"Da Nian, you take Jing'er back first. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

As soon as Mr. Mo opened his mouth, he called out Xiang Danian's name very frankly and directly, and even the name of Liu Zhengfeng's daughter Liu Jing did not fall, and told Mingkong together.

Xiang Danian and Liu Jing naturally knew Mr. Mo, and when they heard Old Man Mo's words, they turned their heads and left without a trace of hesitation, only Liu Jing glared at Mingkong with hatred, and there was a sense of 'you wait for me'.

Mingkong shrugged his shoulders indifferently and smiled, when this time was over, he estimated that he would have to think about the cliff again, that ghost place, even Huashan sent his own people to be too lazy to go, not to mention Liu Jing, a pampered little girl.

"Hehe, I've seen Uncle Mo."

When Xiang Danian and Liu Jing left, Mingkong no longer pretended to be his identity, and honestly saluted Mo Da as a disciple of the Huashan faction.

Although it is said that Yue Buqun has announced the death of his second daughter Yue Mingkong to the heroes of the rivers and lakes in the world, but the rivers and lakes are so big, there are always some people who are not so easy to fool, among them, there is Mr. Xiaoxiang Yeyu, the head of the Hengshan faction.

"Isn't this going to be a bad old man?"

Mo Da ignored the hippie smiling face of Ming Kong, when Ming Kong was very young, Mo Da had seen Ming Kong, and he couldn't know much about what kind of character Ming Kong was, and in one sentence, that is, 'Don't let your guard down because of his superficial respect for you'.

Ming Kong pretended to look very aggrieved, lowered his head, and whispered: "The disciple doesn't dare, just now it was all a play to prevent the identity of the disciple from divulging......"

"Okay, okay......" Mo had a headache and shouted to stop, really want to let Mingkong continue to speak, with Mingkong's eloquence, it is estimated that it can be said that tomorrow, Mo Da is not an idler, the timetable is full, how can there be that American time to listen to Mingkong's nonsense.

"What kind of swordsmanship did you use to break the sword move of the Great Year just now?"

Time was tight, Mo Da didn't talk nonsense, and directly asked the deepest question in his heart.

The move of Xiang Danian's envoy just now was a killing move in the 'Hundred Variations and Thousands of Illusions Hengshan Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles', originally Mo Dadu planned to make a move, but he didn't expect Xiang Danian's sword move to be broken casually by Mingkong, if it weren't for Old Man Mo's strong heart, it is estimated that a mouthful of old blood spurted out at that time.

"This is a set of swordsmanship created by myself, how about it, Master Mo, you give a comment, isn't it?"

Mingkong's eyes purred, facing that royal sister before, she was not a member of the Wuyue Sword Sect, but she was able to recognize this set of swordsmanship, it was obvious that if she either knew Feng Qingyang or knew that Dugu was defeated, so Mingkong could make up a name like that. And at this moment, facing Mr. Mo Da of the Hengshan faction, Mingkong used that name again, as long as Mr. Mo Da did not have IQ reduced to the level of Qi Lunuo, he would definitely be able to easily judge that this swordsmanship was taught to him by Feng Qingyang, so he directly said that it was created by himself, and he didn't even have a name, no matter how smart Mr. Mo Da was, he couldn't think of Feng Qingyang, who hadn't shown up for decades.

"Homemade?"

Don't be surprised, almost bite off your tongue, you are a teenager who created a set of swordsmanship by himself can break the sword moves that have been handed down by my Hengshan faction for hundreds of years? I won't believe it if I kill him......

But Mo Da is Mo Da after all, and he didn't dwell on this issue for long, thinking of what he had to do when he came to this Hengshan City on purpose, his eyes rolled, and he hit Ming Kong's body.

"Ahem, yes, at your age, you can create such a subtle sword technique by yourself, which is a promising future, and now Uncle Shi has a very important matter here, I need you to help Uncle Shi deliver a letter, are you willing?"

Even if Mo Da, who has never been in shape, is cheeky to say such a thing, his face is dry, but fortunately, Mo Da is thin and thin, and most of his face is covered by hair, otherwise Mingkong sees that his face is so red that he has to laugh and lie down.

"Is it fun?"

Mingkong's face is natural, just like a child who is not deeply involved in the world, his two eyes are round and staring at Mo Da, there is a posture that you dare to say 'not fun' and I will run away.

Mo Da faintly had a stomachache, but considering that incident, he was not suitable to come forward, and if it was Mingkong, in terms of his identity on the surface, Mingkong was not a disciple of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and even the martial arts he used were not the martial arts of the Huashan Sect of the Wuyue Sword Sect; And from the perspective of the identity inside, Mingkong is the daughter of Yue Buqun of the Huashan faction after all, and even if the talks collapse and he wants to do it, at least he can drag the Huashan faction into the water. With the Huashan faction, which has been able to deal with the Songshan faction for nearly a hundred years, at least the pressure on the Hengshan faction will be much less. Therefore, Mo Da still had to continue to blush, and said like a child: "It's fun, of course it's fun." ”

Mingkong blinked his eyes and looked at Mo Da with an innocent face: "But my father said that he wouldn't let me participate in those things in the rivers and lakes, otherwise he would never let me out to play again." ”

"Hum ......"

Mo Da was almost vomited blood by Mingkong, if it weren't for Mingkong, if he was replaced by someone else, he would just have to say something like 'save someone's life', but when he met Mingkong, a person who almost had no desire and no desire, and only watched and had fun in everything, Mo Da was really helpless.

After thinking about it, Mo Da finally came up with a killer weapon, and pulled out a thin sword from the oily erhu that had not left his hand for many years, and he played a set of wonderful and beautiful swordsmanship.

"Good!"

Mingkong did not live up to his great intentions, stood aside and watched, saw the wonderful places, and did not forget to applaud, that demeanor, if there was a small bench and a bag of melon seeds and peanuts, it would be more like a crowd of onlookers watching street performances.

After playing a set of 'Thirteen Styles of Clouds and Mists in Hengshan Mountain', his face was blue when he was applauded by Mingkong, but considering that what he wanted Mingkong to do was not very authentic to put it bluntly, he still said as gently as possible: "What do you think of this set of swordsmanship?" You help me deliver this letter to Liu Zhengfeng in Hengshan City, and I will teach you this set of swordsmanship. ”

"This ......"

Mingkong was a little hesitant, sending a letter sounded like it was not difficult, and as long as he sent a letter, he could learn a set of wonderful swordsmanship. No matter how you look at it, this is a profitable deal......

Mo Da saw Mingkong's expression, as long as there was a play, he continued to add oil and vinegar and said: "My invitation to Senior Brother Liu's golden basin to wash his hands and quit the rivers and lakes has spread all over the rivers and lakes, and he is almost no longer a person in the rivers and lakes, even if your father knows about it, he has no reason to blame you......"

"Okay......"

I have to admit that Mingkong was moved by Mo Da's words, nodded, and responded to this matter, but before Mo Da was happy, Mingkong said again: "But you have to teach me that beautiful set of swordsmanship first......"