Chapter Seventy-Two: There is a clever plan for going down the mountain

No matter which disciple of the Tanling Sect descends the mountain, he needs to report to the Qingwu Elder of the Tanwu Temple. The same is true of Leng Mo's descent from the mountain.

"You're going down?" Elder Qingwu sat on the main seat in the middle of the main hall and yawned, who came down the mountain so early?

"Hmm." Leng Mo clenched his fists and bent down slightly. Elder Qingwu blew the tea in his hand and took a sip gently, but he didn't have the slightest intention of letting him be exempted.

Leng Mo has never gone down the mountain since he was picked up by Qing Yuan to Tanyun Mountain. One is that his eye disease is inconvenient, and the other is that he has lived in Tanyun Mountain since he was a child, and he has nothing to be nostalgic for the world below the mountain. This time I went down the mountain just to satisfy one person, a very important person.

And Elder Qingwu had just suffered a dumb loss in their Qingyuan Hall some time ago, and he would not let go of any opportunity to ravage the people of the Tanyuan Palace. If he can't move their master, it is more than enough to move a few of them, and he really plans to be silent.

Leng Mo saw that Elder Qingwu did not react, and straightened up directly without waiting for him to say.

Qingwu saw that Leng Mo was so unruly, this is not to take him seriously! Before he could speak, he straightened up, what kind of body did he become?! But he repeatedly reminded himself not to be angry, not to be angry, to be calm, to be calm. He is a great elder, he wants to be generous and generous, how can he be as knowledgeable as this yellow-haired child?!

"Tanyun Mountain is not a place where you can just come and go." Qingwu raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up a piece of peach cake casually, and didn't look at Leng Mo as if he didn't exist.

"This is our Master's handwritten letter, and I would like to ask the elders to look at it." Leng Mo took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to the disciple serving next to him. He had long expected that Elder Qingwu would not let him go down the mountain easily, and he couldn't let him pretend to please him, so he asked Master for a handwritten letter in advance.

After reading the letter, Kiyogo frowned slightly.

It was indeed Qing Yuan's handwritten letters, but didn't he detain all of Qing Yuan's letters? Is there still a fish that slips through the net?

Another day, he will have to ask the disciple who handled it.

However, his little trick, not to mention Elder Qing Yuan, can see it clearly in Leng Mo.

However, in order to cooperate with Elder Seigo's performance, they sent two copies each time, one from the front with carrier pigeons, and the other with an inconspicuous ruler. The former is about writing about trivial things, while the latter is about what really matters. Otherwise, how could Elder Qingyuan be outside, but he knew everything about the affairs on Tanyun Mountain!

It can be said that you know yourself and your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

Qing Yuan knew that Qing Wu didn't want him to return to Tanyun Mountain, so he firmly grasped this. He writes:

The apprentice was silent, the master was a little short of money these days, so he hurriedly sent ten taels of silver to the master. Within three days, you must arrive at the Baihualou of the Dragon Kingdom, otherwise when the master goes back to get the silver, you will be good-looking! ”

Sure enough, Kiyogo entered the pit.

"Ahem." Elder Qingwu coughed to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, he cleared his throat and waved his hand, "Come on, take twenty taels of silver to Xiao Mo." ”

"Elder Xie." Leng Mo clenched his fists. He really admired the master, so he let Elder Qingwu agree to release the people, and he also cheated people for twenty taels of silver.

He looked down on Elder Qingwu in his heart, and for the position of the head of the family, he disregarded the brotherhood of his teacher.

In fact, for Qing Wu, let alone giving ten taels of silver more, it means giving one hundred taels of silver, as long as Qing Yuan can never Tanyun Mountain, he won't even blink his eyes, let alone say the word "no".

"Hurry up and go down the mountain and send it to your master, it's not enough to write back again, don't let your master save face in Baihualou!" Elder Qingwu pretended to be concerned about Qingyuan's safety.

Of course he can't let his good junior brother save face in Baihualou, otherwise how can his junior brother be nostalgic for Baihualou in the future? He wants Qingyuan to have a smooth ride in Baihualou, and he wants the wind to be windy and rainy, so that he can not only be a good person in front of Qingyuan, but also tie Qingyuan to Baihualou. Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?!

If Xi Shuang was there, he would definitely be able to see the joy in Elder Qingwu's eyes at this time.

However, Elder Qingwu couldn't help but underestimate Qing Yuan too much.

He did want the wind and rain in Baihualou, but he didn't have any credit from Qingwu. The entire Baihualou is his, and the people inside are also his people, of course, only Qingyuan is the head of the horse!

Although Qingwu also sent a lot of spies to Baihualou to investigate, Qingwu only knew that Qingyuan sang songs in Baihualou every night and was addicted to the pile of fat powder.

However, this was all deliberately arranged by Qing Yuan.

The rivers and lakes are deep, who doesn't know how to act?!

Leng Mo took the coil, made another gesture, and withdrew.

Xi Shuang and An Min'er were still asleep soundly, no one expected that Leng Mo would go down the mountain so early.

However, they couldn't be hungry, so they deliberately cooked two bowls of noodles and put them in the pot to keep warm before going down the mountain.

As for the breakfast of the group of people in the Tanwu Palace, Leng Mo greeted the small kitchen over there last night.

In fact, Tanwu Hall has always had a small kitchen, and before that, Elder Qingwu just asked Leng Mo to help with chores in the small kitchen of Tanwu Palace, but the year before last, he directly handed over the task of cooking to Leng Mo.

The cook lady of the Tanwu Hall was a little distressed and cold at first, and she had to be responsible for the food of hundreds of people at such a young age, so she secretly went to the Tanyuan Hall to help. It's just that the matter was soon revealed, and the leading cook was also implicated, and suddenly died in the night.

Clear-eyed people know what the situation is, and they can only silently sympathize with Leng Mo in their hearts, and they don't dare to help anymore.

Leng Mo carried a sword, took it with a coil, and went all the way to the north.

He originally thought that Elder Qingwu would not give the silver so easily, and he also prepared some dry food, so as not to be hungry because he was not entangled on the road, but he didn't expect Elder Qingwu to give it so simply.

"Boss, trouble two meat buns!" Leng Mo went down the mountain and realized what it was like to be rich.

Sure enough, the food under the mountain is delicious, in contrast, the food in Tanyun Mountain is not only monotonous, but also bland and tasteless. How can you get used to eating these pairs? It seems that this time I went up the mountain, I had to improve her food.

Thinking about it, the two meat buns all went into the stomach.

"Boss, ten more meat buns!"

"Eh, come on!" The proprietor was an old man, smiling with a wrinkled face, and his stall didn't have many customers a day. After all, who would go to a place of extreme cold? He is worried about the livelihood of his family, and he is full of joy to have such a guest, at least he will not let the whole family go hungry.

In fact, Leng Mo bought ten meat buns, and he was worried that this road to the north would be sparsely populated, and the vicinity of the extremely cold land would be even more deserted, where would there be such a delicious steamed bun shop? You can be more prepared. On the way back, I have to bring some more back and open meat for Shuang'er. By the way, there is also osmanthus cake.

"Boss, I'll put a tael of silver on the table for you." Leng Mo packed the bun, took the saber, and got up to leave.

"Guest officer, give too much money!"

The corners of Leng Mo's mouth rose slightly, and he walked away without looking back.

Elder Qingwu's money, Leng Mo can't guarantee that it won't be clean. Besides, he has nowhere to spend these twenty taels of silver when he goes to the extremely cold place, so it is better to do something good, and it can be regarded as accumulating virtue for Elder Qingwu! Look at him haunted all day long!