In the past few days, Mrs. Qin has been helping Mo Wen to prepare for marriage, and Bo Yi is thinking about who should be invited to attend this wedding, compared to Mo Wen, who has nothing to do all day long.

"I heard that Brother Mo is going to get married, congratulations. "Ling Yuntian has lived for some time, and he hasn't seen Mo Wen until today.

Mo Wen smiled slightly: "Thank you Ling senior." ”

Ling Yuntian laughed a few times: "I'm ashamed, the old man came in a hurry this time, and then he just heard the good news of Brother Mo's marriage, and he didn't have time to prepare for a while, it happened that some time ago, an old friend gave him an ice jade bead, which was used as a congratulatory gift......

Mo Wen hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

"Brother Mo, don't be polite, Xiao Yuan and I have been bothering for a few days, I thought about waiting for Brother Mo's wedding wine to leave, but I can't rest assured about the dart game, so I ......"

Mo Wen frowned slightly: "Senior Ling is leaving, but the matter of Xiao Dart's head ......?"

"The old man believes in Brother Mo. ”

Mo Wen didn't speak again, but Xiao Yuan said: "Hmph, the old dart head believes in you, I don't believe it, one day I will avenge my father with my own hands!"

Ling Yuntian pulled Xiao Yuan with one hand and arched his hand: "Little Brother Mo, the old man farewell!"

Mo Wen hurriedly followed and watched Ling Yuntian leave, and Bo Yi suddenly appeared: "Zhuang Master, this Ling Yuntian is strange, and it is strange to go!"

Mo was stunned: "Huh, what's the blame?"

"Hehe, didn't the owner of the village see it? Although this Xiao Pingnan is mediocre in the rivers and lakes, he can't be ranked, but he is the number one person in the Pingnan dart game, this Ling Yuntian has hit our village, except for the first time I talked about it, it's been ten days, how have I heard him mention Xiao Pingnan again?"

Mo Wen couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard it: "Why is this?"

Bo Yi sneered: "Zhuang Master, judging from the old slave, what Ling Yuntian cares about is not who killed Xiao Pingnan, but whose hands the dart falls into!"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, and secretly said in his heart, could it be that Ling Yuntian just came to test whether he had taken the dart himself?

For a long time, Bo Yi said: "I almost forgot about business, the owner, the old slave can't make up his mind about something!"

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Bo Yi took out a few famous cards from his arms: "The owner of the village is very happy, although the old slave has sent out some wedding cards, but these people have never been able to make up their minds!"

Mo Wen stretched out his hand and took it and took a look: "Purple Night Sword Sect ......"

"Well, exactly, the old slave originally wanted to send out this post, but the current sect leader of the Purple Night Sword Sect, Cangshan, seems to be ...... with the owner of the village."

Mo Wen was silent for a moment and said: "Post, although my father is gone, there is still Aunt Xue Ning here, and besides, Cangshan is also my uncle anyway!"

"The old slave understands, I don't know who the owner plans to feast?"

"Prepare an invitation card from the Oriental family, if you can find the old predecessor of the Oriental Aoki, you will hand over the wedding card, in addition, my senior brother Lu Yifeng has been guarding the tomb of my father, I can't help but come when I get married, and send someone to the Eighth Prince's Mansion, please Feng Zhengning. ”

Bo Yi frowned: "Zhuang master, forgive the old slave for being blunt, now the situation in the court is unstable, the heart of the eight princes is known to everyone, please ask the people in his house to ...... at this time"

Mo Wen smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Feng treats me well, and he has saved me a few times and embarrassed, so I can't help but invite me." ”

"This ...... In this case, the old slave just did it, and the other nine major factions ......"

"As for the ...... of the nine major factions"

Without waiting for Mo Wen to make a decision, Mrs. Qin walked slowly: "The nine major factions don't need to be sent." ”

Mo was stunned: "Mother." ”

"Well, I just got the news that the Buddha Sect, the Dao Sect, and the rest of the sects have already set off to rush here. ”

"Coming?" Mo Wen was shocked.

Mrs. Qin nodded: "The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, they will come if they want to come, it is difficult for me to be afraid that they will not succeed." ”

Having said that, Mo Wen was still a little worried in his heart, and Bo Yi sighed: "Madam, there is something that the old slave has not yet returned, this time I am afraid that it is not only the nine major factions that have come, yesterday my people sent a letter, and Gu Feng of the Ghost King Palace has personally rushed here." ”

Mrs. Qin trembled: "Gu Feng?"

Bo Yi sighed again: "Yes, who is Gu Feng, Mrs. also knows, the nine major factions have a lot of grudges with the Ghost King Palace, and I am afraid that I will ...... when the time comes."

Mrs. Qin's eyes closed slightly: "Bo Yi, how many people from Tianzi Pavilion haven't rushed back." ”

Hearing Mrs. Qin ask about this, Mo Wen was anxious: "Mother, why did you suddenly ask about this." ”

"Ask, prevention is better than prevention!"

Bo Yi said: "Jingdong Bai has already detached, such as there are still eight people left in the word pavilion today, the falling moon, the white bones, and the ghost slave are in the village at the moment, and the Rakshasa Girl and Shankui will arrive soon, as for the other three, the whereabouts of the other three are not yet known." ”

Mrs. Qin took a deep breath: "There are twenty-three people in Tianzi Pavilion, and now there are only eight people left?"

Bo Yi shook his head: "When Yuan An sent Jingdong Bai, many people have already followed Jingdong Bai, and a few people have been disbanded because of the killing of the building, and they have not come back. ”

Mrs. Qin was a little weak: "I know, Bo Yi, thanks to you, my heart can still be at ease." ”

Bo Yi arched his hand: "Madame, don't worry, the old slave will arrange everything!"

Mrs. Qin waved her hand, Bo Yi glanced at Mo Wen, and retreated: "Mother, ......"

Mrs. Qin waved her hand: "Ask, I know what you have to say, don't worry, my mother knows what to do, you have been back for so long, it is rare to see you practice, don't fall behind in the martial arts left by your father?"

Mo Wen smiled slightly: "Don't worry, mother, although there is no practice during this time, it will never fall behind." ”

"Really?" Mrs. Qin's smile sank, her black clothes shook slightly, and a strong wind hit Mo Wen, Mo Wen was shocked, his hands pinched the seal, and he didn't retreat a step, and his breath sank and shook Mrs. Qin out of the strong wind and pressed down.

The corners of Mrs. Qin's mouth raised, and her eyes were a little surprised: "Okay, I didn't expect your martial arts to improve so much than the last time I saw you!"

Mo Wen scratched his head: "Speaking of which, thanks to the predecessors of the East, if it weren't for him, not to mention that my skills have improved, it is still unknown whether I can survive!"

"Oriental senior, which Eastern predecessor is it?" Although Mrs. Qin had some guesses in her heart, she still didn't dare to be sure.

Mo Wen nodded: "The head of the Oriental family, Dongfang Aoki!"

Although Mrs. Qin guessed, she was still a little surprised: "White-clothed Sword Saint?"

"Mother also knows him?"

"Not only do you know, the white-clothed sword saint, the Buddhist four-precept monk, and your father are all famous masters in the rivers and lakes, and your father wanted to invite the white-clothed sword saint several times back then, but they were all delayed by other things, otherwise this must be a magnificent battle on the rivers and lakes!"

I didn't ask about this matter, but I also heard Dongfang Aoki say it, and I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

(End of chapter)