After the master and servant talked a lot about Yi Bo Lou and Shi Mo Wang Chang Ling, the housekeeper left the side hall and came to the door of the house.
"You...come here!"
Looking around, Li Guan pointed to the servant on the right and said.
"Sir, your order."
"How long have you been in Li Mansion?"
Li Guan asked after looking up and down.
"Sir, I have been in Li's house for more than three years."
The servant said hurriedly.
"More than three years ago? Do you recognize the third young master in the mansion?"
Li Guandao touched his beard.
"Sir, I just entered the government when I was young, and the third young master just left. Although I am not familiar with him, I still recognize his appearance."
The servant answered hastily.
"Do you recognize the appearance? That's good! Starting tomorrow, you will keep an eye on me in front of the mansion. The master has ordered that once the Third Young Master comes back, he is not allowed to enter the mansion. He is ordered to find another place to live and come back on his birthday."
Li Guan warned.
In fact, Li Chen's arrangement just now played into his hands. After all, Shi Mo Wang Changling is from Yibo House. If Li Mo enters the mansion in advance, what if he gets involved with Shi Mo and is in Li Mansion?
Isn’t there another person to be afraid of?
What's more important is that after passing this incident, the Li family can go directly to Xue Song if there is anything they need, and no longer have to go through Li Mo to establish relationships.
"Yes, sir."
"Um!"
After doing all this, Li Guan turned around and walked towards the inner palace. The matter of serving Shi Mo fell on him for the next period of time, until the day when the birthday banquet began.
........
Cars rolling, horses scurrying
On the official road less than fifteen miles away from Chang'an, a carriage was slowly moving forward under the scorching sun. In the car, Li Mo sat cross-legged. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mr. Taibai's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite!"
Talking to himself, Li Mo opened the carriage curtain.
Along the way, he kept thinking about Li Taibai's swordsmanship. Although there was a super brain that could remember the situation during Li Taibai's practice at that time, whether it could be turned into his own thing was another matter.
After practicing for several days, I have only mastered 80% of the swordsmanship.
"Mr. Lang, there is a tea stall in front of you. How about you rest for a while before entering the city?"
Hearing some movement in the car, the groom on the shaft spoke.
"That's fine!"
Hearing this, Li Mo nodded.
In order to fully confirm his identity as the storyteller of Yibolou, he did not use any of his own people to go to Chang'an this time. The coachmen were all found in Luoyang Dongshi.
As for Mount Sumeru, the Tianyin Sect, and the three major sects of bad people, they also had a tacit understanding and did not spread any more news.
The three major forces are trying to find the master behind Yibo Tower. Now Li Mo is going to Xidu alone, even if they find him, it will be useless. In this way, Li Mo is at ease.
drive!
The driver waved his whip, and the carriage quickly disappeared in the rising dust.
.......
Chang'an is rich and prosperous, with people coming and going within ten miles outside the city. There are merchants and people working out of the city. The liveliness is far higher than that of the Eastern Capital.
There are tea stalls and snack vendors everywhere.
"Waiter, two bowls of tea! By the way, what else do you have to eat here?"
After getting off the carriage, Li Mo picked a tea stall that looked pretty good.
The Western Capital of Chang'an is no stranger to him. In his memory, he has lived in the Western Capital since he was a child until he went to the Eastern Capital to set up his own business three years ago.
I didn’t take much rest along the way, so I just happened to have something to eat.
"Gentlemen, don't look at our tea stall next to the official road, but the food is complete!"
Hearing the words,
The waiter shook the rag on his shoulder, wiped the table quickly, and shouted at the top of his voice to the place where the tea was being made, "Two bowls of tea."
"Okay, let's have some beef, wine and food!"
Li Mo looked around. It was a hot day and there were many people drinking tea. There were also a lot of people from all walks of life, but almost all of them came to drink tea, and not one of them had anything to eat.
"Okay, gentlemen, wait a moment."
The waiter quickly cleared the table and turned to leave.
While Li Mo and the coachman were waiting for tea, a lot of vague discussions could be heard in their ears.
"Have you heard? There is a new martial arts force in Dongdu, and it is very strong!"
"Are you talking about the Yibo Building?"
"Well, it's Yibo Tower! I heard that in addition to Poem Demon King Changling, the ninth-grade swordsman Qinglian layman is also one of theirs..."
"What? Li Taibai, the ninth-grade swordsman Qinglian layman? This...this...doesn't it mean that the situation in the world is going to change drastically?"
"That's right, looking at the entire Jianghu, there are only five ninth-grade masters on the surface, one from each of the three major forces, one is Li Taibai, and the other is the Poet Saint who almost never shows his face.
It is said that Li Taibai and Poet Sheng are both Sanren and have never joined any force. Unexpectedly, Li Taibai made an exception this time.
In the future, it is very likely that the world will no longer have three major forces but four major forces."
"That's right, there are other rumors... There is a more mysterious existence behind Yibo Tower! Therefore... Mount Xumi, the Tianyin Sect and the bad guys have all started taking action."
"Action? What are they going to do?"
"Of course we are looking for the last ninth-grade master. Think about it, four of the five ninth-grade masters have joined different forces. If anyone among these four major forces can recruit the remaining poet saint
, the position of the boss of the world belongs to this family."
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, so you’re saying there’s going to be something good to watch next?”
"That must!"
"Actually, what I'm more curious about is the mysterious boss behind the Lord of Yibo Tower."
"Same feeling."
"Just wait, I believe that the Poet Saint will be found by these four forces soon. Let's see which side he will belong to in the end."
"Um!"
...
Listening to the eloquent talks of these people in the distance, Li Mo couldn't help but laugh.
The rumors are indeed outrageous.
Just for self-protection, he recruited Xue Song, Wang Changling, and Li Taibai, who were currently living in the manor temporarily and were not his real subordinates. Apart from these three, there were also Zhu Cang and others.
Even including the servants and newly recruited warriors in the manor outside the city, there are only about a hundred people.
Why did he suddenly become the fourth largest force in the world?
Jianghu is so weak?
What else is left to fight to recruit the fifth master, Poet Saint?
Even Li Taibai hasn't really figured it out yet, so I don't have the mind or energy to think about anything else.
As everyone knows,
This time Li Mo really underestimated the influence of the ninth-level masters. As long as Li Taibai and Poem Demon King Changling join forces, which sect in the world besides the three major sects can stop him?
Therefore, there is no problem for these Jianghu people to call Yi Bo Lou the fourth force.
The time to laugh,
The kid has brought a plate of beef, four steamed cakes, and a jug of wine.
"Masters, please use it slowly!"
"Thank you!"
Seeing this, Li Mo retracted his thoughts and nodded to the coachman on the opposite side, indicating that it was time to have a meal and to eat early and go into the city early.
"My husband, please be kind and do a good deed... give me some food, my grandson... is really hungry and can't hold on any longer!"
But at this moment, an old and tired voice suddenly came to Li Mo's ears.
"Um?"
I looked up in surprise and saw an old man with a gaunt figure, a face like dry tree bark, and tattered clothes standing next to the tea table. There was also a four or five-year-old child standing next to the old man.
The child was looking longingly at the beef on the table and swallowing his saliva.