I became a peerless master

Chapter 44 There is definitely a big problem
Chapter 44: There is definitely a big problem
"This little brother, dare to ask who you are?"

In front of the ordinary bluestone streets in the suburbs of Binhe City, the first light of dawn appeared, and there were sparse and sparsely populated streets, but they were not densely populated.

In front of the simple grocery store at the end of the street, a cautious and extremely polite voice sounded, startling Ye Lang who was cleaning with a rag.

Last night at the ruins of old man Tianji, I deeply realized that the chess game set up by the most powerful man in Dongzhou tens of thousands of years ago was not as good as Senior Song's fur. This son didn't want to stay there for a moment, so he ran back directly.

When we arrived at Binhe, it was just daybreak. Senior Song was as normal as a mortal and would not get up now.

Ye Lang just subconsciously ran here for a stroll, intending to go back to the small hotel where he has been staying to catch up on sleep, recovering the mental energy exhausted at the Tianji old man's chess game, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the blood in front of the grocery store.

There were so many puddles of semi-coagulated blood, some even splashed on the shutter door of the grocery store.

Although he didn't know if there were cultivators fighting and staying here, or if it was deliberately sprinkled in retaliation against the mortal neighbors who had objections to Senior Song, Ye Lang had no intention of letting them pollute the front of the grocery store.

Fortunately, the small hotel he was staying in was not far from here, so Ye Lang rushed back and spent money to borrow ready-made rags and mops from the owner of the small hotel, and started cleaning directly.

At this moment, the sanitation was cleaned up immediately, and when he was fighting the last drop of blood on the rolling shutter door, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Looking up, it was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

The man in Tsing Yi was carrying a sword, and his temperament was dusty, like a real sword. Although he didn't look very energetic, his eyes were sharp.

Sword repair?

It should still be very strong, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see anything.

Although from all aspects, his disguise as a mortal is a bit rough, but he already has a ten-thousandth shadow of Senior Song.

Having made a judgment in his heart immediately, Ye Lang put away the rag and stood up, cupping his fists politely and saying:
"Boy Ye Lang, I don't know what to call this big brother?"

"In Xiamo City."

Reciprocating the same salute, Mo Cheng couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he saw the blood on the young man's rag.

At that time, I never thought of cleaning up before leaving. I was really sorry.

After Mo Cheng saw the words on the signboard here last night, the tail of Jian Dao Zhi Li flashed past.

Forcibly integrating into comprehension twice in a row, causing trauma to the soul, and went to find a place to cultivate.

After a night of recuperation, he felt a little refreshed, so he set off immediately and came here again.

Without him, just for the words on the plaque, I, Mo Cheng, would be willing to die.

That is the real way of the sword, the lifelong pursuit of our sword cultivators.

When I came here, I saw a young man who had just entered the cave, cleaning in front of the shop.

Could it be that he is the master of this place?

If it is true, the sign on the door may be a great opportunity for this boy.

I have already made up my mind, if this mortal residence is really the one who cleans it, then I will give him various cultivation resources and replace the signboard.

Mo Cheng didn't hide, and went forward to communicate directly.

"Mo Cheng, brother, your name is the same as that of a legendary sword cultivator in the world. You won't be an admirer of that senior sword idiot, right?"

As soon as the name of the other party's self-introduction was spoken, certain information naturally emerged from Ye Lang's mind.

After all, he is also a direct descendant of the Ye family, a powerful four-star cultivator. Although his talent has been mediocre in recent years, his knowledge is very broad.

In Dongzhou, among the major cultivating forces, when it comes to sword cultivating, the number one sword cultivator must be the sword idiot Mocheng who has the title of Mahayana Realm No. 1, and who can use his sword to cross the catastrophe in half a step.

However, the person who came today is a sword repairman, and his name is the same as the famous Mahayana Realm's number one expert, so it's hard for Ye Lang not to be related.

'I know a lot~'

Hearing the young man's words, Mo Cheng nodded secretly. He had no intention of hiding it and admitted it openly.

"To tell you the truth, brother, I am Jian Chi Mo Cheng."

what?
The hand holding the rag shook uncontrollably and fell directly to the ground. Ye Lang's heart contracted several times and his mind went blank.

Are you Jian Chi Mo Cheng?
According to the legend, the strongest man in the Mahayana realm who was so fierce that even my ancestors of the Ye family dared not provoke me greeted me so politely!

If in the past, or other places, a sword cultivator ran over and told himself that he was the sword idiot Mo Cheng of Megatron East Continent, Ye Lang would never believe it.

This kind of liar who pretends to be a strong person to coax low-end monks will be killed easily.

But this is in front of Senior Song's door, and with his unfathomable state, it seems that anything is possible.

"Mo... Mo Huangzun, this junior is blind, please forgive me."

He also experienced too many shocking things, Ye Lang only returned to his mind after seven or eight seconds.

Although his throat was a little dry, he still continued to talk without being humble or overbearing:
"I don't know what orders Mo Huangzun calls this junior."

This person has a calm personality and can regain his normalcy in such a short period of time. His character is absolutely excellent.

It's a pity that he is not a sword cultivator, otherwise I would have intended to accept him as a disciple.

Forget it, if I get the signboard on the door from him, it will be a great opportunity, even if I don't want it, I have to find him an old monster who has passed the tribulation period as a teacher.

He quickly rated Ye Lang in his mind, Mo Cheng looked sincere, and asked directly without beating around the bush.

"Dare to ask Brother Ye Lang, but the master here?"

"no!"

As soon as the question was asked, Mo Cheng's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he received an incomparable answer from the other party in an instant.

He is not, it seems that the deity thinks things are simple.

"Then may I ask my brother, why are you cleaning here?"

"Because here lives the senior whom Ye Lang respects and admires the most, who is like a reborn parent, Mo Huangzun, don't you know?"

The answer with a clear conscience almost blurted out, just as the words were spoken, Ye Lang noticed something was wrong.

Doesn't this number one Mahayana master know that Senior Song lives here?

Isn't he visiting friends or playing?

Could it be that he doesn't know Senior Song at all?
Three rhetorical questions flashed through his heart, and Ye Lang's expression immediately became serious. He had already keenly sensed that the famous swordsman Mo Cheng had impure thoughts.

"senior?"

Frowning suddenly, Mo Cheng's face changed drastically.

A monk like Ye Lang, who is gifted with a very good heart and a little knowledge, and who has reached the realm of the cave, will certainly not respect an ordinary person with this kind of demeanor and call him a senior.

But no matter how I perceive Mocheng, this place is extremely ordinary, and there is definitely a big problem.

Unless the other party is far superior to me in every aspect...

(End of this chapter)