Seeing that this sword technique was so powerful, Su Mo frowned slightly.

Although the effect of the sword technique did not reach what Qi Slash said, Su Mo knew that this matter should not be too anxious. Although the mirror image reappearance can reproduce what he saw and felt at the beginning, it is only a rigid repetition, and Su Mo cannot deduce new changes in it.

Therefore, if you take the wrong path from the beginning, then this supernatural power will lead you further and further away in the wrong direction.

Su Mo put away his cold dreams and walked towards the outside of the Wu Pavilion.

At this moment, a purple-clothed boy standing next to him saw Su Mo get up and hurriedly ran up. "Brother Zi'an, do you remember me?"

Su Mo glanced at the boy and said, "Of course I remember, Nangong Gongzi." ”

Nangong Yu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Brother Zi'an tortures me, you can just call me Nangong." ”

Su Mo smiled and said, "Okay, Nangong, do you have anything to do with me?"

Nangong Yu said with a smile: "There is a grand scene of epiphany blooming in the east of the city tonight, why don't you go and see it with me?"

Su Mo shook his head: "I don't have to be with you, you noble Yaxing, I still don't bother with this cloth." ”

Seeing Su Mo raising his feet and wanting to leave, Nangong Yu hurriedly stopped: "Brother Zi'an, Yu definitely doesn't mean that! Yu thinks that although Brother Zi'an is cloth, he ......"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him with interest.

"But it's not your average cloth coat. ”

Su Mo smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I'm still a grass people. Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do, you don't have to say it. ”

Nangong Yu grabbed Su Mo, with an anxious look on his face: "Don't, Brother Zi'an, then I'll give you the invitation card for the flower show, who do you want to go with and who do you want to go, how about it?"

Su Mo just wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the scene during the day, his eyes flickered, and then he said, "What are you looking for me, you can talk about it." ”

Nangong Yu saw that Su Mo did not refuse, and said with great joy: "Brother Zi'an, it's actually not a big deal, it's just ......"

He lowered his voice and said, "That Chen Churan, who is very close to you, has some gaps with several of our princes and grandsons, can Brother Zi'an not meddle in this matter?"

Su Mo asked, "Why do you think I'll help her?"

Nangong Yu asked rhetorically: "Didn't she invite you to drink at the beginning?"

Su Mo shrugged his shoulders: "Please, yes, please, but I refused." And she invited a few more cloth clothes, why don't you go and ask them to see the epiphany?"

Nangong Yu replied: "Because I only have one invitation, and only three people are allowed to see one invitation." I thought about it and felt that instead of giving it to those few people, it was better to invite Brother Zi'an. And Brother Zi'an is different from those cloth clothes, ......"

A smile appeared in Su Mo's eyes: "More threatening?"

Nangong Yu said with a bitter face: "Absolutely not, I think you know how to appreciate it better, most of those people are just chewing peonies, and they won't say anything else except if they say yes." ”

Su Mo said: "Since you said so, I won't interfere in the matter between you." ”

Nangong Yu's face showed joy and handed Su Mo an invitation. Su Mo looked at the invitation, there was a blue-blue pattern on it, and there was a faint feeling of coolness when he touched it, like a fine jade.

Looking at this invitation, Su Mo couldn't help but look forward to the flower show in the evening.

At the same time, he also sighed a little, why Dayuan has a rumor that the Han family is more than the king and grandson, and those poor disciples take the time of the son to enjoy the flowers and drink wine to practice, and the entry of the two is naturally not the same.

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In the city of Yuzhou, the old mansion of Qujia.

Previously, the servants in the courtyard had been dismissed, and several people in black robes were rummaging around for the remnants of Qu Jia. When passers-by saw this, they all walked away quickly.

It rained again.

In the distance drove a simple and old carriage, which had no decoration on it. The curtain was patched, and even though the body was made of bamboo and wood, which was highly resistant to moisture in the southern provinces, it was already brown with different shades of brown spots.

The driver looked even older, with a hat on his head that was missing a horn. His exposed hands were like old bark, and his shoes were marked with mud that were difficult to erase.

The horse pulling the cart was different from the people behind it, with its sturdy lines and crisp sound of stepping on the ground, it looked so young and strong. It's just that although the man looks old, his hand is still very strong. When the horse walks, when it stops, when it eats, when it sleeps, it is all under the control of those hands.

In the car sat a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face, this person's clothes were quite neat, but there was a strange picture and text on his clothes. It looks like one eye, but it has two black eyes.

The middle-aged man's face was sad, and he didn't know whether he was worried about the old carriage or the rain that made the ground muddy. He asked the coachman, "How long will it take to get there?"

The coachman's voice was accompanied by a thick southern accent: "It's coming, within an hour, it will definitely be delivered." ”

The middle-aged man lifted the curtain and looked at the rain that kept getting smaller along the way, and he muttered: "It's better to be in the north, and when it rains in the south, the small ones are fine, and the big ones are flooded with a lot of crops." ”

The coachman replied, "It's summer, and it's normal for it to rain a little more." ”

The middle-aged man lowered his head and muttered, "It's normal for it to rain a little more?"

A year later, the carriage drove into the city of Yuzhou.

The middle-aged man took out a few silver tickets from his arms and handed them to the coachman. After seeing the coachman leave, he walked in the direction of the east of the city.

At this moment, a middle-aged scribe in a white robe approached, holding an umbrella and holding an unopened umbrella in the other. When the middle-aged man saw this person, the sadness on his face was even worse, and he saluted, "Hello Mr. Gu." ”

Gu Qinglang handed out the umbrella and said in a harmonious voice: "Marquis Yu Junhou has come from thousands of miles away, there must be something important, right?"

The middle-aged man took the umbrella but did not open it. He said in a deep voice: "Yes, I don't know why, after Liu Mo, the head of Luosi, originally thought that the rivers and lakes of Dayuan would be clear, but the shadow of the old cultivator appeared more and more frequently. During the trip to the Great Wilderness of the East China Sea, the people of the Wei Dao Division sent a message to report that they had encountered three waves of old cultivators and the Sea Clan. Two members of the division have already been martyred. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Si was the first to become powerful, I am afraid that he would have to lose even more. ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "At the same time, in less than a week, there have been rumors of officials being killed in more than 20 provinces, including not only those of the Wei Dao Division, but also those of the Prosecutorial Division. The secret guard in Yuzhou learned through the secret report that I had made a new discovery of the old Xiu's hiding place in Yuzhou, but I heard the bad news of the death of the secret guard halfway through. This is also the main reason why I came to Yuzhou. ”

Gu Qing shook his head: "It seems that the old cultivation is indeed a bit rampant. ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, saluted again, and prepared to leave.

Gu Qinglang stopped him: "Don't you plan to go to Xuanquan to see those old comrades-in-arms?"

The middle-aged man opened his umbrella, shook his head, and stepped into the rain.

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......

When Su Mo saw today's daily report, he frowned.

It is marked with big red characters with the title of "Luo Si's first three retreats from the old repair". He looked down, but he only saw Luo Mengru's good news of repelling the Sea Clan and Old Xiu, and he didn't mention anything about the number of casualties and any losses.

It took him a long time to put down the daily newspaper. Chu Jiu, who was already standing on the sidelines, was a little worried: "Childe, Sister Luo will be fine, right?"

Su Mo said with a smile: "Auntie, she is profound, don't say that it is the Sea Clan and those old cultivators, even if the extreme cultivators come, she has a way to deal with it."

Su Mo tried to put these worries behind him. Otherwise, the [Taiyan Heart Sutra] he practiced might evolve into the prototype of the heart demons in the future Chong Realm. He had to force himself to remain pure and ethereal.

Su Mo smiled: "Chu Jiu, what do you think this is?"

Chu Jiu took the invitation and looked at it, and said happily: "Childe, this is an epiphany flower exhibition." ”

Su Mo nodded: "If you want to go and see, let's go together." ”

Chu Jiu cheered, and then ran to the room, trying to find a nice dress.

Su Mo shook his head with a smile, and he cut and put away the daily newspaper. took out the thing that Chen Churan gave him. After a closer look, he said to himself, "I see!"

Chu Jiu ran out again, she picked up Sui Sui in the basket, and asked, "Childe, can she be together?"

Su Mo put the thing away without a trace, and said after a moment of silence: "One invitation can accommodate three people, this fox...... I guess I can be accommodating. ”

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The middle-aged man came to the east of the city and walked towards the Baihualou, which was surrounded by black-robed officials.

A black-robed official stepped forward and bowed his head and said, "I've seen the heavy envoy." ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and asked, "How's the investigation?"

The black-robed official replied coldly and mechanically, "The girl named Yuhe, whom Otomi often came to look for, was found dead in the room by the maidservant this morning, and the death was bleeding from the seven orifices. She died next to several cases in the room. We examined the liquor on the case and found that it was adulterated with poison. ”

"We examined the woman's hand and found that there was a remnant of poison in her fingernails that resembled the red of the crane's crown. The preliminary judgment is that the woman committed suicide by drinking doves. ”

The middle-aged man listened to his report quietly, and then asked, "Is this Yuhe girl famous here?"

The black-robed official seemed to be stunned for a moment: "It's all famous." ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "The people in the back are really generous, I think apart from those eliminated business alliances, there should be no other force willing to do this." ”

The black-robed official continued: "There is a flower show in the east of the city tonight, and Prince Motian will also come. ”

The middle-aged man sighed even deeper: "Is Mo Tian here to hide his identity?"

"No, he seems to be traveling hand in hand with the Qin family in the capital tonight, and the second prince seems to want to get engaged tonight. ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Find a time tonight, all the people who come to see the flower show are not allowed to leave without permission." ”

"Because I received the news, this time it is likely that there will be old repairs to fish in troubled waters!"