Hu Zhengming frowned. What happened today? He encountered some strange things. I wonder if this noble middle-aged man was the one he saw outside the teacher’s study.

But the courtesy cannot be abandoned, so he still stepped forward and held his fists to show his respect. The noble middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and asked faintly: "People from Tianyi Sect? Who is the one under the sect?"

The cold sweat on Hu Zhengming's head had already emerged. Although the noble middle-aged man did nothing just now, the invisible pressure of spiritual energy made him almost breathless.

"Wen Wenfei's disciple?" The noble middle-aged man sneered, "Yes, his spiritual power has reached the fifth grade, and there is still room for improvement."

Hu Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the noble middle-aged man just used his spiritual energy to test him, but the other party did not move his hands and did not lift his feet, and he almost suffocated to death. Thinking about it, he was at least a fifth-level cultivation level, but when he came to him, he was as weak as a baby and had no power to resist.

I immediately remembered that he injured his teacher with one palm more than ten years ago, let alone now? It is reasonable that he lost to him.

"Mr. Xie Mo is merciful." Hu Zhengming gasped.

"Oh? Do you know me?" Mr. Mo frowned.

"More than ten years ago, I saw you once at Tianyi Sect." Hu Zhengming explained while busy saluting.

"More than ten years ago?" Mr. Mo was stunned. When did he go to Tianyi Gate more than ten years ago? But then, he smiled and his eyes fell on Yang Muyu. Seeing that he was still just looking at him, he asked with a smile: "Little boy, you haven't answered my question yet."

"What question do you want me to answer you?" Yang Muyu asked with a faint smile after closing his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mr. Mo smiled.

"Did I look at you?" Yang Muyu asked back, "If you don't look at me, how do you know I look at you?"

Hu Zhengming was shocked and said to himself: "Is this kid looking for death?" But he was worried that Mr. Mo would hurt him in anger and was about to speak, but he didn't know that the noble middle-aged man, Mr. Mo, had a surprisingly good temper and smiled: "It makes sense." Then he raised his arm slightly and grabbed Yang Muyu.

Hu Zhengming was shocked and said, "Mr. Mo, please stay..." But before he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that the noble middle-aged man, Mr. Mo, was not Yang Muyu, but the lovesick swallow standing on Yang Muyu's shoulder.

Acacia Yan was controlled by his spiritual energy and slowly flew into his hands. The hands of the originally noble middle-aged man were always in his wide sleeves, and now it was revealed. When Yang Muyu saw his fingers, he was shocked. The man's fingers were white and slender, and each of them was as crystal clear as jade.

"The lovesick swallow in Tianyahai Pavilion actually makes people think it is a cheating thing. It's such a big joke." Mr. Mo said, gently stroked the snow-white swallow. While speaking, his eyes glanced at Huang Lanyu.

When Huang Lanyu contacted his eyes, he was shocked. The man's eyes were as if they were substance, piercing straight into him. He immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

"Little girl, put this thing away." Mr. Mo loosened his hand, and the snow-white swallow flew towards Lu Jinghong again.

Lu Jinghong just looked at him blankly, feeling that what he saw tonight was really incredible. Mr. Mo smiled indifferently and said, "Little girl, do you know that meeting their father and son is your great luck. Oh, I should say that you are lucky when you meet this kid. Otherwise, there will definitely be no third person in the world who can use the Acacia Swallow to relieve the poison of the Dragon Bird Fire. It's just that the kid is trying his best, but you don't appreciate it!"

Lu Jinghong also understood in his heart that this noble middle-aged man named Mr. Mo must be the noble man mentioned by his senior brother. His words should be credible, but she just didn't understand. Could it be that the formula of the medicine of Mr. Zhang, the chief pharmacy master of Tianyimen, was not as good as a rural child?

"Do you seem to know me very well?" Yang Muyu said coldly.

"It's not worth knowing, but I probably met your father many years ago. I have not seen him for fifteen years. Well, how are Ling Zun recently?" Mr. Mo asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Yang Muyu still said a word lukewarmly.

"Mr. Mo, the little girl is polite." Lu Jinghong Yingying gave a gift and asked curiously, "Is this prescription really effective?"

Mr. Mo shook his head and sighed, "Miss, do you know that you are so suspicious of the prescription in your hand, which is simply an insult? I thought that even if he wanted to treat his father, even if it was a 10,000 taels of gold, it still depends on whether he was in a good mood."

"Do you know my father?" Yang Muyu said in.

"What do you think?" Mr. Mo replied to him without any hesitation.

"Hmph!" Yang Muyu stopped talking, and even he himself didn't understand why he just wanted to contradict this noble middle-aged man, Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo ignored Yang Muyu and continued: "From the comments that this kid just now, it can be seen that he has learned all his father's true teachings. If he can't save your uncle, then go back and prepare a coffin for your uncle."

Lu Jinghong didn't know whether he was true or not, so he just nodded without saying a word, and Mr. Mo no longer paid attention to him and said to Yang Muyu with a smile: "How is it? Do you have time to sit with me?"

"No time!" Yang Muyu shook his head coldly and refused flatly. He didn't know why in his heart, but instinctively rejected this noble middle-aged man, Mr. Mo.

"Young Master Yang's airs are so big." Mr. Mo suddenly changed his smile just now, took out a bamboo flute from his wide sleeve, handed it over coldly, then turned around and left, saying, "It's up to you whether you come or not."

After seeing the extremely ordinary bamboo flute, Yang Muyu's face changed drastically. Without saying a word, he followed directly.

Mr. Mo bought the largest private room in Hongtong Restaurant with a large round table. A large round table was filled with various exquisite dishes. He sat upright on a carved crabapple wooden chair. Next to him, Du Yun stood respectfully, with a flattering smile on his face, but it was just right.

Yang Muyu walked into the private room and pulled the door up without asking Mr. Mo to pull a chair, sat opposite him, put the bamboo flute in his hand on the table, and then asked, "Where is my dad?"
Chapter completed!