Rush rust...

A group of people held torches and walked like flying. They walked across the path covered with frost and bursts of crisp sounds came.

"Is this the one?" The leader was a middle-aged man in brown robe, with thick eyebrows and eyes like a knife.

A follower cried and said repeatedly: "There is no mistake in Deacon Le. Before his disappearance, Mr. Mo said that he thought of the northern cliff of Wanren Mountain overlooking the panoramic view of Fen Town. If he fell off the cliff, he could only fall here. However, the northern cliff is as high as a thousand meters and extremely steep. If he fell off the cliff from there, Mr. Mo would probably..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by the middle-aged man in brown robe: "Shut up! If Master Mo makes any mistakes, go and accompany him."

The follower was silent, his face pale, and he dared not speak anymore.

"Deacon Le, why bother with a servant? You don't know Qin Mo's temper. Since his cultivation has not stopped, his temper is very strange."

A middle-aged man wearing a brown robe and a kind-looking face sighed: "Standing from Beiya to watch the panoramic view of Fen Town is what Mr. Mo likes to do the most. However, Mr. Mo has a strange temper and a depressed will in recent years. If he can't think about it for a moment..."

The following words were said by the kind middle-aged man, but the meaning was very obvious. Maybe Young Master Mo couldn't think about it for a moment and might even commit suicide by jumping off the cliff.

After these words, the others in the team nodded silently and agreed in secret.

Deacon Le raised his head and glanced at him, like a blade passing by his throat, making everyone dare not say anything.

"You have to see people alive, and you have to see corpses when you die. You have to lift the ground three feet away from here and find out the whereabouts of Young Master Mo." Deacon Le issued a deep order and rushed forward.

In the team, the kind-hearted middle-aged man exchanged eyes with a scar-faced man, stopped talking, and ran down the north cliff of Wanren Mountain.

...

The mountain wind whistled, as cold as a knife, blowing across the treetops and scattering the ground with frost.

The nights on Wanren Mountain are extremely cold, and even in midsummer, there is still a layer of frost everywhere.

On the rock, Qin Mo sat cross-legged, and the silver moonlight shone, covering his body with a layer of silver light.

"The moon reaches the middle of the sky, it should be coming soon." Qin Mo murmured to himself.

In his previous life, he was rescued at this time. To estimate the time, the Qin family's rescue team should be nearby.

Close your eyes, your ears move slightly, and the sounds within a hundred feet immediately became clear. The wind and grass move, insects and beasts leapt, and these sounds seemed to be happening in front of you.

Qin Mo was a little surprised. The cultivation level of the martial artist Ninth Stage can only hear every move within fifty feet. His hearing obviously exceeded this category, comparable to the level of the warrior first stage.

A scene suddenly appeared in my mind. Qin Mo saw the scene of trees swaying in the wind and branches and leaves shaking slightly.

Hearing it likes to see it!

Qin Mo couldn't help but be surprised. This was beyond the abilities of martial artists and warriors. It seemed that after the Holy Body of Fighting War was opened, there were many strange things in his body, waiting for him to slowly discover them.

At this time, the picture in my mind changed. Through "hearing like seeing", Qin Mo "sees" a hundred feet away, a team was rushing towards him holding torches.

The two middle-aged people at the forefront of the team are two of the three deacons of the Qin family. Qin Mo is very familiar with them. Deacon Le is Deacon Le, and Deacon Rong is Deacon Rong.

His eyes flew past everyone in the team, suddenly locking on a scar-faced man.

In his previous life, in the rescue team, Qin Mo only remembered Le and Rong, and the others were guards of the Qin family's outer courtyard, and he was not familiar with it. However, when he was 18 years old in his previous life, something happened, which made him feel unforgettable about the scar-faced man.

"Zhao Yong!" Qin Mo chewed the name.

Opening his eyes, Qin Mo saw the team and rushed out of the woods.

"Master Mo!" Seeing the figure of the boy on the rock, Deacon Le was filled with joy and rushed towards him quickly.

"Uncle Le." Qin Mo showed a sincere smile. Deacon Le was the person he trusted most by his grandfather Qin Zhengxing. He regarded him as a relative since childhood.

In his previous life, his ability to be rescued was the result of Uncle Le's thorough search of the mountains. Otherwise, he would probably die in a cave. Later, when Fenzhen was robbed, Uncle Le was buried in the sea of ​​fire in order to protect the evacuation of the Qin family's children.

"Master Mo, where are you injured like this?" Uncle Le immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he checked Qin Mo's condition.

"Uncle Le, you have worked so hard. I'm fine. I just recovered my strength and was still a little weak." Qin Mo responded softly.

"It's fine, it's fine." Uncle Le nodded and said, "The family is in chaos. Now the young master is fine, and he can finally feel at ease."

As he said that, worried that Qin Mo would catch a cold, Uncle Le took off his brown robe and put it on him.

Not far away, everyone following him also laughed. The firelight shone on their faces, but there was not much sincere joyful smile. In the crowd, the expressions of Qin Mo, Deacon Rong, and the scar-faced man were even more ugly.

Next to him, the entourage had already fallen to the ground and cried bitterly, claiming that he had not taken good care of Qin Mo and requested punishment.

"It's not your fault. If you followed me up to the Beijing at that time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be as lucky as me. I've already fallen off the cliff and die without a complete body." Qin Mo smiled and pulled the follower up.

"What!?"

"What's going on?"

Everyone present changed their faces. The entourage was stunned on the spot, his expression was dull, and even forgot to cry.

"I was plotted against someone and fell from Beijing." Uncle Le was furious, "Young Master Mo, who was plotting against him? Do you see clearly the person coming?"

Among the crowd around, Deacon Rong looked solemn, as if he was extremely indignant about Qin Mo being plotted against, while the scar-faced man Zhao Yong changed his expression.

Qin Mo shook his head slightly and said, "The night was dark and the wind was high, and the mountain wind was too cold. I didn't see clearly the person who was plotting against me."

"After going back, you must investigate this matter thoroughly." Uncle Le said in a cold voice.

Standing up, Qin Mo's eyes turned and fell on Deacon Rong. He seemed to see him and said gratefully: "Deacon Rong is here too, thank you for your hard work!"

"Just Master Mo is safe, there is no hardship!" Deacon Rong said hurriedly.

Qin Mo nodded, and when he turned around, he waved his left hand lightly under his wide robe. The cuff of the robe accidentally swept across the chest of the scar-faced man, and a palm wind came out silently.

Scarlet shadow cut!

This is a unique martial art. It does not require true energy to practice. It is also the only martial arts that Qin Mo has practiced to the realm of transformation in his previous life. It is silent and silent when used. Even an opponent with a strong strength above a great level may not be able to detect it.

Hiss!

The torch sounded crisply and a spark exploded. No one present noticed that this palm wind, like a ghost in the dark, quietly cut into Zhao Yong's chest.

"Uncle Le, let's go back first. Grandpa must be anxious to wait." Qin Mo looked at Deacon Le and said.

Uncle Le nodded and agreed. Although he was a little strange, the north cliff of Wanren Mountain was several thousand meters high. Qin Mo fell from the cliff, so there was only a slight bruise. But as long as Qin Mo was safe and sound, it would be a blessing, so why bother to explore so many things?

Everyone followed the same road back to Fen Town. Before they walked far, they heard a "pop" sound, and something slid down from the scar-faced man's chest and fell to the ground.

When the eyes looked over, when they saw the things on the ground clearly, many people were surprised and immediately showed a look of greed.

It was a cloth bag, the size of a palm, not so bad, and not eye-catching. But in the eyes of everyone, it was completely different. This was actually a treasure bag.

The treasure sacs of the ancient You Continent are extremely magical storage tools, divided from low to high into four types: gray, copper, silver and gold. Even the lowest-level gray treasure sacs can store things a hundred times more than their own. They are extremely rare and cannot be owned by ordinary people.

Even in the Qin family, only the clan leader, deputy clan leader, and elder-level figures have gray treasure bags. Qin Mo, as the grandson of the clan leader Qin Zhengxing, does not have a gray treasure bag.

"This..." The scar-faced man's face suddenly changed. He wanted to pick up the gray treasure bag, but a figure flashed in front of him. The gray bag had fallen into Uncle Le's hands.

Uncle Le pinched the bag, stared at the scar-faced man, and said coldly: "Zhao Yong, you are just a small guard of the Qin family's outer courtyard. How could you have something as valuable as a gray treasure bag?"

"Deacon, this is just something I got by accident."

Zhao Yong's expression changed and was about to defend himself, but his face changed drastically. His voice stopped abruptly. He saw the mouth of the gray treasure sac loosen, revealing a jade pendant.

The pendant of this jade pendant is a round jade with an irregular gap in the middle, which seems to have been dug out, and the other side of the jade is engraved with the word "in".

In an instant, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and Deacon Le's eyes became sharp, "This is Young Master Mo's portable jade pendant, how could it be on you, say!"

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Chapter completed!