Drifting snow mixed with drizzle hit the eaves, and snowflakes splashed on the stone walls.
Mo City just melted into the mist and rain,
The winter snow wetted the old bluestone road, revealing pure deep green under the sleet and sleet.
It rains and snows like a shuttle.
On this day, a pair of masters and apprentices walked into Mocheng.
There are also a lot of people coming and going in Mo City, maybe because all the major sects are recruiting new people, or because the Red Pavilion in Mo City has just held the oiran competition.
Even though it was snowing, there was still a lot of people.
The two Su Bei people wore bamboo hats on their heads, so they didn't stand out in this place where mortals and immortals were mixed.
At most, some young ladies blushed, looked at Su Beifengshen's handsome temperament, drooled greedily, and then looked resentfully at the shopkeeper who couldn't hold on for three breaths.
"Wuhuaque Sect's enrollment information, only first-hand information! Only fifty cents!"
"The list of Hongge oirans is being given away! Each portion only costs one yuan."
"Wudaokou Sect is recruiting! The scores seem to have dropped a bit this year!"
"I have information on all 985 sects, including Wudaokou, Yuandayuan, Wuhuaque, Xingyue Sect, Aoi Sect..."
"Um... may I ask, is there anyone from the Sword Sect?"
"Jian Zong? What rubbish 985? The dogs shook their heads after hearing this..."
"..."
Not only in Mo City, but also in the entire twenty-one states, news about the enrollment of major sects is everywhere. Countless people in the streets and alleys are discussing and consulting for relevant information.
But because there is no channel that collects all kinds of information, it is very troublesome to find out!
Su Bei had a strange look on his face as he listened to the loud and undisguised discussions of the people around him.
Is the sword sect’s reputation so bad?
No matter how bad it is, it’s still a 985!
The last 985 is also a 985!!
He looked at Xiao Ruoqing beside him who was also blinking and looking at him with a hint of doubt.
Su Bei coughed lightly, and then said:
"In the eyes of these ordinary people, they probably only have Wudaokou, round and round!"
"The reason my master left the sect this time is to promote the power of my sword sect!"
"Well, by the way, I'm going to inquire about your senior brothers who disappeared mysteriously."
"..."
Seeing a restaurant on the roadside that seemed to have extra seats, Su Bei and Xiao Ruoqing walked straight into the restaurant and sat down.
After the two came in, they didn't attract too much attention.
Only occasionally there would be a few glances with some curiosity.
Su Bei raised his hand and waved to the waiter, and after asking for a pot of tea, he looked at Xiao Ruoqing, a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then gently patted his shoulder.
Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei with some doubt.
Su Bei snorted coldly, and then pouted angrily in the direction of a female maid not far away who was giving a man a massage.
Xiao Ruoqing stiffened slightly, blinked her eyes, stood up and walked silently behind Su Bei.
Gently roll up the sleeves, revealing two white and tender arms, and start massaging them up and down.
Su Bei half-squinted his eyes and rested his head on her body.
Feeling his disciple's soft, boneless hands gently squeezing his shoulders, feeling the delicate warmth of his body, feeling the bulging place on the back of his head, he just felt Mo Cheng's
The sun is so bright!
He sighed softly and said:
"Disciple!"
"Do you know why my teacher comes to a place like this?"
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes were dull and she said without stopping her movements:
"My disciple knows that in the lower reaches of the world, the flow of people is complicated, and there are many people with mixed eyes."
"It's perfect for inquiring about all kinds of information!"
"..."
Su Bei's eyes were a little surprised, and then he thought about it!
Too.
This should be a common sense issue that everyone knows.
Su Bei squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling Xiao Ruoqing's delicate hands squeezing his shoulders, and his ears perked up, listening to the noisy voices in the restaurant.
A strong man who was drinking had a flushed face, banged the table, and said loudly:
"belch!"
"As for the opening ceremonies of all major sects this year, I can guarantee that Wuhua Que will definitely be the best!"
"I have seen the admissions images from fifty years ago! I, Wang Ermazi, bet that it is still Wuhuaque!"
"..."
The other drinkers blushed with dissatisfaction on their faces and shouted angrily:
"What? Is Wudaokou bad?"
"Let me tell you! When it comes to the new opening ceremony, I, Erqiangzi, have never seen anyone stronger than Wudaokou!"
"Among the 985 sects, Wudaokou is the strongest!"
"Wuhua Que!"
"Yuan Da Yuan!"
"Xingyue Sect!"
"..."
A young man next to him gently pulled him, and then said with some confusion:
"I heard you say so much, why is there no Sword Sect?"
"Isn't the Sword Sect also 985?"
When the drunken drinker heard this, he sneered, then stood up and looked at the other drinkers and said:
"He actually said Sword Sect!!"
"Hahaha! Jianzong! I can't bear to laugh anymore!"
"Didn't the opening ceremony of the Sword Sect always involve one person holding a sword and thrusting it into the sky?"
"You are so stingy! You are reluctant to spend even a little money!"
"..."
Then the entire restaurant burst into laughter.
The boy who asked the question was blushing. He looked at the small sword hanging around his neck, opened his eyes wide and said:
"Why do you taint the innocence of Jianzong out of thin air..."
"What innocence? I saw with my own eyes the opening ceremony of Jian Zong's new move, and a bunch of people were sitting and scolding!"
The young man's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued:
"The opening ceremony of recruiting new people cannot be regarded as...recruiting new people!... Can recruiting new people be regarded as being reluctant to spend money?"
There were words that were difficult to understand one after another, such as "My sister wants to go to the Sword Sect", "The fifth elder of the Sword Sect is an idol" and so on.
It made everyone burst into laughter.
There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the restaurant.
Su Bei opened his eyes and looked towards the young man.
I couldn't help but feel waves of warmth rising in my heart.
Then he stood up suddenly, with a solemn expression, took the tea handed over by the waiter, and waved to the young man:
"You! Yes! It's you, come here!"
"..."
The young man's face was red at the moment, and then he heard someone calling him.
He raised his eyes and saw a man in a white shirt.
My heartbeat stopped for a moment, and I just looked at the man in front of me!
The man just stood there quietly, feeling as if his whole body was covered with a layer of light! His beautiful eyes were as bright as stars.
Su Bei put his hands behind his back. He turned to look north, his beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows were condensed into the river, and his eyes narrowed and became narrower, leaving only a sharp line.
The wind rose quietly and lifted the corners of his robe, like patterns like flags!
The boy said in disbelief:
"You...you called me?"
Su Bei nodded.
The young man suppressed his heartbeat and walked towards Su Bei. Looking at the familiar face under the bamboo hat, he said:
"Sir...what's the matter?"
Su Bei took a sip of tea and then said calmly:
"May I have your name?"
The young man saw that Su Bei's whole body was glowing with a faint luster, and there seemed to be a sword on his waist. He felt that his breathing was a little short.
This is definitely a great opportunity!
His eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Su Bei and said:
"Sir...I, my name is Mo Xiaoqiang!"
"..."
ps: Thanks for the 500 reward!
Thanks to Mengyu Chengmo for the 500 reward!
Thanks to book friend 2021**147 for the 600 reward!
Thanks for the 200 reward for catching up with Luo Qi, a good guy with a good Bulang mentality!