It is a thousand miles away from Fuzhou to Hengshan, Chen Mo simply didn't want to do so much this time, and came to a small city at the foot of Hengshan.

As soon as he grabbed the horse in front of a small inn and turned over, a shopkeeper ran over and grabbed the horse and asked:

"Guest officer, the stay is still sharp."

"Staying in a hotel, an upper room." Chen Mo threw the reins and nodded and said.

When I entered the inn, I saw that this small inn already had a lot of good players, and when I saw Chen Mo coming in, these martial arts people just took a casual look.

Liu Zhengfeng of Hengshan prepared a golden basin to wash his hands, and there were many people who came from all over the world to watch the ceremony, and he didn't care about the appearance of a young martial artist like Chen Mo at all.

Chen Mo inquired about the time, there were still four days before Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin hand-washing conference, he came a little early, freshened up in the inn, Chen Mo walked around the small city, on the street near the city gate of Shangheng Mountain, he saw a tea house that was not small, and there were always people where to rest and drink tea and brag.

"It should be here, but the six monkeys know me, and my face can't be used for the time being."

Chen Mo looked at the people who came and went in the tea house and muttered softly, he still had something to do in Huashan, if his identity was revealed now, it would not be so convenient to enter and exit Huashan;

These days, he has been practicing the fragments of the Yi Jin Sutra and Zixia Divine Skill, and found that the Yi Jin Sutra forged the tendons and quenched the bones to calm the true qi, but the Zixia Divine Skill refined the internal organs and expanded the meridians, and his physical fitness was getting better and better under the mutual inheritance of the two.

He was ready to steal the Dugu Nine Swords, and he couldn't meet the Six Monkeys for the time being, otherwise he would be targeted if he exposed his strength.

Back at the inn, Chen Mo meditated and practiced cross-legged, and after a night, he went out as soon as it was dawn, and disguised himself as an ordinary warrior in his early twenties in a hidden place.

There was a light rain in the sky, Chen Mo knocked melon seeds and looked at passers-by, and after a while, a group of men dressed like ordinary people rushed in, one of them squatted on his shoulder with a small monkey, Chen Mo quickly lowered his head, he didn't want to expose his identity because of the six monkeys.

It turned out that the little monkey on the shoulder was Chen Mo's old friend Six Monkeys in Huashan, this Huashan faction had a festival with the Qingcheng faction in Fuzhou, and at this time they went to Hengshan because they learned that the people of the Qingcheng faction captured Lin Zhennan and his wife of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and the people of the Qingcheng faction came to Hengshan to watch the ceremony with two captives for some reason.

Everything is weird, Chen Mo didn't understand why the Qingcheng faction did this when he read the novel, Qianli held two captives not to mention, the key point is that many people are fighting the idea of warding off evil swordsmanship, Qingcheng is not a big sect, and if you are not careful, you will be destroyed.

A group of Huashan disciples rushed to the corner, asked for some peanuts and melon seeds and gathered around them, Chen Mo turned his back to them and kept looking out of the door, and after a while, a withered and thin old man walked in.

The old man held a shabby huqin in his hand, his face was desolate and dejected, and his body was dressed in a white-washed green cloth robe, but it looked clean, even if it was wet by the dripping rain, the old man still maintained a steady pace.

Chen Mo looked at the old man and smiled slightly, the old man was slightly stunned and walked up to Chen Mo and said:

"The young man is extraordinary, can he be with you?"

"Sir, please be seated." Chen Mo got up and pulled open the bench next to him and smiled.

Respect the old and love the young, although Chen Mo from reality has this habit, he will not help the old man to show off his wealth at any time, don't look at the appearance of this thin old man who is about to die, Chen Mo can be sure that the other party's swordsmanship is much stronger than him, Mr. Xiaoxiang Yeyu Mo Da is the head of Hengshan, he will not treat the other party as a bad old man.

Mr. Mo Da knew that Chen Mo was familiar with famous people in the rivers and lakes, even if he hadn't seen it, he could guess seven or eight points by virtue of their appearance and dress, and when Mr. Mo Da sat down, Chen Mo beckoned Xiao Er and Mr. Mo to have tea, and asked for a few plates of small pastries to put in front of Mr. Mo Da.

"The little brother is polite, it's a shame to entertain the old man like this"

Seeing Chen Mo like this, Mr. Mo whispered in a trembling voice, but Chen Mo said with a smile:

"Old gentleman, everyone is at the same table, and there is just a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, Mr. doesn't have to care about this."

Mo Da nodded slightly, and his seemingly cloudy eyes flashed a glimmer of essence and lowered his head to drink tea and eat pastries, as if he really didn't care about this.

Chen Mo really doesn't care, Mo Da is about to be in his early sixties, and his skills are at least fifty years old, and the cultivation of the Thirty-six Roads of Hengshan Peerless Learning, the Wind and Falling Goose Sword is at least at the level of a grandmaster, although Chen Mo can be regarded as a master among the younger generation, it is still far from being compared to such an old Jianghu.

Respecting others is equal to respecting oneself, Chen Mo has entered several task worlds and understands these better, Mo Da has a withdrawn personality but is not a bad person, as an elder in the rivers and lakes, Mr. Mo Da can be regarded as a person who has no quarrel with the world and deserves Chen Mo's respect.

After a few sips of tea, another group of Jianghu men appeared, Chen Mo looked at them and continued to knock on the melon seeds, and after a while, a young man with three dog skin plasters on his face, and a hunched back with crooked eyebrows and a hunched mouth walked in, he held a long cloth bag in his hand, walked to a table next to Chen Mo and asked for tea, melon seeds lowered his head and did not look around.

Chen Mo took a few serious glances at this time, Chen Mo wanted to take a look at this guy for so many days, Lin Pingzhi, the eldest young master of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, if the story development remained unchanged, he would become Yue Lingshan's husband's little white face;

Of course, Chen Mo didn't have any other thoughts about him, at least from a certain angle, Lin Pingzhi's courage to go to the palace in order to take revenge was very rare, compared to Ling Hu Chong, who even cowered and didn't dare to pursue his beloved, Chen Mo was even more optimistic about Lin Pingzhi.

When Chen Mo was looking, the people at the table next to him began to talk about Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin washing his hands, and a fat man said to the people around him:

"Have you heard, Liu Sanye's golden basin washing his hands is not as simple as it seems."

"What's not easy?" Another asked.

The fat man grinned and said:

Liu Sanye said that he didn't want to participate in the disputes in the rivers and lakes, but the recent rumors are not the case, and the Hengshan faction says that Liu Sanye is the second master of martial arts in the sect;

But everyone said that Liu Sanye's sword and nine geese in the sword technique of returning to the wind and falling geese can already fall five with one sword, which is much stronger than his senior brother Mr. Mo Da, and there are many wealthy disciples in Liu Sanye's family, in order to avoid the infighting of the Hengshan faction, he has no choice but to wash his hands. ”

"Really? If this is the case, isn't it Mr. Mo Da forcing Liu Sanye to retire? ”

One frowned and asked, but Chen Mo saw Mr. Mo Da's brows trembling slightly.