"Senior brother, what do the Jinyi Guards want from you?" As soon as Mo Yuang came over, the disciples surrounded him, and Lin Pingzhi asked.

Mo Yuan just shook his head and said: "Let's go on our way."

When everyone saw him, he didn't say anything and didn't dare to ask questions. All the disciples walked towards the outside of Hengshan City.

Above the teahouse, Zhang Yong stood by the window and watched Mo Yuan and others disappear, with a smile on his lips. He came to Hunan this time to secretly investigate King Anhua's conspiracy to rebel, and he passed the news to Liu Zhengfeng.

Purpose.

Yesterday, he had already left the city, but after hearing that Mo Yuan single-handedly killed the four masters of the Songshan sect against four enemies, he rushed back at Xingye, looking for Mo Yuan.

"Liu Jin, Liu Jin, no matter how hard you think about it, you will never think that your good days are numbered..." Zhang Yong murmured to himself.

…

The Huashan disciples left Hengshan City and walked about four or five miles when suddenly a sad sound of the Huqin was heard, accompanied by the sound of the Yao Qin. Mo Yuan immediately stopped and listened attentively.

"Sixth Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Yue Lingshan asked with a trace of doubt in her beautiful eyes.

These two harp sounds were about a mile or two away from here, and none of the Huashan disciples were aware of them due to their lack of skill.

Mo Yuandao: "You guys wait here for me for now. There seems to be some movement nearby. I'll go take a look."

All the disciples looked confused, but Mo Yuan ignored them and used Qing Kung to move towards where the sound of the piano was coming from.

However, when he walked halfway, the sounds of Huqin and Yaoqin disappeared together, and only a clanging sound of metal could be heard, as if someone was fighting a sword!

Mo Yuan followed the voice and went over, only to see an open space outside the woods. Two old men were fighting with swords. One of them was tall and thin, with a haggard face. He was wearing a long green cloth gown, which was washed green and white.

He is very unlucky, it is Mr. Mo Da from Xiaoxiang Yeyu who cut off seven teacups with a sword in the teahouse. The other man, E Guanbo, wearing a wide robe and long sleeves, has a pale face and a three-inch white beard, is Mo Da.

Qu Yang, the demon sect elder who Yuan met twice, met twice.

Near the two of them, there is a newly built tomb. The stone tablet is engraved with "Tomb of Liu Zhengfeng". There is no origin or inscription. It is thought that it was erected by Qu Yang.

Mr. Mo Da is nearly seventy years old, and his swordsmanship is even better than that of Liu Zhengfeng. A thin sword is unfolded in his hand, and people can only see a flash of green light, which is much faster than the sword in the teahouse that day.

Qu Yang's swordsmanship was also very good. No matter how unpredictable Mo Da's sword was, he stopped them one by one without breaking through the defense with one sword.

However, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. Mo Da still had the upper hand on the scene. Qu Yang was on guard against all odds. Suddenly Mo Da's figure split into two, one after the other, attacking Qu Yang's vital points.

This is the unique trick of Hengshan Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles. Hengshan swordsmanship is famous for its unpredictable changes, and this swordsmanship captures the essence of it. It is said that it was created by a senior of Hengshan School who likes to do tricks.

It is a means of concealment in magic. It is used to dazzle people, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. They are caught off guard and fall into the sword moves.

Even though Qu Yang was an elder of the Demon Cult and had good martial arts skills, he couldn't tell who was real and who was fake in this flash of light. He tried his best to defend, but it was so easy to block both of his swords, one in front and one in back.

The whistling wind of the sword was heard, and there was already a sword mark on Qu Yang's left shoulder.

After succeeding with the sword, Mo Da did not take action again. Instead, he left the battle group, looked at Mo Yuan, and said, "Come out."

But Mo Yuan's traces have already been discovered.

Mo Yuan was not surprised either. Although Mr. Mo Da was dressed shabbily, his martial arts skills had already made him one of the best in the world, and he was not much worse than Yue Buqun.

In the original work, he single-handedly killed Fei Bin, one of the Thirteen Taibos of the Songshan Sect, in a few strokes with his sword, and was not injured at all.

Mo Yuan walked out of the woods, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Disciple, see Master Mo!"

"Chaoyang Sword Mo Yuan, it turns out it's you." Mo Da nodded and smiled at Mo Yuan. Yesterday, Mo Yuan helped Liu Zhengfeng and became the enemy of the Songshan Sect. Although they were not present, they heard about it afterwards.

But with just a smile, Mo Da turned his attention to Qu Yang, who had the sword on his shoulder, and said: "Good and evil are not mutually exclusive. Although you and my junior brother are friends through music, and you are brilliant and have no plot, after all,

It was you who killed him, so you should repay my junior brother with this sword."

Qu Yang smiled miserably and said, "Even if I were struck by thousands of swords, Brother Liu Xian would not survive."

"You are the elder of the Demon Sect. I miss your kindness in burying my junior brother. If I don't kill you today, I will take your life when we meet again in the future!" After Mo Da said this, he reached out and took the erhu and long sword that were placed aside.

He played the huqin, turned around and left without looking back. As his figure gradually moved away, a melancholy and melodious song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" rang out.

"Hey, the sound of the erhu has a sad melody. No wonder Brother Liu Xian is not on good terms with you. This kind of music in the market cannot be tolerated in the elegant hall." Qu Yang did not care about the blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder, but instead savored the great sound of the piano.

Mo Yuan was secretly amused. Just as he was about to speak, Na Quyang suddenly hit him on the left chest with a palm.

This change happened too fast. One second he was talking about music, and the next second he committed suicide. Even with Mo Yuan's skill, he couldn't stop it in time.

Mo Yuan took a closer look and saw that Qu Yang's face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He was already breathing too much out and not taking in enough. He could see that he could not survive.

"Senior, why are you doing this?" Mo Yuan shook his head and sighed.

Although his positions were different, he had no ill feelings toward Qu Yang.

"High mountains and flowing water, Boya Ziqi, without Liu Xiandi, my life is useless." Qu Yang was lying on the ground, his tone was weak and tight, he said: "My heart has been cut off, and when I am about to die, I have nothing to ask for but

I hope I will grant my wish and bury brother Liu Xian and me together."

"Senior, don't worry, I can still help you do this." Mo Yuan nodded.

"That's good, that's good..." Qu Yang forced out a smile and said to Mo Yuan: "You must be careful, be careful of Saint Aunt, she wants to... she wants to..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man closed his eyes and seemed to have died.

Beware of the Holy Aunt?!

Mo Yuan was slightly stunned. Could it be that Ren Yingying wanted to harm him? Yes, Mobei Shuangxiong was her subordinate and she killed someone. It was normal for her to hold a grudge against herself.

However, there is nothing to be afraid of. Although the power of the Demon Cult is huge, Dongfang Bubai will not make a move. With his current skills, he can run away even if he is defeated by Woxing.

Mo Yuan shook his head, but he didn't take Ren Yingying to heart. He was not Linghu Chong. No matter how scheming this little girl was, he had nothing to fear.
Chapter completed!