Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 267 Maybe Hers Isn't Spiritual Power
"Miss Zhongli." Nanfeng Shaojue's expression was alienated. He was dressed in a green shirt and had black hair, which looked mysterious in the faint white mist.

Not long after Zhongli Qingmo woke up, she didn't know what happened just now, but she found that Nanfeng Shao was not as warm as jade with her smile in the past, and she seemed to care a little more for her.

Well?What happened to Brother Shaojue?
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The imperial palace of Xi Kingdom, a forbidden area.

The bamboo forest is elegant, and a wooden house is built in the bamboo forest. The sun shines on this peaceful and peaceful place, making people feel as if they have been washed.

Shi Xuanyuan, who was wearing a white robe, was watering the flowers in the yard with a leisurely expression, while an old man with the same white hair and childlike face - Qi Wuji was sitting in the yard.

"Haha, Lao Qi, I didn't expect you to find me." Shi Xuanyuan laughed heartily, and he seemed to be in a good mood hearing the voice.

"After so many years, you still haven't changed at all." Qi Wuji took a sip of tea slowly and said unhurriedly.

"It's good for you. You live comfortably in Ping'an Town. If you don't meet an interesting girl, you don't know when you will come back!" Shi Xuanyuan's tone was also lazy.

Qi Wuji smiled, but didn't say anything more.

At this moment, there was a faint spiritual fluctuation in the air, and then, a figure as tall as a bamboo appeared out of thin air.

The young man has a pair of dark green eyes, wearing a green robe, without any blemishes or ripples in his eyes, as calm as ice.

Qi Wuji's eyes flashed a dim light.

Shi Xuanyuan took a slow look at the boy who suddenly appeared, and said, "Boy, are you willing to come back?"

"Well, I just came back from the General's Mansion." Mo Zhu's lips curled into a clean smile.

"General's mansion? Could it be the residence of Nanfeng's little girl?" Qi Wuji asked.

"This is..." Mo Zhu's expression showed a ray of doubt.

"This is Old Qi! The past...cough, it's all in the past." Shi Xuanyuan said.

"Old Qi." Mo Zhu greeted him with an neither humble nor overbearing expression.

Qi Wuji looked at Mo Zhu, and praised: "Since ancient times, heroes have been born as teenagers, and they are already tenth-level masters at a young age—"

"What?" Shi Xuanyuan shook his hand watering the flowers.

"Isn't it the tenth rank?" Qi Wuji's expression was also a bit stunned. His mental power was different from ordinary people, and he could clearly feel the young man's hidden strength at this moment... It was indeed the tenth rank.

"This kid is just a fourth-order summoner, right?" Shi Xuanyuan looked at Mo Zhu suspiciously.

Mo Zhu's expression was also very humble. A complex light flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled lightly in the next second, and the image in his summoning ring emerged: Mo Zhu, fourth-level summoner, attribute Wood, talent: scrying.

"..." Qi Wuji didn't speak for a long time, he didn't believe that his mental power could sense wrong information, maybe—maybe the young man in front of him used some kind of blindfold.

Shi Xuanyuan said without the slightest doubt: "Old Qi, how long has it been since we met? We must get together this time..." His voice still had the joy of reunion after a long absence, but Qi Wuji's thoughts were It was a bit weird, and I glanced at the young man in the green ink robe, feeling suspicious.

"Tomorrow the emperor summons Nan Fengqing." Mo Zhu said softly, as if he was talking to himself, and also seemed to be talking to Qi Lao.

"Tomorrow?" Shi Xuanyuan frowned: "Nanfeng's little girl is very weird... Mo Zhu, you have been searching for so long, but you haven't found anything?"

"Hmm." The jade pendant around Mo Zhu's waist suddenly lit up, his expression changed slightly, his wide sleeves blocked the abnormality of the jade pendant, but Qi Wuji keenly sensed it, and lowered his head, sipping tea calmly.

"An ancient book says that the spiritual power of a summoner is silver, except for those who possess the destruction talent of the Nine Nether Flames, but she is an exception." Mo Zhu's voice was as calm as a lake, without any waves.

"A person with a talent for destruction who possesses the Nine Nether Flames?" Shi Xuanyuan frowned again: "Boy, explain yourself clearly." He didn't understand, and besides, there is still a talent for destruction in this world?

"That's not the point!" Mo Zhu's eyes were still calm, "Maybe it's not the spiritual power that the south wind blows."

"What is it if it's not spiritual power?" Shi Xuanyuan asked amusedly, thinking that Mo Zhu was joking.

Mo Zhu was silent and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)