The sky was dark and it seemed like it was going to rain again.
The rainy season in Jiangnan does not end so easily.
As expected, the master and deputy master of Tingyu Pavilion are not so easy to see.
Mo Shang lightly held the railing on the second floor of the wing, looked up at the sky, his dark red eyes filled with self-mockery and impatience.
After being invited to Tingyu Pavilion by Shi Zhonghuo the day before yesterday, he was arranged to stay in the guest room and treated with good food and wine. He was only told that the two pavilion masters would come to see each other after they recovered from illness.
Knowing that the other party was making perfunctory lies, the visitor was a guest after all. Tingyu Pavilion had asked the great elder to entertain him in person, and he had not lost any hospitality etiquette. Mo Shangruo still pressed forward step by step like he did outside the door that day.
, untenable both emotionally and rationally.
What's more, Mo Shang himself said that it wouldn't hurt to stay in Tingyu Pavilion for a few days.
It doesn't matter, just wait.
Mo Shang was allowed to come and go freely in this large mansion.
But this "freedom" is obviously not absolute freedom. Except for the side rooms and the main hall, other doors can let in wind and rain, but Mo Shang cannot enter.
Mo Shang's freedom has not been restricted. He can leave at any time as long as he wants. However, the purpose of this trip has not yet been achieved, and all he can do is wait.
Or, find evidence that the two pavilion masters are not seriously ill and bedridden!
At least at the moment, Mo Shang no longer has the patience to cooperate with Tingyuge's delaying strategy. He can't wait blindly.
He had to do something, at least make waiting no longer boring!
Unknowingly, the hands caressing the railing were slightly sinking into it.
Although the second floor of the wing was not high, one could observe most of the scene in the Tingyu Pavilion. Just when Mo Shang moved his gaze from the sky to the ground, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking out of the house at the far end.
A touch of purple!
As the figure of the owner appeared in Mo Shang's mind, his body flew out from the second floor without thinking.
After a few ups and downs, Mo Shang appeared in a courtyard more than ten feet away, turning his back and raising his hand to block the path of the purple figure.
"I heard that Brother Luo's cultivation is completely useless, but his insight is still so sharp. No wonder that in just a few years, Tingyu Pavilion has been turned upside down." Mo Shang could see clearly. The moment he almost set off, Luo Piaoling
He has stopped, not so much because he is blocking him, but because others are waiting for his arrival.
"Altar Master Mo is so complimentary. Although I am not talented, I will definitely convey this praise to Altar Master Mo."
Mo Shang had already started to turn around before the person behind him spoke. However, as soon as he heard the words from the person behind him, Mo Shang couldn't help but pause. When the other person said the word "convey", Mo Shang turned back with great reluctance.
He turned around and looked at the hateful man in a purple shirt, who looked very similar to Luo Piaoling in every gesture, but he was not sick at all. Instead, he had a smile on his face, making people feel that he was being despised and ridiculed for no reason.
Seeing the person in front of him, Mo Shang's mouth twitched and he suppressed the anger in his heart. He naturally thought of this person who teased all kinds of martial arts people in Jinzhou City two years ago with a costume and a folding fan.
A story that goes around and around.
There is no doubt that Mo Shang was also tricked.
There was a sudden movement in his heart and he said: "Brother Ji is truly worthy of being the perfect substitute for Deputy Pavilion Master Luo. Since you are here, Deputy Pavilion Master Luo must not be in the pavilion anymore."
"I told Uncle Huo that he is not suitable for lying, but he still insists on meeting you. Now I am exposing my trap." The person pretending to be Luo Piaoling was naturally Ji Zhe. He shook his head and chuckled, as if talking to himself.
He muttered to himself, then raised his sleeves, waved his fan and said with a smile, "Is it because the wine doesn't taste good, or is it just not fragrant enough? Lord Mo Altar is actually in such a mood to stretch his muscles today?"
Mo Shang obviously did not have any leisure time to greet Ji Zhe and said bluntly: "Where is Deputy Pavilion Master Luo?"
Hearing this, Ji Zhe shook his head again and said: "The Deputy Pavilion Master can stay wherever he wants, and go wherever he wants. Since the Great Elder has promised to let the Deputy Pavilion Master meet you, maybe
I will break my promise."
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Mo Shang continued: "Where did Deputy Pavilion Master Luo go to lobby again?"
"It seems that Altar Master Mo is a little too lenient, right?"
Although there was only one voice from the side of the courtyard, there were eighteen more breaths.
Mo Shang is no stranger to these eighteen auras. He has seen them in Tianya Town and in Xunfeng Valley.
Surrounded by nineteen people, Mo Shang showed no fear on his face. He firmly believed that he had come with Xiaoyue Alliance's greetings, and Tingyuge would never dare to kill him in this house, saying: "
Let me guess, where will Deputy Pavilion Master Luo go? To the east and south, within the reach of the Daoyi Alliance, I will help him, so there is no need to worry about it; in the middle, to the west, Deputy Pavilion Master Luo has already gone there in person, and I think he has obtained it.
We have enough support; then, the only place to go next is the north?"
"Should we go to Jinzhou City to complete what Brother Ji couldn't do for us, or should we go straight to Youjing to find out what's going on in the inner courtyard of the palace?"
Bang bang bang!
Ji Zhe clapped his hands and praised, saying: "Since Altar Master Mo's heart is like a clear mirror, why bother to hold on to it?"
Mo Shang said: "You Tingyuge's actions are unexpected to the Jianghu people. I only expected that Tingyuge would not do anything at this time. How can I feel at ease if I don't come to see it with my own eyes? Who knows that it is too late after all?"
After several beats, even if I want to leave at this time, maybe I can?"
"Tingyuge is really not something you want to come to. You can come if you want to come and leave if you want to." The voice from the side of the courtyard sounded again.
Mo Shang said: "However, I am still very curious. The two pavilion masters of your pavilion traveled together. They did not bring you, the great protector, nor the Eighteen Shadow Riders. Who were you traveling with?
So reassured?"
Ji Zhe secretly thought that this Mo Shang usually kept quiet during the day, but his mind was extremely clear, and he had already guessed the truth in a few sentences.
Ji Zhe didn't speak, and the Eighteen Shadow Riders didn't speak. The only response from Mo Shang was silence.
Silence means no comment.
Mo Shang knew this very well, but how could he be willing to do so.
After a long while, Ji Zhe finally spoke first and said: "It's very windy outside, so Lord Mo, please go back to your house and have a good rest."
Mo Shang smiled and said, "I never thought that your lord would still like to lock up others."
"No, no, if you don't love me, who can bring Master Mo to our shabby house. The word 'Guan' is not used appropriately."
"House arrest?"
"detain a guest."
"It's like being in Tianya Town?"
"At least you don't have to take the Ten-Day Heart-Breaking Pill anymore."
"That being the case, how long does Brother Ji plan to ask Mo to stay in Tingyu Pavilion this time?"
"Since Altar Master Mo has said that he must meet the Pavilion Master, you can leave after the two of them return and meet you."
Mo Shang sighed and said, "It's okay to stay here, but the wine doesn't taste good and the food doesn't taste good. It's really boring."
Ji Zhe said: "If you have any suggestions for Altar Master Mo, please tell me directly. If I can make the decision, I will definitely be satisfied."
"With the words of the Great Protector in front of me, Mo Mou felt relieved."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shang rushed towards Ji Zhe with a single arrow. Although the Qiankun Sword on his waist was not unsheathed, he also slashed it out!
There was a clang, and the fan bone struck the scabbard with a muffled sound. Ji Zhe waved the folding fan lightly to fend off Mo Shang's surprise attack.
But Mo Shang obviously had no intention of stopping there. When he was in Tianya Town, the place was sparsely populated, and he had to worry about whether Tingyuge and **Lou would ruthlessly wipe them out of the world without anyone noticing, but now
, the one who should have concerns will be replaced by Tingyu Pavilion. If he cannot walk out of Tingyu Pavilion alive, Xiaoyue Alliance will definitely not give up.
Since he couldn't leave, he would fight one by one with the people from Tingyu Pavilion who were no less mysterious than Hongchen Inn, steal some skills from them, and earn some interest.