As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and no matter how bad a girl is, as long as she dresses up well, she will also make people feel amazing.

Of course, it depends on the craftsmanship of the makeup person.

As for those girls who already have a good foundation, as long as they spend a little effort, they are already quite extraordinary.

At least Mojun thinks that with Li Mujun's appearance, under the careful care of Mei Sanniang, the first beauty in Tai'an, not to mention that she is like a fairy, but at least it should be at the level of a sinking fish and a goose.

He declined Wei Shengguang's invitation, and after the latter threw him another "I understand" look and left, he waited outside the door again.

It's just that when he entered the door and saw Li Mujun's outfit, he almost fell under his feet.

"Li Ran?"

I saw Li Mujun wearing a cyan gown, his hair was pulled up high, and he was all tied back into a big ponytail with a long belt, revealing a smooth forehead;

What's even worse is that she is still holding a sword in her hand at the moment, smugly spinning in front of the bronze mirror.

"Isn't my sister very handsome?" Mei Sanniang looked at Mo Jun's expression as if she had eaten Coptis chinensis, and covered her mouth and snickered.

Li Mujun crossed his waist and looked at Mo Jun triumphantly, as if waiting for him to praise himself.

"Why did you make it like this...... Mo Jun pointed at the little girl, and his voice trembled a little.

Mei Sanniang spread her hands helplessly: "My sister asked for it herself, saying that it is so convenient to learn swords, and it is ......"

"And what?"

"And it's going to be safe. ”

Mo Jun's face suddenly darkened.

Seeing this, Li Mujun shrunk his neck, hid behind Mei Sanniang, and looked at him timidly.

"Forget it...... Mo Jun rubbed his eyes, waved at Li Mujun and said, "Girl, go back, thank you Sanniang." ”

"Thank you, Sister Mei. Li Mujun shouted sweetly.

Mei Sanniang touched her head lovingly, raised her eyes, and saw that Mo Jun was really leaving, she was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth, and stopped talking.

Seeing that the two figures were about to leave, Mei Sanniang finally couldn't help but open her mouth, with a hint of grievance in her tone: "The general is leaving?"

Mo Jun turned around and laughed dryly: "Ah, yes, there is something else." ”

Mei Sanniang still had a smile on her face, this smile made people shudder: "I haven't seen you for more than a year, and the slave family still thinks that the general is coming to reminisce about the past, at least you have to stay and have a meal." ”

"Next time, next time!" Mo Jun nodded and said with a smile, and then pulled Li Mujun and slipped out.

Mei Sanniang stared blankly at the figures of the two leaving, her eyes resentful. After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

"Alas, what a envy......"

Halfway through, Li Mujun glanced back at the small courtyard in a daze, thoughtful.

"Why does Sister Mei listen to you so much?" Li Mujun said angrily.

Mo Jun knocked on her head and said angrily: "What do you mean to listen to me, Sanniang is just doing me a favor, besides, aren't people taking care of you?"

"I can see it all!"

"What do you see again?"

"Chaos and abandonment, scum!" Li Mujun gritted his teeth.

Mo Jun felt that she needed to teach her the rules of the Mo family.

When the two walked out of the Mingyue Tower, it was already evening, and although the day in the north was longer than in the south, the sky was gradually darkening at this moment. There are also a lot fewer pedestrians on the road, and the stallholders are packing their things and preparing to go home for a good dinner.

However, there is one place that stands out.

At the end of the long street, there is an old locust tree, which is said to have stood here alone for a hundred years. The tree is large, leafy, shades the sky and the sun, and even obstructs traffic many times.

But the people said that this tree was refined and was the patron saint of Tai'an, and it couldn't be cut down, so the government didn't care too much. Tai'an up to the officials, down to the cloth, burning incense to worship the Buddha in the festival, praying for peace, will also come to worship the old locust tree, ask for a good luck, it is said to be quite spiritual.

"Hey, there's a fortune teller over there. Li Mujun gently pulled Mo Jun's sleeve and pointed to a fortune-telling stall under the locust tree.

"These bull-nosed veterans like to run under the tree to set up stalls, pretending to be ghosts, it's normal. Mo Jun said disapprovingly.

"Let's go and do the math, shall we?"

Mo Jun looked at the old Taoist who was sitting cross-legged on the chair with his head down, and narrowed his eyes: "Do you still believe this?"

"When my father went on the expedition, my mother went to the City God Temple to ask for a hexagram for him, and it was a sign. Li Mujun's expression was gloomy.

Mo Jun was stunned for a moment, and said dumbly: "Then you can go." ”

"Aren't you going? ”

"I don't believe that. ”

Li Mujun glanced at him with a strange expression, and then jumped over like a cheerful deer.

Mo Jun looked up at the locust tree, as if it was like a high mountain, falling into the clouds, which made people unable to see it really, and the old road under the tree, his hair and beard were white, and he suddenly had the feeling of being a fairy wind bone.

He was stunned for a moment, then sighed and followed.

Li Mujun sat on the small wooden stool, frowned, closed his eyes, said something in his mouth, held the stick holder in his hand, and shook it reverently.

"Look! it's signed!" she cautiously opened her eyes and glanced at them secretly. After seeing the wooden stick, the volume instantly increased an octave, and his brows furrowed, and his face was full of smiles.

As if infected by the atmosphere, Mo Jun also laughed: "Are you happy, go back." ”

"Are you really not going to draw a lot?"

Mo Jun shook his head, and then placed a piece of broken silver on the table.

In this kind of roadside stall, a few pennies are actually enough for fortune telling, but Mo Jun only has silver on him, and seeing that Li Mujun is in a happy mood, he doesn't plan to care about this.

The little girl drew a lot of signs and asked for good luck, and she didn't accept the money. The old Taoist priest's eyes as if he were asleep opened slightly, and he glanced at Mo Jun with a slight meaning.

"Then let's be a pleaser, bothering the old gentleman. Mo Jun smiled slightly, arched his hand, and pulled Li Mujun to turn around and leave.

Lao Dao looked at the backs of the two leaving, his eyes were cold, and his voice floated like a hollow valley: "The son is generous, and the old man can't be stingy, count a hexagram for the son for free, so as to take advantage of the good luck, how about it?"

Li Mujun glanced back and elbowed Ding Mojun, but the latter didn't pay attention.

"When the greedy wolf enters the house, the prosperity will decline. ”

Mo Jun's footsteps seemed to pause, but he didn't stop, but clenched his fists.

In his hand, a wooden skewer engraved with the word "down" turned to ashes.

Night is coming, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

It was getting late, and it was almost day. On the streets of Tai'an, a horse-drawn carriage drove slowly, and the high-walled courtyards on both sides retreated in rows, and the surroundings were a little deserted.

On the carriage sat a drunken old man, swaying left and right to the rhythm of the wheel.

This old man is the head of the household in the court, although the person is old, the heart is not old. He had just refreshed himself in Mingyue Tower, and ordered a jar of signature aged wine that only Mingyue Tower had in the entire Tai'an City.

After eating and drinking, and the wine came up again, I started those thoughts.

As soon as I inquired, I learned that Oiran Mei Sanniang was giving wine to the second prince, and there were many sons and brothers at the same table, all of whom were unprovoked masters.

His dantian was burning with a dry fire, but fortunately, the red card was not as particular as the Oiran, and the little goblin's bed skills were really good, making him want to die, and his soul flew out of the clouds. It cost a lot of money, but it was worth it.

It's just that he is still thinking about Mei Sanniang.

There are a lot of concubines in the family of Master Shangshu, which is strange to say, but since he saw Mei Sanniang's performance that day, he felt bored with the concubines at home.

"Hmph! In that green building, you still pretend to be high, don't you have to accompany the second prince? Lao Tzu will get you to bed one day. Tobe Shangshu licked his lips and scolded with a smile.

The car stopped suddenly, and Lord Shangshu felt his body stagnate, and a trace of anger jumped up, so he yelled outside: "What are you doing?

"Who are you!" the guards outside the car ignored him, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Tobe Shangshu lifted the curtain, poked his head out to take a look, and saw a black-robed man stopped in front of the car, holding a knife in his hand.

Lord Shangshu's eyes narrowed, and he didn't feel drunk.

He is also half a figure in the court, he has seen many winds and waves, and the swordsman in front of him has an extraordinary bearing, and his dress is like a person from the Western Regions.

Among the spiritual warriors of the Great Zhou, there are only a handful of masters in the colorless realm, and each of them is a character. Therefore, the guards that are usually hired, even if they are in the Transfiguration Realm, are extremely remarkable. He spent a lot of money to hire six Transfiguration Realm guards, and their combination was enough to rival an ordinary Colorless Realm master.

The aura on the swordsman in front of him was very similar to that of the general, both of them were colorless.

"You are the head of the court?" the swordsman lowered his head, his face could not be seen clearly under the hat, but his voice was indifferent.

"I wonder who this hero is?" he felt strange, this man seemed to have really come to look for him, but he couldn't remember when he had offended such a master.

"I don't know you, and you don't have to, because ......," the swordsman said slowly.

It was not yet April at the moment, but there was a chill in the wind, and Lord Shangshu couldn't help but shiver.

"You're going to die. ”

Flashes of swords.