According to the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Tower again.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, then calmly boiled water and brewed tea. Meng Qi was not impatient, and sat upright on the chair opposite, gently rubbing the armrest, looking very leisurely, without asking about the furnace and cauldron.

The two were having a patient contest, and it seemed that whoever spoke first would lose his usual mind and become anxious, and be at a disadvantage in the transaction that would be waiting.

The mist sways and the tea fragrance spreads. Duanmubei carried a small pot and slowly poured green water into the tea cup in front of him. With a smile, the tea cup flew towards Meng Qi: "The water is green in the color of bamboo, and the buds are like shrinking leaves. Drinking it makes you feel calm."

Meng Qi stretched out his right hand, and a teacup fell into his palm without a rippling ripples.

"Good tea! It tastes bitter and sweet aftertaste. Be a gentleman in tea." Meng Qi blew a breath, implicitly real qi, which touched the world, so as to examine the toxicity. Then he took a sip, closed his eyes and savored it. After a long time, he praised, but still did not mention the matter of the furnace and cauldron.

Duanmu Bei sighed: "I thought you were trapped in the past twenty years and would become anxious about everything for improvement and breakthroughs. But you are really like an old monk with a long-time heart, peaceful and casual heart, and you are even more calm than me."

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

"There are so many difficulties and dangers, and the sight is not far away. Sometimes, in order to gain, you often need to wait in place for a few days or even months. After experiencing too much, your patience will not be bad." Meng Qi patted the handrail, his expression was silent.

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

Duanmu Bei suddenly said, "So that's it. I have never been to broadcast the secrets. I will inevitably be biased when I hear others spread rumors."

After a pause, he laughed and said, "As for the matter of the furnace and cauldron, I have asked the victim, and she said she wanted a lot of things. It is troublesome to communicate and pass messages. If you are really sincere, you can have an interview."

He didn't talk about the furnace and cauldron at all, just spreading a message, so even if he spoke first, he wouldn't really fall at a disadvantage. How could he fall at a disadvantage if he didn't have it?

He is really an old fox. He just pretended to be a pretentious person and tested Meng Qi's truth!

After cursing a few times, Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged. The feeling it gave people is still profound and unfathomable:

"If you can have an interview, it's the best."

This is exactly his real purpose. Things went smoother than expected. The reputation of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand is quite effective!

Duanmu Bei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi did not experience any emotional fluctuations, so he decided to say, "Three days later, several powerful left-minded men will gather and trade at Hongfeng Mountain Fire Lake. She will also go, I will take you there."

Hongmao Mountain is located in a county under Yingcheng, with beautiful scenery. It is famous for its maple trees. When autumn is high, the forests are dyed and the lake water is red. It is like a fire, beautiful and attracts many tourists, but it is still spring. It is not yet the time to show its beauty and charm, and people are rarely visited and birds are singing in the mountains. It is suitable for the Left Road meeting.

"Okay." Meng Qi was there and nodded and agreed, making Duanmu Beisheng unable to understand his depth.

He didn't even care about the powerful left-minded people who were so confident in himself?

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Burning the lakeside, inside Ci'an Temple.

There were about a dozen cushions in a Buddhist temple, most of which were sitting cross-legged. The one who was on the top was a fat monk. There were fat meat rising and falling during his breathing, like layers of waves. His eyes were gentle, his wrinkles were deep, his hands were intertwined, and he was placed flat in front of him. His body was covered with a red cassock, which seemed to be the abbot of Ci'an Temple "Anfa".

On the cushion on his left was a handsome man in white, in his thirties, with a white face and no beard, with a handsome appearance, and a deep ancient well. His eyes were half open and half closed, and he felt strange, as if he could snatch his soul and make most of the people present dare not look directly at him.

There is a middle-aged woman sitting on the futon on the right side of the abbot of Ci'an Temple. She has no wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She is more mature than when she was young. Although she is not too beautiful, her eyes always shake and she is imaginative.

The rest of the people are extraordinary, and Chen Yue, the "Zhaoyingmen" is also among them.

"You said that the murderous hands are released and the world is back?" The white-clothed Xiushu's eyes were still half open and half closed.

Chen Yue nodded respectfully: "Yes, the soul-chasing senior has no bad eyes, and I dare not deceive him."

This white-clothed handsome man is Mo Tiange, the soul-chasing demon king, and he smiled gloomy when he heard this: "Old friends for many years, they met in Jiangzuo during the flowers blooming season, which is really delightful."

The other left-handed former frowned, and the Demon Lord of the Poison Hands actually reappeared in the world. Isn't they afraid of the pursuit of Luo Sect, the Mie Tianmen and the Beggars' Sect?

How strong is he now? Is he still strong enough to directly point to the blacklist?

"Bomi is not a good place to practice. I wasted my vicious hands for twenty years. There must be a gap between you and the soul chasing you. This is really a sin that cannot be survived." The abbot of Ci'an Temple sighed, "In the past, he was in the limelight and was about to cross the first ladder. He was expected to be a master. Whether it is the right path or our left path, no one can look at it. Even if his realm and strength are far higher than his, he must consider his potential and value..."

In his words, he regarded himself as a demon with the left and right, and was incompatible with the red cassock and the Zen meaning of the Zen.

The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth and smiled: "A person whose realm and strength are far higher than him, is it that Senior Linghu, you are yourself?"

Ci'an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong and is considered a famous temple. The abbot is actually a man on the blacklist, Linghu Tao, the "Six Poles True Demons"!

Linghu Tao smiled and did not answer the words. He turned to Chen Yue and said, "Have you ever seen the depth of his face when you meet the poisonous hand?"

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

How can I tell anyone that I am almost broken down when I am so illusory that I am almost broken? Chen Yue cursed a few times and said with a restrained expression: "I can't see the depth of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hands. I can only judge from his posture, words and escape methods, and I am afraid I am still wandering in the third heaven."

If you don’t say that, how can you provoke a fight!

"It turns out to be so." The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord sighed, "Brother Poisoned Hand used to be very handsome, and his words and deeds all have the potential of the Demon Lord. I have always admired it, but unfortunately now..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt quite regretful. It seemed that the current Demon Lord of the Poison Hand is no longer worthy of his attention and even his interest in humiliation.

In addition to Chen Yue, other left-minded demons nodded. Over the years, those who have been hiding in the Bishi secret are rarely able to break through and reappear.

As soon as the Soul Chasing Demon King finished speaking, Linghu Tao suddenly opened his brow: "The master of Duanmu is here, huh..."

At the door of the Zen Hall, Duanmubei, with smooth skin and gray hair, appeared and walked slowly in. Behind him was a middle-aged man with white hair, frosty temples and a soft hat, elegant and vicissitudes of temperament, unpredictable eyes, and his whole body was deep and restrained as if he had disappeared.

Just now, Linghu Tao didn't sense him until he found it nearby, so he said "Huh"!

"Poisonous Hand..." The soul-chasing Demon Lord opened his eyes suddenly, shining with a strange light, pointing directly at the soul and soul.

The Demon Lord of the Poison Hand? One left-handed powerful men turned around and looked at them carefully.

Meng Qi nodded slightly to the Soul Chasing Demon Lord and the Six Poles True Demon, calm and relaxed, without any restraint or inferiority, and even more confident.

Duanmu Bei briefly introduced it and took Meng Qi to sit in an empty futon.

"It turns out to be Mr. Poison. He heard of the famous name many years ago and only saw it today." Linghu Tao restrained himself and said with a smile. However, there was something in his heart because he couldn't see through the depth of the Poison Poison Demon Lord.

All the powerful left-handed men had similar feelings, and were quite shocked and surprised. The Demon Lord of the Poison Hand seemed to be unable to be subject to the secret. He was even more charming than before, and his strength was probably the same!

The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord closed his eyes and smiled and said, "Your style is still the same as Poison Hand, and I feel so comforted. If you can't really suppress you, it's a pity in life."

He was not polite in his words, and the enemy was extremely jealous when they met!

Meng Qi sat cross-legged in the cushion, Wubo of the ancient well, looked at the soul-chasing with vicissitudes, and chuckled: "I still thought you have made great progress in twenty years, but who knew..."

He shook his head without any expression, and everyone could hear the meaning of the words.

He actually looked down on the Demon Lord of Soul Chasing? Who gave him so much confidence? How strong is his strength? One by one, the left-minded powerful people have come up with similar thoughts.

At this time, Duanmu Bei interrupted and said, "This is Mrs. Baihua, the one who invites you to interview."

While everyone was wondering what to do when they were talking, Mrs. Baihua smiled slightly and patted her hands. A woman came from the Zen room not far away. She had a baby's skin, beautiful appearance, pure temperament, conservative clothes, and walking like a weak willow to support the wind, and she was charming.

She looked at the left-minded powerful men, her eyes showing fear and fear, as if she was a deer, without any charm. But this manifestation particularly aroused the deepest part of the heart, and wanted to ravage and conquer. Moreover, the woman herself exuded some indescribable "flavor" between men and women, and her dress was conservative, ups and downs, which attracted people to tear them.

For a moment, there were heavy breathing sounds in the Zen hall. Even Linghu Tao, the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord and Duanmu Bei couldn't help but follow the figure and swallowed quietly.

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

Meng Qi just glanced at the woman a few times and then withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead, his eyes were indifferent and unwavering, and he looked extremely special.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Everything is good, I am very satisfied, and I should be useful."

Speaking of this, he looked around Linghu Tao, the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord, Duanmu Bei and others, and his voice was full of magnetic voices: "Although the beauty is moving, why do you lose your composure in the things you use? Mr. Linghu is old and indulging in enjoyment, and can understand it. Do you have no ambition to chase the Soul-Chasing?"

What he said fell into the ears of all the evil demons left. In addition to being angry, he also had an inexplicable fear. Such beauty was just a "thing used" in the eyes of the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand, without any emotional fluctuations. He was really cool and selfless!

Except for himself, no matter how beautiful or tempting other things are, they are only "used" in his eyes? When they are useless, they will be destroyed at will?

Compared to the evil demons who chase and kill, this is the real demon!

The frosty and vicissitudes of the temples and the elegant and restrained temperament all highlight this feeling more and more!

Before Linghu Tao and the Soul Chasing Demon Lord had spoken, Mrs. Baihua chuckled and said, "Mr. Poisoned Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious and is used to comparing the stores. I wonder who is here to be interested?"

The Soul-Chasing Demon Lord immediately looked at Meng Qi, and new and old hatreds surged into his heart.
Chapter completed!