Chapter 120 The old man’s thoughts

In order to prevent Linglong from causing trouble again, Mo Yu took Mo Qi to some street stalls to eat scraps and scrape together enough to eat.

"Brother, have you noticed that Linglong can find us wherever we go?"

On the street, Mo Qi put his hands behind his head, his face full of confusion.

Mo Yu stopped when he heard the words. He had already discovered this. The reason why he didn't say it was because he hadn't found any conclusive evidence yet. Mo Qi's ability to understand it by himself was beyond his expectation.

When being chased by Qingfeng factions, Linglong arrived at Changping Town first and waited for Mo Qi halfway. Why did Grandpa Linglong of Beiwu Lin appear at the right time? And just now, how did they find the inn?

Once it can be said to be a coincidence, twice it is barely credible, and the third time seems a bit unusual.

"The methods of these two grandsons are both cunning and changeable. I'm afraid they might have done something wrong when they captured you and me earlier." Mo Yu gave the most likely guess.

Mo Qi put down his hand in astonishment, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "What method can you use to chase someone thousands of miles away?"

Mo Yu shook his head and said nothing. He didn't know much about this. According to ancient books, there were some Gu family in southern Xinjiang. Most of them were based on insects. They were treacherous and changeable. Among them, there was a mother-in-law insect that could be traced hundreds of miles away.

Grandpa Linglong was able to defeat Leng Shinan with one move. His realm must be at the sixth level or higher. The real person does not show his true identity. It is useless to use such good skills to steal chickens and dogs.

While walking and looking around, the two finally chose a remote inn to stay.

From entering the store to booking the guest room, Linglong never showed up. The two of them were in no mood to relax because they knew that the other party would come looking for her sooner or later.

Sure enough, Linglong and the other three entered the inn at dusk, coerced and lured the waiter, and then found Mo Yu's room. There was a lot of commotion, and Mo Qi came over after hearing the sound.

Mo Yu let a few people into the house with a dark face, while Linglong put her hands behind her back and looked around the house.

Today, the old man's nerves were twitching. He glanced at him with a look of covetousness. Goosebumps appeared on his skin. He turned his head to look at him, but he immediately dropped his gaze.

"This is Mr. Mo Yu that Brother Mo Qi has always mentioned. I have long admired him by name. My surname is Feng and my given name is Tianci. Brother Mo, just call me Tianci."

The young man in brocade clothes clasped his hands in a humble and polite manner, concealing his previous wretched expression and pretending. Anyone who didn't know would have thought that this man came from a scholarly family.

Mo Yu frowned and raised his hand: "You're polite, I was lucky enough to see Mr. Feng Zhuo Zi on the street today, and I admire him very much."

"Tofu seller, little girl, fruit farmer girl..."

Mo Qiqiang suppressed a smile and tried to dismantle Feng Tianci. After saying a few words, he couldn't help but curl his lips in disdain and spat: "Thieves don't escape, and fragrance doesn't leave the harvest."

After listening to Mo Yu and Mo Qi's words, Feng Tianci felt embarrassed for a moment, but soon became calm, opened the folding fan and chuckled twice, still looking sanctimonious.

"Hey, I'm afraid you two may have misunderstood Feng."

Then, Feng Tianci looked at Mo Yu with sincere eyes and sighed: "Brother Yu, those who have no ambitions often set aspirations, and those who have ambitions set long aspirations. Now that the world is in chaos and the rivers and lakes are in turmoil, our young generation should have great ambitions and be famous for eternity.

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These words were very passionate, and Mo Yu and the two looked sideways in surprise. Could it be that they had really misunderstood Feng Tianci, and that his previous wretched behavior was all an illusion?

"Come on, little madman, tell my aunt what your ambitions are?"

Linglong was bored. She pulled up a chair and sat at the door. Erlang's legs were crossed in a chic way. As for her grandfather, Mo Yu automatically filtered it out.

Feng Tianci seemed to be very afraid of Linglong, and he must have been tricked no less than others. He put away his folding fan, smiled dryly at Linglong, and then pretended to look affectionately at Mo Yu and the two of them.

"To be honest, no matter the grievances in the world or the struggle for power in the court, the only people who suffer will be the common people! Feng is not talented, but he is willing to dedicate himself to save the women of the world from the water and fire, respect the old and love the young, and protect the flowers and jade.

, I must devote myself to it and die..."

"Come on!"

A flying shoe hit Feng Tianci on the right side of his face, stopping this strange man from boasting with great emotion.

Mo Yu and Mo Yu were very happy about Linglong's shoes. No matter how fearful they were about this girl before, the three of them had the same idea at this time.

Slap this girl!

Feng Tianci angrily inserted the folding fan into his lower back, bent down to pick up the shoes, lowered his eyebrows and handed them back to Linglong. He changed his posture and smiled: "Sister Linglong, why are you angry because of the little lunatic? Come on, come on, I'll squeeze it for you."

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Mo Yu and Mo Qi, Feng Tianci shamelessly put on Linglong's shoes, and then pinched Linglong's shoulders diligently.

Linglong enjoyed it very much and shrugged her left shoulder. Feng Tianci then pinched her left shoulder. Linglong moved her chin towards her right shoulder, and Feng Tianci pinched her right shoulder again.

Such slave behavior once again refreshed the understanding of Mo Yu and the two of them, and they completely saw Feng Tianci's character.

This guy is worse than Linglong. He is a sanctimonious, pretentious, shameless, lecherous person who is afraid of hardness...

Mo Yu held his forehead and was helpless, why would he be involved with such a person? There were three of them in one encounter!

"Old man, have you stared at me enough?" Mo Yu couldn't bear it and looked at Grandpa Linglong. His heart was filled with fury after being peeped at like this all the time.

Several eyes looked at the old man. Mo Qi was puzzled, Linglong was indifferent, and Feng Tianci was gloating about his misfortune.

The old man tugged at his messy hair, and with a smile on his face, his folds wrinkled into chrysanthemums, he came over, rubbed his hands and said, "I say, little ghost head, how about becoming my disciple?"

Mo Yu frowned, his heart was filled with confusion, and he asked without knowing why, "Why should I worship you as my teacher?"

The old man circled around Mo Yu, poking here and there with his fingers, smacking his lips in satisfaction like an animal: "You have a very good bone, and you are a martial arts prodigy that is rare to see in a century. Old man, I can make you the best in the world, how about that?"

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There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the entire continent, and no one dares to say that he is number one, so the old man's words sounded like deception and exaggeration to Mo Yu.

"Oh, what kind of kung fu can you teach me?" Mo Yu refused without haste, but out of curiosity, he pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Brother Mo, this old guy is a powerful person, don't ask around." Feng Tianci encouraged him with bad intentions, with a wicked smile on his lips.

Mo Qi glared at Feng Tianci angrily. He didn't need to think about what was going on in this fight. The eldest brother accepted the old man as his disciple, and in the future he became Feng Tianci's junior brother, one level above him.

There was a slight snore, and Linglong fell asleep under Feng Tianci's massage.

Mo Yu stiffened his head and shook his head, interrupting the old man's wish to speak. He looked at Feng Tianci and Mo Qi, one was lustful and the other had a grudge against Linglong.

Having no other choice, Mo Yu stood up, picked up Linglong and put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, then picked up the sword box and led several people to close the door and go out.

As soon as Feng Tianci went out, he saw a pretty girl walking by on the street. His eyes brightened and he chased after her. He had cultivated to the first level of the Second Heaven.

Taking the old man to Mo Qi's house, Mo Qi wanted to go out but Mo Yu stopped him. There is nothing to avoid suspicion in this kind of thing. Good things come from heaven. One more person will bring more understanding.

Mo Yu pulled up the chair and Mo Qi stood behind him. The old man sat down on the table and chuckled: "Old man, I am very capable and possess unparalleled magical skills. I will protect you..."

"Stop, don't put gold on your face," Mo Yu interrupted the old man with a smile and waved his hand: "Tell the truth about the important things. If you continue to be so flashy, I will leave."

"Don't, don't, don't!"

As soon as he heard that Mo Yu was about to leave, the old man jumped off the table nervously and opened his body in front of Mo Yu. A bad smell hit his nose.

"How long has it been since you took a shower?" Mo Qi covered his nose and tilted his head, waving his sleeves to fan the air.

The old man raised his mouth in disapproval, his big yellow teeth stained with vegetable leaves: "Old man, I won't beat around the bush. Years ago, I once made a fool of my grandson who was an old swordsman. He had the temper of a vicious dog. He beat me but still shamelessly chased me for decades.

, in the end I had no choice but to reluctantly make a bet with the old man."

At this point, the old man looked at Mo Yu and found that the latter had no expression on his face. Then he scratched his head and continued: "The bet is very simple. He and I will each accept an apprentice and give each other our money. Twenty years later, we will be each other's apprentices."

If there is a decisive battle, the loser will lose his martial arts."

After saying this, the old man stared at Mo Yu eagerly.

Mo Yu fell into deep thought. What he lacked most at the moment was the guidance of a famous teacher. With Sun Xiangyi's skills, Mo Yu was about to reach the sixth level. When he joined the Killing Tower Assassin Group, he would have nothing to miss.

The only thing he can rely on now is Youqi Sword Technique, which is lacking in martial arts, body skills, etc. He is reaching the ninth level step by step. As he continues to advance, he will only become more and more stretched.

The old man is qualified to be his master, but he has an unreliable temperament and will disappear after teaching half the time. The teacher is his backer, and this guy is not reliable at all. He accepted the apprentice through a bet, and I doubt whether the other party is about to make a bet.

I only remembered it after it was due.

On the other hand, being able to be called a swordsman shows that the other party in the bet has a deep knowledge of swordsmanship. If he devotes himself to cultivating and teaching his disciples, another swordsman may be born!

"I want to know the real reason why you are looking for me." Mo Yu looked directly at the old man. This kind of matter involving life and death must be done with extreme caution.

The old man dodges his eyes and talks to his left side, which makes Mo Yu even more sure that this old guy is hiding something and has evil intentions.

"In that case, you can find someone else."

Mo Yu sneered, and Mo Qiu pushed the old man outward.

"etc,"

When he was pushed to the threshold, the old man grabbed the wood on both sides of the door with both hands, spitting and pushing Mo Qi away, carelessly rushed in front of Mo Yu, and patted the table.

"It's not interesting. Old man, I saw that your boy is very good with the sword, so I wanted to defeat him with the old swordsman's best skill during the bet."

"That's all?" Mo Yu raised his eyebrows and squinted.

"Just..." The old man's face twitched, he swallowed and changed his words temporarily: "Well, the little madman has mastered the essence of my dissoluteness. It would be a pity to lose him."

"You mean it doesn't matter if I'm useless?!"

Mo Yu was so angry that he laughed, what did this old guy say? He had already decided that he would lose the bet, but he still said that he should defeat the other party in the way he was best at. This was contradictory and he was clearly looking for a scapegoat!

"That's not what I meant."

Seeing Mo Yu's ugly face, the old man waved his hands hurriedly and paced back and forth anxiously, thinking about how to speak appropriately.

After seven or eight breaths, he finally thought of a perfect reason. He looked at Mo Yu with bright eyes and said slyly: "You agree to be my apprentice, and I will get you the martial arts skills of various sects."
Chapter completed!