoke a fight?

"As expected." The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord sighed, "Brother Poisonous Hands used to be charming, and his words and deeds had the potential of being a Demon Lord. I have always admired him, but unfortunately now..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt quite regretful. It seemed that the current Poisonous Hand Demon Lord was no longer worthy of his comparison and attention, and he was not even interested in humiliating him.

Except for Shen Yue, the other evil spirits of the evil ways all nodded their heads. Over the past dynasties, those who hid in the secret broadcast were rarely able to break through and come back out of the world.

As soon as the soul-chasing devil finished speaking, Linghu Tao suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Duanmu is here, eh..."

At the door of the meditation hall, Duanmu Bei, a smooth-skinned man with gray hair, appeared and walked in slowly. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a green robe, with frosty white temples and a soft hat on his head. His temperament was elegant and vicissitudes, and his eyes were calm. The whole person was so deep and reserved that he seemed to disappear.

Just now, Linghu Tao didn't sense him and didn't notice him until he was close, so he said "Hey"!

"Poison hand..." The soul-chasing demon king's eyes suddenly opened, glowing with a strange light, pointing directly at the soul of the soul.

Poisonous Demon Lord? One by one, the powerful leftists turned around and looked at them carefully.

Meng Qi nodded slightly to the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord and the Six-Pole True Demon, calm and composed, without any sense of restraint or inferiority, and even more confident.

Duanmu Bei gave a brief introduction and took Meng Qi to sit on the empty futon.

"It turns out to be Mr. Poisonous Hand. I heard about him many years ago, but I just saw him today." Linghu Tao restrained his surprise and spoke with a smile, but there was something in his heart because he couldn't see through the depth of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.

All the powerful leftists had similar feelings. They were quite shocked and surprised. The Poison Hand Demon Lord seemed not to be restricted by the secrets. He was even more graceful and powerful than before!

The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord closed his eyes and smiled: "You are still as charming as Poisonous Hand, and I am very relieved. If I can't really suppress you, it will be a regret in my life."

There was no politeness in his words, and his enemies were extremely jealous when they saw him!

Meng Qi sat cross-legged on the futon, and there was no wave in the ancient well. He looked at Zhuihun with his eyes that were full of vicissitudes of life, and chuckled: "I thought you had made a lot of progress in the past twenty years, but who knew..."

He shook his head expressionlessly, and everyone could hear the meaning behind his words.

You actually look down on the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord? Who gave him so much confidence! How strong is he? One after another, the powerful leftists came up with similar thoughts.

At this time, Duanmu Bei intervened to smooth things over: "This is Mrs. Baihua, the person who invited you for an interview."

While everyone was wondering what the interview was about, Mrs. Baihua smiled slightly, clapped her hands, and a woman came from the meditation room not far away. She had skin like a baby, beautiful appearance, pure temperament, conservative clothing, and walked like a weak willow supporting the wind. moving.

She looked at the strong men of the right path, her eyes showing fear, as frightened as a deer, without any charm, but it was this expression that aroused the deepest desire in people's hearts, wanting to She wants to be ravaged, and she wants to conquer, and this woman herself exudes some inexplicable "flavor" of attraction between men and women. Her clothes are conservative, ups and downs, and it makes people tear apart.

Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy breathing in the meditation hall. Even Linghu Tao, Soul Chaser Demon Lord and Duanmu Bei could not help but follow this figure and swallowed quietly.

Waiting for the woman to hide behind her, Mrs. Baihua looked at Meng Qi: "Mr. Poisonous Hands is unmoved. He seems not satisfied with the little girl?"

Meng Qi only glanced at the woman for a few times and then looked away, looking straight ahead, his eyes indifferent and unwavering, which looked very special.

Hearing this, he said with a smile: "It's very good in every aspect. I'm very satisfied with it. I hope it can be put to great use."

Having said this, he looked around at Linghu Tao, Soul Chasing Demon Lord, Duanmu Bei and others, and said with a magnetic voice: "Although beauty is attractive, it is only used for things. Why are you so embarrassed? Mr. Linghu is old and indulges in It’s understandable to enjoy it, but have you lost your ambition to pursue the soul?”

What he said fell into the ears of all the evil demons of the right way. In addition to being angry, there was also an inexplicable fear. In the eyes of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, such beauty is just a "thing for use" and has no emotional fluctuations. Seriously Cool yourself!

Apart from himself, no matter how beautiful or attractive other things are, in his eyes they are only "for use"? Just destroy it when you have no use for it?

Compared with the demons who pursue desires such as killing, this is the real demon!

The frosty white temples and elegant and restrained temperament all accentuate this feeling!

Before Linghu Tao and the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord could speak, Madam Baihua smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Poisonous Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious and is used to shopping around. Is there anyone here who might be interested?"

The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord immediately looked at Meng Qi, with old and new hatreds welling up in his heart.

This is a forced test of strength... Meng Qi sighed, his facial expressions unchanged, and he still sat in a deep posture.