Qixia town catches the gods, patrolling the streets will become stronger

Chapter 90 Goodbye to the old friend, the full version of Liancheng Sword Art
As the dignified head of the Hengshan Sword Sect, Mr. Mo Da has a good reputation, but few people really know him.

The main reason is that Mr. Mo Da's hobbies are true and somewhat unique.

He is usually too lazy to manage mundane affairs, and he doesn't like to get involved in various disputes. Instead, he likes to pretend to be a down-and-out entertainer, playing the violin and performing arts everywhere.

A sad and sad night rain in Xiaoxiang is very touching.

It is also quite strange in the rivers and lakes.

Numerous curious eyes focused on him, carefully scrutinized, this image is really the same as the rumors.

Among all the people present, only Yan Ming recognized his identity.

While thinking, three figures from outside ran in, they were Lu Yiming, Zhou Dunru and Zhu Xiaoyun from the Hengshan School.

"Master, why didn't you wait for us."

Lu Yiming came over and said carefully to Mr. Mo Da.

In this way, it is completely confirmed, and everyone has no doubts.

However, many people were also curious about what Yan Ming said just now.

What advice?What is taught?
Didn't Mr. Mo just play a song just now?

Is there any other deep meaning?
Why didn't I hear it?

Countless doubts flashed through everyone's minds.

But the most excited ones were Tong Xiangyu and Mo Xiaobei.

The two of them responded the most, and they had the closest relationship with Mr. Mo Da.

Mr. Mo Da is the uncle of Mo Xiaobao and Mo Xiaobei, and the two parties are already related.

If it hadn't been for Mo Xiaobao's accidental death, Mr. Mo Da would be regarded as the elder of Tong Xiangyu's clan now.

It's just that in the early years, Mr. Mo Da had a strange temperament and had been wandering around in the rivers and lakes. Even Mo Xiaobei who grew up in the Hengshan School hadn't seen him much, so naturally he didn't recognize him.

It was only later that the head of the Hengshan School died and was about to fall apart, so Mr. Mo Da came back to take over as the head and stabilized the situation.

Mr. Mo Da wiped his cloudy eyes, looked at Yan Ming, smiled and nodded.

"Yan catcher's words are serious. This old man is just expressing his feelings. He played a piece of music. Different people can hear different things from it. It's all their own perceptions, not to mention any pointers."

When everyone heard Mr. Mo Da's words, they became even more certain that there was another mystery in the song played just now, and there might be a chance!

It must be unusual for Tangtang Yan to thank everyone in public!
Many people's eyes flickered.

Some were trying to recall the tune just now in their minds, some were regretting that they hadn't listened carefully enough just now, and some kept asking the people around them if they had gained anything...

After all, most of the warriors present were at the ordinary Qi and blood level. If there is a chance for a master level to give advice, they will definitely grab the scalp and don't want to let it go.

It's just that no matter how they think about it, they are destined to gain nothing.

After Mr. Mo Da finished speaking, he looked at Tong Xiangyu and Mo Xiaobei who were squeezing over, and a rare smile and kindness appeared on his wrinkled face.

"This is Xiaobei, right? Haha, you've grown up so much. The last time I saw you in Hengshan, you still couldn't speak."

After Mr. Mo Da finished speaking, he touched his body, took out a small brocade box and handed it over.

"This is a small meeting ceremony."

Tong Xiangyu wanted to be polite, but Mo Xiaobei had already accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle. We are all members of the Hengshan School, so we don't need to talk about those red tapes. Although I was young at the time and didn't remember you, I was very kind to you when I saw you just now. Sure enough, we are a family!"

Mo Xiaobei didn't give birth at all, and said with her fists clasped.

"Yo, do you know idioms?"

Tong Xiangyu was a little surprised.

Mo Xiaobei gritted her teeth and said, "Sir, I just taught you yesterday!"

"Not bad!"

Mr. Mo Da nodded in satisfaction.

Looking at Mo Xiaobei's eyes is even more appreciative.

To be honest, although Mo Xiaobei is young, she does have a kind of unrestrained and free spirit of a child of the world, which is different from ordinary children.

"Son, come and see me."

Mr. Mo Da put the huqin across his lap, and freed up one hand to hold Mo Xiaobei.

Instantly explore its roots.

As a result, Mr. Mo Da's eyes lit up even more.

"This child... has excellent roots, a natural talent for practicing martial arts!"

Mr. Mo Da muttered in a low voice, but Yan Qing heard him clearly.

But to be honest, Yan Ming deeply agrees with Mr. Mo Da's opinion.

During this period of time, when getting along with everyone in Tongfu Inn, Yan Ming also paid special attention to Mo Xiaobei.

She has a bright mind and a strong talent. She can learn many things at once, and she can even draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

The key is that she herself is motivated, learning martial arts is like a sponge, making rapid progress.

Thinking back to the original plot, it was the same. Even Mo Xiaobei learned the Sunflower School's acupoint acupuncture.

Only with such talent can he achieve the prestige of the future Scarlet Flame Mad Demon.

Yan Ming pondered in his heart.

"Mr. Mo Da, don't just sit here, I'll arrange a guest room for you..."

Shopkeeper Tong said politely.

She was faintly worried, afraid that Mr. Mo Da would come to the door to take Mo Xiaobei away.

After all, the three of Lu Yiming have been entangled in this matter recently, and now even the head of Hengshan came to the door in person, could it be...

However, Mr. Mo Da waved his hand.

His eyes crossed Yanming beside him.

"Shopkeeper Tong, I have heard many things on the way here. Originally, I wanted Xiaobei to return to the Hengshan School, but now I have changed my mind."

"Really?"

Tong Xiangyu's eyes lit up.

As long as Mo Xiaobei doesn't leave her, everything else is negotiable.

"Do you think this is okay? Xiaobei is still the head of the Hengshan School. She is old and can't handle many things. But she can stay in Qixia Town and take over the affairs of the school one after another when she becomes an adult. For matters inside the door, let the elders help to watch first."

As he spoke, Mr. Mo Da pointed to Yan Ming.

"Before letting Xiaobei go back to Hengshan, I was just worried that there were many petty people with ulterior motives, and she would be in danger, but seeing the head of Yan today, I feel relieved. The Hengshan faction may not be as safe as Qixia Town."

"Senior is wrong."

Yan Ming said he didn't dare to do it.

But Tong Xiangyu was immediately surprised and delighted.

Thank you very much to Mr. Mo Da, and hurriedly greet everyone in the inn to entertain Mr. Mo Da.

Now that the head of the school has said so, the three Hengshan faction Lu Yiming have no objections.

The matter of the head of the Hengshan School was finally settled.

Even if this matter is finalized.

The next step is to see when the official announcement will be made, and chores such as the head succession ceremony will be held.

Seeing that everyone was in a good mood, Yanming called out Lu Yiming and the other three.

When Yanming greeted them, the three of them felt tense.

Ever since they witnessed the scene of Yan Ming crushing the gold and silver elders, they were a little afraid of this young head catcher.

I also realized that the world is so big, there are people outside the people, and there is a truth beyond the sky.

At this moment, I thought that Yan Ming was looking for trouble for them, and I couldn't help but recall whether I didn't pay attention these days and violated the rules of Qixia Town again?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, Yan Ming brought a package, took out three long swords, and threw them to them.

"Our sword!"

The three were surprised and delighted!

Before Mo Xiaobei clamored to eat candied haws, the three of them were ashamed, so they simply pawned the long sword and exchanged it for silver to please Mo Xiaobei.

I didn't have any hope at first, but I didn't expect that the long sword could be recovered!
"Yan catcher, this..."

The three of them didn't know what to say.

Yan Ming waved his hand.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not me who pays the money. This is the fine money that shopkeeper Tong paid for you last time. I used this money to help you redeem your weapons. This is the result of my discussion with shopkeeper Tong. After all How can a disciple of the Five Sacred Sword Sect travel without a sword in his hand? If you want to thank him, thank Shopkeeper Tong."

The three were surprised and happy when they heard the words.

"Be careful in the future, don't fight and kill in my Seven Heroes Town, now that you have a new head, you should help each other a lot in the future."

"We remembered!"

The three nodded hurriedly.

Only then did Yan Ming wave his hand to let them go back.

The three held their long swords and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The news that the Hengshan Sword Sect was about to change its master first spread in Qixia Town.

At present, among the warriors in Qixia Town, many belong to some small sects, and they are all from the Jianghu.

Although the Hengshan faction has not yet officially announced the succession ceremony, some people still visited in advance to congratulate them.

After all, this is an opportunity to get closer to the Five Sacred Sword Sect.

Yan Ming will ignore these matters for the time being, and continue to patrol the town.

But in his heart, he was thinking about the song Xiaoxiang Night Rain by Mr. Mo Da before.

Yan Ming really heard the deep meaning from that song, especially the humming sword sound in the final stage.

Although Mr. Mo Da is also a master, his strength is not as good as Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains.

But after all, he has been with the sword all his life, and his understanding of this Tao has been accumulated over time.

His sword skills have reached the point where he has gradually broken away from the gaudy sword moves, and has faintly captured a trace of the essence of sword intent.

This not only requires extreme proficiency in swordsmanship, but also requires a profound understanding of life and an obsession with this way.

Even in the Five Sacred Sword Sect, which is famous for its swords, very few people can touch the edge of the sword intent, and most of them are still stuck in the power of sword moves.

Of course, Mr. Mo Da has only just touched the threshold, and is still far from being able to understand it. Therefore, in terms of overall combat power, he is far inferior to Zuo Lengchan, who is full of icy true energy.

But the general direction is right.

Yan Ming doesn't use a sword, but martial arts in the world are interlinked, and the principles are the same.

Yan Ming's Blood Prison Saber Technique is close to the third level of perfection. The subtlety and proficiency of the pure Saber Technique has rarely met opponents at the same stage.

However, with successive breakthroughs, his understanding of sword techniques gradually improved, and he always felt that there was still something not enough.

The more the move reaches the end, the more limited the room for improvement, and gradually becomes weak.

And Mr. Mo Da's piano sound and sword sound seemed to be guided by decades of experience in the master realm, which made him feel something, so he just thanked him just now.

"You have to think about it when you go back. In addition, there are also the newly obtained Five Saint Service Spirit Art and the Blood Prison Containing Sword Art..."

Yan Ming thought about it.

Two days later, Mr. Mo Da led the three of Lu Yiming to prepare to leave.

Regarding Mo Xiaobei's succession as the head of the Hengshan School, he had already negotiated with Tong Xiangyu, and his face eased a lot, as if he had let go of a concern.

Mr. Mo Da went back to prepare for the ceremony of taking over as the head, and soon he will announce the world.

Before leaving, Mr. Mo Da said goodbye to Yan Ming alone, and asked Yan Ming to protect Mo Xiaobei.

Of course Yan Ming understood what he was referring to.

Mo Xiaobei took over as the head of Hengshan, and the matter of the Five Sacred Sect was delayed, and someone must be unhappy.

If you are not happy, you may find trouble.

"Senior, don't worry, I'm the headhunter of Seven Heroes Town, Xiao Bei is a resident of Seven Heroes Town, I will definitely protect her well."

Mr. Mo Da felt relieved, bid farewell and left.

Several people stood at the entrance of the town to see each other off.

On both sides of the road outside the town, there were many guards and warriors resting their feet, and they were talking about it.

"That's Mr. Mo Da? It really is the same as in the legend."

"The one behind him is the high disciple of the Hengshan School?"

"Yes, Lu Yiming, Lu Shaoxia, Zhou Dunru, Zhou Shaoxia, Zhu Xiaoyun... Uh, is that a young hero or a female hero?"

"It looks very handsome, and its name looks like a female disciple."

"What is resemblance, I think it is!"

A series of discussions came to Zhu Xiaoyun's ears, which immediately made him frowned and almost got angry.

He has a handsome appearance and a soft voice, and he hates being regarded as a woman by others.

But considering that this is still the boundary of Qixia Town, Zhu Xiaoyun forcibly held back.

Just shake your head and leave.

The group quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Tong Xiangyu took Mo Xiaobei back to Tongfu Inn.

Yan Ming was thinking about looking around.

But suddenly his eyes focused on a figure walking on the road.

The man was wearing ordinary linen clothes, carrying a bag, and his demeanor and appearance were somewhat simple.

His right hand is disabled, with several fingers missing, and he is holding a bamboo stick in his hand.

It seems that he came here in a hurry, and he just arrived in Qixia Town.

It's just that he was walking around while looking around curiously.

The current Qixia Town is completely different from the scene he visited last time, and it is much more lively.

Yan Ming was very familiar with this figure!

"Di Yun!"

"Oh, benefactor!"

Seeing Yan Ming, Di Yun hurriedly walked a few steps to the front, bowed his head and bowed.

But was supported by Yanming.

The two touched their bodies, and a trace of profound and mysterious internal force erupted from both of them.

"what!"

Di Yun was surprised, and said secretly in a low voice.

"Engong, your Shenzhao Sutra...has been practiced to such an extent in a short period of time? This, not to mention me, is much faster than that of Brother Ding Dian!"

Di Yun seemed to be in disbelief.

How long has it been since he gave Yan Ming the Divine Light Sutra?

In this short period of time, it is difficult to enter the door, right?
But Yan Ming has achieved a little bit...

In the same way, Yan Ming also noticed that Di Yun's skill was much stronger than before, presumably because he had improved during the time he was out.

Di Yun's internal strength has been rooted for several years, and Ding Dian helped guide him in the early stage, so if he continues step by step, his strength will gradually increase.

"Brother Di, this is not a place to talk, let's chat while walking."

Yan Ming said, leading Di Yun to a secluded place.

At the same time, I also listened to Di Yun's brief recounting of his experience during this period.

After he returned to Jingzhou, Ling Tuisi had basically fallen, and Miss Ling's tomb was left unattended.

Di Yun easily dug out Miss Ling's coffin, and prepared to bury Miss Ling and Ding Dian together as they had wished during their lifetime.

Ms. Ling's coffin was smeared with the poison of Jinbo Xunhua. Yan Ming had reminded him of this before, so Di Yun was very careful and kept the coffin open without touching it.

Speaking of this, Di Yun's expression was a little melancholy.

No need for him to say, Yan Ming, who is familiar with the plot, knows why.

Because it wasn't until the moment the coffin was opened that Di Yun discovered that Ling Tuisi's daughter, Ling Shuanghua, was not buried after death, but was nailed to death in the coffin by her biological father!
The moment the coffin was opened, Ling Shuanghua's hands holding onto the coffin lid slipped off.

On the coffin lid, there were crooked handwriting scratched by Miss Ling's fingernails.

"Ding Lang Ding Lang, in the next life, we will be husband and wife again."

Even Yan Ming, thinking of such a plot, couldn't help feeling depressed and sighed.

How could there be such a cruel father in the world?

But he met such an infatuated man and woman again.

As Di Yun said, he took out another piece of paper and handed it to Yan Ming.

Yan Ming took a look and saw the words "51, 33, 28" written on it.

It is the complete version of Liancheng Sword Art that Ling Tuisi and others have dreamed of.

(End of this chapter)