After Xie Wuyou and Ning Que left, Mo Shanshan and the woman she called Senior Sister Zuo came to the hot spring again.
"I didn't expect Mr. Thirteen from the academy to be like this."
Zhui Zhihua recalled the rumors about Mr. Thirteen that she had heard before, and felt that the rumors were indeed unbelievable.
Mo Shanshan didn't know what he was thinking. Hearing Zhi Zhihua's words, he said softly: "Rumors cannot be believed at all, but..."
"Mountain Master, what is it?" Zhizhihua asked when he saw that Mo Shanshan had not finished speaking.
"No, it's nothing."
Mo Shanshan shook his head. It was said that Mr. Thirteen's own calligraphy was very good, so he was accepted as a disciple by Master Yan Se. And he had also seen the copy of Huakai Tie that had been circulated, but in Mr. Thirteen's
On his body, Mo Shanshan did not feel the breath of calligraphy and ink that had accumulated over the years.
Mo Shanshan would not have thought that there would be academy disciples pretending to be Mr. Thirteen of the academy.
At this time, there was a burst of noise from nearby, and Zhuan Zhihua quickly ran to a group of Mochiyuan disciples.
Not far in front of her, there was an ascetic monk wearing a hat, slowly playing with his rosary beads in his right hand, and holding a wooden staff in his left hand.
"Who are you?"
Zhui Zhihua held a sword and questioned the other party.
"I am a disciple of Master Bai Taquni. My master is resting in the windiest place. We want to exchange camps with you."
The monk said loudly and took a few steps forward.
Zhui Zhihua gave a disdainful chuckle and said to the monk in front of him: "When we assigned the camp, you first picked the high ground with the sun and gave us this cold and humid place. Now we find that there are hot springs here but we have to
Come grab it."
The monk ignored what Zhu Zhihua said and still said forcefully: "After soaking in the hot spring for so many days, you should have had enough. Pack up quickly and leave quickly. Master Qu Ni and Princess Chen Jia will be here soon." Seeing such a scene, Mo Shanshan began to feel worried, but Zhuan Zhihua didn't want to retreat. They came here in response to Xiling's call, but they were given a cold reception after they arrived. They were driven all the way to the edge of the military camp here.
Although I was lucky enough to find a hot spring, now I have to be forced to leave even this hot spring. This is too bullying.
"So what if the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia can bully people like this!!!"
Faced with Zhu Zhihua's questioning, the monk didn't care at all. He had seen such scenes many times. It was an honor for them to make room for his master and Princess Chenjia. Faced with such an ignorant person, he naturally
He has his own way.
"At such a young age, I don't know what's important. Since you don't want to leave, don't blame me."
The monk snorted coldly, picked up the wooden stick on the ground, and suddenly swung the stick out. Zhu Zhihua didn't expect the monk to take action so easily. He hurriedly pulled out his sword and wanted to fight back. As soon as he pulled out the sword halfway, he was struck by the monk.
The wooden stick in his hand hit the sword hard.
He was immediately knocked back, but the monk kept moving with his feet, and the shadow of the stick in his hand flickered. The disciples of Mochiyuan present were knocked to the ground one by one.
Mo Shanshan was startled, and the vitality surged in his hand. At the same time, just when the monk's wooden staff was about to hit Zhuan Zhihua's forehead, a black sword light flashed through, splitting the monk's wooden staff, and Ning Que's figure appeared.
By Zhu Zhihua's side.
The monk took a few steps back, and just as he was about to take action again, he felt someone pressing against his throat, and he was immediately stunned.
"If I were you, I wouldn't move, otherwise my life would be at risk."
Xie Wuyou's voice faintly appeared in the monk's ears, but his simple words made the monk break into a cold sweat.
When Mo Shanshan saw this, the runes in his hand gradually dispersed.
"It seems that the master doesn't understand how to cherish the fragrance and cherish the jade." Ning Que said as he looked at the disciples of Mochiyuan getting up from the ground one by one.
"This is a sneak attack."
The monk looked down and saw Xie Wuyou's fingers pressing against his throat.
"That's right."
Ning Que put the sword in his hand on his shoulder, walked up to the monk and said, "But I believe you won't want to fight us head-on."
"You..."
The monk was furious, but he didn't dare to say anything. At this moment, his life depended on Xie Wuyou's thoughts. Although Xie Wuyou's fingers didn't look threatening, but from just now, the other party was able to do something that he couldn't react to at all.
When next to him, the monk would not believe that Xie Wuyou could be an ordinary person.
The monk who was obviously arrogant in front of the disciples in Mochiyuan just now can no longer be arrogant at all.
"What are you going to do with him?"
Xie Wuyou asked the disciples in Mochiyuan. All the disciples looked at Zui Zhihua. Although Zui Zhihua wanted to let out a bad breath, she also knew that this person was backed by Bai Taquni, and they were not the ones to provoke him.
Yes, if Mochiyuan provokes such an enemy, all Mochiyuan disciples will not have an easy time in the future.
"Please ask Mr. Thirteen to let him go."
Zhui Zhihua said reluctantly.
"Mr. Thirteen, it turns out you are Mr. Thirteen Ning Que of the Academy!!!"
The monk couldn't help being shocked, and then sighed, "I lost at the hands of Mr. Thirteen, I am convinced."
However, Xie Wuyou glanced at him and kicked him aside, "Go away."
The monk didn't say much, got up from the ground and left quickly.
Zhui Zhihua walked up to Xie Wuyou and Ning Que and saluted them, "Thank you two senior brothers and thank you, Mr. Thirteen."
Zhui Zhihua saluted Xie Wuyou again. She knew that Xie Wuyou's kick just now was to vent their anger. Mochiyuan could not offend Qu Ni, but the academy never worried because the academy is the biggest backer in the world.
, never worry about offending anyone.
"It's okay."
Xie Wuyou looked at Mo Shanshan in the distance and recalled what had just happened. The feeling that had just flashed through his heart had now dissipated.
Although he hasn't figured it out yet, Xie Wuyou knows that he has come to the wasteland at the right time. The killing sword is coming soon.
At this time, Wei Guangming, who had been wandering the streets of Chang'an for a while, was leaning against a wall.
He has been in Chang'an for some time, but there is no trace of the Son of Darkness that he sensed in the Xiling Fan Cage before.
Wei Guangming, who was penniless, could only live on the occasional food given to him by kindhearted people. Fortunately, with his cultivation at this time, he did not need to eat every day, but he was very anxious because he could not find the son of Pluto. p>
At this moment, Wei Guangming, who was resting with his head down, couldn't help but feel a pure breath of light. He quickly looked up and saw a thin and dark woman passing in front of him. After seeing Wei Guangming leaning on the corner, he looked up.
He took out a few steamed buns from the vegetable basket in his hand and placed them in front of Wei Guangming.
Wei Guangming looked at the woman in front of him. He had never seen such brightness before. He couldn't help but follow her until he came to an alley. There was a sign with the words "LAO Bizhai" hanging on the door.
Doorway.
Wei Guangming thought about what he had just seen, curled up and lying on the stool at the door of Laobi Zhai.