Mochen set off to the country of Chu, and it only took half a day to go from the Netherworld Forest to the country of Chu.

Mo Qinglan didn't go, Mo Chen was alone, he said, it was enough for him to go out alone.

She stood at one end of the wooden bridge, looking at the figure of Mochen Qingyi hidden in the white mist, and she was distracted.

If you go alone, you don't know if there will be danger......

"Miss Mo, people have gone far." Ding Bo couldn't help but speak out on the side, recalling Mo Qinglan's thoughts.

"Dead Glass, where have you been?" Mo Qinglan Mumu responded.

"He went to Shu Chan Kingdom, we have some horses there, and the valley lord sent him to transfer back, saying that he can help you this time. He asked you to stay, firstly, the situation in Chu is unclear now, I am afraid that you will be in danger in the past, and secondly, we have arrived, and we also need you to take over, although we have been training them secretly, but they are really going to the battlefield, and it is more secure to train experienced people. Ding Bo replied.

If they could, I hope they all lived, they were the last people in the Shadowless Valley who could fight.

Ding Bo didn't say this, and swallowed it back into his stomach silently.

"What kind of person are you valley masters?" Mo Qinglan was confused, Pingshui met, rescued each other again and again, and said that he liked it, but in fact, in order to be able to take revenge, Mo Qinglan was clear in his heart, Mo Chen was not very concerned about revenge, or he was good at forbearance......

For ink dust, she has always been like seeing flowers in the fog, as if she didn't understand.

"The valley master, a hard-working child." Ding Bo sighed, and a few simple words filled countless melancholy and distress.

"You're not going to worry about him going alone?" Mo Qinglan said lightly.

The situation of Chu State is unknown, the danger is unknown, she Mo Qinglan still has martial arts, he Mo Chen, what can he get out of?

Ding Bo's mouth opened, and then his face was bitter.

Where is he sure, this little valley master used to be a fool, the valley suffered a big disaster, once he returned to normal people, it was only more than a month. He only knew half a bowl of water about Mo Chen.

Mo Qinglan's hands behind his back gradually clenched into fists, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Why, her heart fluctuated.

"When are they arriving?" Mo Qinglan asked.

"If it goes well, it should be on the way back now, and it should be there in a day or two." Ding Bo calculated the itinerary and replied.

When Mo Qinglan heard this, he fell silent again, his eyes sank into the water and he quietly looked at the white mist in front of him, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

In the evening, the red glow on the horizon will dye the Chu country, which is magnificent and abnormal.

Because of the civil strife in the palace, the city gate has been closed and no entry or exit is allowed.

Mo Chen led a little white horse, standing outside the city gate of Chu State, enjoying the rare sunset beauty, the evening breeze shook his green shirt and swayed slightly, he shook his fan, and his face was not half anxious.

"This kind of beauty, if Qinglan is here, then it will be perfect." Mo Chen's tone was full of regret, and then he seemed to remember something, and shook his head and smiled: "She probably won't think this scenery is so beautiful." ”

He smiled, as if he had drawn a white stroke on the sunset, and injected a clear stream into the thick ink brush, and the side of the watch was also stunned by the homeless people blocked outside the city gate.

He did not wait long outside the city gates, but a carriage slowly drove out of the open gate, stopped in front of him, picked him up with his white horse, and slowly entered the city.

The city gate was closed again, leaving a green shirt and a smile, and the Quartet was envious.

The carriage drove all the way into the direction of the Chu Imperial Palace, and finally stopped near a teahouse closest to the palace.

"Ink Dust Boy, my master is waiting for you on the second floor." The little guy who was driving whispered to the people in the curtain.

Mo Chen bowed his head, got out of the carriage, looked at the teahouse, and said to the little servant: "Please take care of my horse, I still need it to take me back." ”

The little guy didn't expect that someone would be so polite to him, so he leaned over in fear and agreed.

Mo Chen thanked him, and then turned around and stepped into the teahouse.

The teahouse was simple and generous, and there was no one on the first floor, so he went straight up to the second floor, and when he looked over, he saw two attendants with swords standing at the door of a room, so he walked over.

When no one stopped him, he pushed the door and went in, and saw a man with his back to him, his whole right arm wrapped in a white veil, and blood oozing from it.

"Hurt." Mo Chen opened the fan with a snap, and there was a little bit of playfulness in his eyes.

He walked in, and the people outside closed the door again, and the big knife in his hand, his face solemn and cautious.

The person sitting didn't move, and with his movable left hand, he turned out a white porcelain teacup from the table, picked up the teapot and poured tea into it, and pushed it next to the ink dust. Then he picked up a wooden bird and looked at it carefully.

This wooden bird, if nothing else, is none other than the 'no one cares' in the Shadowless Valley. It was this that Mo Chen used to make the person in front of him willing to take the initiative to open the city gate to greet him when the situation was so dangerous.

And this person is none other than Chu Sheng.

"That's how you Shadowless Valley gathers intelligence?" Chu Sheng put the wooden bird in front of Mo Chen.

He had been studying it since he received it at noon, and he hadn't studied it thoroughly until the ink dust came.

"You think things in Shadowless Valley are so easy to penetrate?" Mochen sat down and took a good time.

"Why did you come to me at this time?" Chu Sheng seemed to have given up, and put 'no one cares' on the side of the table, but it was close to his side, for fear that Mo Chen would snatch it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Come and dig up the cancer for you, remove the carrion, and help you realize the grand ambition of your heart. How's that, are you impressed? Mo Chen gently blew the hot air on the teacup, and winked at Chu Sheng after speaking.

Chu Sheng blinked like a flattering glance at the two times, and his intuition felt a chill down his spine.

In the eyes of others, he is a weak scholar, and in the eyes of Chu Sheng, he is completely a wolf in sheep's clothing, on the surface, he looks harmless to humans and animals, gentle and humble, but in fact, he can send the meat you designed yourself, and he is grateful......

"Sending charcoal in the snow for thousands of miles, why is it so unsteady. What about Qinglan? Why didn't I come with you? Chu Sheng didn't believe it, if it wasn't for this little wooden bird that aroused his interest, he wouldn't have met Mo Chen at all.

Take 10,000 steps back and say that the matter between him and Chu Chao belongs to the royal family, and the ugliness of the family cannot be publicized, which is the only requirement of his father for him.

"She has more important things to do, such a small thing as helping you make your dreams come true, just send me. Also, please call her Miss Mo. Mo Chen automatically ignored Chu Sheng's sarcasm, the smile on his lips was still there, and his eyes were completely warm.

What's more important? Could it be that in alliance with me, is she really going to give up? But in the whole world, apart from him Chu Sheng, who can help her take revenge and bring down Ye Yangguo, who else has that strength.

Relying on the white-faced man in front of him, who was powerless, he used the intelligence that could only see and not fight to defeat Ye Yangguo, who had an army of millions?

I don't even have the qualifications to call you Qinglan?

Chu Sheng clenched his fists, his head was bruised, and he laughed angrily:

"Oh, then tell me how you plan to help me with such a trivial matter."