Mo Li's eyebrows twitched, and he looked sideways at the street.
The dust was flying, and several fast horses rushed to the city gate.
After passing by for a moment, Mo Li saw the anxious and frightened expression on the rider's face.
- Did something happen
The ink carp quietly retreated, hiding into the alley.
"Senior, please stay."
A voice suddenly came from behind, and the ink carp not only did not stop, but accelerated its pace.
When he got to the secluded place, the old man with white hair and white beard turned into a scribe in his thirties in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly changed into a suit, wrapped the rattan box in a cloth, and walked along the corner of the street with his head bowed, and his footsteps were weak. , and from time to time pretended to be sick and coughed twice.
This is the base camp of Fengxing Pavilion. I don't know how many pairs of eyes there are. Even an ordinary person on the side of the road may sell news to Fengxing Pavilion.
Even so, Mo Li encountered several groups of Jianghu people in just one hour.
For example, Fang Cai, just because the dust brought up by the galloping horse did not fall on Mo Li's face, was immediately discovered by a Jianghu person watching the lively on the street, and tentatively called the senior to follow him - fortunately following a martial arts master will lose his life The risk, that person did not dare to get too close, and was easily thrown off by the ink carp.
Now to disguise and dress up, Mo Li instinctively chose the person he was familiar with: the patient.
Which muscle twitches when coughing and wheezing, and what kind of reaction it will have when enduring a sore throat, Doctor Mo can learn it vividly.
The most favorable thing is that no one wants to approach a poor scholar who keeps coughing like this.
"Snapped."
In an inn with a half-open door, Xiao Er, who was inquiring about the news, caught a glimpse of Mo Li across the street and closed the door directly.
There was no time to move the tea shop on the door panel, a woman simply whipped a broom to drive it away: "Tuberculosis ghost, hurry up, what are you looking at?"
Mo Li thought to himself, is it too pretentious
No, tuberculosis is not the symptom.
Really got tuberculosis, let alone carrying heavy objects to walk, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of bed.
The clothes on his body were just out of fashion. These were bought by Cihuitang for Mo Li. Naturally, they could not be really old clothes. robe.
The cuffs and hem didn't even use needle and thread to lock the two sides, it was rough, and the material was poor, but it was a long robe. It was midsummer, except for the old man and the scribes, everyone wore a short jacket. After all, the Mo Li that Cihuitang "knows" is an old gentleman. Now Mo Li looks like he is in his thirties. If he puts on such clothes, doesn't he look like a poor and sick scholar
But the ink carp hasn't approached yet, why do these people seem to see the plague.
Mo Li was a little puzzled, stopped and looked up, covering his mouth and nose and pretending to cough.
"Hey, turn left at the pharmacy on the street ahead."
Madam Tea Shui shouted again.
The guy from the dim sum shop next to him smiled and said, "Why did the tea lady suddenly show kindness and talk so much with a tuberculosis ghost?"
The old woman waved a broom at him, and said angrily, "It's still messy outside, and he ran out as a poor and poor scholar who was ill. He didn't even have anyone to take care of. Either he was homeless, or he was anxious to find a doctor. Help. As long as you can endure it and have surplus food at home, who will run out of the workshop!"
Last night was the death knell first, followed by the palace fire, and even ordinary people knew that the situation was in chaos.
Who is not afraid of death
Mo Li was stunned. He didn't expect that it was unusual for a patient to appear on the street at this time. Ordinary people didn't know how to distinguish the severity of the disease, and they pretended to be white.
Doctor Mo continued to move forward with complicated thoughts. Now that he has pretended, he simply pretended to the end.
As a result, after walking a few steps, he actually met the Jianghu people who had just called the seniors to follow the alley.
The man walked past Mo Li looking around, suddenly took a step, and turned around slowly in doubt.
"senior?"
"… "
Mo Li's fingers were slightly stiff. He had already covered half of his face by coughing. His appearance and walking gait were completely different from before. He didn't believe that he could pretend to be sick, so the other party just met him. See it
Could it be deceiving him? Because it feels strange for the patient to go out at this time
Mo Li continued to cough twice, and the man said helplessly: "Senior, I have been ordered to search for the senior and..."
Maybe it was because he wasn't sure about Mo Li's identity, he didn't say Meng Qi's name out of prudence. The dust is so close at hand, You Ke is silently separated, which fits the characteristics of the person you are looking for below, and catches up in a hurry, and hopes that the seniors will forgive you."
The etiquette can be described as thoughtful, but Mo Li still couldn't figure out where the flaws were revealed.
Makeover, even clothes, how-
Mo Li's eyes suddenly stopped on his shoes.
"...Senior's method of disguising one's face is admirable. I'm afraid there is no second person who has such a skill. If I hadn't been in a hurry and couldn't find a second pair of shoes to replace, I would have been deceived."
Mo Li was expressionless, and slowly put down his right hand that was covering his mouth and nose.
- No, this disguise technique is not magical at all. He may have to learn for a long time on the road of disguise.
"Sure enough, it's Doctor Mo, I'm rude, take a step to speak."
The man had obviously seen the portrait of Mo Li, anyway, Mo Li now looks like a scribe in his thirties, and he is almost done.
-->>
; "Xia Xia's surname is Dan, and there is a nickname in the rivers and lakes, called Shanshanhu."
"… "
Mo Li once again looked squarely at the man dressed as a Jianghu person before him, and said dumbly, "That shocking tiger..."
"My little brother."
"Out of the Mountain Tiger Yuan Ting?"
"It's my brother."
"Treasurer Bao?"
"It's the master below who came to Ningtai City this time on the orders of the master." Shaanshanhu shook his head, and said somewhat incomprehensibly, "Master suddenly told us not to interfere with the affairs of King Ning Chengsi, Let us contact the Quartet and support Qiu Pavilion Master, saying that there will be a big change in Fengxing Pavilion. You and Meng Guoshi have just arrived in Ningtai. Find each other on the street."
Mo Li couldn't help but thank him: "Treasurer Bao is too polite. Brother Meng and I have our own plans..."
A hurried arrow flew through the air.
Shanshanhu's expression changed dramatically, and he flew to avoid it.
As a result, people were in the air, and Mo Li was pulled to the side with one hand, as if dragging some goods. In the blink of an eye, the two figures were ten paces away.
The Mountain Shaker fell to the ground in a daze, and after stepping on his feet firmly, he took a look and found out that the sound of the arrow was just a distracting guise. A dozen blue flying needles were pinning on the wall in the direction of his dodging. A cold sweat broke out.
"Thank you senior for saving your life."
The Mountain Shaker hurriedly bowed and saluted.
His anger turned to anger, but he was very smart, and in front of the men in black who came from all directions, he never mentioned Mo Li's surname.
The ink carp didn't answer, because dozens of sharp arrows came flying.
The strong wind brought the corners of the robe and robe, and the ink carp flicked his sleeves, and the soft force caused the arrows to fall to the ground.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank, he raised his right hand, and threw the sharp arrow "collected" high, and at the same time he rushed forward like a wandering dragon and swept the clouds.
The sole of the foot first stepped on the wall, the second stepped on the falling leaves on the roadside, and the third time when the force was changed, it was only an arm's length away from the person who released the arrow.
"boom-"
"what!"
The bowstring cracked and bounced out, hurting the shooter. They clutched their palms one after another and screamed in pain.
Everything happens in an instant.
The mountain-shaking tiger here saw the dagger in Mo Li's hand that had cut through a dozen bowstrings, and when he lowered his head and touched it, he realized that the weapon on his waist was gone.
The first wave of sharp arrows shot over there were thrown into the air, and one of the arrows collided with the others, sparking unexpectedly, followed by a blast.
"Pili Hall's Primordial Arrow?"
Shanshanhu was shocked into a second cold sweat, and his face was pale.
If Mo Li was careless just now and didn't notice that there was an arrow in it with the wrong appearance, and if the arrow was thrown at will, it would not be injured at this moment, but would also suffer internal injuries.
"Who are you waiting for, dare to spread wildness on the territory of Fengxing Pavilion?" Shanshanhu shouted angrily.
All the people on the street were scared away, and there were only a group of people in black scarves and masks around.
Mo Li raised his hand to stop the Shanshan Tiger from coming forward.
Due to the rush of changing clothes and disguise, the hair could not be properly tied, and just now, the rabbit rose and fell. The movement that seemed to be as light as catkins and fluttering like a feather was actually dangerous and dangerous, causing his hair on the temples to be slightly scattered, and there were a few strands of hair. Slips off, drooping along the forehead and cheeks.
At first glance, such an appearance has the air of spreading all over the world.
"Ningtai City is so tight inside and out that it's not like an iron barrel, but it's better than an iron barrel. Just think about it, what kind of people can sneak attack without so many eyes, even using arrows, these weapons Where did it come from?"
Mo Li's tone was indifferent, Shanshanhu was shocked, and shouted angrily: "Which brother of Fengxing Pavilion? I call you brothers, but do you dare to do it? Your own family is killing each other?"
"Hmph, Shaking the Mountain Tiger, it's your master and apprentice who think first."
A voice came from a distance in the distance, followed by many people emerging from the bottom of the alley, shops, and street intersections.
The man in front was carrying a ghost-headed sword, eight feet tall, and powerful.
"Mr. Qiu has long seen the wolf ambitions of your master and apprentice, and he wants to use the opportunity of King Ning's death to sow discord in the Fengxing Pavilion! Brothers, listen, if you don't get rid of these shameless villains with ulterior motives, we have He Yan went to see the pavilion master, to see Mr. Qiu?"
"you!"
Shanshanhu was charged with such a big crime, and he was furious and wanted to argue.
Guessing that the ghost-headed knife was still not enough, he pointed at Mo Li and said, "The evidence is like a mountain, your master and apprentice have already hooked up with Meng Guoshi and others, and you are willing to betray Fengxing Pavilion. A brother who bows down to please others."
Shanshanhu was so angry that he fell backwards. He was just a little polite, so how could he be servile to please Doctor Mo
Can't save a life as a gift
"Come on, kill..."
The third word of Guitou Dao still had unfinished sound in his mouth. The strong wind was already blowing in his face, and he tried his best to tilt his head, but this "hidden weapon" came too fast.
"Ugh!"
Guitoudao covered his mouth in horror. His mouth was full of blood, and two of his upper molars were knocked out.
A hidden weapon is just a copper plate.
"Following the flames?" Mo Li thought for a while, and imitated Meng Qi to put one hand behind his back and hold the copper plate in the other, "I don't know when Brother Meng and I became a 'trend', it turned out that it was only me and the two of them. , can it be regarded as the sun that others are chasing and fleeing, seeking the momentum of clinging?"