I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 75 Say hello
After the snake demon was killed, martial law was reinstated at Sanqing Mountain.

This time, Zhang Jinwu was serious about imposing martial law. A perimeter was set up at the foot of the mountain, machine guns were erected, and a camera was placed every five meters up the mountain, all the way to the halfway point.

At this size, not even a mosquito could possibly slip in, let alone a person.

Those cultivators who had immediately left Sanqing Mountain when the snake demon appeared began cursing and swearing upon seeing this.
"What the hell does Zhang Jinwu mean? What right does he have to forbid people from going up the mountain?"

"So you're saying that Sanqing Mountain belongs to them now?"

"Damn it, if I insist on going up there, does he dare to fire a shot? I'll give him the guts."

This kind of nonsense is just empty boasting. The military has declared martial law, and anyone who tries to break through will die in vain. Nobody dares to joke with their own life.

They all know that Zhang Jinwu is a ruthless man; if you dare to mess with him, he really will kill you.

Try it and see.

So after grumbling and cursing, seeing that there was really no way to go up the mountain again, some people drove away in twos and threes.

Some who were still unconvinced wanted to try their luck again, so they didn't leave, but they didn't dare to get too close either, and all drove to some small roads on the outskirts.

When Meng Shulan drove Lin Qingquan to the foot of the mountain, there were almost no outsiders left except for the garrison.

"I can go up by myself."

Meng Shulan carried her things and walked up the mountain alone. Lin Qingquan stood at the foot of the mountain, squinting slightly as he looked at the lingering mist on the mountaintop.

mountain top.

Meng Qi rarely calmed down and meditated for an hour before opening her eyes.

The energy of heaven and earth here is abundant, and I feel that my consciousness is clearer than before. The space between my eyebrows is also clearly visible, and the white light in the middle should belong to me. However, I still can't figure out what that white mist is.

Mengqi didn't try to pry it open again because she didn't want to fall asleep again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his master sitting beside him, while Xiaolong was fast asleep.

"Master, what is this?"

Meng Qi took the Seven-Colored Black Iron Blade out of her bracelet, pointed to the hilt, and asked in confusion, "Why was it made this color?"

Jade Purity Song:
It's confirmed, that brat really woke up.

Even after all these years, their aesthetic sense hasn't changed at all.

How bizarre!
Her expression remained unchanged as she calmly asked, "Do you like it?"

Black Maple has already formed a contract with Xiao Qi. The blade was custom-made for her by Xiao Wu and will change as she grows older and her body changes.

This kid's got some sense; he knows his soul is being nurtured in someone else's sea of ​​consciousness, so as soon as he woke up, he painstakingly modified Black Maple and gave it to Xiao Qi—it's the color of this hilt that matters.
Is he worried that Xiao Qi won't be recognized when she's fighting because she doesn't have her own unique mark?

"Master, are you joking with me?"

Meng Qi pointed incredulously at the hilt of the knife, which was flashing with seven-colored light. "I don't want to go clubbing, why would I like it?"

The lights used in the disco scenes on TV are like this; they hurt her eyes.

Yu Qingge paused for a moment, then decided to let the matter drop.

“Master told you before, this Xuan Tie sword has existed for a thousand years and has developed sentience. In our area, it is considered a top-grade magic weapon.”

Meng Qi decided to ignore her master's first words, such as what he had said before that this broken iron was a bit sharp and that she should not touch it. Was that a statement?
If she thinks it counts, then it counts.

She focused on the last two sentences, "Does 'gaining sentience' mean it can move on its own? I saw it kick a butcher's knife before, it was quite fierce, and it could even run out of the pit by itself. Is that what it means?" Hearing the word "pit," Yu Qingge thought it had accidentally fallen into a pit during a fight, so she patiently explained to her little apprentice, "It has already formed a contract with you, so it can find its way back no matter where it falls. As for the specific meaning of sentience... Black Maple, say hello to Xiao Qi."

Hearing that he was to greet someone, Hei Feng quickly sprang to his feet, the hilt of his seven-colored sword flashing, and said excitedly, "Hi, young master."

It saw the word "Hi" from a black box here; it seems to be a common way for people to greet each other in this world, or perhaps...
"Little master, have you eaten?"

Meng Qi:
She stared wide-eyed at the knife in shock, then grabbed the hilt with her small hands, turned it around in all directions, and murmured incredulously, "It can talk even without a mouth! It's amazing!"

"That's right," Hei Feng said smugly. "Who needs to use their mouth to talk anymore?"

But the next second--
“Master, you said the contract means that no matter where it goes, it can be retrieved on its own, right? Then I’ll give it a try.”

Before Yu Qingge could react, Hei Feng was tossed up by that small hand and thrown into the Flood Dragon Pool.

"Huh? Ahhh!"

A biting cold wind lashed against the blade, and Black Maple cried out as he plunged into the pool.

Black Maple:
Is this child mentally ill?
It angrily spun around in the water once, then burst out of the water with a splash and flew towards the mountaintop.

"Who throws someone into the water the first time they greet them? Kid, are you being polite?"

Hei Feng returned to the two of them, jumping up and down several times in anger. The hilt of his seven-colored sword shimmered in the thin mist, just like the lights in a disco.

Yu Qingge felt a headache coming on, and with a wave of her hand, she put it back into Xiao Qi's jade bracelet.

With the news that Black Maple could "speak," Xiao Qi forgot to ask why the Xuan Tie Blade had become different from before, and who had made the hilt.

"What are you two talking about? You seem so happy."

Meng Shulan was extremely familiar with the formations of Sanqing Mountain and Yuqingge, so she reached the top of the mountain in no time. She put the breakfast she brought on a large rock next to the two of them and took out the contents one by one.

"Mom, did you know that the knife can talk? Wait a minute, I'll make it come out and say hello to you."

Yu Qingge quickly stopped her, "Eat first, don't let it affect your appetite."

Xiao Long opened his eyes, sniffed, his round eyes lit up, and he quickly came closer.

I steamed some egg custard for Xiaolong, but I don't know if he'll eat it.

Yu Qingge quickly reached out and took it, saying, "Let me try it first."

Meng Shulan and her daughter Meng Qi watched as Yu Qingge helped Xiaolong taste most of the steamed egg custard, leaving less than a third of it. She then placed it in front of Xiaolong and said, "You got a good deal."

The little dragon buried its head in the bowl and ate noisily without even lifting its head, which seemed to suit its taste very well.

Meng Shulan was relieved. She had never raised this kind of creature before and really didn't know what to feed it.

Breakfast was devoured in less than five minutes.

Meng Shulan bent down to put the lunchbox into the insulated bag. When she straightened up, she saw a leaf fall on Xiao Qi's head. She raised her hand to pick the leaf off, but suddenly the leaf seemed to be magnified in her vision, and even the tiny hairs and veins on it were clearly visible.

Then the leaf seemed to be enveloped by a wisp of air, gently rising and then drifting back to the ground.

Meng Shulan was stunned. What was going on?

Good afternoon!

Happy Father's Day to all fathers in the world!

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(End of this chapter)