Chapter 12 My talent is mediocre, not as good as your senior brothers
Chapter 12 My talent is mediocre, not as good as your fellow seniors
Author: Jiao Yueyue
Chapter 12 My talent is mediocre, not as good as your fellow seniors
Dongfang Mu Yao usually only wears plain white clothes, and his cold and cold appearance looks distant. Today, he is wearing a dark red robe, which is very eye-catching. You can tell who made it at a glance.
Rong Mo leaned against the wall and took a few more glances at the young man in red next to him. He had handsome features and no trace of aggression in his body. Especially when facing the Eastern Demon Mu, he looked obedient and obedient.
"Young hero, we have met before. I didn't expect you to become a disciple of Yuyin Villa so quickly and your strength has increased a lot." Rong Mo said friendly.
Chen Wuchuan smiled slightly when he heard this and turned his attention to Dongfang Mu Yao: "I am mediocre in talent and not as powerful as your senior brothers. Fortunately, my senior sisters taught me how to practice swordsmanship during these days."
Rong Mo's smile instantly froze, replaced by a slight frown on his eyebrows.
Not only Rong Mo, but also the tomb robber on the side heard the faint hint in Chen Wuchuan's words, and couldn't help but sigh: "The tea art is excellent."
Their men could hear it, but Dongfang Mu Yao didn't notice it at all, and could even be said to be indifferent.
Rong Mo continued to smile stiffly: "It seems that Mu Yao is very good to you." After saying that, he looked at Dongfang Mu Yao and said, "Mu Yao, has Junior Sister Lin gone back? Where is she now?"
Dongfang Mu Yao was not worried about the safety of the heroine, and shook his head gently: "She was dragged away by those ghosts like you, and maybe she is also in this ancient tomb."
Rong Mo became excited when he heard this: "No, it's too dangerous for her to be alone. We have to find her as soon as possible, ahem."
"You have just recovered from the poison. Don't be impatient yet. Let's talk as we walk." Dongfang Mu Yao glanced at the tomb robber and said, "Follow me."
Although the tomb robber's hands were tied, it still didn't stop him from following him: "Everyone, my name is Yan Xing. We are all from the martial arts community, and now we are still grasshoppers on a rope. Xing Xing Are you going to let me go like air? It's all to support the family."
No one paid attention to him. He had the insight to realize that Dongfang Mu Yao was the leader of the three, so he came up behind her shamelessly and said, "I don't know your surname, but I will definitely come to thank you one day."
"East."
"Dongfang is good, Dongfang..." Yan Xing's smile was stunned for a moment, and he repeated the last name repeatedly. The shadow of a man flashed in his mind, and then he was shocked: "Are you from the Dongfang family? You are the Dongfang who loves Dongfang. Family."
Dongfang Muyao hesitated for a moment, then walked forward calmly: "He is my brother, my name is Dongfang Muyao."
Yan Xing was overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere. Everyone knew Dongfang Zhongqing's name. He didn't expect that the girl in front of him was actually his sister. He had met a big boss.
There are many doors in the tomb, and all passages extend in all directions. From time to time, some funerary objects are placed on the long street. You can tell at a glance that it is a big tomb, and you don't know how long it will take just by walking.
Chen Wuchuan walked to a wall, picked up the exquisite underworld artifact on the ground, and then said to Mu Yao: "Senior sister, usually there are some utensils and ornaments in the burial objects in the tomb, but this cemetery is extraordinary."
Dongfang Muyao also noticed it. Along the way, there were either rattles or sugar bowls, or playthings made of gold and silver, which should be for children.
"But there is no record of any children being buried here." Rong Mo was confused.
"By the way, your communication spirit jade should have information about Miss Lin. You might as well ask her where she is now." Dongfang Mu Yao said to Rong Mo.
Rong Mo said: "If those ghosts capture us, won't they cut off communications?"
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Rong Mo took out the spiritual jade, found Lin Qingli's contact information, and broadcast it directly to her.
Everyone was watching his actions intently, and in this tense atmosphere, a strange crisp sound of footsteps suddenly appeared in the silent atmosphere.
Dongfang Mu Yao immediately rushed to the source of the sound, which was at the corner of a corridor. The footsteps continued. When she entered, she clearly saw a petite shadow hiding in the darkness at the end of the corridor, wearing red clothes.
, sitting obediently on the steps, with two feet playfully stepping on the ground one after another. The wedge-heeled soles are hard, and they make a crisp sound when they knock on the stone slabs.
"Who, come out." Her hand was already on the love-killing sword, ready to go.
Hearing her voice, the man paused and then stood up. The darkness covered his appearance. He glanced at Dongfang Mu Yao, then turned and left. The figure actually disappeared out of thin air at the end of the grotto.
Dongfang Mu Yao ran over but found no trace and disappeared without a trace.
And when she had no clue, Yan Xing's excited voice came from behind: "It's connected, it's connected."
The communication jade was actually connected, and everyone moved closer. A blue-white shadow appeared above the tunnel, and it was none other than the heroine Lin Qingli.
Lin Qingli looked around in fear, "Brother Rong, where are you? I'm so scared."
Rong Mo immediately comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will save you right away. Are you in the ancient tomb too?"
Lin Qingli nodded quickly: "But I don't know where this is, there are roads all around."
Everyone fell into silence, how should they find each other?
At this moment, Dongfang Muyao suddenly said: "Miss Lin, you have mastered the divination technique of Qishi Villa. Can you use it to find the direction?"
Lin Qing was relieved when she left the house, and said happily: "Thank you, Senior Sister Dongfang, for reminding me. I was so scared that I actually forgot about this matter. Just wait for me, I will go find you right away."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after Lin Qingli turned off the communication, she also took out her fortune-telling tool from the small cloth bag she carried with her. This time she used a compass. This small tool will not shorten your life.
So you can use it casually.
After determining her location, she started moving forward.
Moving inside the ancient tomb was not easy. From time to time, she would encounter one or two Apiaos attacking her, and every time Lin Qingli hid in hiding and came out again, those Apiaos would miraculously disappear.
It was as if someone was protecting her.
really weird.
But things were not so uneventful. When she reached a corner, the door to the originally closed room was suddenly opened, and a hand pulled her in.
She struggled in fear in the darkness, and the hand quickly covered her mouth: "Don't make any noise, I am a disciple of Feixian Valley."
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside. The footsteps came from far to near until they stopped in front of the door, as if they were looking at them through the wall.
Both of their hearts were in their throats. Luo Nanzhou had already put his hand on his sword, and was considering whether to go out and fight to the death, when the footsteps actually walked away.
They all breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the man was gone, so they walked out.