Chapter 11, three years of hidden swords

Strategy, intelligence, martial arts, and the city government are all unfathomable, this is Murong Fu's evaluation of Mo Dumping. Murong Fu didn't know what Mo Dump Chi's purpose was to join forces with him to subvert the world, so Murong Fu didn't dare to easily cooperate with Jun Xiaoran and make a big gamble. "Do you hope he can find out something about the Ink Dumping Pool?" Murong Fu sighed in his heart, and then stopped thinking about the Ink Dumping Pool.

He glanced at Bao Wei, who could not hide the shocked look in his eyes, and said: "Yesterday I received news that my cousin and Ah Zhu and A Bi traveled all the way from Suzhou to the north, and now they are in the Songshan realm, and they will arrive in Shaolin within a few days. ”

Feng Bo Evil patted his chest and nodded, and swore that if Miss Biao hurt a hair, I will bring my head to see you. Bao is different and nods in unison with the storm evil.

Murong Fu smiled, waved his hand at the two, and then lay alone in the room thinking about the sentence that Mo Dump Chi dropped: Duan Yu is the prince of Dali, and it is no surprise that he is also the king of Dali, and this person seems to be quite interesting to Miss Wang

"The rivers and mountains, the beauties, the beauties, the rivers and mountains, the ink pouring pool, the ink pouring pool, is this a test that you threw at me?" Murong Fu muttered to himself.

At this moment, Mo Dumping Chi didn't have any leisure to pay attention to how Murong Fu thought about the matter about Duan Yu in a flash of inspiration, and he instructed Nuan Yu and Ming Spiegel to go and call Zhao Minggong over.

Soon, a man wearing a cyan silk hat and a gray silk shirt knocked on the door and walked into the room, Mo Tingchi nodded to the young man standing respectfully in front of him, and did not let this person sit down, and said directly: "What news did you hear?"

"I just heard the news from Shaolin Mountain that Qiao Feng has left Shaolin Temple, and the monks of Shaolin Temple also answered Shaolin Temple under the leadership of Xuan Ci, and no one came down the mountain, and there was no special movement on the mountain. ”

Mo Tianchi smiled and said: "This group of senior monks of the Xuanzi generation are all people with extraordinary patience, and it can be seen from the fact that they can never mention the Shaolin 72 stunts and let Gu Mozhi leave, if there is movement at this time, then I feel strange." ”

The gray-clothed young man saw a smile on his face, and his face suddenly relaxed a little, even if in the eyes of everyone, he Zhao Minggong was already the closest person to the side of the ink pool, but in the face of the ink pool, he still had a natural respect and fear, just like a monkey with a crown of monkeys meeting a tiger of the real king of the forest, it felt very mysterious.

The young man pondered for a moment and said: "Childe, it seems that it is a little abnormal for Qiao Feng to go down the mountain at this time, according to Childe's previous speculation, Qiao Feng should stay in Shaolin Temple and discuss with Xuan Ku and other senior monks how to inquire about how Gu Mozhi will have the Shaolin Temple's secret seventy-two stunts, Childe, do you want me to send more people to keep an eye on Qiao Feng?"

"No, not only do you not have to stare at Qiao Feng, but you must withdraw all the hidden piles of Shaolin Temple, you must be unaware, now the movement on the mountain and Qiao Feng's movement are no longer important to me. ”

"It's Childe, I'll do it right away. Zhao Minggong didn't say anything as before, he didn't ask more, he was a smart person, sometimes he knew too many things that shouldn't be known, it was equivalent to taking a step closer to death, in front of outsiders, he could be impeccable chic and elegant in every gesture, but in front of him, this person could only walk on thin ice.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Minggong raised his head and glanced at the ink pool that closed his eyes and recuperated, and said, "What else does Gongzi have to order?"

A voice sounded in the silent room for a while: "First, Murong Fu's cousin Wang Yuyan and his two maids, Azhu Abi, are about to come to us, you pay attention to it, no matter what happens, don't disturb the movement; She went crazy in front of the Shaolin Temple all morning, and made a great contribution to me, and it was time for me to express it. ”

When he left the house, Zhao Minggong was already sweating profusely, and his back was already soaked. The moment he closed them, he glanced at Mo Dump Chi, who was closing his eyes and recuperating with a complicated expression, and sighed softly in his heart: "Maybe when I am very old and I have achieved fame, I am afraid that I will not be able to forget this person who invisibly gave me a huge pressure."

Shaking his head, he dispelled the superfluous distractions in his mind, and the immediate priority was to complete the things that Mo Dump Chi had explained. He was very conscious, and he knew that if Mo Dump Chi was not satisfied with him, someone could take his place at any time.

No matter what you do, you need to be conscious, and you must put your identity and direction right in a certain position, otherwise even if you have the favor of God, it will be difficult to have the opportunity to stand out from the crowd of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge. If you only evaluate the slight advantages accumulated from the earth, you would have sunk to the bottom of the sea, so what about the famous Mo Gongzi on the rivers and lakes?

It was still early before the appointed time, and the four girls who had finished lunch, including Nuan Yu, Mingjing, Chaohua, and Xishi, as well as the four heroes of the Luo family, who basically took the safety of the ink pool as their top priority as long as there was no task, wandered around the most lively street market in the town.

The four little girls who barely broke into the ranks of Qingxiu were purchased by Mo Dumpchi after getting the first gold after the rise of the business world, and they still look at the four warblers in front of them, and look at the rare things in the bazaar with a smile The innocent little girl used to be a killer who had several or even a dozen lives in her hands.

Over the years, Mo Dump Chi has relied on these four little girls to solve a lot of business. "Behind any aura lurks suffocating ugliness, and behind any success there is a pile of corpses and blood. "Not many people can escape this law.

However, just as Mo Dumping Chi had some emotion, a person who did not conform to this law broke into his eyes. An extremely burly man who looked like he stood out from the crowd walked straight up to him and finally stopped in front of him.

The big man arched his hand and said, "Young Master Mo." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled, and also bowed his hand, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Qiao Gang Leader." ”

This person is Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, and now he is a heroic figure who is eye-catching in the world. Looking at this Mo Dump Chi, who made a blockbuster move in front of Shaomu Mountain, Qiao Feng had no hostility in his heart, nor was he polite, and asked: "It's really good to meet Mo Gongzi here, I wonder if Mo Gongzi has time to talk about it?"

Mo Tingchi smiled, waved away the four heroes of the Luo family, and said with a bright smile: "Mo has no time to catch up, but he doesn't dare to delay the time to drink, I don't know if Qiao Gang Leader is willing to pay for Mo's meal and wine?"

Qiao Feng laughed. Simply said: "Bag." ”

Then the two walked towards a restaurant near the market.

The four heroes of the Luo family and the four maids did not follow, and the eight people had been following Mo Tilt Chi's side for not a day or two, so they naturally understood that Ink Tilt Chi wanted to talk to Qiao Feng alone, so they naturally did not dare to disturb.

Looking at the figures of Mo Dumping Chi and Qiao Feng leaving, Luo Wangsun, the eldest of the four heroes of the Luo clan, who had rarely spoken since following Ink Dumping Pond, opened his mouth and sighed: "In three days, we will no longer have to protect our son like this." ”

The third Luo Jingzhi said with a smile: "The martial arts of the son are a hundred times better than us, how can we need protection, three years of hiding the sword without revealing the edge, just waiting for a blockbuster." ”

The fourth sighed: "The timing and candidates are correct, but the candidates selected by the son are too high and too cold." ”

"What's the matter? Have you ever seen Childe defeated, or do you think Childe will be defeated by Gu Mozhi?" Luo Wentao, the second of the four and the only one who had been saved twice by Mo Dump Chi, said in a hoarse voice, a pair of eyes that seemed to be open but not closed, and this gloomy gaze flashed in his eyes, like a dormant poisonous snake, which made people feel very calm.

The other three shook their heads helplessly when they saw this, obviously they had already defeated the second child's worship of the Ink Dumping Pool, but they could also understand that it was difficult for someone in the world to have an almost flawless existence like the Ink Dumping Pool.

"Childe spent three years hiding his sword without showing his edge, and we spent two years doing our least favorite guard profession, not just for today. After a slight pause, a crazy look flashed in Luo Wentao's eyes, and he said softly: "The rivers and lakes and the world will be surging because of this battle." ”

At this time, the other three couldn't help but be solemn, and their minds reappeared the scene when Mo Tingchi held the sword two years ago, and the Mo Tingchi at that time was even more staring, like a god and demon, holding the sword in one hand, and whispering to himself: "This sword has not been unsheathed for a year, and if you endure it for another two years, it will stir up the wind and clouds, and the sword will be pointed at the people." ”