Chapter 189 Curved Sword Feelings

There were only four acquaintances left. Mr. Liu unexpectedly took a long look at Mo Yu's body, then reached out and flicked it, and a bottle of wine flew from the distance on the stone table in the pavilion.

The wine was specially prepared by Mo Yu. In addition to this pot, there was also a jar of wine, a pot of tea, and a plate of various foods on the stone table.

When Yun'er saw Mr. Liu drinking from a jug alone, he got out of the car and went to the pavilion to get the plate of food. He said with a smile: "Brother Mo, are you preparing this for Yun'er?"

"Of course, it's just a little less, so you can just eat some." Mo Yu replied, sheathed Youqi with his backhand, turned around and entered the pavilion, picked up the teapot and poured it out.

"Miss, the scenery here is beautiful. I want to drive around with Grandpa Liu."

Yun'er returned to the car, chewing some fruit in her mouth, and deliberately said the word "drive", giving Leng Ningxue steps and a reasonable reason.

"Well, don't go too far."

Leng Ningxue hummed lightly, her ears flushed, she took the jade piano in her hand, got out of the car, walked up the steps into the pavilion, and sat down opposite Mo Yu.

The carriage walked towards the distance under the whip of Mr. Liu, and soon faded out of sight. Only the two of them were left in the pavilion, and the unique fragrance of Leng Ningxue came over again.

“It smells so good~”

Mo Yu moved his nose "greedy". Once upon a time, he also said the same word. At that time, Leng Ningxue's heart was floating and her skin was red. Yes, she still had the same reaction at this time.

"When did you come?" Leng Ningxue dodged her gaze and straightened the jade piano with her slender fingers.

"It was night yesterday." Mo Yu replied lightly, and when passing the tea, he joked: "The wine is stronger, I don't know if you can drink it."

Leng Ningxue frowned, took the tea, covered her sleeves with her mouth, and ignored it.

Seeing this, Mo Yu laughed and looked outside. He had no sleep here last night and thought about his heartfelt words all night long, but now he couldn't say a word.

Leng Ningxue put down the tea cup, looked at Mo Yu's side face with beautiful eyes, and couldn't help but recall the scene of the two meeting for the first time in her heart. She was filled with emotion and said to herself: "He is more mature and heavier."

There was silence between each other, and no one continued to speak. Both parties were aware of their feelings, but they were in a world where they couldn't help themselves.

"Ding~"

Suddenly, a pleasant piano sound sounded. Mo Yu turned his head and found that Leng Ningxue was playing the jade qin with her hand, and Meiruo Calligraphy and Painting began to play the qin.

The sound of the piano began to murmur, and the fragments of memory began to dance with the wind. The light passed by, melodious, and Mo Yu lost his mind and was immersed in the music of the piano.

Different from what I have heard before, this piece of music is like a beautiful lady whispering in my ears. In front of my eyes, I can't help but picture a figure dressed in white, Sheng Xue, standing alone by the lake. Flowers are flying, and my heart is lonely. I look back and look at it for a thousand years.

"Dong~", the sound of the piano turns suddenly, the tone is high and sharp, and continuous, as if there are pleasures and grudges in the world, swords and swords are shining, wine is spilled and glasses are flying.

Mo Yu came back to his senses in an instant, put his feet on the wooden railing of the pavilion, and let out a cry with his right hand as he flew out of the pavilion. He stood still, brushed the blade of the sword with his sword finger, glanced at the beauty tenderly, and began to dance with the sword.

Go straight into the situation and break the bamboo, return to the point line, hook vigorously, look at the moon, walk around, and the shadows are like weaving, and the chant of the sword always follows. The dust rises slightly, the leaves fall, the birds scream, and the music of the piano lingers. This is the second category.

Conversations unique to humans.

Two hundred meters away from the pavilion, Mr. Liu drove the carriage to a shady area, removed the horse's muzzle, and let the horse wander around.

Yun'er was bored and yawning. Most of the food on the plate had been eaten, and the other half was cooked by Liu Lao as a side dish.

"It shouldn't be a matter of love between a man and a concubine. They talk about their feelings to each other. Why is the lady playing the piano?" Yun'er muttered, imagining some pictures in her mind.

"Yellow-haired girl." Mr. Liu agreed casually. He didn't talk much to outsiders, but he doted on these two juniors very much.

"Huh, that's what it says in the book. Grandpa Liu, what do you, an old man, know?" Yun'er was angry and retorted with dissatisfaction.

Liu Lao smiled when he heard this, put away the wine bottle, and sat cross-legged to meditate.

The sound of the piano gradually died away, and Mo Yu put away his sword and stood up, looking sideways into the pavilion, just in time to look at Leng Ningxue who was looking at this side.

This time no one evaded, they just looked at each other for a long time, each with their own complexities flowing in their eyes.

After a moment, everyone withdrew their gazes, Mo Yu walked back to the pavilion, wept and sheathed, picked up the wine jar and sealed it, raised his neck and drank heavily. The strong wine entered his throat like fire, and a lot of the wine overflowed and wet his clothes.

"You have a strong evil spirit." Suddenly, Leng Ningxue said.

Mo Yu froze and said with a very nonchalant expression, "It's nothing. Someone is trying to bring trouble on me recently, and I'm a little irritable."

"What kind of technique are you practicing?" Leng Ningxue pointed out the problem sharply, her eyes serious as never before: "It is very dangerous."

"It's hard to get rid of the water, I have something I have to do." Mo Yu put down the wine jar and shook his head to change the subject: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet again after we leave. Will you miss me as an old friend? "

After parting ways, Leng Ningxue's eyes flashed with complexity, she stood up with Qin in her arms and walked out of the pavilion: "Be careful of Chu Cifeng, this person will definitely retaliate for his anger."

"Next time, no one will block that sword for him." Mo Yu spoke from behind.

Leng Ningxue stopped, and after a few breaths of silence, he turned around and showed a beautiful smile, and said warmly: "One hair can affect the whole body. Do you think Momen at this time can compete with Qizhengshan?"

Mo Yu was silent.

"The strong are respected. When you have the strength to come to the imperial capital, tell me your real name." Leng Ningxue left, her figure getting fainter, and only the fragrance diffused in the air.

Mo Yu stood in the pavilion feeling lost, and the tea was cold. Everything seemed like a mirror, and everything was still vivid in her mind. Her last words were both a promise and a goal.

The Imperial Capital, where all kinds of good and evil sects gathered after the chaos in the world, was newly prosperous and mixed. Different from the capital occupied by several princes, the Imperial Capital had no order at all. It all depended on the strength of each sect, so only those who dared to go there were The peak power is like seven righteousnesses and six evils clustered among them.

After standing for half an hour, Mo Yu picked up the sword box and started a new journey.

Back at Mo Mansion, Sun Hannan had been waiting for a long time and followed up in the study to report the results of last night's interrogation.

The five prisoners, each of whom did not carry anything important, were held separately and interrogated at the same time. The authenticity of the answers was compared based on the content of the answers.

There are only three questions: Who are you? What is your purpose? Who is instructing you?

The interrogation process was difficult. Everyone was strictly trained and kept tight-lipped. Especially the leader, who bit his tongue and committed suicide under torture to extract a confession.

The remaining four men in black gradually became shaken, and it was not until Sun Hannan showed the body of their leader that they became truly frightened and confessed one after another.

The results of the confessions were different, but one person still lied. This man was quite courageous and went to hell after cursing his accomplices for being greedy and afraid of death.

"Don't deal with those three people urgently. They will be detained in three directions in the city. There is no need to be strict." Mo Yu had a plan in his mind.

"Does the owner want to play the long game and catch big fish?" Sun Hannan's eyes flashed and he asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's time to counterattack the entire army." Mo Yu nodded.

"My subordinates will take care of it now. This is the information reported by the prisoner." Sun Hannan handed over the envelope and took the order to leave.

Looking at the letter in his hand, Mo Yu narrowed his eyes. It was this group of people who caused him to go crazy and almost never wake up again. Now that he has clues, he must retaliate in kind.

I opened the letter and read it word for word, but my brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

According to what the prisoners said, they were from an underground organization, not a sect. Everyone was dressed in black and masked. At the leader level, they wore gray masks with engraved characters on them. Their teams were named according to the engraved characters, and the team they belonged to

The leader's mask is Zhu Twelve, so the name of the organization is Zhu Twelve.

The masked man who died last night was not Zhu Twelve himself, but Zhu Twelve's envoy. It is said that the leader has four envoys, and every time one dies, a new one will be promoted, and there will never be a vacancy.

The origins were clearly introduced, and the purpose and the mastermind behind the scenes were basically clear. The group received orders from Zhu Twelve and waited a hundred meters away from Mo Mansion at midnight to ambush and kill a man in black, that is, Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was silent for a long time while looking at the letter. This information was very unique, and at the same time it had many doubts.

The organization Zhu Twelve had never been heard of in the world, and Sun Hannan also specifically wrote a note at the end: Unverifiable.

Therefore, this organization is extraordinary. The leader names his subordinates according to the inscriptions on the masks. Are there Zhu Shiyi, Zhu Shi... and then Zhu Shishi?

The killers who kill buildings are ranked like this. They are divided into levels according to the color of their masks. There are one hundred people in each level. The killer a few days ago was Iron Thirty.

Wait, the building killer? Mo Yu's eyes suddenly widened, he caught the strange feeling in his mind, his breathing began to become rapid, and he picked up the paper again

After reading it four or five times, Mo Yu finally put the paper down with a trembling body, his breath was violent, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted: "The Twelve Gates of Heaven! You finally appeared!"

Yes, after careful consideration, Mo Yu is 80% certain that this group of forces is from the Twelve Sects of Qingtian, because he had seen the masks of Langtian and Potian back then, which were gray-white, and the intelligence said that Zhu Twelve's mask was gray.

, is it too much of a coincidence?

Regardless of this point, there are twelve sect leaders in the Qingtian Twelve Sects, and Zhu Twelve happens to be the twelfth number. Could it be that the Zhu Sect Master has twelve leaders, from row one to

twelve?

In addition, this group of people are all dressed in black and masked. Looking at the entire Jianghu, there is only a special existence like Shalou, and there is no other force that can be found dressed like this, except for the mysterious Qingtian Ten.

Two doors!

Maybe he was trying to make a judgment based on wind and shadow, but Mo Yu had already preconceived the idea that this group of people came from the Twelve Sects of Qingtian, or in other words, as long as they were related to the Twelve Sects of Qingtian, he would determine the result and must investigate.

Time has passed, and Mo Yu is no longer the reckless young man he used to be. He quickly regained his composure, went out to summon the Momen disciples, and rushed directly to where the group gathered their weapons.

Regardless of whether the group of people last night were alive or dead, Sun Hannan had ordered a painter to trace their portraits and record their physical features. Then, when enough manpower was available, they would be thoroughly investigated and traced. The weapons of those people were also confiscated, and regardless of whether they were good or bad, they were all arranged in the Mo Mansion warehouse.

Opening the warehouse door, Mo Yu quickly walked to where the weapons were placed.

The weapons had been cleaned and laid out horizontally. Mo Yu looked at them one by one very carefully. Now there must be clues to the Twelve Sects of Qingtian. Regardless of whether they are useful or not, as long as the Twelve Sects of Qingtian are involved, they cannot escape seriousness.

treat.

Unfortunately, every weapon is ordinary and has not been found, even the nine-section whip used by the leader's messenger.
Chapter completed!