The aura is yours and so am I
The heavy rain poured down, creating a mist on the ground.
Mo Li was awakened by the rain. He moved his fingers, but his body seemed unresponsive.
It was like the times he overdid his internal practice in the past, with Qi filling his Dantian, stretching the eight extraordinary meridians, making his limbs stiff and difficult to even bend an arm, requiring gradual adjustment.
“…Meng Qi?”
Mo Li wasn’t lying on the ground; he was being carried on someone’s back.
This person was undoubtedly Meng Qi, who felt that Mo Li had awakened and couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty.
The rain hitting his body caused a faint pain, but it was actually good for Mo Li, as it helped to move his meridians and slowly dissolve the excess Qi in his body.
For this reason, Meng Qi didn’t use his internal strength to avoid the rain.
“What exactly happened just now?” Mo Li strained to look around.
He remembered Meng Qi suddenly losing consciousness, followed by himself inexplicably turning into a dragon, with Qi flooding in like it was free, yet not his own, unable to shake it off or throw it away, as if wrapped in countless layers of cotton, even his movements became sluggish.
The golden dragon in front of him seemed to be welcoming him, ready to show him the rivers and mountains of the nine provinces.
From then on, transcending the mundane world, roaming the four seas, free and unrestrained.
“…”
Mo Li slightly turned his head, his ears from root to tip feeling hot.
The black dragon’s body was entwined with the golden dragon, scales rubbing against each other, creating a tangible sensation. It was strange, that body formed from dark clouds wasn’t really his, completely made of Qi, how could it feel itchy?
Like skin touching skin, the golden dragon radiated warmth, while the black dragon was ice cold.
The warmth seemed to penetrate through the scales, pressing warmly into the heart.
Even now, that feeling lingered on his body—
Wait, wasn’t he lying on Meng Qi’s back right now? His clothes were soaked through, not much different from skin touching. Neither human nor dragon form was their true appearance; dragon veins are mountains, rivers.
Two mountains colliding could be disastrous.
But the confluence of two rivers is common, like the distinct meeting of the Wei and Jing Rivers, one clear and one muddy, coexisting separately in the river channel until they flow far enough to blend together.
This shows that on the surface there’s no separation, but the currents have long been mingling beneath the surface…
Mo Li, trying to distract himself, let his thoughts wander aimlessly. However, against his wishes, as he thought, the distinct Wei and Jing Rivers morphed into two dragons, approaching from different directions, initially just their scales brushing against each other, gradually becoming indistinguishable from one another…
What is this!
Mo Li’s gaze became fixed.
As a doctor, even unmarried, he knew about the matters between men and women.
In fact, he was also aware of the matters between men.
Confucius taught without discrimination, and Qin Lu practiced medicine without regard to the patient’s status. In the world, there are unions of Yin and Yang, and occasionally, there are romantic stories between two women or two men. The women who polished mirrors were alright, not needing a doctor, but it was different for men; Master Qin truly treated many.
Mo Li, a disciple of Qin Lu, learned everything without omission, including diseases caused by special reasons.
Patients might be ashamed or reluctant to seek medical help, but a doctor cannot be.
However, things he previously didn’t take seriously, suddenly involving two dragons and recalling a tingling sensation, made Mo Li feel uneasy.
He tried his best to act normal, feeling anxious inside, not understanding why these thoughts suddenly arose. If he wasn’t a doctor skilled in pharmacology, he would have suspected Meng Qi of giving him some kind of drug.
Lying on Meng Qi’s back, he became increasingly uncomfortable.
His body stiffened gradually, breathing slightly hurried.
The scent from Meng Qi’s body poured in unobstructed, completely different from before, making Mo Li faintly feel as if that aroma wanted to engulf him.
Yet, this aroma also made him feel close, like a forest breeze or moonlight in a quiet night.
“Have you recovered all your memories?”
“Indeed, and I must thank the doctor for his brilliant medical skills…”
Mo Li promptly interrupted Meng Qi, shaking his head, “This has nothing to do with my medical skills.”
Meng Qi’s illness was half psychological, and half possibly due to the mercury pollution from Emperor Li’s tomb affecting Dragon Claw Peak. Even without medicine, the symptoms would gradually lessen over time, ultimately restoring his memory.
“In any case, the doctor has helped me greatly, and I am deeply grateful,” Meng Qi politely said.
It is said that saving a life can be repaid with a lifelong commitment.
Stopping oneself from killing another, does that count as saving a life? Is it a life-saving grace? Forget it, don’t think about it, it certainly isn’t.
Meng Qi’s head was still a bit muddled, reminiscing over every detail since meeting the doctor, at times annoyed by his own clumsiness, and at times pleased with his decisiveness.
With the memory of being the Taijing dragon vein, he wouldn’t dare to show his affection for Mo Li.
After all, he is a senior, the Taijing dragon vein. How could he lose face by pursuing another, inexperienced dragon vein? He should be guiding and caring for his junior, teaching him how to interact with mortals without getting hurt… How did he end up betraying his own principles?
Meng Qi thought with relief that his amnesiac self had no reservations.
Even better, Mo Li was not a truly inexperienced dragon vein, ignorant of the world.
Mo Li had a good teacher and a set of principles for dealing with people and affairs, seeing through people and matters clearly, not needing any care from him.
This was all destined.
The smile on Meng Qi’s lips quickly faded as he thought of that Ancestor Qingwu.
— Offending the dragon vein and still wanting to leave Shangyun Mountain?
The spiritual energy spread with the torrential rain, rapidly growing lush vegetation in the valley. Under the cover of the rain curtain, it stealthily destroyed the original mountain path. Rocks overturned, and the wayside pavilions for rest were entwined with vines, wrapped in several dense layers, plus a few newly sprouted small poplar trees. Unless one got close and pulled down the vines, the original appearance was unrecognizable.
Ancestor Qingwu, having injured his meridians in the recent fight, wouldn’t dare to move around recklessly and must be hiding somewhere to heal.
Meng Qi glanced at the sky.
This rain, caused by spiritual energy, he could barely influence.
The rain intensified, and the fierce wind blew in gusts, visibly hammering down in torrents.
“Doctor, shall we find a place to take shelter?” Meng Qi turned to protect the person on his back, facing the wind himself.
Mo Li thought the rain was a bit too much and was about to speak when the wind blew a handful of hair into his mouth.
“……”
He awkwardly pushed the hair out of his mouth, more embarrassed that it included not only his hair but also Meng Qi’s. Mo Li slightly raised his neck, only to have his face smeared by the rain again.
The feeling of being unable to use internal power in a storm was truly terrible.
“We should take shelter. How are you doing, Brother Meng?”
When Mo Li spoke the first time, he realized that his voice was completely drowned out by the thunder and rain, so he had to lower his body again and ask close to Meng Qi’s ear.
“What?” Meng Qi replied calmly, speaking clearly without losing his breath.
“I can’t use my internal power for now. What about you, Brother Meng?”
Meng Qi was of course fine, but he couldn’t say that.
“I’m not greatly troubled, just a bit of a headache. I’m not fully aware of the doctor’s condition, but it seems he’s influenced by the spiritual energy of Shangyun Mountain, hence cautious about using internal power to avoid the rain.”
While speaking, Meng Qi simply put Mo Li down and changed from carrying to holding him.
Mo Li was surprised but couldn’t stop it.
He had seen carrying patients often enough; Meng Qi meant well, and there were no stretchers here.
But why did this position make him so uncomfortable?
Mo Li felt increasingly strange, sensing a difference in Meng Qi after regaining his memory. Though his tone and gaze hadn’t changed, unnoticed details from before now caught Mo Li’s attention, making him wonder. Could it be that dragon veins inherently attract their kind, and this trait doesn’t manifest without complete memory? It was absurd.
A flash of lightning seemed to strike the trees at the edge of the valley.
Mo Li immediately snapped back to reality, urging, “Let’s go quickly, don’t stay here.”
Whether as a fish or a dragon vein, neither could withstand a lightning strike.
Meng Qi hurried along, holding Mo Li, and even pressed Mo Li’s head into his chest, using his soaked clothes to shield Mo Li from the rain. Such shielding was futile in the heavy rain, but Meng Qi insisted on doing so, leaving Mo Li’s words stuck in his throat, feeling odd.
Why did this scene seem so familiar?
When someone turned into a gerbil, Doctor Mo also tucked the chubby rodent into his chest like this.
If you can’t tuck a fish into your chest, do you use a person instead?
Mo Li was not too pleased, almost really turning into a fish to show Meng Qi. With the rain so heavy, the ground had already turned into a river. Abandoning his human form, he would be more comfortable!
As the thought arose, Mo Li struggled to turn his head to glance at the ground.
“……”
Forget it, he had no interest in floundering in the mud.
The accumulated water was too murky, filled with washed-out mud.
“Where’s Ancestor Qingwu?” Mo Li steadied himself and then thought of this troublemaker.
Meng Qi casually said, “I took advantage of the surge of spiritual energy to make the vegetation grow wildly, trapping him temporarily in the valley.”
Mo Li asked in confusion, “Even if blocked, can it really trap a martial arts expert?” Someone skilled in light body techniques could just climb the trees, stepping on treetops to get out of the valley, right?
“So it can only trap him temporarily. He’s injured and surely won’t act recklessly. And these trees didn’t grow randomly,” Meng Qi said with certainty. “Have you heard of the Eight Trigram Formation?”
Although Meng Qi was not a strategist, nor was he particularly outstanding when he fought for Emperor Chu Yuan, he was willing to learn. He had studied battle formations and the seemingly miraculous Qimen Dunjia.
Formations can’t be set up just anywhere; they require the right geographical advantage.
Coincidentally, this valley was just right.
Of the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain, less than ten were suitable for setting up formations, each invariably possessing a spiritual cave. Formations aren’t mystical; they mainly exploit visual discrepancies, leading one down the wrong path. Because one can use the sun, moon, and stars to determine direction when lost, the placement of formations is also crucial, leading one further astray, forever circling within a certain loop of path.
As for sudden strong winds or ghostly wails within the formation, these are influenced by the mountains and orientation. Some places, situated in wind paths, experience strong winds at specific times. Carving rocks and creating cavities allow the winds to pass through each other, producing very eerie sounds.
If positioned properly and with special stone materials, even more remarkable phenomena can occur.
When the sun shines on the rocks and heat increases, even without wind, the stones can produce strange sounds.
Sometimes it’s like a group of people whispering, sometimes a rumbling roar like the ocean, and especially near ancient battlefields, certain stones can repeat the sounds of battle cries and heavy horse hooves, as if the spirits have lingered for years.
“It’s a minor skill, hardly worth mentioning,” Meng Qi said casually.
He didn’t mention how quickly he learned Qimen Dunjia, almost mastering it instantly, to the extent that Mr. Yin, the chief strategist under Emperor Chu Yuan, praised him.
Isn’t it natural for a dragon vein to understand this?
If he hadn’t lost his memory and forgotten this skill, he could have used the natural maze of Shimo Mountain to trap the group of Jianghu people under Daoist Sang, letting them die without knowing how.
Mo Li’s feelings were complex, sensing that someone had really changed.
When Meng Qi used to say “hardly worth mentioning,” he was actually quite proud inside — Mo Li didn’t need to think hard, automatically associating it with the plump, round gerbil, immediately understanding.
But now when Meng Qi said it, he really meant it.
Yet this was about Qimen Dunjia, a mysterious art even Master Qin couldn’t grasp fully, which made Mo Li somewhat amazed.
Unaware of Mo Li’s thoughts, Meng Qi continued, “I am older than the doctor, so it’s natural for me to know these things. If the doctor wants to learn, I am willing to teach everything I know.”
Being older is just that, nothing significant — age doesn’t really matter for a dragon vein!
After regaining his memory, Meng Qi confidently overcame the shortcoming of his age.
“……”
Alright, no change, still the same proud gerbil.
Mo Li pondered, not proud of mastering the mysterious art himself, but proud of being able to teach someone who knows more, what does this mean?
Meng Qi, holding someone, with a steady gaze, quickly “found” a cave.
Mo Li also sighed in relief.
“Take out my silver needles,” Mo Li said, glad that he had brought a pack of silver needles when he left the Liuhé Temple.
“In your clothes?”
Meng Qi asked knowingly; the clothes were soaked through, making it obvious where anything was hidden.
He casually glanced at the position three inches below the navel.
Mo Li: “……”
Where are you looking?
Even though he was still clothed, Mo Li felt as if he was stripped bare.
To Mo Li, wearing clothes was a matter of “propriety.” A gentleman should avert his eyes from impropriety, and Meng Qi’s behavior was certainly not that of a gentleman. Mo Li thought it was inappropriate, but Meng Qi’s inappropriateness wasn’t limited to this alone. Mo Li shouldn’t have minded, yet this scrutiny unexpectedly irritated him.
This was indeed very peculiar!
Meng Qi was very composed, wearing similarly soaked clothes, without cover or concealment, not only looking disheveled but also “impolite.” If the doctor was annoyed, he could look back! He wasn’t afraid of being seen!
Mo Li: “……”
He seemed to be at a loss for words unusually often today!
Both being dragon veins, why were there differences in their physiques?
Could it be that the size of the mountain ranges and the amount of spiritual energy were related to a certain part of the body?
“Silver needles,” Mo Li decided not to compare himself to Meng Qi.
Meng Qi slowly reached out and pulled the acupuncture needle pack from Mo Li’s clothes.
After being in the rain for so long, Meng Qi’s palms were still warm. Mo Li’s chest was cold, and the clothes clung to his skin. When Meng Qi reached in, Mo Li involuntarily shivered.
“Doctor?”
“It’s nothing.”
Mo Li was puzzled. Before, when he took Meng Qi’s pulse and even held the chubby rodent in his arms, he didn’t feel this way. Why did his body instinctively tremble at Meng Qi’s touch?
A hard-to-describe tingling sensation surged at the back of his head.
Then Meng Qi discovered that his flint and steel were wet, so he had to go into the cave to find dry firewood and vines, and then used his internal power to start a fire. After all this effort, Mo Li finally used the silver needles.
Mugwort was thrown into the fire, filling the cave with a slightly pungent smell.
Insects and ants were also driven away by the smoke. Mo Li handed the silver needles to Meng Qi and guided him to insert them at several acupoints.
The acupoint recognition was accurate, and the force was as instructed, but the effect was hard to describe.
If Mo Li did it, with one pull of the needles, he could open the meridians and restore them in less than half an hour. Now it would probably take an hour. In an emergency, this was barely adequate for a doctor.
Forget being a miracle doctor; there was no talent for it!
Mo Li considerately didn’t say it out loud, but he wasn’t good at hiding his expressions, and Meng Qi could tell from his reaction that his performance was probably not good enough, which made him feel a bit stifled.
Just now he boasted about living long and knowing much, even capable of teaching Qimen Dunjia to his beloved, and now he was stumped by acupuncture.
“Why not have the doctor repeat the instructions, and I’ll try again?”
“……Brother Meng, I want to restore my internal power as soon as possible.”
Just as Mo Li finished speaking, a loud noise came from afar, followed by the cave shaking a few times.
Sand and stones fell, and Meng Qi quickly protected Mo Li.
“This isn’t thunder!” Mo Li struggled to get up, not knowing if it was a flash flood or an earthquake, and quickly looked at Meng Qi’s face.
The latter’s anger was almost tangible.
“It’s explosives, someone is blowing up Emperor Li’s tomb!”
The aura is yours and so am I
The heavy rain poured down, creating a mist on the ground.
Mo Li was awakened by the rain. He moved his fingers, but his body seemed unresponsive.
It was like the times he overdid his internal practice in the past, with Qi filling his Dantian, stretching the eight extraordinary meridians, making his limbs stiff and difficult to even bend an arm, requiring gradual adjustment.
“…Meng Qi?”
Mo Li wasn’t lying on the ground; he was being carried on someone’s back.
This person was undoubtedly Meng Qi, who felt that Mo Li had awakened and couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty.
The rain hitting his body caused a faint pain, but it was actually good for Mo Li, as it helped to move his meridians and slowly dissolve the excess Qi in his body.
For this reason, Meng Qi didn’t use his internal strength to avoid the rain.
“What exactly happened just now?” Mo Li strained to look around.
He remembered Meng Qi suddenly losing consciousness, followed by himself inexplicably turning into a dragon, with Qi flooding in like it was free, yet not his own, unable to shake it off or throw it away, as if wrapped in countless layers of cotton, even his movements became sluggish.
The golden dragon in front of him seemed to be welcoming him, ready to show him the rivers and mountains of the nine provinces.
From then on, transcending the mundane world, roaming the four seas, free and unrestrained.
“…”
Mo Li slightly turned his head, his ears from root to tip feeling hot.
The black dragon’s body was entwined with the golden dragon, scales rubbing against each other, creating a tangible sensation. It was strange, that body formed from dark clouds wasn’t really his, completely made of Qi, how could it feel itchy?
Like skin touching skin, the golden dragon radiated warmth, while the black dragon was ice cold.
The warmth seemed to penetrate through the scales, pressing warmly into the heart.
Even now, that feeling lingered on his body—
Wait, wasn’t he lying on Meng Qi’s back right now? His clothes were soaked through, not much different from skin touching. Neither human nor dragon form was their true appearance; dragon veins are mountains, rivers.
Two mountains colliding could be disastrous.
But the confluence of two rivers is common, like the distinct meeting of the Wei and Jing Rivers, one clear and one muddy, coexisting separately in the river channel until they flow far enough to blend together.
This shows that on the surface there’s no separation, but the currents have long been mingling beneath the surface…
Mo Li, trying to distract himself, let his thoughts wander aimlessly. However, against his wishes, as he thought, the distinct Wei and Jing Rivers morphed into two dragons, approaching from different directions, initially just their scales brushing against each other, gradually becoming indistinguishable from one another…
What is this!
Mo Li’s gaze became fixed.
As a doctor, even unmarried, he knew about the matters between men and women.
In fact, he was also aware of the matters between men.
Confucius taught without discrimination, and Qin Lu practiced medicine without regard to the patient’s status. In the world, there are unions of Yin and Yang, and occasionally, there are romantic stories between two women or two men. The women who polished mirrors were alright, not needing a doctor, but it was different for men; Master Qin truly treated many.
Mo Li, a disciple of Qin Lu, learned everything without omission, including diseases caused by special reasons.
Patients might be ashamed or reluctant to seek medical help, but a doctor cannot be.
However, things he previously didn’t take seriously, suddenly involving two dragons and recalling a tingling sensation, made Mo Li feel uneasy.
He tried his best to act normal, feeling anxious inside, not understanding why these thoughts suddenly arose. If he wasn’t a doctor skilled in pharmacology, he would have suspected Meng Qi of giving him some kind of drug.
Lying on Meng Qi’s back, he became increasingly uncomfortable.
His body stiffened gradually, breathing slightly hurried.
The scent from Meng Qi’s body poured in unobstructed, completely different from before, making Mo Li faintly feel as if that aroma wanted to engulf him.
Yet, this aroma also made him feel close, like a forest breeze or moonlight in a quiet night.
“Have you recovered all your memories?”
“Indeed, and I must thank the doctor for his brilliant medical skills…”
Mo Li promptly interrupted Meng Qi, shaking his head, “This has nothing to do with my medical skills.”
Meng Qi’s illness was half psychological, and half possibly due to the mercury pollution from Emperor Li’s tomb affecting Dragon Claw Peak. Even without medicine, the symptoms would gradually lessen over time, ultimately restoring his memory.
“In any case, the doctor has helped me greatly, and I am deeply grateful,” Meng Qi politely said.
It is said that saving a life can be repaid with a lifelong commitment.
Stopping oneself from killing another, does that count as saving a life? Is it a life-saving grace? Forget it, don’t think about it, it certainly isn’t.
Meng Qi’s head was still a bit muddled, reminiscing over every detail since meeting the doctor, at times annoyed by his own clumsiness, and at times pleased with his decisiveness.
With the memory of being the Taijing dragon vein, he wouldn’t dare to show his affection for Mo Li.
After all, he is a senior, the Taijing dragon vein. How could he lose face by pursuing another, inexperienced dragon vein? He should be guiding and caring for his junior, teaching him how to interact with mortals without getting hurt… How did he end up betraying his own principles?
Meng Qi thought with relief that his amnesiac self had no reservations.
Even better, Mo Li was not a truly inexperienced dragon vein, ignorant of the world.
Mo Li had a good teacher and a set of principles for dealing with people and affairs, seeing through people and matters clearly, not needing any care from him.
This was all destined.
The smile on Meng Qi’s lips quickly faded as he thought of that Ancestor Qingwu.
— Offending the dragon vein and still wanting to leave Shangyun Mountain?
The spiritual energy spread with the torrential rain, rapidly growing lush vegetation in the valley. Under the cover of the rain curtain, it stealthily destroyed the original mountain path. Rocks overturned, and the wayside pavilions for rest were entwined with vines, wrapped in several dense layers, plus a few newly sprouted small poplar trees. Unless one got close and pulled down the vines, the original appearance was unrecognizable.
Ancestor Qingwu, having injured his meridians in the recent fight, wouldn’t dare to move around recklessly and must be hiding somewhere to heal.
Meng Qi glanced at the sky.
This rain, caused by spiritual energy, he could barely influence.
The rain intensified, and the fierce wind blew in gusts, visibly hammering down in torrents.
“Doctor, shall we find a place to take shelter?” Meng Qi turned to protect the person on his back, facing the wind himself.
Mo Li thought the rain was a bit too much and was about to speak when the wind blew a handful of hair into his mouth.
“……”
He awkwardly pushed the hair out of his mouth, more embarrassed that it included not only his hair but also Meng Qi’s. Mo Li slightly raised his neck, only to have his face smeared by the rain again.
The feeling of being unable to use internal power in a storm was truly terrible.
“We should take shelter. How are you doing, Brother Meng?”
When Mo Li spoke the first time, he realized that his voice was completely drowned out by the thunder and rain, so he had to lower his body again and ask close to Meng Qi’s ear.
“What?” Meng Qi replied calmly, speaking clearly without losing his breath.
“I can’t use my internal power for now. What about you, Brother Meng?”
Meng Qi was of course fine, but he couldn’t say that.
“I’m not greatly troubled, just a bit of a headache. I’m not fully aware of the doctor’s condition, but it seems he’s influenced by the spiritual energy of Shangyun Mountain, hence cautious about using internal power to avoid the rain.”
While speaking, Meng Qi simply put Mo Li down and changed from carrying to holding him.
Mo Li was surprised but couldn’t stop it.
He had seen carrying patients often enough; Meng Qi meant well, and there were no stretchers here.
But why did this position make him so uncomfortable?
Mo Li felt increasingly strange, sensing a difference in Meng Qi after regaining his memory. Though his tone and gaze hadn’t changed, unnoticed details from before now caught Mo Li’s attention, making him wonder. Could it be that dragon veins inherently attract their kind, and this trait doesn’t manifest without complete memory? It was absurd.
A flash of lightning seemed to strike the trees at the edge of the valley.
Mo Li immediately snapped back to reality, urging, “Let’s go quickly, don’t stay here.”
Whether as a fish or a dragon vein, neither could withstand a lightning strike.
Meng Qi hurried along, holding Mo Li, and even pressed Mo Li’s head into his chest, using his soaked clothes to shield Mo Li from the rain. Such shielding was futile in the heavy rain, but Meng Qi insisted on doing so, leaving Mo Li’s words stuck in his throat, feeling odd.
Why did this scene seem so familiar?
When someone turned into a gerbil, Doctor Mo also tucked the chubby rodent into his chest like this.
If you can’t tuck a fish into your chest, do you use a person instead?
Mo Li was not too pleased, almost really turning into a fish to show Meng Qi. With the rain so heavy, the ground had already turned into a river. Abandoning his human form, he would be more comfortable!
As the thought arose, Mo Li struggled to turn his head to glance at the ground.
“……”
Forget it, he had no interest in floundering in the mud.
The accumulated water was too murky, filled with washed-out mud.
“Where’s Ancestor Qingwu?” Mo Li steadied himself and then thought of this troublemaker.
Meng Qi casually said, “I took advantage of the surge of spiritual energy to make the vegetation grow wildly, trapping him temporarily in the valley.”
Mo Li asked in confusion, “Even if blocked, can it really trap a martial arts expert?” Someone skilled in light body techniques could just climb the trees, stepping on treetops to get out of the valley, right?
“So it can only trap him temporarily. He’s injured and surely won’t act recklessly. And these trees didn’t grow randomly,” Meng Qi said with certainty. “Have you heard of the Eight Trigram Formation?”
Although Meng Qi was not a strategist, nor was he particularly outstanding when he fought for Emperor Chu Yuan, he was willing to learn. He had studied battle formations and the seemingly miraculous Qimen Dunjia.
Formations can’t be set up just anywhere; they require the right geographical advantage.
Coincidentally, this valley was just right.
Of the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain, less than ten were suitable for setting up formations, each invariably possessing a spiritual cave. Formations aren’t mystical; they mainly exploit visual discrepancies, leading one down the wrong path. Because one can use the sun, moon, and stars to determine direction when lost, the placement of formations is also crucial, leading one further astray, forever circling within a certain loop of path.
As for sudden strong winds or ghostly wails within the formation, these are influenced by the mountains and orientation. Some places, situated in wind paths, experience strong winds at specific times. Carving rocks and creating cavities allow the winds to pass through each other, producing very eerie sounds.
If positioned properly and with special stone materials, even more remarkable phenomena can occur.
When the sun shines on the rocks and heat increases, even without wind, the stones can produce strange sounds.
Sometimes it’s like a group of people whispering, sometimes a rumbling roar like the ocean, and especially near ancient battlefields, certain stones can repeat the sounds of battle cries and heavy horse hooves, as if the spirits have lingered for years.
“It’s a minor skill, hardly worth mentioning,” Meng Qi said casually.
He didn’t mention how quickly he learned Qimen Dunjia, almost mastering it instantly, to the extent that Mr. Yin, the chief strategist under Emperor Chu Yuan, praised him.
Isn’t it natural for a dragon vein to understand this?
If he hadn’t lost his memory and forgotten this skill, he could have used the natural maze of Shimo Mountain to trap the group of Jianghu people under Daoist Sang, letting them die without knowing how.
Mo Li’s feelings were complex, sensing that someone had really changed.
When Meng Qi used to say “hardly worth mentioning,” he was actually quite proud inside — Mo Li didn’t need to think hard, automatically associating it with the plump, round gerbil, immediately understanding.
But now when Meng Qi said it, he really meant it.
Yet this was about Qimen Dunjia, a mysterious art even Master Qin couldn’t grasp fully, which made Mo Li somewhat amazed.
Unaware of Mo Li’s thoughts, Meng Qi continued, “I am older than the doctor, so it’s natural for me to know these things. If the doctor wants to learn, I am willing to teach everything I know.”
Being older is just that, nothing significant — age doesn’t really matter for a dragon vein!
After regaining his memory, Meng Qi confidently overcame the shortcoming of his age.
“……”
Alright, no change, still the same proud gerbil.
Mo Li pondered, not proud of mastering the mysterious art himself, but proud of being able to teach someone who knows more, what does this mean?
Meng Qi, holding someone, with a steady gaze, quickly “found” a cave.
Mo Li also sighed in relief.
“Take out my silver needles,” Mo Li said, glad that he had brought a pack of silver needles when he left the Liuhé Temple.
“In your clothes?”
Meng Qi asked knowingly; the clothes were soaked through, making it obvious where anything was hidden.
He casually glanced at the position three inches below the navel.
Mo Li: “……”
Where are you looking?
Even though he was still clothed, Mo Li felt as if he was stripped bare.
To Mo Li, wearing clothes was a matter of “propriety.” A gentleman should avert his eyes from impropriety, and Meng Qi’s behavior was certainly not that of a gentleman. Mo Li thought it was inappropriate, but Meng Qi’s inappropriateness wasn’t limited to this alone. Mo Li shouldn’t have minded, yet this scrutiny unexpectedly irritated him.
This was indeed very peculiar!
Meng Qi was very composed, wearing similarly soaked clothes, without cover or concealment, not only looking disheveled but also “impolite.” If the doctor was annoyed, he could look back! He wasn’t afraid of being seen!
Mo Li: “……”
He seemed to be at a loss for words unusually often today!
Both being dragon veins, why were there differences in their physiques?
Could it be that the size of the mountain ranges and the amount of spiritual energy were related to a certain part of the body?
“Silver needles,” Mo Li decided not to compare himself to Meng Qi.
Meng Qi slowly reached out and pulled the acupuncture needle pack from Mo Li’s clothes.
After being in the rain for so long, Meng Qi’s palms were still warm. Mo Li’s chest was cold, and the clothes clung to his skin. When Meng Qi reached in, Mo Li involuntarily shivered.
“Doctor?”
“It’s nothing.”
Mo Li was puzzled. Before, when he took Meng Qi’s pulse and even held the chubby rodent in his arms, he didn’t feel this way. Why did his body instinctively tremble at Meng Qi’s touch?
A hard-to-describe tingling sensation surged at the back of his head.
Then Meng Qi discovered that his flint and steel were wet, so he had to go into the cave to find dry firewood and vines, and then used his internal power to start a fire. After all this effort, Mo Li finally used the silver needles.
Mugwort was thrown into the fire, filling the cave with a slightly pungent smell.
Insects and ants were also driven away by the smoke. Mo Li handed the silver needles to Meng Qi and guided him to insert them at several acupoints.
The acupoint recognition was accurate, and the force was as instructed, but the effect was hard to describe.
If Mo Li did it, with one pull of the needles, he could open the meridians and restore them in less than half an hour. Now it would probably take an hour. In an emergency, this was barely adequate for a doctor.
Forget being a miracle doctor; there was no talent for it!
Mo Li considerately didn’t say it out loud, but he wasn’t good at hiding his expressions, and Meng Qi could tell from his reaction that his performance was probably not good enough, which made him feel a bit stifled.
Just now he boasted about living long and knowing much, even capable of teaching Qimen Dunjia to his beloved, and now he was stumped by acupuncture.
“Why not have the doctor repeat the instructions, and I’ll try again?”
“……Brother Meng, I want to restore my internal power as soon as possible.”
Just as Mo Li finished speaking, a loud noise came from afar, followed by the cave shaking a few times.
Sand and stones fell, and Meng Qi quickly protected Mo Li.
“This isn’t thunder!” Mo Li struggled to get up, not knowing if it was a flash flood or an earthquake, and quickly looked at Meng Qi’s face.
The latter’s anger was almost tangible.
“It’s explosives, someone is blowing up Emperor Li’s tomb!”
