Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

"Sister, what happened?" Qian Mansheng was startled.

Aunt Fang's eyes were red and swollen, she nodded at Mo Qingcheng, and handed a letter and a dagger to Qian Mansheng: "Look at this..."

Qian Mansheng took the letter, the more he looked at it, the more his hands trembled: "Master Yanyun?"

"Huh? Mei Hongji?" Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, how could Fang Lian offend Yanyun Pavilion?

"Mrs. Mo, you also know this person? I heard that he has vicious means, and his charm is unmatched... I'm afraid Lian'er..." There are more dangers than fortunes.

"Ms. Fang, shopkeeper Qian, Moji, my wife has some friendship with the owner of Yanyun..." Mo Qingcheng didn't want to trouble Mei Hongji so soon, but why not do it if someone gave her a pillow when she was dozing off?

Aunt Fang knelt on the ground with a plop: "Mrs. Mo, what you said is true? I beg you to save Lian'er..."

"Ms. Fang, get up quickly, you and Yue'er stay here, and Shopkeeper Qian and I go to save people."

"But……"

"Sister, get up, you will drag Mrs. Mo down when you go..." Qian Mansheng didn't want his sister to be sad, and he didn't want his sister's ignorance to hurt Mo Qingcheng.

Aunt Fang is a sensible person, she looked at Mo Qingcheng apologetically, and apologized repeatedly.

Mo Qingcheng said a few words of comfort, and told Shangguan Yichen to be optimistic about Bai Yueniang, and galloped away with Shopkeeper Qian on horseback.

Bai Yueniang rolled her eyes, what does Sister Mo mean?Let the little kid look at me, is there a mistake?Definitely and definitely wrong...

Shangguan Yichen glanced coldly, and he was talking about you.

Bai Yueniang silently turned her head and stared out of the window at a 45-degree angle. She couldn't hear, couldn't hear, couldn't hear...

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.Let's say that Mo Qingcheng and Qian Mansheng went straight to Yunta Temple in the outskirts of the city, traveling at lightning speed all the way, a quarter of an hour earlier than the scheduled time.

Qian Mansheng's eyes were full of vigilance, he touched the soft sword in his waist, took a deep breath, stood in front of Yunta Temple, pushed the door and entered.

The door was ajar, rusty and overgrown, and the yard was overgrown with weeds, making it extremely desolate.

Mo Qingcheng glanced coldly, full of vigilance, the more such a place is, the easier it is to be ambushed.

The two looked at each other and entered Yunta Temple one after the other.

"Amitabha..." The sound of the Buddha's horn came to the ear, and the next second, a crazy old monk with ragged clothes came out from nowhere and circled around Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, signaling Qian Mansheng not to act rashly.Qian Mansheng nodded, drew out his soft sword, and stood aside, ready to strike at any time.

The surprise in the eyes of the old monk flashed past, and he returned to his crazy look: "It's still the same taste..."

Mo Qingcheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, did he think it was good food or good food?

The old monk blinked: "Is there anything to eat?"

"..." Mo Qingcheng supported his forehead, took out some dry food, and threw it to the old monk casually, thinking in his heart, could it be that he met a hidden master?Sweeper?

The old monk laughed wildly and disappeared in the same place: "Come and return... Soul... Strange..."

Mo Qingcheng's face changed suddenly, and he stared fixedly at the direction where the old monk disappeared, his palms were sweaty.

"Mrs. Mo, are you alright?" Qian Mansheng was full of doubts.

Mo Qingcheng came back to his senses: "It's helpless, I don't know what the old man's words mean? Let's go."

Qian Mansheng nodded, seeing that Mo Qingcheng was safe, he felt relieved.The two continued to move forward and came to the main hall, which became more and more desolate.

Mo Qingcheng turned his back to the door, moved his ears, and narrowed his eyes.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" A few hidden weapons blinked before his eyes, and Fang Lian's cry came to his ears.

"Wuuu...don't kill me..."

"Have you brought what the servant wants?"

Mo Qingcheng dodges, looking back at Xiemei: "Lord Mei, we meet again..."