Chapter 639: A Knife Buried Deep in the Heart

"Intent on the Blue Blood?" Thinking of the Third Master Ruan's piano music that was very targeted at the Blue Bloods, Meng Qi suspected that they had known about the existence of the Blue Bloods for a long time, but had kept it secret in the past. Why did they make such a big fuss this time and contact the sects and families?

Yan Chong picked up the bowl and took a sip: "Old Master Ruan, who has been indifferent to worldly affairs for many years, wrote letters to the powerful sects and families in the nearby states, saying that the harm of the Blue Bloods was extremely serious, and expressed his concern about their intention to get involved in Linhai City. He believed that they had major plans and were not good for the human race, so they had to take the initiative."

"That's not unreasonable." If the strong men were not vigilant about the Blue Bloods, Meng Qi would find it strange. "Is the Ruan family anxious about this matter?"

If the Ruan family was really anxious about this matter, he had to lend a hand. Even if he had not yet stepped over the first level of the ladder, when facing the Blue Bloods, he had the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to resist their water control ability, which was enough to fight against the Blue Bloods who were ordinary in other aspects.

Yan Chong laughed and said, "Eager? I can't be anxious even if I want to. I don't even know which strong blue-blooded people there are, where they often appear, and where they are located on the seabed. How can I be anxious? This requires both divination and collection, which is not a one-day job."

The seabed is dangerous, with many powerful monsters and dangerous places. It is also a battle in the water, which greatly weakens the senses. Even a half-step Dharma body dare not rush in. In this way, blindly searching in the boundless ocean is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack!

"Then I don't have to rush over." Meng Qi returned a bowl of wine, intending to concentrate on cultivation first, comprehend the law, and lay a solid foundation for crossing the first level of the ladder.

He had roughly described the "picture" of the trench he saw in the blue-blooded people's memory to He Jiu, Huang Taichong and others. If the Ruan family is interested in blue blood, they will definitely not be able to bypass the East Sea Sword Manor. The two sides will definitely cooperate, so he doesn't have to worry about how they get the information.

Yan Chong subconsciously asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

After asking, he automatically shut up. He and Su Meng were just casual friends, so how could he ask such a deep topic?

Meng Qi tapped the wine jar lightly, and the wine liquid turned into a column and filled the bowl. He laughed and said, "I plan to find a place to live in seclusion and comprehend the laws of heaven and earth."

"Are you about to step over the first step of the ladder?" Yan Chong's eyes froze.

Meng Qi smiled but did not answer, just said, "I originally wanted to live next door to Brother Yan, but I have too many grudges, so it's better to hide a little."

At this point, he picked up the wine bowl, gulped it down, turned around, pushed open the door, and stepped into the rain.

The rain fell on his body, like mercury beads rolling down, without a single wet mark, only the darkness gradually blurred Meng Qi's figure.

Yan Chong stared at the scene, looked back at the candlelight swaying in the wind, and suddenly sighed:

"The night rain in the rivers and lakes lasts for ten years, what will happen in ten years?"

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The sky is high in autumn, the air is clear and refreshing, the blue sea is still scorching in the daytime, and the sea breeze blows through the ship at night, bringing the chill of autumn.

A gorgeously decorated ship is slowly sailing on the vast blue ocean, bathing in the bright sunshine.

Unlike other ships, there is a large bed on its deck, a bed that looks comfortable.

Meng Qi lay on it with his upper body naked, enjoying the sunbath, his eyes squinting in comfort, like a lazy cat.

There are several tables next to it, with grapes, watermelons and other fruits on them. They are not seasonal, but are cultivated by families who are good at this, and can only be obtained at a high price.

Beautiful maids in gauze skirts sat on small stools on the left and right. From time to time, they would pick up a grape with their slender jade fingers to peel it, and put a piece of cut red watermelon with a toothpick, and put it to Meng Qi's mouth.

Meng Qi only had to open his mouth to eat, maintaining a lazy state.

The gentle breeze and warm sun, the sea deck, all of this seemed to be affected by Meng Qi's laziness. The maids were a little drowsy, and the servant who came up with iced sour plum soup couldn't help yawning.

"Sir, we have served many guests, but we have never seen anyone who knows how to enjoy like you. They are either afraid of the strong sun or can't let go of their status. Only you make us envy you, and we also want to bask in the sun and sleep like this. It seems that life has become leisurely." The maid on the left was barefoot, peeling grapes, revealing the crystal flesh, and said with a smile.

"Don't, if your skin is tanned, you will definitely blame me." Meng Qi didn't open his eyes and spoke with a strong sense of sleepiness.

After he retreated and cultivated himself, he chartered a ship and headed to Langya from the sea. His bold and unique behavior aroused the curiosity of the maids and servants.

The maid on the right chuckled and said, "Your skin hasn't turned dark after being exposed to the sun for so many days."

She knew that the young master was a martial arts master, so it would be strange if he got tanned. After laughing, she continued, "When we first saw that the young master wanted to put a cool bed on the deck, we all thought we had met a lunatic or a playboy who liked to be naked. We didn't expect it to be used like this."

As she spoke, she took the iced sour plum soup and stirred it with a spoon. The crystals floated and brought a cool color.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, waiting for the spoon to come over, and drank a mouthful of the sour, sweet and cool soup. He still didn't open his eyes and smiled, "I am a person who will definitely enjoy when I can enjoy. I won't stand if I can sit, I won't sit if I can lie down, and I won't do it myself if I can be served by someone."

The sun shone down, setting off the light golden shine on the skin on his back.

"I heard from previous guests that life is short, so why bother yourself. Could it be that they are talking about people like you?" Another maid joked.

She picked up the jade "Bu Qiu Ren" and gently scratched Meng Qi's back.

The wind was light and the sun was warm, and everything seemed so leisurely and lazy, until a sailor shouted:

"Sir, someone is coming over there!"

Someone is coming? Shouldn't there be a boat coming? The maids were stunned.

Meng Qi had sensed it long ago, but he didn't get up. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, saying softly, "Don't worry about him."

In the distance, a small boat came riding the wind and waves, leaving a deep water mark behind it. A man in white stood on it. He was spotless, had an ancient appearance, and a cold temperament. He held a weapon that looked like a knife or a sword in his hand.

His presence was so strong that the sailors ignored the small boat!

The man in white also sensed the building ship and found a big bed on the deck. On the bed, a half-naked young man lay, lazy and leisurely, bathing in the golden sunshine.

Such a picture makes people feel inexplicably lazy, and they spontaneously think that lying on the bed must be very comfortable.

The man in white did not move, and the boat changed direction slightly and sailed towards the building ship. When he got close, he asked in the strange language of Dajin:

"Are you from Southern Jin or Northern Zhou?"

His tone was indifferent and cold, with a hidden sharpness, and it was clearly heard by everyone on the boat at a distance of hundreds of feet.

Meng Qi did not stand up either. He continued to eat the melon slices handed over by the maid and said lazily: "Nanjin, where are you from? What do you want to ask?"

The white-clothed man lowered his sword-holding hand and his expression became solemn: "I am Ningtai, a swordsman from Dongsang. I have tried swords all over the country and never lost in the same realm. I heard that Nanjin and Beizhou are full of talents and heroes. I came to challenge them to practice swords. I wonder who is the strongest under the first level of the ladder?"

Dongsang? Meng Qi has heard of this East China Sea country. They are located deep in the East China Sea. The islands are huge and the resources are rich. They are almost comparable to Jiangdong. They are also full of martial arts and many strong people. However, they are trapped by the dangers of the sea route. Most merchant ships go to the line of Qianli Island, and few come directly to Jiangdong.

Invincible under the first level of the ladder? Meng Qi smiled, his tone still lazy: "There are many talents in our Central Plains, and there are many masters under the first level of the ladder. Who knows the strongest without fighting? But it is generally recognized that He Jiu from Donghai Sword Manor, Wang Siyuan from Jiangdong Wang Family and other people who have ascended to the top in one step are the best among them."

"Each step to the top?" The white-clothed man's eyes lit up, and his cold and arrogant attitude became more obvious, "I wonder where they are now?"

"Wang Siyuan is in the ancestral home of Maoling in Jiangdong, and He Jiu may be in Linhai City..." Meng Qi pointed out the road in detail with the mentality of watching a good show.

Ning Tai, the white-clothed man, listened attentively, and finally touched the scabbard, turned the boat, and sped towards Linhai.

He did not choose to fly because he had to maintain his physical strength and state at the peak!

"Sir, this Dongsang man is too cold and arrogant, which makes people dislike him. You should also be a strong man. Why don't you give it a try?" The maid was knowledgeable and had judged from the clues during this period that Meng Qi's strength was not weak.

Meng Qi half-opened his eyes and laughed, "If I had faced such a person and such a challenge a few months ago, I would have definitely fought a battle. But now, I have comprehended the laws of the universe, and my heart is connected with the eternal laws. I follow the laws of heaven and earth, and follow the laws of nature. I am peaceful and humble. How can I have the will and heart to fight?"

"Why do I feel like I have become a monk..." the maid said in surprise.

Meng Qi opened his mouth and drank a sip of iced sour plum soup: "No, this is a state at a certain stage, like the calm before a rainstorm, like the accumulation before the flood overflows the embankment, like the beating before the blade is sharpened. Once you get used to this feeling, you can break through the shackles and usher in an explosion."

"There is a knife buried deep in my heart, the soul is forged, the true meaning is beaten, and the laws are pondered. It has never shown its edge. It is quietly waiting, waiting to accumulate enough power, chant out, make a big splash, soar into the sky, and cut off the injustice."

The maid seemed to understand and nodded blankly.

The ship was still moving, and Meng Qi was still enjoying his lazy time, feeling drowsy.

Unconsciously, Langya was in sight. This was the first port in Jiangdong and the world. There were really many ships and people, and the smell of fish could be smelled from time to time.

Meng Qi, who was lying on his belly in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and dark.

He slowly stood up and stretched out his hands. The maid next to him helped him put on the black tights.

As the tights were put on, Meng Qi's laziness gradually faded, his temperament became heroic, and he exuded a sense of pride.

The young master seemed to have become a different person... The maids were dazzled.

Meng Qi took out the wound of the sky, held the knife in his left hand, and hung it on his waist. With this action, it was as if something broke the shackles, and the light shone. His momentum became arrogant, his posture was majestic, and he stood there quietly, with the heroic spirit of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

In the distance, a small boat was speeding over, and Ning Tai, a man in white, stood on it.

He suddenly felt something and looked at the building ship. The strange sword in his hand suddenly made a light sound in the sheath.

"Brother, didn't you go to Linhai?" Meng Qi smiled.

Ning Tai said in the difficult Dajin language: "He Jiu arrived in Langya."

He looked directly at Meng Qi, and his hand holding the sword was retracted inward, so that the hilt was in the most convenient position for pulling out!

The building ship and the small boat, one big and one small, formed a sharp contrast.