This demon Mo Shaoying is a disciple of the Cloud Trace Sect, and he should not have anything to do with the Kunlun faction, but the bad thing is that although the demon is not from the Kunlun Sect, he has learned a wonderful swordsmanship, and the sword art is the martial arts of the Kunlun faction, why can an outsider learn it?

Yes, Chu Chen needs a satisfactory answer. It's just that he has been here for many days, why hasn't he talked about this matter privately with the head of the Tianji Dynasty? Obviously, he has another plan.

Opposite the Shenxiao faction were rows of long shelters, and this temporary place was naturally for people to rest. There are hundreds of tables and chairs in it, and there are all kinds of nuts and tea on the square table for people to take at will, and there are disciples of the Kunlun faction who serve as temporary miscellaneous servants in the meantime.

When Mo Wanxi came to the shed wearing a well-dressed makeup, when she saw this situation, her willow eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle slowly, and she hesitated outside the shed. She thought that she could get some light from her father Mo Xingru, and she didn't have to come out in the hall of shaking light, but who knew that her father was the first to drive herself out of the hall with her mother and senior brother Mo Fangwen on the grounds that it was inappropriate to talk about important matters.

Mo Wanxi knew his father's thoughts, but even if he drove himself and his senior brother out, he had to let his mother stay in the palace, didn't he know that his mother had always been weak? Thinking like this, his heart became more and more uncomfortable, and Zhang Yajun on the side looked at his daughter's uncertain expression, and shook her hand to show relief.

Senior Brother Mo Fang heard that the little junior sister had a strange expression, and he just wanted to move to find a seat, but unexpectedly, Fang Shaoqi, who had never shown up at this time, came over in anticipation, and saw the three of them slowly swinging, and said, "Junior, junior Cairen has seen you." ”

His hands were a little reluctant, his right hand was stiff and slow, and the cuffs were quite long, as if he didn't want others to see what was going on. Mo Wanxi naturally knew that his right hand was pressed with a prosthetic hand, and he also knew that his wrist had been cut off by the second senior brother Mo Shaoying, but Fang Shaoqi, who had a broken hand, could not win her the slightest pity, at least her face was still cold at the moment, turning a blind eye.

Although Zhang Yajun and Mo Fangwen still didn't know about the grievances between Fang Shaoqi and Mo Wanxi, but Fang Shaoqi's forced marriage in Jiangling before made the two of them a little unhappy, they just nodded slightly and smiled and did not say anything, Fang Shaoqi couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he saw it, and finally mustered up the courage to say after a long time: "Senior sister ...... Qi Deficiency"

Mo Wanxi frowned, and said with a pretty face: "What junior sister, I have a senior brother like you?"

This sentence was a pun, Fang Shaoqi lowered his head gloomily and didn't dare to look at her again. He knew that he would never have the opportunity to ask for forgiveness for what he had done wrong. It's just that how should one of his hearts deal with himself? If he can't love it, he will ask for it more and more, and this is probably the root of his pain. Zhang Yajun and Mo Fangwen naturally didn't know what was going on, and they couldn't help but feel strange when they saw Mo Wanxi like this, thinking that even if the matter in Jiangling was unpleasant to both parties, after all, something had passed for a while, and now that the two of them had lived in the mountains for so long, they shouldn't be so separated.

"Could it be that there is some contradiction in this?"

Thinking about it like this, thinking of the situation when he met his daughter at that time, Zhang Yajun couldn't help frowning slightly, but he still opened his mouth to answer and ask for clarification, so that Fang Shaoqi had a step to go down, the latter glanced at her gratefully, and said busily: "That's the case, the acting head of the sect, Uncle Tianji, knows the temperament of the head of the Mo sect, so he specially ordered me to wait for a few here." ”

Mo Wanxi saw that he was not here to entangle, her face softened slightly, but her tone was still indifferent: "Okay, lead the way." ”

The bamboo shed was originally very lively, but when the three of them followed Fang Shaoqi in, the atmosphere became colder. Some of the good deeds had already recognized who the three were, and they couldn't help but turn their heads and point their fingers. Although Mo Wanxi didn't hear it clearly, it was not expected to be a good word. She naturally didn't believe that the second senior brother was the devil in their mouths, if it weren't for her father's repeated instructions not to cause trouble, I'm afraid she would have been impatient at this time.

And the things that bothered her were not only this, just three days ago, the third senior brother Mo Zhongqing and Ding Dong also suddenly lost their news, she knew that the third senior brother would not say goodbye without saying goodbye, there must be some reason for this, but the father was not allowed to find it by himself, and he couldn't rest assured that his mother was not going to be good, so how should this be good?

Listening to the noise in his ears, he couldn't help but feel more and more bored in his heart, but fortunately, the seat that Fang Shaoqi said was close in front of him, and he couldn't help but take the lead and walk quickly towards the empty table. It's just that no one expected that just as she wanted to sit down, a man wearing a hat sat down first.

This not only made Mo Wanxi and the others stunned, but even the people around them couldn't help but look at each other, and the scene was stunned. They knew that the Cloud Trace Sect was related to the demon Mo Shaoying, but they also knew that the Cloud Trace Sect and the Kunlun Sect had a great relationship, so even if they couldn't get used to the Cloud Trace Sect, they could only whisper and secretly slander themselves, but at this moment, this person was openly sitting up, wasn't he afraid of offending the Kunlun Sect who was in charge this time?

But no matter what, this move can be described as very happy, and everyone around can't help but applaud secretly, all of them have wide eyes and an attitude of watching the show. Sure enough, Mo Wanxi's face sank, and he immediately said coldly: "Friend, this place has a master." ”

The man with the hat did not answer immediately, poured a cup of tea with his left hand, took a sip before saying unhurriedly: "This seat has never been written with a name, since it is empty, shouldn't I sit there?"

This person deliberately lowered his voice so that people could not hear his age, but the deterrent power implied in his words was not to be underestimated. Obviously, his internal breath was extremely strong, and it was slightly higher than the roar of the lion of the Buddha Gate, and although the voice was not loud, it had already shook Mo Wanxi's chest faintly.

Mo Wanxi's face turned pale but she still refused to give in, and she just wanted to shout angrily but was rushed by Zhang Yajun from behind, and gently shook her to signal her not to provoke right and wrong, and Mo Fangwen on the right side had already said loudly: "Mo Fangwen has seen his predecessors in the Xiayun Trace Sect, if the seniors are willing to give in, it will naturally be better to be at the same table with us." ”

Mo Fang didn't feel embarrassed when he heard that the person didn't answer, so he calmly turned to look at Mo Wanxi and said, "This square table can seat three people, let's go over and sit down." ”

Mo Wanxi glanced at the man wearing the hat and had to reluctantly agree, but as soon as he moved his steps, the man said again: "I have always liked to be alone, and I don't like to share a table with others." ”

"This ......"

Mo Fangwen, Fang Shaoqi and Zhang Yajun were stunned at the same time, and they heard Mo Wanxi say angrily: "Then I want to sit?"

"Then death is not far away. ”

This person's tone was extremely calm, as if he was not threatening but describing a fact that was about to happen, Mo Wanxi's chest rose and fell, and his angry eyes seemed to erupt with fire: "Don't deceive people too much, this table was obviously left to us by my senior brother Cairen, and now that you are sitting on the toilet, do you want to enjoy it exclusively?"

In his anger, he couldn't help but call his senior brother Fang Shaoqi, who didn't have time to rejoice when he saw Mo Wanxi looking at him, his eyes widened, as if he would say again: "You say two words!"

Seeing that he hesitated, Fang Shaoqi hurriedly stepped forward and saluted the man respectfully, and said, "The junior Tiankui Daoist has seen the senior. This table is indeed a vacant seat left by the uncle of the Heavenly Mechanic to the juniors of the Cloud Trace Sect, if the seniors want to sit alone, the juniors can find another place for the seniors. ”

After saying all the good things, unexpectedly, the person didn't move, Fang Shaoqi's face changed, and he didn't know what to do, but fortunately, the person suddenly answered again: "Are you a disciple of Tiankui Dao?"

Fang Shaoqi said: "The younger generation is exact, and this Mo girl is not only the daughter of this Yunji Sect Mrs. Mo, but also the junior sister of the younger generation, and her Dao is weak. ”

"Well, the wine-colored wealth is really in line with the hobby of Tiankui Dao people, but there is one thing you said is wrong. ”

Fang Shaoqi was stunned, and subconsciously said, "What's wrong?"

The man took a sip of tea and said, "Tiankui Daoist has always been short-sighted, if you say that this vacant seat is specially left by Tiankui Dao people to his disciples, it's fine, but if it is said that Tianji Dao people stay, it shouldn't be, as a Kunlun disciple, don't you know that among the seven sons of Kunlun, except for Tianxiang Dao people, Tianji is the most fair and strict? Not to mention that Tianji is the identity of the acting head of the sect, how can he openly favoritism for his subordinates as the head of Kunlun? So ......?"

The man didn't say anything, but the meaning couldn't be clearer. And Fang Shaoqi originally wanted to use the name of the head of the family to make things smoother, but he didn't expect that the person wearing the hat knew the master and uncle like a treasure, his face turned white, and he didn't know how to respond there. What's even worse is that I don't know who suddenly shouted and coaxed, "See, what kind of rich man is this, he dares to risk his disapproval at this juncture to seek personal interests for this Cloud Trace Sect, what a hero, a hero!"

"What a hero, I'm sorry! Eighty percent fell in love with that little junior sister, and took the opportunity to befriend the future mother-in-law with a little power. ”

"Oh, maybe this Cairen still has some connection with the devil, that's why he helps his "own family" like this. ”

"Although it doesn't have to be like this!, but no matter what, judging from this matter, this Kunlun Sect disciple is not all decent and upright!"