Ji Yaoxue's delicate body trembled slightly and she turned her head to look.
Not far away, a monk who looked like a handsome scholar walked over. He wore a long-sleeved blue shirt with fluttering skirts. He had clear eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
Ji Yaoxue was stunned. For a moment, she felt a little dazed and remained silent for a long time.
For some reason, Ji Yaoxue felt her nose sore and her eyes gradually turned red.
This figure has appeared in my mind countless times.
Now that she saw it, she felt a little unreal.
There seemed to be no other sounds in her ears, and the words were always echoing: "Miss Ji, you are well."
"Okay, it turns out that you and Mr. Mo have known each other for a long time. It's so hard for you to hide it from me!" Bai Yuhan came to Ji Yaoxue and whispered.
Hearing these words, Ji Yaoxue gradually came back to her senses, and the man in green shirt had also approached.
"Bai Yuhan has met Mr. Mo."
Bai Yuhan quickly stood up and cupped his hands.
The man in green shirt just nodded, turned his eyes, and fell on Ji Yaoxue's beautiful face again, with a hint of smile in his eyes.
Bai Yuhan looked at Ji Yaoxue and then at the man in green shirt.
She couldn't understand it.
If they knew each other, why didn't they say a word
If you don't know him, what did Mr. Cai Mo mean by that sentence
"Are you Mr. Mo?"
After a while, Ji Yaoxue finally spoke.
"It seems so." The man in blue shirt nodded.
"Then should I call you Mr. Su, Mr. Mo, or... Zi Mo?"
"It's up to you."
As soon as the words fell, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, just like before.
"sit down."
Su Zimo pointed to the stone bench next to him and sat down with Ji Yaoxue.
Bai Yuhan was stunned on the spot, unable to recover for a while.
"What Mr. Su, what Mr. Zimo?"
Bai Yuhan turned his head, quickly returned to Ji Yaoxue, and asked with a confused look: "Yaoxue, what did you mean by Mr. Su and Zi Mo just now? This, this is Mo Ling, Mr. Mo!"
Ji Yaoxue smiled without saying a word and turned to look at Su Zimo.
Su Zimo glanced at Bai Yuhan and said calmly: "Let's get acquainted again, Su Zimo."
"Which Su Zimo?"
Bai Yuhan was a little confused and asked subconsciously.
"Yan Kingdom, Su Zimo."
"ah!"
Bai Yuhan exclaimed, his face full of disbelief, and he lost his voice: "Are you the useless Su Zimo who can't practice and has no spiritual roots?"
Hearing the word 'waste', Ji Yaoxue frowned, looked slightly sideways, and said softly: "Sister Bai!"
Nian Qi showed displeasure and couldn't help but said: "Commander Bai, why are you talking like this? If my young master is a useless person, who else in the world is not a useless person?"
"This, how is this possible?"
For a moment, Bai Yuhan couldn't accept it. His eyes were looking back and forth at Su Zimo, Ji Yaoxue, Nian Qi, and Su Xiaoning, but he found that no one seemed to be joking.
In Bai Yuhan's impression, Su Zimo from Yan State and Mr. Mo in front of him were completely different worlds!
One is in the sky and is the number one weapon refiner in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is so famous that almost all Jindan masters want to make friends with him.
One is underground, from a small vassal state, in a remote place, has no spiritual roots, cannot practice cultivation, and is the most ordinary mortal in the mortal world.
How could two people become one
Su Zimo smiled and said lightly: "Yes, there are many impossible things in this world."
Ji Yaoxue changed the topic and asked curiously: "Why are you called Mo Ling?"
Su Zimo pointed to the plaque on the door and said: "Mo Ling is just the name of the weapon refining workshop. Others subconsciously thought that my name was Mo Ling. I was too lazy to explain, so it spread like this."
"I can't believe that after several years of not seeing you, you have changed so much. You have become Mr. Mo, who is famous all over the royal city. It's hard to even meet him." Ji Yaoxue said jokingly.
Su Zimo also smiled and said: "The names of the three princesses of the Zhou Dynasty have been reported, how dare I not see them."
"puff!"
Ji Yaoxue covered her mouth and chuckled, gave Bai Yuhan a rollicking look, and said, "It's all sister Bai's random shouting."
In Bai Yuhan's eyes, Ji Yaoxue seemed to have changed since she met Su Zimo. The sorrow between her brows was gone, her beautiful eyes were like water, she spoke and smiled sweetly, and was extremely beautiful.
Ji Yaoxue thought for a moment and then said: "By the way, my father also thinks highly of you."
"It's to Mo Ling, right?" Su Zimo said calmly.
"It's the same anyway, you are the same person." Ji Yaoxue said.
Su Zimo smiled and said nothing.
He knew very well that if the Emperor of Zhou found out that he was Mo Ling, it was hard to say what his attitude would be towards him.
Heaven’s heart is unpredictable.
If Emperor Zhou wanted to kill him in a fit of rage, he would be able to find a sufficient reason!
"The top-quality spiritual weapon customized by the king is given to you, right?" Su Zimo asked.
"Um."
Ji Yaoxue nodded, stretched out her palm, and said with a smile: "Hand it over and let me see how Mr. Mo's custom-made flying sword looks like. Can it catch my eye?"
Su Zimo smiled and took out a flying sword from the storage bag.
The sword is three feet long, and the blade is about two feet wide. The sword is tattooed with mysterious and mysterious patterns. It is a miraculous craftsmanship and beautiful!
Su Zimo injected spiritual power.
Wow!
Four spiritual patterns light up on the sword, which is dazzling!
The best four patterns!
Looking at this flying sword, a flash of envy flashed in Bai Yuhan's eyes.
Although she is the commander-in-chief of the White Harrier Guard, she does not yet have a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Ji Yaoxue took the flying sword with both hands and wiped her fingers on the sword. Feeling the coldness brought by the sword's edge, a warm current flowed through her heart.
"Buzz!"
Ji Yaoxue's fingertips brushed the tip of the sword, flicked it lightly, and the sword trembled, making a clear sword cry!
Just by listening to the sound of the sword, you can tell that this flying sword is the best among the best spiritual weapons, and it is infinitely close to the perfect spiritual weapon!
Su Zimo took out another light yellow gown from the storage bag, handed it to Ji Yaoxue, and said, "This gown is for you too."
Ji Yaoxue took it.
This light yellow gown is very thin and light, with a hint of coolness to the touch.
Ji Yaoxue's heart moved and she injected spiritual power into the gown.
Wow!
Four spiritual lights burst out from the gown, shining brightly!
"ah!"
Almost at the same time, Ji Yaoxue and Bai Yuhan both exclaimed.
Another top-quality spiritual weapon!
And it’s also a rare and top-quality defensive weapon!
Looking at the body lines of the gown, it was almost tailor-made for Ji Yaoxue.
At this time, Bai Yuhan's heart was no longer envy, but jealousy!
This is too luxurious!
How can anyone give away top-quality spiritual weapons as soon as they make a move
Ji Yaoxue lowered her head and pretended to look at the gown in her hand. Her cheeks were slightly red and she was feeling confused.
Noticing Ji Yaoxue's expression, Su Zimo frowned slightly.
He gave this gown away solely because he regarded Ji Yaoxue as a good friend and confidant, not to mention that Ji Yaoxue was kind to him and kind to the Su family.
Su Zimo didn't want to cause Ji Yaoxue to misunderstand.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and said seemingly casually: "I just bought some thousand-year-old silkworms a while ago and refined three gowns. In addition to you, Xiao Ning and Nian Qi also have them."
Hearing these words, Ji Yaoxue's eyes darkened.
But soon, Ji Yaoxue recovered as before. When she raised her head, she smiled and said, "Thank you very much."