Wanbao Pavilion, inner hall.

As the private place of Master Mu Wushuang, the inner hall is rarely open to the public, after all, there are too few big customers like Li Xiaoyao, and Li Xiaoyao at this moment is equivalent to that kind of VIP VIP customer, of course, he must be invited into the inner hall.

What surprised Li Xiaoyao was that the more mysterious inner hall of Wanbao Pavilion was so simple.

I saw that there was only a wooden table, a few chairs, and a bookshelf inside, and then there was nothing, which was even more shabby than the side courtyard where he lived.

But there's a painting on the wall!

In the painting, there is a stone table under a verdant trellis.

On the table, there is a guqin, on the other side, there is a cup of fragrant tea, gently steaming, on the other side there is also a bottle of pocket-sized incense burner, in the furnace, sandalwood, is rising.

On the side of the stone table, under the flower stand, a young man dressed in brocade grosgrain stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky, and on his back was a sword, above the scabbard, simple and gray.

Li Xiaoyao's eyes stared at the painting, and he couldn't help but be a little fascinated by it, because both people and objects in the painting were lifelike.

At the bottom left of the painting, there is also a poem.

Immortals are not immortals, ordinary people are extraordinary

The sword qi fairy wind is natural

Qimeng once shocked three autumn rains

The soul of chivalry is like a mountain of thousands of miles

The mist is misty Kyushu

Grievances in the rivers and lakes are caused and feuded

Flowers rise outside the clouds

A sword wind swept nine days

Li Xiaoyao was shocked, his pupils constricted, and he said secretly: Sure enough!

After Master Mu Wushuang beckoned Li Xiaoyao to sit down, he took the spirit stone and handed it to Li Xiaoyao, the two looked at each other without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became a little solidified.

It stands to reason that Li Xiaoyao has completed the transaction at this moment, and he should leave, but at this moment, Li Xiaoyao did not mean to turn around and leave, but looked at Master Mu Wushuang in front of him with a smile.

It seemed that he was a little hairy by Li Xiaoyao, and Master Mu Wushuang broke this embarrassing situation first: "Ahem, Young Master Li, but what else is going on?"

"Nope. Li Xiaoyao replied crisply.

Master Mu Wushuang's eyes flickered, and a trace of doubt appeared on his wrinkled face, and he hesitated slightly: "Then ......"

Master Mu Wushuang didn't continue, but the meaning of his words couldn't be more obvious.

The transaction is completed, and you have nothing to do, can you please it?

However, Li Xiaoyao still didn't get up, but chuckled lightly and said, "Doesn't Master Mu have any questions he wants to ask?"

Mu Wushuang's eyelids twitched: "No." ”

"Well, I have a question below, and I ask Master Mu to solve it. "I don't know what's going on, Li Xiaoyao bit the three words of Master Mu very hard.

"Young Master Li, but it doesn't hurt to say it, as long as the old man knows, he must know everything and say everything. ”

Li Xiaoyao turned his head and wondered, "I don't know where this painting on the wall of Master Mu came from?"

When Mu Wushuang heard this, his eyes were deep and dark, as if he was a bottomless pit, but his face was still ancient, and he was also puzzled: "I really don't know this old man, it should be a guest official who came to sell it, and the old man usually likes to pour some calligraphy and paintings, and after seeing it, he hung it on the wall." ”

"Oh......" Li Xiaoyao dragged a long voice, and said curiously: "The person in the painting, does Master Mu know?"

"I don't know it. ”

After Li Xiaoyao asked these two questions, he suddenly knew the answer in his heart, so he got up and said goodbye: "Since this is the case, I will say goodbye." ”

"Young Master Li, please. ”

Just after Li Xiaoyao turned around, he asked again unexpectedly, "I don't know Master Mu, how long have you been here?"

"It's been seven years. ”

"Seven years ......" Li Xiaoyao suddenly sighed, and sighed: "Seven years, the time is not short......"

Li Xiaoyao's unprovoked sigh made Mu Wushuang really a little confused, and they all said that this eighth young master of the Li family was an unobtrusive gentleman, and now it seems that saying that he is a gentleman is simply lifting him up......

"And I've been in Baiyun City for sixteen years!"

Sixteen years!

Mu Wushuang's body trembled slightly, and he quickly regained his composure.

Li Xiaoyao didn't seem to notice it, he still seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to mean something, and said leisurely: "Sixteen years...... It's not short, is it...... Life flies by in a hurry, how many sixteen years can there be?"

Mu Wushuang sighed, and seemed to be rendered by Li Xiaoyao's emotions, and couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Yes, Young Master Li is still young, and he is only sixteen, and he is old, and he is already half of his body in the soil." ”

Li Xiaoyao said: "Mu Lao's words are wrong, you are old and strong, the sword is not old, and the majesty is still there, I don't know how many good families you can charm." ”

Master Mu Wushuang's wrinkled face twitched fiercely, could this thing not be adjusted again?

Can?

"Young Master Li has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it. "Come on, at this moment, Master Mu Wushuang finally discovered that this unobtrusive young man seems to be quite difficult, and the meaning of his words is all directed at himself.

"Mu Lao is bright!" Li Xiaoyao stroked his palms and laughed: "Since this is the case, then I will no longer go around in circles." ”

I saw Li Xiaoyao chanting softly:

Immortals are not immortals, ordinary people are extraordinary

The sword qi fairy wind is natural

Qimeng once shocked three autumn rains

The soul of chivalry is like a mountain of thousands of miles

The mist is misty Kyushu

Grievances in the rivers and lakes are caused and feuded

Flowers rise outside the clouds

A sword wind swept nine days

Li Xiaoyao just read the poem in the painting aloud, which was very usual, but when Mu Wushuang heard this, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed: "I don't know how Young Master Li knows about old decay?"

When the words landed, I saw that Mu Wushuang's momentum, including temperament, and even his wrinkled face, suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.

Mu's eyes were clear, and he just looked at the young man in front of him!

Li Xiaoyao was not surprised when he saw this magical scene with his own eyes, as if everything was expected, the expression on his face was still the same, and he chuckled: "Sure enough, it is Senior Lin, it seems that I really didn't guess wrong!"

The other party didn't speak, but was waiting for Li Xiaoyao's answer, he really couldn't figure it out, how did the young man in front of him know about him?

He dared to assert that in the entire Baiyun City, no one would recognize him, let alone just rely on a painting, and even the entire continent, if it wasn't for someone who was absolutely familiar with him, he probably wouldn't recognize him.

He, on what grounds?

Li Xiaoyao didn't answer, but said softly: "My name is Li Xiaoyao." ”

The other party was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "Of course I know, aren't you the eighth young master of the Li family, Li ...... Forehead ......"

Then there was a shock all over his body, and this shock directly shook his whole person into a daze, only to see his eyes widen, his face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice: "You are Li Xiaoyao?"

Li Xiaoyao sighed softly, there seemed to be countless vicissitudes in his eyes, and finally, the corners of his mouth were slightly bitter, and he said a little lonely: "I, it's Li Xiaoyao!"

[Hey, hey, there are wooden children's shoes to guess who the wooden master is?