I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

The night went very smoothly. After waking up, the people in the dungeon thought they were too sleepy and took a nap. Fearing blame from their superiors, they tried to cover up the matter and lived in peace.

Although Baimamen occupies a large area, it is ultimately limited and cannot accommodate the increasing number of people from the underworld.

By noon of the second day, all the houses that could accommodate thousands of people were occupied. In addition, many additional temporary dwellings were built by cutting down trees, filling all the open spaces.

The knights who gathered here from all over the place did not pay much attention to accommodation conditions. They were either busy visiting old friends and settling grudges, or keen on challenging masters. As for those who fought over a disagreement, there were many of them. The pseudo-White Horse disciples always had to chase after them to maintain order, mediate and clean up, but they only got a mess.

The organizers did not expect that this event would be so popular, so the food preparation was not sufficient, not to mention that with so many people staying in one place, daily hygiene and defecation was also a big problem. However, after more than a day, the sect, which was originally clean and tidy, had become a mess and in a terrible state.

Pei Wucuo had not accepted any disciples for many years. The news that Mr. Mo would become his first disciple spread early on, and visitors to the courtyard came in an endless stream.

No one of them sincerely wanted to make friends with him. Every one of them came to challenge him and wanted to become famous by stepping on the shoulders of the Sword Sect's first disciple.

After Master Mo sent flying more than thirty people who overestimated their abilities, he gradually became angry and started to use heavy hands. The five or six people behind him were stabbed in the wrists and pulses. They were unable to hold the swords and exert their strength for a short time. They held their wrists and cried in pain. He successfully scared away the people behind him.

After he played the villain, Luo Qianhuai played the yellow guy.

She was still dressed the same as last night, and went out to bandage the wound leisurely, sprinkling homemade white medicine powder on it, and said in a gentle voice: "My husband has shown mercy. Don't worry, the wound is not serious. After applying this medicine, it will heal in less than half a month, and there will be no sequelae."

Everyone saw that although Madam Mo Shao had an unpleasant appearance, her attitude was extremely amiable and her medical skills were extraordinary. After being treated by her, not only did the pain in their injuries disappear, but they also felt a slight coolness. They couldn't help but feel a great liking for her, and their resentment towards Young Master Mo also gradually dissipated.

Not only did I no longer feel any resentment, I even felt a bit more ashamed.

The couple had been traveling so long that they hadn't had a day's rest yet, and it was really inappropriate for us to disturb them just to seek fame.

At that moment, a sincere person apologized loudly outside the door: "Young Master Mo and his wife are so noble, Hedong Chengfu feels so ashamed! If you two need anything in the future, I will be willing to serve you!"

"Mr. Cheng, you are too polite." Mr. Mo's voice came through the wall: "I apologize for any offense I caused you. This is just a small gift, but it is not a token of respect. Please accept it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Ying pushed the door open and handed a small bag to Cheng Fu.

When the latter opened it in public, he saw a piece of horseshoe gold and a small medicine bottle inside.

When he unscrewed it and smelled it carefully, he could smell a faint medicinal fragrance, the same as the medicine that Luo Qianhuai had applied on his wrist just now.

Among the knights roaming the world, how many are not short of money, and how many do not need high-quality gold medicine?

This gift was exactly what Cheng Fu wanted. He kept thanking him, and the people around him were jealous.

Some people were quick to react and followed Cheng Fu's words:

"Young hero Mo, you are so righteous! I am Zhaoxing Lin Zhizhou, Fanyang He Youan, Luocheng Dong Huaiyuan... I have long admired your great name, and I am willing to follow you and hold the whip and stirrup!"

"Mr. Mo will surely shine at this martial arts conference, and I am willing to follow his lead!"

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Young Master Mo never refused anyone who came to him, and would ask Wei Ying to give gold and medicine to anyone who showed any intention of currying favor with him. Luo Qianhuai had no idea when the two of them had sent so much white medicine and gold into the Baima Gate.

But she was too lazy to ask more. She had given the Baiyao recipe to Mr. Mo a long time ago, and it was not her business how to use it.

Before evening, the news that Pei Jianzong's chief disciple was as generous and charitable as Master Jieyou who had once retired from the society spread throughout the Baima Sect.

The courtyard at No. 4 Jiazi has long been crowded with people, with countless people from the martial arts world coming and going, and each of them has a happy look on their face.

If you say a few nice words and show your loyalty, you can get money and medicine. Only a fool would refuse it.

As for the real effect, that is hard to say. His skills are several levels higher than mine, so it won't take long for him to show his ability.

Some people with ulterior motives in the master's courtyard also received the news.

"Ancient Sword Sect. That guy surnamed Mo is in our area, openly trying to win over other forces. He is simply courting death. But we sent people to test him, and his swordsmanship is really sharp. If you hadn't taken action, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to stop this evil trend."

"I've seen it with my own eyes. The sword used by the kid named Mo was indeed Pei Wucuo's Jiuyi Sword. There is no problem with his identity. Tomorrow is the day of the martial arts conference, so there is no need to create trouble at this time." Gu Yillong sat upright with his eyes closed, looking calm.

"Ancient Sword Sect is right." A tall and thin man with a dull face said in a hoarse voice: "What the master told us is the most important. That Mo will stay here. Whether he is willing or not tomorrow, he will be sucked into this vortex. Maybe he can even pull Pei Wucuo with him. It's not a bad thing."

"I hope so." The man said in relief, "Where's Yu Chu? Has he been found yet?"

"Since the robbery and shipwreck that night, we have sent people to search along the river, but there is still no clue - maybe the body has already sunk into the belly of a fish, but it saves us the effort." The third person in the room said.

"The master has already said that we should not hesitate to assume the worst possible scenario for Yu Chu. Even if this person is disabled, it is not something that can be reasonably predicted. We must not take it lightly!"

"We saw him fall into the water with our own eyes. It rained heavily that night and the river was swollen and the current was turbulent. Even if he was familiar with swimming, he might not have survived, not to mention that he was a useless man." The man didn't think it was a big deal: "In my opinion, it's just that the master suffered a loss at his hands, so he was too careful..."

"Be careful with your words!" The man from before and the man with a dull face said at the same time: "How can you be disrespectful to the master!"

"Okay, just pretend I was wrong. In fact, no matter where he is now, as long as he hasn't returned to Xijing, the master's plan has been successful. Instead of lecturing me, why don't we check the details of tomorrow's martial arts conference carefully."

On the day of the martial arts conference, the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Luo Qianhuai's appearance remained unchanged. She was wearing a dark green narrow-sleeved knight-errant costume and grey sheepskin boots. She stood beside Young Master Mo, who was dressed in a black robe and silver cloak and stood as tall as a jade tree. She looked like a maid who didn't match him at all.

Many of the female knights present cast malicious glances at her, and of course the most important thing was that they kept flirting with Mr. Mo.

Although it is widely rumored that under Mr. Mo's mask, half of his face was disfigured by fire, which makes people want to vomit, but looking at the other half of his face that is exposed, he is incredibly handsome.

In fact, there are people who think that this half of the face looks somewhat similar to Young Master Jieyou.