It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

The three chatted and ate, and after the end, Mo Wuming bid farewell to Linghu Chong and returned to the guest room.

It's a rare encounter, Wu Ming has to tidy up his goods, pack his bags, and return home tomorrow morning, since nothing happened, Yanzi decided to accompany Linghu Chong to supervise the apprentice acceptance ceremony, and the two walked out of the inn.

Mo Wuming sat on the stool in the guest room and poured himself a glass of water. He didn't expect to meet Linghu Chong today. This young man's martial arts is not as good as him at present, but he is warm-blooded and straightforward in his bones, easy to get stuck.In his opinion, the current Linghu Chong is just an ordinary boy with more energy and vigor.

In fact, he doesn't like such straightforward, warm-blooded, lively, little sun-like people. In his world, such people are too easy to do bad things with good intentions.

He doesn't like the dazzling warmth around him, and he doesn't need it. The existence of that kind of existence in his childhood always sets off his gloomy and reticent, and he can't blame and complain about things that destroy him, because he really wants to care about himself, and he can't. Refuse the other party's concern and intimacy, how can you bear to refuse such a sincere and enthusiastic person.

Oh, I don't need it, why can't I!Mo Wuming put down his teacup, shook his head amusingly, and felt that he was naive. Linghu Chong is a good young man, and it would be more reliable to sleep on the grass overnight without drinking.

Because of Linghu Chong's existence, Mo Wuming no longer doubts the relationship between this world and 'Swordsman', but why is there no Dongfang Bubai?After thinking for a moment, I got up and sorted out my belongings. I have to return early tomorrow morning. Young Master Wei should ask someone to buy some more goods. I should be busy in the afternoon.

----split line----

The autumn wind swirls to bring the yellow leaves to the bottom of the cliff, and the afterglow of the setting sun is about to fade away. Fang Mian straightened his waist at the mansion of the deputy leader of Heimuya, with his right hand still holding the paintbrush. Today's paintings are very progressing, and the artistic conception is beginning to show strength, but...

Without raising his eyes, he slightly signaled the attendant to get up with his right hand holding the pen: "What news?"

Zhang Ying stood up with her fists in her hands, and said respectfully: "My subordinates have found out that in the past six months, there have been only four people who have been killed or injured in the same way. E Yong died in the prison of the punishment hall. Li Tie, this man is reticent by nature. Although he has a kind temper, he has no close people. Four months ago, the people in the same room saw him receive a note and were very happy. No one has seen him since. , without a trace, "

"Oh?"

"No one knows the content of that note." Zhang Ying saw that the deputy leader had randomly drawn a slash on the new painting, put down the pen, glanced at him, and continued to report.

"The third person is the nursing home on the cliff, known as Lu San, who has no sense of existence. He disappeared for no reason two and a half months ago. Because the nursing home in unimportant places is often changed, no one pays attention to it; the last is the missing Fu Weihao, Protector Mu discovered that he had received a message and disappeared from the leader's mansion, and no one knew the content of the message."

After finishing the report, Zhang Ying cupped her fists and watched secretly, seeing the deputy leader throwing the painting into the waste frame, she didn't say a word.

"What else can I say?" Fang Mian raised his eyes, and he could always see from such a rigid and flat face that the other party was hesitant to speak. He frowned and asked.

"Oh, yes, during the investigation process, I heard some low-level servants chatting, saying that some congregants in the outer hall have never been on the cliff again. My subordinate did a little research. Since last year, there are nearly 20 similar congregants. I don't know if it is There was still an accident at the sub-helm. The subordinates have sent people to investigate, and it will take some time."

"The church members in the outer hall?" Fang Mian sat in front of the desk, tapped his fingertips, the four people on the cliff are much more powerful than those floating in the outer hall, what's the connection?

The fingertip movement stopped, and he waved: "Report in time, you go down first."

When there is no one in the house, Fang Mian leans on his back, there will be results, if it is what he thinks...

----split line----

In the early morning light, Mo Wuming and the others have finished packing up, and they can leave as soon as the city gate is opened.He stopped and stopped along the way, and when he returned to Minglan City, it was already winter.

On the way, Shao Wei received a letter from the capital, and he took some people with him, but he didn’t know where to turn. Mo Wuming was appointed as the leader of the caravan, and he had to work a lot on the way. Standing at the entrance of Minglan City, he was very relieved. Take a breath.

This era is no different from the modern society. Traveling long distances, taking a long time, and having many accidents, if you are not careful, you will either lose your life or lose your wealth. It is too much to worry about.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back, this trip has been a long time, and the Chinese New Year will be in two months, the journey has been hard..."

Shopkeeper Xu still valued people like Mo Wuming very much. Many of them were distant relatives or close neighbors who had been together for a long time. After going out for such a long time this time, I really missed them a lot.

"Yeah, it's good to be back safely. You should settle down quickly and take a good rest for a few days. You probably won't have to travel far a year ago." Standing beside the shopkeeper, the accountant was still thin, his eyes were clean, and he was in a serious mood. good.

Mo Wuming led people to hand over the account books of the carriages and horses to the elders, and without much greetings, he led the people straight to Zhuangzi. After all these people settled down, his vacant position as the team leader would no longer exist.

There was no one in Zhuangzi, the training volume for today was over, and everyone basically had other job arrangements. Master Wu had already received the news of the return of these people, so he waited at the gate of Zhuangzi early.

Mo Wuming got off his horse, was punched twice happily by Master Wu, and patted his shoulders to welcome him into Zhuangzi. This time he walked in such a hurry, the caravan staff may not know why, but he somehow knew it. This time he followed Xu Wei The danger is great, and everyone is lucky to return safely.

After explaining everything, Mo Wuming regained his freedom, feeling at ease, it was getting late today, he stopped paying attention to everyone's whereabouts, went straight to the wing room, lay on the bed, um, it was comfortable, and his consciousness began to become chaotic.

Mo Wuming went to bed very early yesterday. When he woke up, the surroundings were extremely quiet. Looking out the window, there was no moon, and it was dark. He estimated that it was Yin time.

Now that he is awake, he doesn't dawdle. He gets up, washes up, and goes out for morning exercises. His advantages are not many, but persistence has sprouted and always existed in him when he was young.

The dean of the orphanage, grandma, said that he was a stubborn person who was easy to get into the wrong place, and his temper was very unpleasant. When he really left the orphanage, he was able to accept his unpleasant evaluation very flatly. In the following days, his stubbornness His obstinacy is buried under his gentle and smooth appearance, and other people's evaluation of him has become young and promising, gentle and rich, resolute and courageous, gentle and handsome, the best son-in-law... Heh!

Martial arts practitioners, when practicing three colds in winter and three times in summer, day after day, they should not panic or waste their time in idleness. Mo Wuming draws down his sword, breathes out a breath of stale air, and breathes all over his body in the cold air. It was steaming hot.

The sun gradually appeared amidst the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs, and the sky was bright. Mo Wuming changed out of his exercise clothes and washed his body, thinking about how to arrange the time for the things to be done in the past few days.

"Wuming, I've practiced." Master Wu Zhu Cangqiong came to the kitchen to get his breakfast and met Mo Wuming, and at a glance, he knew that this kid had never slacked off, and happily greeted him to eat together.

It's a real joy to be a young man like Mo Wuming who is not afraid of hardships, and has such perseverance and talent. Unfortunately, the age of practicing martial arts is a bit older, and it is difficult to fully develop such a good talent. It's a pity, it's a pity, I wish the sky gently Shaking his head, he sighed.

Mo Wu didn't raise his eyes on Master Wu's attitude, it was nothing more than a cliché, but it's a pity that he was too old to practice martial arts, which wasted his talent.Time can't be turned back, so why do you have to be so obsessed with something that can't be changed? It's good for him to be like this. He can experience physical and mental comfort and satisfaction from practicing martial arts, which is very good.

There is no one in Zhuangzi, Yanzi went home yesterday, the main duty of these caravans is to go to business, and they signed another contract at the beginning, they are on duty to welcome guests in their spare time, most of them have signed, But Mo Wuming didn't sign the contract.

"Wu Ming, what are your plans when you are free?"

"Well, go home first." Mo Wuming thought, his shop can be opened.

Master Wu nodded, he just came back, he should go back and have a look, Mo Wuming is a man of his own mind, and there is no need for him to arrange short-term work, he is not short of money.Instead, I chatted with him about the situation in Zhuangzi during this period and some trivial matters.

"Didn't Liu Wu's mother be sick before? Liu Wu is also a filial person. During that time, she didn't take off her clothes and did it by herself. She looked haggard and pitiful. Fortunately, his mother supported her and recovered..."

Master Wu sighed while talking, the elderly may disappear one day, and he is not young anymore, he always feels lonely from time to time, and he talks a lot more than when he was young.

"Xiaotiao has been away for so long, and there is no news, and I don't know what his relative's house is like..."

"Well, where did Xiao Tiao go?"

He said why he didn't see Xiaotiao in the inn or in the Zhuangzi, so he left here, isn't he an orphan, where are his relatives?His brows furrowed unconsciously.

"He, on the second day after you set off for Chang'an, he left with his relatives. Everyone didn't recognize him, and they didn't know where his relatives were, but Xiaotiao did. Xiaotiao didn't intend to leave at first, But the other party took his mother's token, saying that he was worried about him being here alone, and promised his mother to take care of him, and in the end Xiao Tiao followed that person."

Mo Wuming didn't ask any more questions, as if he lived in another place and had real relatives around, it must be better than here.Master Wu has traveled all over the world for so many years, so he must have some understanding of the Jianghu, so he brought the topic to the current situation of the Jianghu.

"Huh? The Huashan Sword Sect is in Huashan. It is normal for you to meet people from the Huashan Sect there. The Huashan Sect has been severely damaged since the infighting of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect. Qun is just the only senior person left, and his skill is not very advanced. But now the martial arts are withered, and the prosperity of the previous dynasty has long since disappeared."

Master Wu couldn't help sighing as he spoke, recalling the glorious years of the past, there were so many martial arts masters, profound and exquisite kung fu techniques, chivalrous men with high moral integrity, legends of predecessors were endless, and the righteous way was shining brightly for a while.

When Master Wu came back to his senses, Mo Wuming continued to ask: "Then what sects are there now, and what is the situation?"

"Now," Master Wu put aside his youthful yearning, and happily talked to Mo Wuming about the distribution of power in Jianghu.

"Except for the hermit sects, Shaolin Wudang, which has existed for hundreds of years and has great prestige, should belong to the Qingliu, and there are also Huashan School, Songshan School,

The Huashan School, the Mount Tai School, the Hengshan School, and the Hengshan School are called the Five Sacred Sword School. Back then, the Huashan School was the head of the Five Mountains, with great strength, but it is so poor now.Zuo Lengchan, head of the Songshan School, is very skilled in martial arts, and his seventeen-way Songshan swordsmanship is quite fierce; Mr. Mo Da of the Hengshan School..."

Master Wu doesn't know much about these sword sects, and what he can tell is nothing more than elders who are the heads of each sect.However, there are not many talented people in the martial arts world, and the major sects are just some high-ranking ones to support the facade. There are not many rising stars who are famous among the juniors.

Mo Wuming moved his feet lightly, and asked, "What about the other sects besides Wuyue Sword Sect and Shaolin Wudang?" He wanted to know what the Sun Moon Sect is doing now?

"Oh, there is also the Five Poison Sect in southern Xinjiang, the Sun Moon God Sect called the Demon Sect by the Five Sacred Sword Sect, well, there are many sects in the Central Plains, and there are many small sects that many people don't know about."

"Then what is the situation of the Sun Moon God Sect? Why is it called the Demon Sect?" Mo Wuming interrupted Master Wu's deep thinking. He doesn't really want to know what other small sects are there now.

"I'm interested in the Devil's Cult. Could it be that I've read too many Jianghu story books, and I want to know if the young master of the Devil's Cult is the most glamorous and glamorous beauty in the martial arts world?" Zhu Cangqiong joked casually. Mo Wuming is usually serious and extremely boring. up.

"..." Mo Wuming wanted to roll his eyes, but he just stared at Master Wu without saying a word, obviously a few months ago, Master Wu was a calm and taciturn warrior.

"Cough, the Sun Moon God Sect~" Master Wu glanced at Mo Wuming again, and continued, "It is called the Demon Sect by the righteous martial arts, but in fact it is no different to ordinary people. Bullying the common people, luckily the rivers and lakes have their own control. Its main altar is on the Heimu Cliff in Hebei, the terrain is steep, and it is extremely difficult to get up and down. It is said that people in their sect have to be hung up and down by iron chains..."

"Who are they teaching?"

"Well, their current leader is Ren Woxing, there is a 'king of heaven' Xiang Wentian, and many elders, members of the devil sect, who act secretly and cruelly, and you will inevitably encounter some martial arts people on the way to business, so don't be too serious. Zhang Yang..."

"Where's Dongfang Bubai?" Hearing, so impatient, is Dongfang Bubai a completely unknown little guy now?So many situations matched the background of 'Swordsman', he couldn't believe there was no such person.

"Huh? Who is this?" Master Wu didn't see any changes in Mo Wuming's facial expression, but he just intuited that this person had a great influence on Mo Wuming. He knew early on that this kid was actually very indifferent in his bones, and he didn't really care about anything. People in the upper class can't say that he is not good to others, tsk, he is quite a contradictory person.

Mo Wuming poured two cups of tea naturally, put one cup in front of Master Wu, and continued to talk unhurriedly: "Oh, I met a guy named Tong Baixiong in Huashan Town before, and I always heard him mention Dongfang Bubai. Ren is a good young man who practiced martial arts, he is very talented in martial arts, and later accidentally found out that he is a member of the Sun Moon God Sect, so ask."

"Well, you actually met Tong Baixiong. He is a member of the Demon Cult. Why did he go to Huashan? You are not injured. The cruelty of the Demon Cult is not a joke. They teach a lot of people. The elders have strange skills and strong martial arts. We ordinary people must not get involved in the affairs of the Jianghu."

"Meet by chance, don't worry, that Dongfang Bubai is really a rare martial arts genius, isn't it that I am also very talented, how do we compare?"

"Haha, I didn't expect you, Mo boy, to be competitive, but I haven't heard of such a person in Jianghu. If there is, or it's hidden deep, there may be some conspiracy."

"……"still none? !

No, no, he still has a lot to do.