Sima Rong took me to a room where wood was placed in the backyard, and I was dazzled by the variety of wood in it.
I have always been afraid of these trivial troubles, and there is always only one principle when picking things—
"Which one is the most expensive and the best?"
Sima Rong smiled: "Miss Zhiyan is not polite."
I have never been polite to Xishanzhu, but now that I have changed my identity, I still have to make an excuse to fool me: "Mr. Sima has such a good relationship with my master, isn't it strange to be polite to you?"
He didn't care too much, pushed the wheelchair to the innermost part of the hut, and took out a piece from under a pile of wood blocks: "The wood here is not cheap, but if it is suitable, this jade dragon blood wood and Liuhe sword are a perfect match. ."
I took a closer look and saw that it was a piece of dark gray wood, very similar to the rough stone pattern on the hilt of the Liuhe sword, and in the middle of the gray, there was a little bright red, looming, seemingly low-key, But it is impossible to ignore those dazzling existences.
At first glance, it is bland and featureless, but at a closer look, it has connotations.
It's my style: "Okay, that's all."
Sima Rong agreed, while wiping the ashes on the wooden block, he said something unintentionally: "But Miss Wen Zhiyan, can you communicate with the first door master in a dream?"
I was stunned for a moment, thinking, did Mo Qing avoid me just now, just to talk to Sima Rong about this? But if you just talk about this, there is absolutely no need to avoid me.
Could it be... Has Mo Qing actually discovered the secret hidden in Zhi Yan's body? Or, Mo Qing has other secrets to discuss with Sima Rong...
I hid my emotions and said as usual: "I accidentally bumped my head in front of Lumen's tomb. Later, I often dreamed that the doormaster asked me to burn paper for her, which is considered a one-two exchange."
"Oh." Sima Rong nodded, he raised his eyes to look at me, his gentle eyes reflected the carefully shrouded lights in the house, a bit hazy, "If this is the case, I'm afraid there is something I want to trouble the girl next time. I'm fortunate to meet the first door master, and apologize to her on my behalf." He said and lowered his eyes, "If the legs are still in good condition, you should kneel down and apologize at this time, but I have no choice but to apologize for this crippled body. Can’t be sincere either…”
His tone was deep and painful, an apology I had never heard when I was alive.
"What do you want to thank her for?"
In my heart, Sima Rong, the master of Xishan, has never owed me anything, and the kindness he repaid to me is far greater than the kindness I gave him. He has nothing to thank me for. On the contrary, he lost his legs when I didn't know it. I, the sect master who promised to protect them from running rampant in the world, should be ashamed of him.
Sima Rong lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the Jade Dragon Blood Wood in his hand: "In the battle of the Sword Tomb, the Immortal Sect was in ambush. If it wasn't for my misinformation, the sect master wouldn't have died somewhere else."
I was stunned when I heard this, but I never thought that Sima Rong would have such an idea in his heart.
But if I want to talk about the truth of the year, it is indeed because I did not receive the news of the Ten Great Immortals' ambush and the sword tomb, so I was so willful that the disciples stayed outside to fight with other disciples of the devil, and went inside alone...
I smothered it, stretched out my hand and hugged the wood on Sima Rong's hand, so as not to get in the way of his hand to push the wheelchair, I walked out and said, "The rivers and lakes are dangerous, especially the people of the devil's way. In the days of blood, I know that in this way, there is not a single glory that is not to be taken for granted. Lu Zhaoyao is such a famous devil, beautiful and smart, she must know the truth.” I After hesitating for a while, he said with a solemn expression, "She was in an ambush and died in a different place. She handled it improperly. I can't blame you. But your apology, I will bring it to her."
Sima Rong looked at me for a while and smiled slightly: "I know that the first door master is not someone who cares about everything. There are not many people in the world who are as transparent and open-minded as she is."
Well, good boy, as expected of someone who has been my right-hand man, he just knows me better than others.
"It's just my life..." Sima Rong patted his leg, "I'm afraid I'll never forgive myself."
After choosing the wood, he went back to the front hall. Sima Rong made a gesture of the wood on the Liuhe sword, estimated the production time, and asked me to pick it up in five days.
He and Mo Qing didn't say anything else. After saying goodbye, Mo Qing took me away.
Leaving Sima Rong's yard, Mo Qing did not lead me directly back to Chenji Mountain, but walked for a while on the Fengzhou City Fair. He was not in a hurry to go back. I saw that the sky would be bright for a while, so I was not in a hurry. .
While thinking about things in my heart, I followed him when I suddenly smelled a very attractive fragrance from the place selling skewers by the roadside. I just moved my nose twice before Mo Qing went there. He went there, and I followed him.
I sat down at the roadside stall and ordered some food. At first, I was captivated by the deliciousness of this skewer, so I didn’t even think about it. I just paid attention to the meat skewers, which are full of ingredients, tempting spices, and crispy when I bit into them. , there is juice in the inside, the coke is crispy and tender, and the lips and teeth are fragrant. I ate a dozen or so strings in a row, until I felt a little full, and then looked up at Mo Qing, who has been staring at me.
I looked around.
But seeing that there are a group of low-level magic cultivators around, drinking three or five, sitting at this stall while eating meat and drinking. Chatting nonsense about the world's major events, it's like they have just stepped down from the positions of successors of the Ten Great Immortal Sect and my Wanlu Sect. They are not very good.
And just now... I, the former sect master of Wanlu Sect, seemed to be the current Sect Master of Wanlu Sect. I just sat on the roadside skewer stall and ate a lot of people with no identity at all. …
No, I was the one who took a hard bite...
Mo Qing asked me, "Do you still eat?"
I licked my mouth, the clown bastard dared to tempt me. I am today... just accept your temptation!
I plan to completely let go of the burden of my past identity, anyway, I'm using Zhi Yan's body now. I didn't see that this little girl had a dry body, and her stomach was so edible! It's all up to her!
I looked at Mo Qing firmly: "Master, I have another ten strings."
Mo Qing chuckled softly: "Okay."
I took another bunch, took a bite, and glanced at him: "Aren't you going to eat it? It tastes good."
He just stared at me like this: "I see you eat." He paused and smiled, "It tastes good too."
I choked my throat.
I'm dying, what did I just hear
This stuffy clown bastard seems to be flirting with me? And I actually... even heard my heart... "thump", the same as when I saw the smiles of the clowns a few days ago.
Unsuspecting, it came suddenly, as if someone had struck a bell in the heart, and after a loud bang, the echoes continued, buzzing and trembling.
I swallowed the meat in my mouth and turned my eyes away, but then I thought, what am I hiding, now I seduce him, he looks like he was seduced by me properly, I should be proud and straightforward Push your nose on your face.
Am I... so shy
I sighed in my heart, and turned my head, intending to be coquettish with Mo Qing, and I also replied with a love sentence. When I wanted to raise my head, I saw my head turned to the side, my hand on my face, slightly covering my face, Mo Qing's eyes were far away.
He didn't dare to look at me because after saying what he just said... Was he shy himself
Could it be that he just blurted out from the legend
I looked at me now, turning my head to look into the distance, pretending to be indifferent, pretending to be profound, just not looking at my Mo Qing, but for some reason, two words suddenly rose in my heart... cute.
I actually thought that such Mo Qing was quite cute.
I turned my head and saw a burly man with a big knife sitting down at the next table at the right time. His knife was so polished that it reflected my face like a mirror. However, when she saw Zhi Yan's face, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
I didn't even realize I was smiling
It's too terrifying. Could it be that there are other souls in Zhiyan's body besides me? I looked left and right, and finally recognized it, that smile would only be me.
I coughed and decided not to look into this matter, so I quickly searched for a topic and asked Mo Qing, "I just thought about it in the courtyard, and I remembered that Sima Rong is the Lord of the West Mountain of Wanlumen, right? I heard that when Lu Zhaoyao was here in the past, he was her right-hand man, so he should be very powerful."
"Yeah." Mo Qing only responded, but didn't answer much.
I had to ask one more question: "Then why don't you want to let him go back? Or, why is he unwilling to go back to Wanlumen? Master, you are already so powerful. With his help, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
"I can take care of the Wanlu Sect. As for his life, it's best to follow his heart."
To maintain Sima Rong to this level, I thought I couldn't do it even before. Mo Qing is... taking Sima Rong as a best friend.
The newly ordered skewers were on, so I didn't ask any further.
It is a big thing that the main leg of the West Mountain of Wanlumen is broken, and it is impossible for this matter to be completely leaked in the arena. I can't ask Mo Qing directly like this now, it will make him suspicious. I'd better go back and ask Zhi Yan first to get a general understanding of the situation, and then I can examine the matter in detail.
And that little round face floating in the room to frighten people... and today Sima Rong apologized to me, saying that I died because the news was wrong. But why is the message wrong
I, the Lord of the West Mountain, after my death, it seems that I still need to understand the affairs of my body.