Villains: The Empress Master was poisoned, and the traitor was ecstatic

By the time Chu Mo came out of Siyao Palace, it was already the morning of the second day.

"Good guy, this is preparation, please!"

"Fortunately, I run fast!"

Chu Mo wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and rushed down the mountain in a flash.

"I heard that Ya Fei's father is awake, let's go and see!"

Chu Mo muttered, speeding up.

Not long after, Chu Mo came to the door of Jubao Pavilion.

The Jubao Pavilion has also taken on a new look, and it is decorated extremely magnificently and resplendently.

As soon as Chu Mo stepped onto the threshold, a disciple greeted him.

"Brother Chu? You are here!"

"Our pavilion master has specifically explained that if you come again, please be sure to lead you to his yard!"

"Yeah!" Chu Mo nodded, and followed the disciple towards the back.

For a moment, Chu Mo paused.

What came into view was a bamboo forest, in which the mist was hazy, and the sound of piano was faintly heard.

"The pavilion master is playing in the backyard, so I'll leave first."

After the disciple bowed to say goodbye, he left in a hurry.

Chu Mo stood on the spot and took a deep breath before walking towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, the winding paths are deep, and the pavilions are looming, hidden in the misty mist.

Chu Mo walked slowly along the way, and finally arrived outside a gazebo.

This gazebo covers a vast area of ​​seven or eight acres, surrounded by lush and towering ancient trees.

And in the gazebo, sitting cross-legged was an old man with white hair and a childlike face.

The old man was thin and thin, but he exuded a sense of majesty.

The appearance of Chu Mo made the old man stop playing and open his eyes.

The old man's eyes are sharp and vicissitudes, deep and vast, as awesome as an abyss.

This person is Zhang Yafei's father, Zhang Xuanling!

"The younger generation pays respects to Uncle Zhang."

Chu Mo bowed his hands and saluted with a respectful attitude.

Zhang Xuanling waved his hand, motioning him to excuse himself.

Immediately, he got up from the gazebo, paced slowly, and came to Chu Mo.

A gust of breath rushed towards his face, extremely oppressive.

But this breath is not bad for a powerful realm, but in Chu Mo's eyes, it's really not enough!

Chu Mo looked at Zhang Xuanling with a smile, without any pressure.

"Ok?"

Zhang Xuanling frowned slightly, and a ray of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being the Holy Son!"

Zhang Xuanling sighed in admiration and stared at Chu Mo with burning eyes.

"Uncle Zhang is absurd." Chu Mo said lightly.

"uncle?"

Zhang Xuanling snorted coldly.

"Don't think that the old man has lost consciousness when he is in a coma!"

"The old man is watching all those bastard things you and Ya Fei did in front of the old man!!!"

Zhang Xuanling blew his beard and stared, his resentment hard to calm down.

"Uh……"

Chu Mo scratched his head and smiled embarrassingly.

"Which time?"

Chu Mo searched hard for the memory, trying to find the corresponding clues.

Zhang Xuanling was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and stared at Chu Mo fiercely.

"every time!!!"

Zhang Xuanling almost roared out!

"Uncle, don't get excited, your Golden Cicada Gu hasn't been completely solved yet!"

Chu Mo hurriedly changed the topic.

Zhang Xuanling let out a breath of turbidity and shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, the old man doesn't care about you!"

Chu Mo chuckled and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuanling did not pursue it!

Otherwise, with the relationship between him and Ya Fei, wouldn't he be dead?

Chu Mo looked around, and his eyes fell on a piano case made of white jade in the gazebo.

There is a pair of purple sand tea set beside the piano case, and white smoke rises from the pot and fills the pavilion.

"Do you know the piano?"

Zhang Xuanling glanced at Chu Mo.

Chu Mo shook his head lightly, "I don't understand."

"Then what are you looking at?"

Henry Zhang frowned, obviously a little displeased.

"Although I don't know the piano, it's not difficult to see that uncle's piano seems to be of poor quality..."

Chumer

Evaluate honestly.

Zhang Xuanling was stunned.

"Bad quality?"

"You said my Jiaoweiqin is of poor quality?"

Zhang Xuanling seemed to have heard some big joke, his old face flushed.

He is a well-known craftsman in Suiyu Shenzhou. He has been obsessed with crafting crafts all his life, and he has practiced crafts to the point of perfection.

How could he make an inferior violin? ! ! !

Zhang Xuanling scolded angrily: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Chu Mo shrugged and did not argue with him.

With a big wave of his hand, he directly took out the Youquan Qin obtained from Zhuang Xianyu.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuanling was stunned, his eyes shrank slightly, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He knows the violin!

This is a treasure of the highest grade sacred weapon.

I just don't know why, it was destroyed...

"Famous Qin Youquan?"

Zhang Xuanling murmured, his eyes became hot.

"That's right, it's Youquan."

Chu Mo nodded, and said indifferently: "The strings of this violin were broken by thunder, and now only the body of the violin remains."

Zhang Xuanling gasped, and asked in surprise: "Really?"

"of course it's true!"

Chu Mo smiled lightly, and handed the piano to Zhang Xuanling.

The moment Zhang Xuanling took the Youquan Qin, a sense of familiarity swept over his body.

His whole body was shaking violently, and the soul in his body also resonated.

"This... this piano is really Youquan Qin?" Zhang Xuanling couldn't hide his excitement, and his eyes were shining.

Chu Mo nodded lightly, and said, "If uncle can restore this Qin, I will give this Qin to Uncle as a gift!"

"Is this true?"

Zhang Xuanling was short of breath and extremely excited.

"Really!" Chu Mo replied affirmatively.

Zhang Xuanling held the Youquan Qin, looked at it carefully, and muttered: "This is a holy instrument level piano..."

"I'm afraid it will take a long time to repair it..."

"Don't worry, uncle, take your time. Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. I will take it as helping uncle to recuperate his body."

Zhang Xuanling looked at Chu Mo with relief, and repeatedly said yes.

It's been a long time since he met a young man who fit his appetite so well.

"Come, come! Let's talk about wine, and we won't return today if we don't get drunk!" Zhang Xuanling laughed and was very excited.

He directly took out the monkey wine that he had treasured for many years.

"Uncle, please—"

Chu Mo nodded with a smile, and sat in the pavilion with Zhang Xuanling.

The two clinked glasses and drank the wine, chatting very speculatively.

Chu Mo and Zhang Xuanling talked and laughed happily, talking about various topics.

Monkey wine is originally brewed from the depths of southern Xinjiang. It is a rare wine in the world. It tastes mellow and clear, soft and smooth in the mouth, and has a long aftertaste.

Coupled with Zhang Xuanling's exquisite wine storage skills, it adds a three-point sweetness, which is wonderful.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Xuanling's cheeks flushed twice, he was slightly drunk, and he looked even older.

"Uncle, are you almost drunk?"

Chu Mo asked softly.

"What's your uncle?"

"From today onwards, I will call you Brother, and you will call me..."

"Come here, brother, let me toast you!"

Zhang Xuanling patted the table and stood up, lifted the wine jar, and filled himself a bowl of wine.

"Daddy?"

"Owner?"

At this time, Ya Fei came in a hurry, her steps were flying wildly, her pretty face was full of panic.

"Yo, Ya'er is here?"

Zhang Xuanling smiled and waved: "Come and play with my elder brother..."