Huang Bangfu turned to look at Qiu Tingzi, who was carefully reviewing the battle report between Mo Hao and Duanmu Chuxiong, and asked: Brother Qiu, does he have any doubts about the competition between the two of them?

Qiu Tingzi raised his head, put the battle report on the small table in his hand, leaned back on the Taishi chair and said: I always feel that something is weird, Duanmu Chuxiong has a faster speed and a higher cultivation realm, how could he suddenly collapse and be won by Mo Hao when he has the advantage?

Huang Bangfu thought for a while, and said to Qiu Tingzi: Brother Qiu also feels a little strange when he says this, judging from the battle report and the feedback on the scene, they all agree that the two of them caught Duanmu Chuxiong's mistake in the war of attrition, and took advantage of the fleeting opportunity to turn defeat into victory. However, with Duanmu Chuxiong's strength, I don't think this summary can stand.

Qiu Tingzi got up and paced to the window and pushed open the window, looking at the sunset, he looked at the main road of Chencheng that was about to be lit up and was silent for a long time, and then turned to look at Qian Dacai, who was still settling accounts, and said with a smile to Huang Bangfu: The mystery should be in Dacai's pile of silver tickets.

Mo Qingzhi and Helan Xuanji sent Xiang Jun Hao back to the inn, and Helan Xuanji took care of him, while Mo Qingzhi went straight to the direction of the gambling house after leaving the inn on the grounds that there was something, and he wanted to collect the money won by Xiang Jun Hao. When passing through an alley, he was stopped by a female voice, and when he heard the sound, he stopped to see that a woman in a black and gray cloak was leaning against the corner and waiting for him, and that woman was Rezameni. Mo Qingzhi walked over, and stood opposite her against the corner of the wall, but the cloak obscured Rezaminini's face.

Mo Qingzhi said to Rezameni: I haven't seen you for so many years, I didn't expect to meet in this way, is it a trick of fate or fate...

Rezameni stretched out a white jade hand from the cloak and interrupted Mo Qingzhi's words, and said in a cold tone: After so many years, you still talk so much nonsense, let me ask you, what is the current strength of your nephew Xiang Junhao?

Mo Qingzhi smiled and asked, "Are you actually doing this knife-tip licking blood for a living now?" Is the gold lord behind you so worried?

Rezameni walked over to Mo Qingzhi, and the crescent moon knife with a blue and cold light was taken out from under her cloak and pressed against the collar of Mo Qingzhi's clothes, but Mo Qingzhi had no intention of resisting. Rezameni lifted the cloak and hat that covered her face with her other hand to reveal her delicate face, and still said in a cold tone: I don't know and am not interested in understanding your dirty hookups, I am just ordered to take money to do things, so are you going to answer my question?

Mo Qingzhi gently pinched the blade at the neck with two fingers, keeping it away from his neck, and then looked at the beauty in front of him with affectionate eyes, and said: What you have personally experienced and seen with your own eyes is all his true strength, and he relies not only on strength, but more often on his brain, which can defeat the strong with the weak, and come out alive after a year of training in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Rezameni stared into Mo Qingzhi's eyes, as if trying to read the truth of what she was saying. After a moment, she took two steps back, put the meniscus knife back into her cloak, put on the hat of the cloak to cover her face, and said to Mo Qingzhi: "Believe your words, let me give you a letter over there."

As soon as the words fell, a letterhead flew out of Rezameni's cloak like a flying knife and pierced it on the wooden pillar on the side of Mo Qingzhi's face, and it was obvious that Rezamini's skills had improved a lot. Mo Qingzhi stretched out his hand to take down the letterhead and opened it to read it quickly, and his face became a little unhappy after reading the letter. He just wanted to ask a few more reasons but there was no trace of Rezameni, Mo Qingzhi had to prepare to leave in a huff, but found that he was too relaxed just now, and she secretly buried a number of shadow cones and trapped himself here. Mo Qingzhi had to smile bitterly secretly, thinking that this little girl still had a grudge against him, otherwise he wouldn't have spoofed him like this.

Chen Cheng outside Guangxuan Building

When night falls, the city of Chencheng is still quite beautiful, and 10,000 street lamps decorate this prosperous ancient city with golden brilliance. At this moment, Xiang Junhao and Helan Xuanji are actually sitting on the top of the highest roof of Guangxuan Tower, climbing the city tower to watch the night view overlooking the ancient city, looking at the rows of buildings in the distance, looking at the ancient streets and alleys with colored lanterns, making people unconsciously immersed in this gorgeous night, but tonight the moon is covered by thick clouds, and there is a little less interesting atmosphere. However, the two did not lean on each other to enjoy the street view as they imagined, and they did not know where to get a small oven and some meat to roast meat on the roof. Helan Xuanji also lost the Sven who ate on weekdays, but ate in large chunks regardless of the image, and Xiang Junhao was mainly responsible for the barbecue on the side.

Mo Qingzhi quietly came behind the two of them unconsciously, carrying a pot of wine in his hand. I don't know how he found it, but he came up quietly and really scared the two sisters. handed Jun Hao a skewer of meat, and then reached out to take Mo Qingzhi's wine, but was slapped on the back of his hand by Mo Qingzhi, Mo Qingzhi said: What do children learn to drink, and you will drink it after the coming-of-age ceremony!

Helan Xuanji asked: "Uncle Shi, you calculated with your junior brother again, and then bet?"

Mo Qingzhi finished a bunch of meat, and said seriously: This is called making full use of and mobilizing resources, relying on the advantages of information asymmetry to win wealth, but this is also a great risk, it has a lot of uncertainty!

Xiang Junhao handed Mo Qing another string of meat and asked, "Uncle Shi, how much did you win this time?"

Mo Qing smiled and said: The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and your eating and drinking are indispensable.

Mo Qingzhi took a sip of meat skewers, and said to Xiang Junhao seriously as soon as he changed his style: The original plan was to separate from your senior sister here, she went to Shengjing to participate in the Lingqi exam, and the two of us continued to go south to practice. Now the plan has changed, you will take the Lingqi exam in advance this year, and let's set off early tomorrow morning, Shengjing!

Helan Xuanji and Xiang Junhao looked at Mo Qingzhi in surprise, and Helan Xuanji asked, "Uncle Shi, is something wrong?"

Mo Qingzhi said while eating: It's nothing, it's just that participating in Lingqi is more useful for Jun Hao's cultivation.

Mo Qingzhi, who was faintly aware of Jun Hao, did not tell the whole truth, but since he didn't want to say that he didn't continue to ask, it was just that Xiang Jun Hao remembered what Rezameni said to himself at this time, don't believe Mo Qingzhi's words, which made him have a trace of doubt in his heart, as if there was a pair of invisible hands behind Mo Qingzhi controlling their training path.

The next day, the Plum Blossom Arena

The field workers of the arena did not find yesterday's new champion Mo Hao all morning, and the field workers waited at the door of the arena early in the morning to find Mo Hao, and went to the registered inn to find that the registration was fake, and Huang Bangfu, who learned the situation, was anxious, and scattered the idle field workers in the arena to look for it all over the city. Qian Dacai, who got up near mid-morning, came to the arena and handed Huang Bangfu a letter with the words "The owner of the yellow field personally opened", and the payment was "Mo Hao". Huang Bangfu took the letter and asked Qian Dacai while opening it: How did you get the letter?

Qian Dacai took a sip of the freshly brewed tea and said: "Lao Mohao came to my house late last night, handed me the letter, and told me that they would leave today, and asked me to come and bring this letter to you and Uncle Qiu in the morning.

Saying who arrived, Qiu Tingzi happened to push the door in, and saw Huang Bangfu holding a letter in his hand but his face was full of consternation, he walked a few steps quickly to take the letter from his hand and read it, and then asked the two about the ins and outs. Qiu Tingzi sighed helplessly, then burned the letter directly, and said to Huang Bangfu: The matter has come to this point, Bangfu, you have to properly arrange today's main challenge is the key. Mo Hao This matter can stop at the three of us, the content of the letter cannot be passed on to outsiders, and this matter will not be pursued at this point, okay?

Huang Bangfu and Qian Dacai nodded, and the three of them went their separate ways, no longer entangled in the follow-up impact of Mo Hao's matter. There were still some objections and arguments from the audience about Mo Hao's disappearance and the subsequent arrangements of the arena, but as time went on, the public gradually forgot about Mo Hao, and it became just an interesting thing that people occasionally talked about.

More than ten days later, the emperor of Tiansheng was in Shengjing

Xinyi Fang is a very unusual wine shop in the imperial capital, but the location of the store is not in the bustling place of the imperial capital, but in a remote corner of the city. The store is surrounded by hundreds of weeping willows, and the fragrance of apricot blossoms in the backyard gently brushes the green curtain after the spring breeze. There is a pair of words on both sides of the door face, "An arrow piercing the clouds, the old people of the rivers and lakes come to meet." Three bowls of apricot blossoms are white, and the brothers are faithful. "When I entered the store, I saw the pear tables and chairs, the porcelain cups and jade buckets, and the carved wooden walls around the store were all painted with wine fairy poets. The drinkers play the sheng and taste the flute, all of them are talented children, and the waiters hold the pots, and there are singers and dancers.

The reason why Xinyi Fang is so popular is not only because of the good environment, but also because there is a kind of self-brewed fragrant wine - Xinyi, which is liked by both ordinary people and powerful officials, so that the customers in the wine shop are endless every day, and the business is exceptionally good. There are poems that praise: Smell the fragrance and stay drunk and do not return, and know the taste of stopping the boat and penetrating the bottle of ten miles of incense.

Miao Mingrui is the owner of Xinyi Fang, who is very bold and generous, smiling and welcoming people all day long, and treating people with courtesy. But when he started to do things, he never dragged the mud and water, and talked about the faith of the rivers and lakes, and the decision to kill. At the moment, he was in the hall of the backyard giving a lecture to the new winemaking apprentices. He sat on a chair made of Huanghuali with his back against the screen made of thousand-year-old wood, holding the carved long table of Huanghuali with both hands, and the two sons of "Xinyi" were engraved on the screen behind him. Miao Mingrui said to the apprentices with a serious face: Xinyi Fang is not only engaged in wine and meat, but also in brother Xinyi, and in a large way, it is energy. How does the energy come from, from altruism, from altruism, from brotherly faith, where does faith come from, from faith, faith comes from energy...

At this time, Zhang Sibao, the shopkeeper of Xinyi Fang and the brewing master of Xinyi Fang, hurriedly entered the backyard from the outer courtyard, passed through the apprentices kneeling on the ground from the side, came to Miao Mingrui's side, and handed a flying letter. Miao Mingrui paused for a moment, took the letter sideways, glanced at the envelope, and then pressed it on the table, and continued to lecture the apprentices.