Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Mo Li's eyebrows twitched, and he looked sideways at the street.

The dust was flying, and several fast horses rushed to the city gate.

After passing by for a moment, Mo Li saw the restless and frightened expression of the rider.

—Is something wrong?

The ink carp backed away quietly and disappeared into the alley.

"Senior, please stay."

A voice suddenly came out from behind, and instead of stopping, the ink carp quickened its pace.

In a secluded place, the old man with white hair and white beard turned into a scribe in his thirties in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly changed into an outer shirt, wrapped the rattan box with cloth if it was not easy to cover, walked along the corner of the room with his head down, his footsteps were feeble and feeble. From time to time, he pretended to be sick and coughed twice.

This is the base camp of Fengxing Pavilion, there are countless pairs of eyes, and even an ordinary person on the side of the road may sell news to Fengxing Pavilion. If the whole city is not closed and martial law, more people will notice the ink carp.

Even so, Mo Li still encountered several groups of Jianghu people in just one hour.

For example, just now, just because the dust brought up by the galloping horse did not land on Mo Li's face, he was immediately spotted by a spectator on the street, and tentatively called his seniors to follow him—fortunately, he lost track of a martial arts master. At the risk of his life, the man didn't dare to get too close, so he was easily thrown off by the ink carp.

Now that he wanted to disguise himself, Mo Li instinctively chose the one he was familiar with: the patient.

Doctor Mo can learn which muscle twitches when he is coughing, and what kind of reaction he will have when he endures the itching of his throat.

The most beneficial thing is that no one wants to get close to such a poor scholar who keeps coughing.

"Snapped."

An inn with a half-open door, Xiao Er, who was inquiring for news, caught a glimpse of Mo Li across the street, and closed the door directly.

There was no time to move the door of the tea shop, a woman simply picked up a broom to drive away: "Consumption ghost, go, what are you looking at?"

Mo Li thought to himself, could it be that she is pretending too much?

No, tuberculosis is not a symptom of this.

I really got tuberculosis, let alone carrying heavy things on the road, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of bed.

The clothes on his body are only made of out-of-date materials. They were bought by Cihuitang for Mo Li. Naturally, they can't be real old clothes, but they don't show their wealth when they go out, so they specially chose such a dusty and inconspicuous one. robe.

The hem of the cuffs didn't even use needlework to lock the two sides. It was rough and the material was poor, but it was another long robe.It was midsummer, except for the elderly and scribes, everyone was wearing single clothes and jackets.After all, the Mo Li that Cihuitang "knows" is an old gentleman, and now that Mo Li is in his thirties, and wearing such clothes, doesn't he look like a poor scholar?

But the ink carp hasn't gotten close yet, why these people seem to have seen the plague.

Mo carp was a little puzzled, stopped to look up, covered his mouth and nose and pretended to cough.

"Hey, the pharmacy is on the street ahead and turn left."

The tea lady yelled again.

The clerk at the dim sum shop next door smiled and said, "Why did the tea lady suddenly show kindness and talk too much with a tuberculosis ghost?"

The old woman waved the broom at him and said angrily, "It's still chaotic outside. He ran out as a sick and poor scholar with no one to take care of him. Either he was homeless or he was in a hurry to find a doctor." Help. Anyone who can survive and has surplus food at home, whoever runs out of the workshop!"

Last night was the death knell first, followed by the fire in the palace, and even ordinary people knew that the situation was in chaos.

Who is not afraid of death?

Mo Li was stunned, he didn't expect that it was unusual for a patient to appear on the street at this time, and ordinary people don't know how to distinguish the severity of their illness, so they pretended to be in vain.

Doctor Mo continued to walk forward with complicated emotions, since he pretended, he simply pretended to the end.

In the end, after walking a few steps, he ran into the Jianghu people who had just called their seniors to follow the alley.

The man walked past Mo Li looking around, suddenly stopped, and turned around slowly in doubt.

"senior?"

"..."

Mo Li's fingers were slightly stiff, and he had already covered half of his face with a cough. Both his appearance and his walking gait were completely different from before, and he didn't believe that he could pretend to be sick. See it?

Could it be that he was cheating?Because it is strange for patients to go out at this time?

Mo Li continued to cough twice, and the man said helplessly, "Senior, I was ordered to search for Senior and..."

Perhaps because he was not sure about Mo Li's identity, he did not mention Meng Qi's name out of caution, but just cupped his hands and said: "Ning Tai, and even the martial arts masters in the entire Jiangnan, I dare say that there is no one I am not familiar with. The martial arts of the seniors are superb. Yangchen is close at hand, but Yu Ke passed away silently, which fits the characteristics of the person I am looking for, and I am eager to catch up, and I hope that the senior will forgive me."

The etiquette can be described as thoughtful, but Mo Li still couldn't figure out where his flaws were exposed.

Changed her appearance, even changed her clothes, why——

Mo Li's eyes suddenly stopped on his shoes.

"...Senior's method of disguise is amazing. I'm afraid there is no second person who has such ability. If senior can't find a second pair of shoes to change in a hurry, I will be deceived."

The ink carp remained expressionless, and slowly lowered its right hand that was covering its mouth and nose.

——No, this disguise technique is not magical at all, and he may still have to learn a long time on the road of disguise.

"As expected, it's Doctor Mo. I'm being rude and I'll take a step to speak."

The man had obviously seen the portrait of Mo Li, anyway, Mo Li now looks like a scribe in his 30s, and he is almost there.

- >>

;"The surname is under the list, and there is a nickname in the rivers and lakes, called Shaking Mountain Tiger."

"..."

Mo Li once again looked squarely at the man dressed as a Jianghu man in front of him, and said dumbly: "That mountain-shattering tiger..."

"My little junior brother."

"Come out of the mountain tiger Yuan Ting?"

"It's my brother."

"Treasurer Bao?"

"It's my master who came to Ningtai City this time because of his master's order." Shaking the mountain tiger shook his head, and said with some incomprehension, "Master suddenly told us not to interfere with the matter of King Ning's succession. Let us contact the Quartet and support Qiu Pavilion Master, saying that there will be a big change in Fengxing Pavilion. You and Meng Guoshi first arrived in Ningtai. You are not familiar with the place, and you have no source of information. I am afraid that you will have nowhere to stay. Master specially told me to come Find each other on the street."

Mo Li couldn't help but thank him and said, "The shopkeeper Bao is too polite, Brother Meng and I have our own plans..."

A rapid sound of arrows flew through the air.

Shanshanhu's expression changed drastically, and he flew to avoid it.

As a result, the person was in mid-air, and was pulled aside by Mo Li with one hand, as if dragging some cargo, and the two figures were ten steps away in the blink of an eye.

Shaking Tiger fell to the ground in a daze, and after stepping firmly on his feet, he took a look, only to find that the loud arrow was just a cover to disturb people's ears, and a dozen blue flying needles were nailed to the wall in the direction he originally avoided. I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Thank you senior for saving your life."

Shan Shanhu hastily bowed and saluted.

He was shocked and angry, but he was very alert, and he never mentioned Mo Li's surname in front of those men in black who surrounded him from all directions.

The ink carp didn't answer, because dozens of sharp arrows flew towards it.

The strong wind lifted the corners of the clothes and robes, and the ink carp waved his sleeves, and the soft force made the sharp arrows fall to the ground one after another.

Suddenly his pupils constricted, he raised his right hand, and threw the "received" sharp arrow high, and at the same time, he rushed forward like a dragon swimming in the clouds.

The first step on the sole of the foot is to step on the wall, the second step is to step on the fallen leaves falling by the roadside, and the third step is to change force, only an arm's length away from the person who released the arrow.

"boom--"

"what!"

The bowstring cracked and bounced off, hurting the shooter. They clapped their palms and screamed in pain one after another.

Everything happens in an instant.

Shanshanhu here saw the dagger in Mo Li's hand that had cut through a dozen bowstrings, and he lowered his head to touch it, only to find that the weapon on his waist was gone.

The first wave of sharp arrows shot over there was thrown into the air, and one of the arrows collided with others, sparks appeared, and then exploded with a bang.

"Hunyuan Arrow from Thunderbolt Hall?"

Shan Shanhu broke out in a second cold sweat from shock, and his face turned pale with fright.

If the ink carp had been careless just now, hadn't noticed that there was an arrow inside that was not in the right shape, and had dropped the arrow casually, it would have been injured internally even if it wasn't blown up.

"Who are you, dare to act wildly on the site of Fengxing Pavilion?" Shaking Mountain Tiger shouted angrily.

All the people on the street ran away in fright, leaving only a group of masked men in black scarves around.

Mo Li raised his hand to stop Shashanhu from coming forward.

Because the change of clothes was too hasty, and the hair was not tied properly, just now the rabbit ups and downs, which seemed as light as catkins and feathers, were actually dangerous and dangerous, making his temple hair slightly scattered, with a few strands of hair Slips and falls along the forehead and cheeks.

At first glance, such a description has the air of a wild world.

"Ningtai City is so tight inside and out that it is not an iron barrel, but it is better than an iron barrel. Just think about it, what kind of group of people can sneak attack without so many eyes, and even use arrows. These weapons Where did it come from?"

Mo Li's tone was indifferent, shaking Shanhu was shocked, and he shouted angrily: "Which brother is it from Fengxing Pavilion? I call you brothers, but dare to act or not? My family members are killing each other?"

"Hmph, Shashanhu, it's you master and apprentice who are the ones who use their brains first."

A voice came from far away, followed by many people emerging from the bottom of the alley, shops, and street corners.

At first, the man was holding a ghost-head sword, eight feet tall, and powerful.

"Mr. Qiu has long seen the wolfish ambitions of your teachers and apprentices. He actually wanted to take advantage of King Ning's death to sow dissension in Fengxing Pavilion! Brothers, listen, if we don't get rid of these shameless villains with ulterior motives, we will be killed." How can you face to see the Pavilion Master and Mr. Qiu?"

"you!"

Shanshanhu was charged with such a serious crime, he was furious, and was about to refute.

Unexpectedly, the Guitou Dao still didn't think it was enough, pointed at Mo Li and said: "The evidence is solid, your master and apprentice have already hooked up with Meng Guoshi and others, so you did not hesitate to sell Fengxing Pavilion for this reason. You are not my brother, we don't have such power Brothers who bow their knees to please others."

Shaking the mountain tiger turned backwards in anger, he was more polite, why did he become groveling and flattering Doctor Mo?

Can you not afford a gift for saving your life?

"Come on, kill..."

The third word Guitoudao was still unfinished in his mouth, and the strong wind was blowing in his face, he tried to tilt his head, but this "hidden weapon" came too fast.

"Ugh!"

Guitou Dao covered his mouth in shock, his mouth was covered with blood, and two of his upper molars were knocked out.

The hidden weapon is just a copper plate.

"Follow the power?" Mo Li thought for a while, imitating Meng Qi, holding one hand behind his back and holding the copper plate in the other, and said, "I don't know when Brother Meng and I became a 'power', so it's just me and me , can it also be regarded as someone chasing after the sun, seeking the momentum to cling to?"