"In Xia Su Qianmo. Ya * Wen * Yan * Qing * Shou * Fa is the closed disciple of the ghost worker Pang Yin. This side please. When Su Qianmo came up. Gentle demeanor. Lan Mo was a little stunned for a while. She just glanced at the black-faced family behind her. See? This is the way to entertain.

"I'm tired." Lan Mo thanked him in return. This Su Qianmo looks polite. There is no meat on the noodles. The hands tucked into the wide sleeves. At first glance, it is a perennial pen. Between each finger seam. All have a very inconspicuous cocoon. Lan Mo has always had a good eyesight. Naturally, the final message has been probed. Since it is a perennial pen. How could it be a habitual knife. The closed disciple of the miniature carving master.

A touch of doubt jumped into my heart. Look ahead. A gentle man who didn't look back for a moment. She held her breath. Grit your teeth. Tighten the remaining silver wire around your wrist. Always be prepared for attacks from strangers.

Lan Mo didn't dare to slack off with a suspicious look in his eyes. Until her eyes. Finally, a mountainous area is like a sea and a sky. Actually, it's not accurate to say that the mountains are located. Because of the head of the mountain. It is a dense bamboo forest. The color of each bamboo is almost different. Lan Mo couldn't help but be a little stunned. A forest of colorful bamboos. A series of eerie colors reflected in her dark pupils.

"Brother Qianmo. Does your master have to live so far away? Lan Mo's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Flickering at the man. Seeing that Su Qianmo just smiled gently. but he did not answer. It's so mysterious. couldn't help but make Lan Mo smile and throw out another sentence. "You're sure you won't sell me."

"......" Su Qianmo said. Not in a moment. Laughing. "You love to laugh."

Lan Mo saw that this person had no shelf at all. Nor will she be annoyed by her deliberately provocative words. It is inconvenient to say some inconsequential things. It's time. The two of them walked up the slightly steep mountain steps towards the heights. Lan Mo looked at Su Qianmo's back. I sighed in my heart that I was really thin. Speaking as a man. Such a skeleton really doesn't fit his gender.

Raise your eyes. It is a lonely flower of red and white color that spreads over the mountains. Lan Mo thought so in his heart. Just because of those flowers. There are many flowers that have not been opened. And some bloom. It's not quite. A hexagonal pavilion nestled among flowers. But there were old and young people sitting. The old man has a bearded eyebrow. The man is dressed in purple and is very beautiful. Lan Mo looked at it. That's a little younger. The one who was contemplating was the person who had a relationship outside the door.

"Your Highness." He bowed slightly. Then he called in the direction of the old man. "Master. The people have already come to bring it. ”

I saw the old man with his back to the two of them turning around casually. Look at the plainly dressed blue end. And at the same time, the eyes that gathered. And, of course, Yin Mufeng.

"Take a look at what you're going to do." Pang Yin said lightly. He had a slightly tattered parchment roll under him. At his side was a diorama from the Forgotten Autumn Kingdom. Able to roll parchment with some of the less clear lines of the terrain. Zoom in on in more detail.

Su Qianmo hurriedly nodded at Lan Mo behind him. Lan Mo was a little uncomfortable by the oppressive atmosphere on this side. The discomfort in the heart cannot be expressed on the face. After all, she is asking for help now. So he took out the cold iron fan pendant from his bosom. It was carefully placed in Su Qianmo's hands.

It's early spring. And again in the mountains. It's still a little cold. But when Su Qianmo walked into the pavilion. But he sensed a rather warm illusion. Here is the stone table between the two. It seems a little too warm.

Yin Mufeng's gaze focused on the old man's palm. It was a fan pendant with extremely fine carving. The material is made of ice on the border of the Forgotten Sea Capital. A 10,000-year-old copper stone at the bottom of the sea. Refined cold iron. Yin Mufeng's lips always had a layer of vague smile. Pang Yin didn't look at it for long. The complexion suddenly changed from reddish to purple. And then there was a fishy sweetness.

The dark red blood foam accidentally dyed the fan pendant of the blue end red. There were even some sprayed on the parchment rolls. Su Qianmo was waiting on the side. Seeing this, I can't keep my composure anymore. He was about to ask. Lan Mo crossed the ten-step obstacle very easily. Take a step forward.

"Don't come here." Su Qianmo's words were a warning. The man, who had no temper at all, suddenly changed his face.

All of a sudden. The scene dropped to freezing point.

"Qianmo. Ahem. Pang Yin casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. It was very relieved to look at the apprentice who was protecting his heart. hurriedly explained. "You let him come up. I was about to ask about such a rarity. Whose handwriting is it? “

"I don't know if the old man can make eight of the same." Lan Mo answered unsurprisingly.

Su Qianmo felt the warmth just now. It has disappeared abruptly with the master's blood.

"It will take some time." Pang Yin looked at it for a long time. The miniature carving of this pendant is really amazing. But it's not hard to imitate. It's just that. There is also a pattern below the pendant. Pang Yin frowned. Pick up the diorama and take a closer look. The dragon pattern that hovers and stands straight into the sky. Revealed under the diorama.

This pattern. It turned out to be. Pang Yin suddenly put down the fan pendant in his hand. Hand it to Su Qianmo beside him. He changed his attitude as soon as he agreed. Refused. "This old body can't take it."

Yin Mufeng stared intently at Lan Mo's slightly dissatisfied expression. He and she were both waiting for Pang Yin's explanation. Unexpectedly, the old man did not say a word more.

"Since I said I could do it. How did it change? Lan Mo's eyebrows raised. Of course, she was not in a particularly good mood at the moment. Not to mention the strange atmosphere of the ghost worker pawnshop people as the name suggests. It's just that I've come so far along the road. Come and see two leisurely people meditating. It's really not a proper thing to do.

Lan Mo saw His Royal Highness who was young. has been silently watching the show and not speaking. The heart is even more infinitely emotional. glared at Su Qianmo, who had become cold, again. She snatched the pendant from the man's hand. Masa added. "Neither can it be done. I won't disturb your Yaxing. Leave. ”

"You can't even take the ghost worker. There are not many people in the world who can do this kind of work. Yin Mufeng looked at him and walked out along the same path. The blue end that gradually disappears at the end. His voice sounded like an old wine that had been brewing for a long time. He said it without hurry.

"Your Highness doesn't know. I'm afraid that the man just stole something from somewhere. "Old man Pang Yin. One hand strokes his beard. With one hand, he used the pen handed over by Su Qianmo. Fill in the lines on the parchment roll.

"How so?" Yin Mufeng said. His face was puzzled.

"The fan pendant shading is the dragon pattern of the Beihu Imperial Dragon Clan. Discourse. An ordinary person would hold something from an exotic royal family. It's not that people have problems. What else could it be. Moreover, the true dragon pattern of the dragon clan. Who can describe it. Pang Yin explained. He didn't tell the truth. At least after that's all he says. He touched his nose twice in a row.

Yin Mufeng didn't ask any more. And behold, he had gotten up. "Then it's been hard work these days."

"Hmm. Give me three days. It will definitely be able to repair the parchment roll of Wolong Mountain. The ghost master Pang Yin's face was heavy. He hurriedly responded.

The mountain wind is howling. There was a slight uneasiness. The back of the head of the blowing blue end is straight and confused. After coming to the seemingly beautiful land of Xishu. Her life has not been smooth. Although when she left the mansion of King Ya. It is indeed a valuable royal currency. But today's frustration is like never before. Not to mention the ghost master who changed his face like a flip book. Let's just say that His Highness is sitting like a statue. She just thought. Go up the mountain today. It's not a good decision.

I couldn't help but think of the guy who dragged the oil bottle, and he was still waiting outside the door. She hurriedly put away the fan pendant. Exhaled deeply. Since the ghost work pawnshop can't do it. So. Let's give up on the idea of bringing weapons back for now. Find a random weapon line. Buy a sharp sword. It's still possible. The Seven Swords mantra is not bad for self-defense.

I figured it out. Lan Mo suddenly brightened. Her pace quickened. When looking at the family who was already waiting outside the door. She didn't even bother to say a pleasant word. It is easy to please God, but it is difficult to send God. Lan Mo felt that today's affairs fell on her. But it's the other way around.

If you say how accurate a woman's sixth sense is. It's like Lan Mo's mood at the moment. A leaf glowing with fresh greenery. Fell from a tree peeking out of the wall. The smashed Lan Mo was dazed. Where is the shadow of the Jiang family's boy who drags oil bottles. The silent doorway. You can see the sun setting. A small tornado of dust can be seen in the form of dust. I can see my shadow become narrow. She didn't see the person who should have been waiting patiently for her.

Close your eyes. Carefully identify any breaths in the air that shouldn't belong to you. Nope. Still not.

It's just that. In a moment. In front of the mountain gate where there should be no one. Out of it came a group of people. And the soft sedan that was moved out of it. A beautiful palanquin large enough to accommodate two people. The family moved out of the back room.

Yin Mufeng's pale purple robe was trimmed with white and silver. It was spotless, and even the dim sunlight embarrassed to fall the dappled shadows of the trees. His gaze slid over Lan Mo, who was slightly cramped. A pretended frivolous voice sounded. "Are you waiting for me?"

"Nope." Lan Mo retracted his puzzled look. She turned and descended the mountain path. Suddenly I remembered that I had forgotten something. I couldn't help but say that I trotted back in front of the man who hadn't moved yet. "Wait. Thank you just now. At least give me a chance to die. Let me know that the skill of the ghost master is not as good as the outside world rumores. ”

Don't wait for Yin Mufeng's warm face, how worthy of nostalgia. When she left. It must be a departure without any concern.

"Young master. She was so arrogant. It seems that there is no favor from the young master. "Ling Zhu was wearing a fierce and resolute Hufu women's dress. She responded coldly in Yin Mufeng's ear.

However, Yin Mufeng, who always smiles. But there was no superfluous expression. His face sank. Only asked. "What's going on in Wolong Mountain?"