Chapter 11: The Grandmaster

Mo Qingchi who held the sword and Mo Qingchi who did not hold the sword are two people, two people who feel completely different, the latter is a peerless strategist who plans the world lightly, and the former is a peerless swordsman who looks down on the world and is proud of the common people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, no one can help but admit this, even Song Que, who has always been lonely and conceited, can't help but admit this, Song Que's eyes already have a light, although one of his hands still holds the reins of the old horse, but the other hand is ready to pull out the knife on his waist, but he still doesn't have a knife after all.

He didn't draw the knife not because Mo Qingchi was not qualified to make him draw the knife, but because he had already seen that Mo Qingchi didn't mean to make a move on him.

The sword was in his hand, but it was not unsheathed, and soon it hung around his waist again.

When the sword hung on his waist again, the palpitating light on his body disappeared, and at this moment, Mo Qingchi became the pleasing and light Mo Qingchi in the eyes of everyone just now, he looked at the blue-robed man, looked at Song Que, and said lightly: "Now you should understand that Mo Qingchi does have the qualifications to make you move, but now Mo Qingchi can't fight you, because Mo Qingchi is unwilling to fight anyone before he fights Yan Shisan." ”

Song Que understood this, but he still asked, "So this time you invited me to come and watch the battle?"

Mo Qingchi nodded and said, "Yes." After he said this, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and his eyes were already looking behind Song Que.

Song Que led the old horse into the inn, and the shopkeeper was already on standby, leading Song Que to see the guest room and placing Song Que's old horse.

The guest that Mo Qingchi is going to greet this time is not a person, Song Que is indeed a very important person, but the weight of the guest he is going to greet next is not much inferior to Song Que, and even this person's value to Mo Qingchi is greater than Song Que, this is a person who is not inferior to Song Que in any aspect, except for his appearance, of course.

This person's appearance is simply incomparable to Song Que, if Song Que is a god, then this person seems to be like a devil in hell. But no one will ever be disgusted or disgusted with that person when he sees him, and even those who do not know that person's fame will not be disrespectful to that person in the slightest, because although that person is ugly, he has a kind of light and hope that anyone yearns for.

No matter who it is, as long as you have that unique temperament, it is difficult to be disgusted, and the person who looks a little ugly has that temperament, the temperament that is like a bee attracted by flowers, this temperament is difficult for anyone to refuse.

Mo Qingchi stood at the door, Ning Daoqi and Lu Miaozi also stood at the door, and only Ouyang Xiyi and Huang Gongcuo entered the inn with Song Que.

At noon, this lively town in the headquarters is no longer lively, there are not many footsteps on the street, and there are not a few pedestrians coming and going, and the place where this inn is opened is not a very lively place in the town, and at this moment, whether it is Mo Qingchi, Ning Daoqi, or Lu Miaozi, there are not many footsteps heard in the ears, and in the end, there are only one person's footsteps left in those many footsteps.

A footstep as light and soft as a flower, and an old man who didn't dare to compliment appeared in front of Mo Qingchi, Ning Daoqi, and Lu Miaozi.

There are three fairy-looking women behind this old man who dare not compliment, these three women are all women with excellent looks and temperament, but in front of this old man, the brilliance on their bodies that is enough to make any man lose his soul seems to have dimmed instantly, and the brilliance of these three women has all been suppressed by this old man who is not flattering.

At this time, Mo Qingchi had already glanced back at Ning Daoqi, who was as quiet as water, Ning Daoqi smiled softly and greeted him, he walked directly out of the door of the inn, walked to the old man who was slowly walking towards him, and bowed his hand: "Mr. Fu, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The old man in a white cloth robe also bowed his hand, he looked at Ning Daoqi, who deserved to be the first person in Middle-earth, and sighed softly: "I have decided that I will never set foot in Middle-earth in this life and this life, but this time I can't help but break the contract, as a martial artist, I have decided not to miss this grand duel, what about you Ning Zhenren? Why are you here?"

Ning Daoqi smiled slightly, and said: "I heard that Yan Shisan has defeated Mr. Fu and Wuzun Bi Xuan in a row, so I came here to see this person's demeanor, although I am a person outside the square, but the heart of martial arts has not been lost." ”

The old man said: "So Brother Fu also saw and witnessed this battle?" This was a sentence that should not have been asked, but the smart old man asked, Ning Daoqi should not have answered this nonsense, but he answered, and answered very seriously.

Ning Daoqi said: "Yes." ”

The old man said: "Then Brother Fu, do you know who Yan Shisan is fighting with this time?"

Ning Daoqi's hand had already pointed to Mo Qingchi behind him and said, "Now he is the only person who is qualified to fight Yan Shisan in the underground today." ”

Mo Qingchi is a very young person, it is difficult for anyone who sees Mo Qingchi to imagine that such a person's martial arts cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the realm, in fact, the old man didn't want to believe it when he looked at Mo Qingchi, but after seeing Yan Shisan's martial arts cultivation and age, he can't help but believe that this person has this ability now, he took a step forward, looked at Mo Qingchi, he asked in a very hoarse and unique voice: "Are you Mo Qingchi, is it the Mo Qingchi in Yan Shisan's mouth?"

Mo Qingchi smiled slightly, and he said, "If Yan Shisan doesn't have a second Mo Qingchi in his mouth, then the Mo Qingchi in his mouth is me." ”

The old man didn't stop, and said again: "Then are you Mo Qingchi, are you the Mo Qingchi in the mouth of my disciple Junwu?"

Mo Qingchi's realization glanced at the three women who walked behind the old man step by step, and he said, "If Miss Fu hasn't seen the second Mo Qingchi, then that Mo Qingchi must also be me." ”

The old man still didn't pause, and continued to ask, "Very well, then are you still in a wheelchair?"

Mo Qingchi looked at the old man and said, "I have no plans to be a wheelchair now, at least I have no plans to use a wheelchair before I fight Yan Shisan." ”

The old man said again: "Can you draw your sword now, how many swords can you draw?"

Mo Qingchi replied: "I don't know, I only know one thing now. ”

The old man asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Qingchi said: "Now the only person who is qualified to fight with Yan Shisan today is me, only Mo Qingchi alone, and this time the person who invited you to come to Cangmang Mountain to watch the battle is also me, it is Mo Qingchi." ”

The old man was silent, he was silent for a long time and did not speak, and after a long time, he spoke again: "Okay, very good, I am looking forward to this battle between you and Yan Shisan, and I am looking forward to your sword." ”

Mo Qingchi smiled and said nothing, what else could he say when he finished speaking? He didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Please, naturally, I didn't ask Fu Cailin to go, but to invite Fu Cailin into the inn.

Fu Cailin didn't leave, he entered the inn, and he entered the inn with Ning Daoqi and the three women he brought.

"Now the three great masters in the world are only missing Wuzun Bi Xuan. Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in Mo Qingchi's ears.

Mo Qingchi didn't look back, this voice was not unfamiliar to him, he spoke: "Yes, it's only Wuzun Bi Xuan, but I believe that he will definitely rush to the nameless town of Cangmang Mountain before July 14, after all, he also witnessed the duel between Yan 13 and me with his own eyes." ”

"Because he was defeated at the hands of Yan Thirteen?"

Mo Qingchi shook his head: "This may be the reason, but it is not the main reason, Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin are only going to the appointment because they want to know how big the gap between themselves and Yan Shisan is, and how far away they are from the peak of martial arts, and Bi Xuan is the same, he also wants to confirm this matter, of course he also wants to take a look at me." ”

"Look at you?"

Mo Qingchi smiled, a very misty and complicated look appeared in his eyes, and he said slowly: "In addition to telling him about the duel between Yan Shisan and me, I also told him something that he was very concerned about: Although Shaoming, the director of the Iron Riding Club, was killed by Lin Shihong, the sect leader of the Poyang faction, the person who gave Lin Shihong the right person to kill Ren Shaoming, and Ren Shaoming has nothing to do with Bi Xuan on the surface, but the relationship between Ren Shaoming and Bi Xuan is incomparable to anyone. ”

"Could it be that Ren Shaoming is Bi Xuan's parent?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Qingchi's eyes, and he looked at the equally gorgeous woman behind him, and said, "You also know about this?"

The woman said: "I only know that Bi Xuan has a parent and child who are in Middle-earth, and when you mention Ren Shaoming's identity, you can't help but think about it." ”

Mo Qingchi smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Shi and I really have a good heart, you said that if I told Bi Xuan about this, would he come?"

The woman looked at Mo Qingchi with complicated eyes, and sighed lightly: "He will definitely come, if he doesn't come, he won't be Wuzun Bi Xuan, but Mo Gongzi knows what price you have to pay when he comes?"

Mo Qingchi smiled faintly, without the slightest emotion on his face, he said: "No matter what price I pay, this is also a matter after I can survive the duel with Yan Thirteen, I am not even the slightest bit sure about fighting Yan Thirteen now, so why should I think about the future?"

The woman was speechless.

She looked at Mo Qingchi, and she found that this man had changed a lot compared to when she was swimming in the Three Gorges, but at least one thing had not changed—the words spoken by this man always made people want to refute but difficult to refute, and the reason for this was precisely because this man had a different perspective on things in the world than the world, so he didn't come to a different point of view? )