Lord of Civilizations

Chapter 97 Hidden Boss! (13)

backyard.

Mo Wen wants to say goodbye to Lao Bai, Tong Xiangyu and others.

As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he saw Tong Xiangyu and Bai Zhantang surrounded by the mouth of the well for some reason.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Lao Bai looked at Tong Xiangyu with innocent eyes.

"It's all your fault!"

With a crying voice, Tong Xiangyu slapped Lao Bai vigorously.

"what happened?"

Mo Wen asked curiously.

"Xiao Bei's brother left a sword manual for Xiao Bei. He originally wanted Xiao Bei to practice when he was older, but now... it's all your fault, Bai Zhantang!"

Tong Xiangyu slapped Lao Bai while crying.

Lao Bai knew he was in the wrong, because his fight caused the sword manual to fall into the well, he didn't hide, and just let himself be beaten and scolded.

"Sword manual?"

There was a gleam of light in Mo Wen's eyes.

Could it be that?

He just recalled the rumors of martial arts, and he has already remembered most of the plots.

The sword book incident is likely to involve the biggest hidden BOSS in the martial arts rumors!

Draw old people!

Looks like I can't go anymore...

.........

The second floor.

Tong Xiangyu's room.

"Ah God! God (Haotian God)! God!"

Tong Xiangyu is praying with her hands clasped together.

"Boss, it's done! It's done!"

Lao Bai walked in with a book.

Mo Wen followed closely behind.

He looked at the sword manual that Lao Bai was holding, which had no response at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and shook his head slightly in his heart.

Tong Xiangyu's prayer is destined to be in vain!
"Did it so soon?"

Tong Xiangyu took the book with joy.

Lao Bai usually fanned her with a fan to please her.

"I did it, but I can't read the words clearly..."

As soon as Tong Xiangyu opened the book, she burst into tears.

"It's all over now!"

"Not so, not so..."

Lao Bai looked at Tong Xiangyu, and took two steps back carefully.

"Isn't it just a sword manual!"

But Tong Xiangyu didn't have time to watch these little moves of his. He just flipped through the blurred sword manual page by page with a sad expression.

"This sword manual was left by Xiaobei's great-grandfather to her grandfather, her grandfather to her father, her father to her brother, and her brother to her! She didn't even look at it, so let me give it to you. Destroyed! Over 100 years, just like that!"

After Tong Xiangyu finished speaking, he stared at Lao Bai fiercely again.

"I'm really a sinner of history! A scum of martial arts!"

Lao Bai's expression remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.

"What are you talking about! If we have the time, wouldn't it be over for us to find another one?"

It's finally here!
Mo Wen's eyes lit up.

At the same time, looking at Lao Bai beside him, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, he really has rich experience in the world!

In a word, cut to the crux of the problem!
Not only resolved a crisis, but also tied himself and Tong Xiangyu together.

As soon as these words came out, Tong Xiangyu's attention was immediately diverted.

"Where can I find it? Xiaobei's great-grandfather begged for this sword manual from an outsider!"

When Lao Bai heard the words, he immediately replied.

"Then let's ask him for another copy!"

Tong Xiangyu immediately squinted at Lao Bai and said nothing, but the meaning was obvious.

Lao Bai reacted immediately and whispered.

"That's right, if he wants to live to this day, he must be more than 100 years old..."

"Back then, Xiaobei's great-grandfather relied on this sword manual to practice the peerless swordsmanship and create the Hengshan School!" Tong Xiangyu said.

Lao Bai hurriedly followed.

"I know this. His name is Mo Taichong. He went to Mount Heng by himself and wiped out more than 80 bandits!"

"Nonsense! It's obviously eight hundred!"

Tong Xiangyu retorted.

Eight hundred?

Mo Wen couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Do you think Mo Taichong is the great master?
Also wiped out more than 800 bandits?
This number, even more than 800 ordinary people, can surround a congenital master with a weapon!

What's more, which cottage can gather more than 800 bandits, which one is not a big cottage that runs rampant all over the place?
There may even be innate masters in the village!

In addition to more than 800 bandits with martial arts, the master and strong dare not face them alone!
The more than 80 bandits that Lao Bai mentioned are somewhat possible...

Tong Xiangyu didn't care about this, she continued.

"I think back then, people in the underworld, don't care how powerful they are, as long as they hear the word Mo Taichong, fan..."

Lao Bai felt helpless, but he still acted very cooperatively to fan Tong Xiangyu.

Tong Xiangyu looked serious and suddenly said to Lao Bai.

"It's like you heard the Four Great Gods."

Lao Bai was not happy anymore, so he put away the fan immediately.

"Am I that cowardly?"

"I ruined the 100-year-old sword manual just like that. If the Hengshan School knew about it, would they kill me?" Tong Xiangyu said bitterly.

"Then let's make another one!"

Lao Bai said.

"It's easy to say, how did you make it?"

"Go to the street and look for a copy, similar to this, take the book apart and change the skin..."

Lao Bai is indeed an old driver who has been in the world for many years, and he knows all kinds of ways.

Tong Xiangyu's heart moved slightly, and she already agreed with the plan, but she still hesitated.

"Then how can it work, Xiaobei still has to practice!"

"Tsk!"

Lao Bai looked like he hated iron.

"You ask the senior brother of the Hengshan School to teach him! Anyway, you don't have to read the sword manual!"

"Then what if the brothers of the Hengshan School find out?" Tong Xiangyu was still worried.

In order to make Tong Xiangyu accept it, Lao Bai went on to say.

"Let me tell you, this kind of thing, if you know it, don't read it, if you can't see it! Anyway, it's all taught by hand. Get a similar one, and just put it anywhere!"

Tong Xiangyu hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

"Okay! I'll listen to you, then go to the street to find it!"

"it is good!"

Lao Bai nodded and left.

"Old Bai, I'll go with you!"

Mo Wen, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, spoke directly.

"Well, let's go then!"

With that said, the two walked outside.

Out of the Tongfu Inn.

Lao Bai led Mo Wen, and after several turns, came to an old long street.

There are only a few scattered houses on this street, and the rest are street vendors, buying and selling everything.

Seeing Mo Wen looking around with great interest, Lao Bai worried that he would be deceived, so he hurriedly talked to him.

"Old Mo, let me tell you, 99 of the [-] things here are fake, and there is one real thing, which is also a tattered waste product!"

"Fake?"

Mo Wen looked at the Nine Yin Manual in his hand, and then at the scattered words of books displayed at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and nodded in agreement.

He casually said something to absorb in his heart, and immediately increased his source power by more than ten.

The more than 100 books on this stall are all sporadic books.

However, mosquito meat is still meat no matter how small it is, right?
"I just browsed the bookstore in Qixia Town before, but I didn't expect that there are still remnants in this hidden place. It's really... a waste!"

Mo Wen thought about how he could better collect source power in the future, but he did not forget the purpose of his trip.

What about painting old people?
where is he?

　Thanks to Mr. Cruel for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)