Ancient Gods

After leaving the inn, Mo Yang walked onto the street. The passers-by talked about the marriage between the two major forces, but occasionally someone mentioned him, mostly with cynicism and as a joke.

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Mo Yang didn't care. During the ten years of darkness in the Lingxu Sect, all kinds of cynicism had become numb to Mo Yang. He didn't care at all what the world thought of him.

After walking a few streets, a faint scent of tea hit his face. Mo Yang couldn't help but stop in front of a teahouse. The scent of tea penetrated his nose and made him feel comfortable. These days, it seemed like there was a big mountain. It pressed against him, making it difficult for him to relax.

Mo Yang looked up and saw a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the teahouse, titled Liu Yin Hua Ming. He frowned and Mo Yang stepped in.

Because there were so many cultivators who came to Xuantian City recently, even the teahouse was not as quiet as usual and was almost full of tea drinkers.

Mo Yang glanced around and saw an empty seat in the corner on the second floor, and he walked up silently.

Most of the tea guests gathered in the teahouse are also talking about marriage. These people are almost all practitioners from all walks of life. Naturally, they are not just gathering together to drink tea.

Not long after Mo Yang sat down, a conversation came from the tea table separated by a curtain.

"I heard that Mo Yang met the Saint of Xuantian Holy Land a long time ago. It is rumored that their relationship is not simple. Not long ago, the Saint was born in the secret realm. The Saint even gave up the mother who snatched the ancient chessboard in order to prevent the Dao Sect from continuing to pursue Mo Yang. Chess, it can be seen that the rumors between them are not groundless, and I don’t know what will happen to Mo Yang if the Holy Land chooses to marry the Mu family this time..."

The person who spoke was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She was a warrior in the King of War realm, and she should be from a certain force.

Then the middle-aged man opposite him said: "They all say that Mo Yang is a disciple of Qian Zong, and they all say that this man is cunning, cunning, and weird. Judging from the rumors, he does have some talent. It's just whether the Qian Zong is strong or weak. No one knows now that he is just a young man. Even if he has a close relationship with the saint, what can he do? "

The middle-aged man sighed a little and said: "I heard that Mo Yang is so bold that he has already made enemies with several big forces. If he offends Xuantian Holy Land again, even if the Qian Sect behind him is powerful, they may not be able to protect him, and It is said that there has been no news about Qian Zong since he became enemies with Dao Zong, and I think the strength of Qian Zong is only average. "

Mo Yang drank tea silently, listening to the conversation behind the curtain. He felt a little bored. After drinking a cup, he planned to get up and leave. Who would have thought that at this time, the two girls happened to walk up to the second floor of the teahouse.

Looking at the two girls, judging from their clothes, they seemed to have a master-servant relationship. The girl walking in front was gorgeously dressed and had an outstanding temperament. It was obvious at a glance that her identity was not simple.

After the two girls walked up to the second floor, the leader looked around, then looked at Mo Yang, with a smile on his lips, stretched out his hand to point to the tea table where Mo Yang was sitting, and said to the girl behind him: "Just That’s it!”

Mo Yang frowned for a while. Now his appearance looked exactly like a middle-aged uncle, and it was not changed by someone else's appearance. This girl actually came to the seat where he was sitting. Are all the little girls these days good at this? ?

Mo Yang thought he had seen it wrong at first, but a moment later, the two girls actually came towards him, because only the tea table where he was sitting in this corner had an empty seat.

"Uncle, are you alone?" The girl came to the side, looked at Mo Yang, and asked with a smile.

Mo Yang was a little confused, and his body became tense for a while. He said, although this sentence made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he felt that he was more attractive than before. The key is that his face now is not the same. Why, it still looks a bit sloppy.

The girl in front of me not only has an outstanding temperament, but also has an extraordinary appearance. Although she does not have the aura of being out of the world like Yu Yao, she also has an aura of spiritual energy all over her body, especially her big eyes, which seem to have spiritual light flowing through them. , at first glance, he is not a simple character.

"Uncle, why are you so stupid?" The girl still said with a smile. Before Mo Yang could say anything, she sat down opposite Mo Yang, and the girl who was traveling with her also sat down in another empty seat. .

"Miss, let's change places!" The other girl glanced at Mo Yang and saw that Mo Yang had been silently looking at the lady she was talking about. She seemed to feel that Mo Yang was not a good person.

"That's it. I think it's quite nice here. Not only is it quiet, but you can also see the scenery on the street!" The girl always had a smile on her face.

Mo Yang didn't say anything after he came to his senses. He stood up silently and planned to leave. At this juncture, he didn't want to cause trouble. The girl's strange behavior made Mo Yang feel more vigilant.

"Uncle, don't you treat us to a cup of tea?" Seeing Mo Yang stand up, the girl looked at Mo Yang with a smile, holding her fair chin in one hand, and smiled as sweetly as she could.

Mo Yang was trembling all over, but he still said: "Little girl, you and I are strangers, why do I invite you to tea?"

The maid accompanying the girl seemed to be puzzled by her young lady's behavior. She hesitated to speak several times, as if she wanted to ask for clarification.

The girl's big smart eyes blinked and she said with a smile: "I'm new to this place and I'm not familiar with it. Meeting each other is fate, and I can also read faces. How about you treat us to tea and I'll help you read faces?" "

Mo Yang frowned slightly, feeling that the girl's words were full of meaning. The other party seemed not to come for his peerless face, but seemed to have other purposes.

If the girl said something else, Mo Yang would not be alert, but the other party seemed to deliberately mention his appearance, which made Mo Yang more cautious, because he used the Transformation Scroll to change his appearance.

Mo Yang glanced at the girl, said nothing, turned around and left, but the girl supported her chin with one hand and tapped the tea table with the other hand, and said to herself: "I seem to have seen your portrait on the way here, are you Uncle Mo?"

Mo Yang had already taken a few steps, but when he heard this, Mo Yang's body suddenly stopped. Although his face was still calm, he was extremely surprised in his heart.

The other party actually knew him, and must have seen through his appearance!

Mo Yang sat back silently, his face became a little gloomy, and he asked: "What do you two want to drink?"

"Whatever!" The girl smiled and said, not caring about Mo Yang's gloomy face at this time, and didn't seem to worry that Mo Yang would take action.

Mo Yang waved to the waiter in the teahouse and ordered two more cups of tea.

"What's your name?" Mo Yang asked the girl.

"Call me sister!" The girl smiled and said to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang: "..."

"Do you know me?" Mo Yang asked after a moment's pause.

"I didn't know you before, but now I do!" The girl smiled sweetly, with a twinkle of wisdom in her big eyes. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking or what her purpose was.

Mo Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "The girl really has a pair of good eyes!"

The girl smiled and said, "My brother is really sweet, and others say so too!"

Mo Yang: "..."

Mo Yang's face darkened a little, and he felt that he had met his match, and secretly sighed that he didn't bring out the scumbag Er Gouzi.

After a moment of hesitation, Mo Yang stood up and said, "Miss, if you have nothing to do, I'll leave first!"

The girl took the hot tea brought by the waiter and nodded with a smile, "Little brother, don't you want to read my fortune? Next time we meet, don't forget to call me sister!"

Mo Yang stumbled and almost fell down. Then he didn't say anything. He didn't dare to read my fortune. He turned around and left here in a hurry. He was relieved after leaving the teahouse.

But the more Mo Yang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. This girl must have seen through his identity and knew who he was, but she didn't seem like an enemy, because he didn't feel any murderous intent from beginning to end.