There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

"Think about it, in Taiqingtian, there is only Taiqing City, which has the largest number of cultivators, and all Dao League factions have set up strongholds in this city. If those decent disciples need to stay after passing through Taiqingtian, there will definitely not be many. Think about it and choose Taiqing City directly."

"so what?"

"That means Yin Shiming and the others are probably inside too." Mo Mingxin rolled his eyes: "It's okay for others to say, Yin Shiming and Lin Shimei know us, if we followed Jianxin into the city and happened to bump into each other. Now, do you think Jianxin is helping us, or Yin Shiming and the others?"

Xia Siqiu thought for a while, and couldn't help frowning, and said uncertainly, "Looking at the well-behaved appearance of Miss Ruan on weekdays, it's really hard to say."

"..." Mo Mingxin was speechless for a while: "My silly Siqiu, her obedience is based on the basis that she thinks we are also righteous people, if you meet Yin Shiming, your identity will be known. If we wear it, I'm afraid Jianxin will hack us to death on the spot."

"It seems...that's the truth."

"So, there are still a few days left, and I don't plan to make any big news. Let's wait patiently."

Mo Mingxin patted Xia Siqiu on the shoulder: "So Siqiu, go to the neighborhood, find a place where there is no one, and prepare a temporary residence."

"What about you, Senior Sister?"

"Me? I'm going to buy some pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I've been idle for a few days, and I haven't started painting for some days. I just happened to paint." Mo Mingxin smiled and asked enthusiastically: "Siqiu, Do you want Senior Sister to paint a picture for you?"

"No need, Senior Sister, go early and return early."

Xia Siqiu looked indifferent, turned around and left.The entire Tianyin faction knows that Mo Mingxin's paintings are not normal, they are all shameless and nasty. Xia Siqiu would rather jump off the mountain and fall to his death than be Mo Mingxin's model.

Mo Ming didn't care, he smiled and left.

- Just kidding, do you think I won't dare to draw if you don't agree?

It wasn't until Mo Mingxin left that Xia Siqiu realized that in the middle of the night, how could there be a store open?

——Senior sister, wouldn’t she have made an appointment with Miss Ruan behind my back, planning a private rendezvous?

Thinking of this, Xia Siqiu couldn't help feeling sour, but then he thought about it.

——Hmph, what is she going to do, what does she have to do with me, demon witch, sooner or later, I will...want...forget it, find a place to rest.

Xia Siqiu stomped his feet, turned and walked towards the depths of the woods.

And Mo Mingxin entered the city at this moment, found a store in a remote place, and knocked on the door.

The door was quickly opened, and a short servant in plain clothes stuck his head out, and when he saw Mo Mingxin, he couldn't help being shocked.

Mo Mingxin looked at him and asked, "New here?"

The boy nodded dully.

Mo Mingxin took out a token: "Then your boss has taught you what to do when you see this thing?"

The young servant was stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and tried to identify the token in Mo Mingxin's hand. Suddenly, his body shook violently, and he was silent.

"Big... Sir, please, Master... is cultivating, and the little one will call him."

Mo Mingxin nodded, put away the token, and entered the house.

The room was dim and dark, and the path opposite the door was full of debris. There was only a narrow gap left for people to walk on. There was a faint scent of ink in the air.

Mo Mingxin, as if nothing else, walked across the path and came to the slightly wider hall inside.

The servant brought the stool and wiped it clean: "Sir, please sit down."

"Okay, go and ask your master to come out, you don't need to greet me."

Mo Mingxin waved his hand, waved the little servant back, and then looked at the surrounding goods on his own.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, everything is complete, and the quality is good.

Mo Mingxin unceremoniously picked out what he needed, and just sat back, a slightly hunched old man came out of the inner room.

"The Devil's Sect belongs to, see Lord Mo Mingxin."

When he saw Mo Mingxin, he knelt down without saying a word.

Mo Mingxin nodded and asked, "In the past two days, how many decent disciples should have entered the city?"

"Your lord is wise." The old man bowed and said, "Lu Jianxing of Qinglian Sword Sect, Yin Shiming of Mingyue Palace, and Lin Shimei have all entered the city."

"Lu Jianxing? He's still alive and kicking? I underestimate him." Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand indifferently: "But forget it, you'll know when you meet him, that guy is short-sighted and narrow-minded. No threat. By the way, there is Ruan Jianxin from the Qinglian Sword Sect, and Qin Wushuang from Zhenwu Sect, who has already entered the city, so don’t forget to pay attention.”

"Yes, the old man will arrange it later."

"Then I'll go first." Mo Mingxin took a pile of things and threw down a piece of silver.

"Sir, this..."

The old man looked at the silver with a helpless expression, neither taking it nor not taking it.

Mo Mingxin was displeased and said, "Just take it if I give it to you. Am I, Mo Mingxin, the kind of person who buys things and doesn't give money? There are only two things in the world that I won't give money if I take them, and that's the girl's. Body and mind, you vulgar creatures are not worthy."

"...Yes, thank you sir."

The old man's head was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly put away the money, with a grateful look on his face, as if Mo Mingxin bought something from him, it was his great honor.

But what he thought in his mind was: This descendant of the Tianyin faction, as expected, has an eccentric temperament, full of nonsense, and is shameless, and can be called the public enemy of women...

Mo Mingxin left this small study, holding a pile of things, standing on the side of the road, looking full of anticipation.

——Everyone is here, I wonder if there will be any good show to watch?

I was just thinking about the disciples of the right way, what kind of sparks will be created when the proud sons of heaven collide together. A sharp sword energy suddenly rises into the sky in the city, radiating radiance.