Su Mu and Chen Wu disappeared into the rain curtain under Mo Qingyu's gaze, and Mo Qingyu looked at the direction in which the two of them left and fell into a long contemplation.

"Young master, this person is too ignorant of lifting, it is rare that the young master is willing to take the initiative to show goodwill, he is so ignorant. Seeing Mo Qingyu being rejected in person, Chunxiu was very dissatisfied in her heart.

What he just said didn't seem like he was bragging about it out of thin air. Mo Qingyu said, "It's just that I, Prince Tunan, am a real dragon among people, and the only doorman I have received for so many years is still a real top master, and if I want to be a doorman of the East Palace, I can't do it with his current strength." ”

Su Er, it's a little interesting, I'm getting more and more interested in you, Mo Qingyu thought to himself, and his eyebrows and eyes also stretched.

"Chunxiu, find someone to check this Su Er, and if you can't find it, go check Chen Wu of the Chen Chamber of Commerce. ”

"Young master, why is this? This person has obviously rejected you."

"Corporal Lixian, look at the thatched house, since I am the one who is thirsty for talent, I must first show my attitude, if I am too narrow-minded, how can I attract a truly capable person to come and serve? What's more, I fancy him not only because of his ability. ”

Mo Qingyu fanned the folding fan in his hand and left the Luoxue Building with a smile.

On the way back to the Drunken Immortal Residence, Chen Wu kept asking Su Mu about the gossip about tonight, but Su Mu seemed to be little interested and didn't talk to Chen Wu.

After returning to the Drunken Immortal Residence, Chen Wu still chattered behind Su Mu, and did not have any intention of leaving, out of helplessness, Su Mu went directly into his room on the grounds that he wanted to rest early, and at this time, Chen Wu also saw that Su Mu did not mean to talk deeply, and after telling the shopkeeper to take good care of it, he also went back to the house to rest.

Su Mugang was about to sit down, but there was a gentle knock on the door outside the house.

"Who?" Su Mu asked, thinking that it couldn't be that Chen Wu had forgotten something, right?

"Second Young Man Su, I am a descendant of the Mo family, and I came to deliver the letter for the young master of my family. ”

"I have something to do, let's talk about it tomorrow. Su Mu frowned, he didn't expect this Mo Qingyu to be so persevering, he had already clearly refused, and he sent someone to come so quickly.

"This is not very convenient, Shaoxia, my young master has ordered, if the letter is not delivered to you, I don't have to go back tonight. The voice outside the room said in embarrassment.

"Alas," Su Mu knew that the other party was sure that he would not be too ruthless, but he was helpless, if he let such a descendant of the Ten Masters would stand at the door of his room for a night, it would be too refreshing.

"Write to me, and you can go back. Su Mu got up and opened the door, and said to the visitor who was bowing outside the door.

"Su Shaoxia, the young master also ordered, you must confirm that you have read the content of the letter before you can complete the task. The servant respectfully handed over a letter of fine workmanship.

This letterhead is very touchy, although it is raining heavily, but the letterhead is not damp at all, which shows that this person is also very careful to protect it.

Su Mu opened the letterhead and looked at it, there was not much content written on it, to the effect that Su Mu felt sorry for Su Mu to refuse his invitation first, and then asked Su Mu if he could accompany him to the suburbs of the city recently, and at the end of the letter, he once again put forward his recognition and appreciation of Su Mu, hoping that he would have the opportunity to enhance his friendship in the future.

It's the rainy season in June, and I'm still going out? Although Corporal Lixian is doing -- >>

It's good, but Su Mu doesn't know what Mo Qingyu is thinking in his head.

After sending off the messenger, Su Mu was finally free, he sat down in the room, calm, his eyes closed, magnified his senses to the limit, and when he was sure that no one was snooping, he opened the sword box on the table with confidence.

It was the Green Frost Sword he had just won.

As early as when he was dancing the sword, Su Mu actually felt a little strange, but there were many people present at that time, and it was not good for him to study it carefully in public, now that the sword was owned by himself, he could finally take a good look.

This sword itself does not have much to care about Su Mu, Su Mu probably feels that the material of the sword body is relatively special, so it can exude cold energy, and its adaptability to cold true qi is also relatively good.

But if it was just like this, it wasn't enough to arouse Su Mu's interest, what really attracted Su Mu's attention was actually the words engraved on the scabbard of the Qingshuang Sword.

Although it looked a little sloppy, Su Mu could still recognize that those words were written as a gift to my daughter Qingjue.

The name of Su Mu's mother.

Although it was not yet certain whether this Qing Jue was the same person as his mother, whom he had never met, Su Mu had already realized that there were still many parts worth digging behind this sword.

The font on the scabbard looks very similar to the font that Wang Shi originally wrote to himself, both in terms of shape and meaning.

Su Mu had long suspected that such a wonderful internal strength method as the Snow Mountain Inner Scripture was not created by the local clan of the Tunan Kingdom, but this internal strength true qi could also perfectly adapt to the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, which made Su Mu even more curious about the possible connection between this.

Plus the mysterious swordsman who is dressed very similarly to himself.

Su Mu always felt that there was an invisible net behind the scenes that connected all of this closely, and he was just one of the chess pieces.

In the end, is the owner of this sword, Qing Jue, his mother?

Su Mu stroked the sword back and forth, falling into deep thought.

When there is no true qi infused into it, the whole body of the sword is translucent cyan, and there is a refreshing coolness to the touch, and it can also bring a touch of comfort in this sultry rainy night, which can be said to be the sword as its name.

If the previous owner of this sword was really his mother, how did it get into the hands of the Oiran of the Falling Snow Tower? According to what Chen Wu said, this sword was left to Le Zheng by a swordsman from the Western Regions.

Su Mu kept combing through the information in his mind, but he could never come up with an answer that satisfied him, he was deep in a mystery, but he didn't know how to peel back the cocoon.

Su Mu raised the Qingshuang Sword, the blade swam back and forth in his arm, he could feel that the sword was echoing the true qi of the snow-capped mountains flowing in his body, and a very familiar and intimate feeling came to his heart.

Let's ask when I see Master Wang, Su Mu thought to himself. The Inner Scripture of the Snow Mountain was taught by Master Wang, and the sword skills taught by the mysterious swordsman today are exactly the same as those taught by Master Wang, so he should know something.

Thinking of this, Su Mu calmed down, put the sword into his arms, sat cross-legged with his legs bent, and entered a state of calm.

Over the years, whenever he was a little upset, he would calm himself down like this.

The rain was still falling, and the night was rushing away.

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