Zuo Kui did not agree to Mo Xing's request.

Because Zuo Kui doesn't know much about ghost patterns.

Even in which books the information related to the ghost pattern is, Zuo Kui has never found it.

In the past few years of Zuo Kui's Liufangzhai, he has also heard some rumors about ghost patterns in the industry.

What is rumored and secret in the community is often just the reserve information of Liufangzhai

However, in the past few years, Zuo Kui has only been able to learn a few words related to ghost patterns in the chapters of many classics.

He had never found a comprehensive source of information.

For Zuo Kui, ghost patterns are not something that must be understood.

There is so much knowledge in the Six Directions.

Zuo Kui hadn't seen something for a few years, and if Mo Xing wanted to turn it out, he needed to search carefully in the library of the Phantom Building.

This is of course impossible.

Zuo Kui did not hide it, and told Mo Xing the reason as it was.

"Right now, I'm going to participate in the street, and as the Lord of the Six Directions, it's impossible for me to focus all my energy on finding the content of the ghost pattern for the sake of something aimed at you." He said to Mo Xing: "But I can promise you that if you find something new, I will tell you as much as possible." ”

Mo Xing is grateful.

He knew the status of Liufangzhai, and he also knew that any news here was worth a lot of money because of its majesty, and it was a secret.

It is not easy for Zuo Kui to give him such a promise.

Under the guidance of Mo Bei, Zuo Jing learned a little bit of fighting skills, and with the heavy yin gloves, the growth is gratifying.

Mo Bei guards Zuo Jing's teaching every day, inseparable, and becomes a cat at night to rest in the Liufang Zhai.

Compared with Zuo Kui, who never sleeps and reads books, Mo Bei seems much more comfortable.

Zuo Kui reads books day and night, as if he is obsessed.

He was extremely attentive and refused all small talk.

Zuo Kui made up for it in such a cramming way that Zuo Jing couldn't even tease him.

Zuo Jing felt very bored.

There was less than a week left before Hui Street, and Zuo Jing felt bored.

She pinched Mo Bei's soft cat body and said, "Uncle Cat, go out and play for a while?" ”

Mo closed his eyes lazily and said, "What are you playing?" ”

"Anything goes! I rely on nesting here every day to practice boxing and boxing, I'm going to get mold, okay?! ”

"Let's practice." Mo Bei said: "Only by practicing more can you help Boss Zuo." ”

"Then you have to combine work and rest, right?" Zuo Jing said: "I'm not a zombie, I'm a young and energetic girl, if I continue to be bored like this, my aunt will be out of tune!" ”

Mo Bei frowned and said, "Then you just go out shopping by yourself and spend money, don't you like that kind of thing the most." ”

Zuo Jing said: "It's actually quite boring. I want to know if you're a youkai, what interesting things or places to introduce me to keep me fresh. ”

"Nope." Mo Bei said without hesitation.

Zuo Jing's face sank, and she used all her strength in her hands.

Mo Bei let out a terrible howl and shouted, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Let me go! ”

It broke free from Zuo Jing's hand and jumped on the ground to show its human form.

He grinned and rubbed his ribs as he said, "If you really want to relax, I know a place." ”

"Where?"

"West Mountain Maple Forest."

Midsummer has passed, and the maple leaves in early autumn are far from the season of red mountains.

Zuo Jing was disappointed.

"Where's Momiji?! Didn't you say that there are autumn leaves all over the mountains? It's not that you don't want to look good, but after watching it, you will think that sudden death at that time was worth it?! ”

Mo Bei scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Maybe...... I always come to enjoy the autumn leaves in late autumn......"

Zuo Jing kicked it up, grinning in pain.

However, the slightly yellowish lushness still sends a full natural atmosphere.

Zuo Jing walked around the forest for a while, but she felt relaxed.

"Okay, barely enough." She lost her anger and said happily.

However, no one responded to her.

Zuo Jing turned around and found that Mo Bei didn't know when he had disappeared.

Zuo Jing frowned, raised her head, looked at the sun with her hand on the pergola, and said to herself:

"It's just past lunchtime, and it's starting to haunt the wall?"

Still no one responded to her words.

Zuo Jing walked slowly in the maple forest.

Whether it's a fantasy or a ghost hitting the wall, it's no longer exciting for her.

She listened to the sound of the breeze blowing through the maple grove and felt refreshed.

Zuo Jing walked happily in the maple forest, walking briskly.

Soon, her composure bore fruit.

A clearing appeared in Zuo Jing's field of vision.

She walked over and saw that it was a circular glade.

In the center of the clearing was an unusually tall maple tree, which was at least three times as tall as the surrounding maple trees, and was unsightly thick.

Zuo Jing even thought of Boss Gao for a moment.

Under the maple tree, a woman was leaning against the trunk of a tree, as if resting.

The woman is the standard black long direct sex. She looked to be no more than thirty years old, and her face was beautiful. Dressed in a small black trench coat and tight jeans, he has a flat figure and long hair that is shoulder-topped.

The woman seemed to sense Zuo Jing's arrival and opened her eyes.

She looked at Zuo Jing, suddenly laughed, and said:

"Yo, here?"

Zuo Jing looked around and said, "Talk to me?" ”

The woman nodded and said, "Isn't this just the two of us?" ”

Zuo Jing spoke, slowly walked in front of the woman, and said, "You know me?" ”

The woman smiled and said, "So to speak." ”

Zuo Jing thought for a moment and said, "Let me guess, you are ......"

She looked at the towering ancient tree behind the woman and said, "Maple Spirit? Or maple leaf essence? Or is it wind oil essence? ”

The woman laughed, heartily like a man.

"You're a little crazier than I used to be." She laughed.

Zuo Jing was confused. But she struggled to maintain her position, saying, "Who are you?" ”

As she spoke, she subconsciously touched the heavy gloves she was carrying.

The woman patted the open space next to her and said to her, "Sit." ”

Zuo Jing hesitated for a moment and sat down.

The woman took out her cigarette case and gave Zuo Jing a cigarette.

Zuo Jing was stunned for a moment and said, "No." ”

"Really? I thought all female ruffians had to be able to smoke. ”

The woman said this, but she kept smiling and groaning, and she didn't see the surprise of discovering something unexpected.

The woman lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and spit out a beautiful cloud.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zuo Jing became a little impatient.

"Meeting Street is just the beginning." The woman suddenly said, "There will be a lot of hard work in the future." ”

Zuo Jing was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you want to say?" Where the hell are you from? ”

The woman did not answer. She looked Zuo Jing up and down carefully, and stretched out a hand in front of Zuo Jing.

She had a sword in her hand.

However, since Zuo Jing entered the clearing, she hadn't noticed that the woman was carrying this sword at all.

"For you." The woman said.

Zuo Jing subconsciously took the sword, feeling that he had too many doubts, and he was about to short-circuit his brain.

"What the hell is this?" She blurted out a random question.

"Sword."

"Of course I know it's a sword, what kind of sword? Isn't it special? ”

"Of course." The woman bit the cigarette holder and smiled: "This is a high-imitation Zhuxian sword." ”