The first person to return to the sword pavilion was the Mo family. When Dong Zhilin saw Mo Gong calmly walking through the witchcraft and into the sword pavilion, she was completely stunned.
"I have carefully counted everyone in Jiange before. The Mo family is the focus of attention. You are obviously in the guest room on the second floor. When did you..."
Before Dong Zhilin finished speaking, she already felt something was wrong. Then she flicked her braid behind her, jumped up to the second floor, and pushed open the door.
I saw Mo Gong and a group of disciples sitting in that room. They were drinking tea leisurely, as if nothing happened. Who was Dong Zhilin? With just one glance, she understood everything.
The group of people in the room seemed to be drinking tea, but there was not a drop left in the tea cups.
"Mo attacked Yan Jia, especially ordinary people. It seems that the rumors are true. In fact, you have always been outside, and Yan Jia has always been in the room. Presumably, the fat and wealthy businessman wanted to convey the message despite his face, just because you were here Outside."
Mo Gong smiled.
"Taoyuan Yuzong is indeed worthy of his reputation, but it's a pity that he understood it too late."
"Now that you're back, everything outside must be settled."
Zuo Zhan asked.
"Indeed, I think it will be time for the sword sect to come back with the rest of the people. I came here first just to take away the substitute Yanjia."
Mo Gong said, and then he took out a talisman and waved it in front of him. He saw the yellow talisman hanging in the air. The substitute Yan Jia in the room instantly dismembered|disintegrated into thousands of parts, flew into the talisman, and finally disappeared. No trace.
Mo Gong collected the talisman and walked out gracefully, leaving only his back and a farewell message.
"Everyone, see you in the world."
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All the yellow sand turned into moss along the way, the water was cold and my eyes were drowsy. When I opened my eyes as if I had just woken up from a dream, I saw the blue sky was clear and the birds were flying leisurely.
Looking down at himself, he saw that his upper body had been put on new clothes, and the injuries on his body seemed to be mostly healed. He looked around again, and realized that he was now on the Zhougong's demon-transforming ship, so he knew that the matter should have been settled.
Then a carp straightened up and stood up, turned around and walked straight into the houseboat where human voices could be heard from time to time.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wu Yuanxiu coming out carrying a big carp. When he saw Shui Han, he said boldly:
"Hey. Young Master Yi is awake? I'm going to shave the scales of this big carp now, and it will be ready in a while."
Shui Han was startled and said in astonishment:
"Hey, what's the matter? You monsters come out to fight and bring a fish with you?"
Wu Yuanxiu smiled naively, and the green hungry tiger tattooed on his chest rose and fell as the flesh trembled, which looked a bit funny. He said:
"No, monsters also have to eat. This big koi from the Miluo River is rare. I specially asked for it from the kappa before I set off. It took a lot of effort."
When Shui Han heard the word "kappa", he immediately thought of the chubby little boy in the haunted house. He thought that guy was called He Bo. He didn't just spend the whole day in the water catching fish. He muttered:
"These monsters really know how to live their lives."
"What did Yi Shaoxia say?"
"Huh? Oh, it's okay, just go about your business."
"okay."
After saying that, Wu Yuanxiu went to the deck to shave the fish scales.
When Shui Han walked in, it was already in full swing. Everyone had a clear division of labor and was busy cooking.
The first is Richu and Sui Yao. They are responsible for supporting the chef Wu Yuanxiu and are helping to prepare the ingredients for the braised carp.
Then there is the Balrog. This guy can turn into a ball of fire with just a snap of his fingers. He is responsible for burning the stove. His green-faced arm belongs to the injured, and he is resting aside.
As for Tang Yin, the eldest son of the Tang clan, he was not idle either and was responsible for matching the dipping sauces. However, looking at him, he must be in a low mood.
What surprised Shui Han the most was Murong Jiudao. He never expected that this first-class expert would actually pick up a kitchen knife and cut carrots on the chopping board meticulously.
What's even more exaggerated is that Jiudao, who can cut people quickly and accurately, feels uneasy when cutting a radish, as if he is afraid of cutting his own fingers.
His forehead was touched by his fingertips. It was gentle, not painful, but rather itchy. Then a faint blue figure appeared in front of him.
"Why are you standing there in a daze? Come here and help me."
Shui Han innocently touched his forehead and pouted:
"At any rate, I've worked out a lot of strength, so you just leave me outside like this."
As he said that, he picked up a handful of green vegetables in front of Richu and began to choose. As a senior waiter, he was familiar with this kind of work, and he did it without hesitation.
"The only houseboat is used for cooking. The fireworks are so big that I'm afraid of choking you, so I put you on the deck. Your injury has been almost healed by Teacher Da Murong. It doesn't matter if you get some wind."
Teacher Da Murong is the nickname given to Jiu Dao by Richu. Because Richu himself studied under Murong Xue, he calls him Teacher Murong. If he calls him Teacher Murong of Jiu Dao, it will obviously be difficult to distinguish. Jiu Dao is Murong Xue's brother. , at the beginning of the day, he had a sudden inspiration and called Jiudao Teacher Da Murong.
Jiudao on the side seemed to have heard Richu's words, and the black lines that had been stuck in the back of his head from cutting radishes seemed to have become denser.
Shui Han didn't pay much attention to this title, but was surprised that Richu was quite good at cooking as a goddess.
Richu lowered his voice and said:
"You worked so hard this time, and the injuries you suffered were not minor. Although Teacher Da Murong has always looked stupid, in my opinion, he spent at least two years of cultivation in order to save you this time."
Shui Han was shocked when he heard this. The magic power in his body was running smoothly. It seemed that what Richu said was true.
Although Shui Han doesn't quite understand the concept of two years of cultivation, he knows that Jiudao is a master. Generally, masters can win or lose in one and a half moves.
And Jiudao spent two years cultivating himself to heal his injuries. This must be worth hundreds of blows. In other words, it is equivalent to getting hundreds of punches from others in vain.
So Shui Han finally came to the conclusion that Jiudao took hundreds of punches to resist himself.
Shui Han didn't say anything, he just quickly finished selecting the vegetables in his hand, walked straight to Jiudao, picked up a kitchen knife, and started cutting radishes as well.
Jiudao looked at the students around him who were cutting radishes with ease. Each piece of radish they cut was similar in thickness and very beautiful. Looking at the radishes on his chopping board, he looked at the large and small radishes with strange shapes. In an instant, his head was covered with black lines. , the whole person has dropped to a lower level.
Looking at Shui Han's gaze, Jiudao was deeply afraid that he would talk about carrots, so he immediately wanted to find something to say to stop him. He glanced at Shui Han's left hand holding a kitchen knife, and had a flash of inspiration, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. , said quickly:
"I remember when you chose a college for further study, you seemed to have joined our sect."
Jiudao was panicking inside, but outwardly, he was as calm and cold as ever.
"Ai?"
Shui Han was confused. He looked at Jiudao, but he just wanted to remind him that the way he cut the radish was wrong. If he cut it like this, it would be easy to cut into his hands. He didn't expect Jiudao to come suddenly. Such an irrelevant statement really caught people off guard. .
"Oh, that's right. The giant boy was taken away by Teacher Jingmen at that time. I reported to the Sword Sect just to get the giant boy back."
Somehow, even though it means the same thing, Shui Han always feels that the name Jian Zong sounds much better than She Zong.
Jiudao seemed not to hear Shui Han's words and continued:
"I didn't take you in at that time because you were left-handed, and no one in our sword sect can use a left-handed sword."
Shui Han was surprised by these words. He originally thought that Jian Zong did not accept him because he was not qualified yet. Now that he heard Jiudao tell the real reason, he didn't know how to answer the question.
Jiudao didn't care about the changes in the expressions of the young man next to him, and continued:
"Later, we arranged for you to go to the Boxing Sect. Do you know why?"
"Um, I don't know."
Shuihan answered mechanically.
"Everyone in the world knows that Zhongqiu, the leader of the boxing sect, has superb boxing skills, and his right fist is the best among all schools. He rarely meets an opponent, but they don't know that his most powerful fist is his left fist."
"Left fist?"
Shui Han felt for the first time that he really didn't understand his teacher Zhongqiu at all.
