Qi Mo looked at the person who came and frowned. He felt that the person's body was mixed with spiritual energy and Demonic Qi. It was very confusing and he didn't look like Nine Skies Sect.
The man in white obviously didn't intend to let him go, and stabbed him again with the sword. Qi Mo dodged to avoid it, turned around deftly, and struck the man's back with a claw. However, the man in front of him disappeared instantly, and then appeared on the other side of him, stabbing him with a sword. Qi Mo barely avoided it, but was knocked away by the Spiritual Power carried on the sword. He flew back several meters and broke a tree before stopping.
Qi Mo frowned. This man's Cultivation seemed not to be inferior to Lin Qingyang, and his current Demonic Power had not yet fully recovered, so he immediately turned around and jumped away and ran away. Qi Mo speed He ran forward very fast, all the way to the river just now, but a long sword behind him flew towards him at an even faster speed. Qi Mo turned sideways to avoid the attack, and was scratched on his arm by the sword. The man in white appeared behind him instantly, and a Spiritual Power hit him on the back, instantly penetrating his body.
Qi Mo staggered and knelt on one knee. The sword slashed toward his neck again. Qi Mo held the sword that was coming across with both hands to resist, holding Spiritual Power rushed towards him. The man in white held the sword and approached, the sharp edge of the sword was close to his throat. Qi Mo held it tight and raised his eyes to look at the man. The man's exposed eyes were glowing red, and he didn't look like a human at all.
The Spiritual Power that had just been poured into the body was now surging and stirring, arousing a burst of blood. Qi Mo stared at the man, and suddenly a mouthful of blood shot into the man's eyes. The man in white closed his eyes instinctively, and the strength in his hands was also reduced. Qi Mo took the opportunity to kick the man away, turned around and jumped into the river next to him. He disappeared under the water in an instant.
In the Ink Cloud Hall, Lin Qingyang is sitting in the hall drinking tea. The hall is still in the minimalist style. The only decoration is the law enforcement whip placed on the table in front of it.
"That's where you bought your tea." Lin Qingyang said with a frown, "I'm not saying that, sometimes you still have to pay attention to the quality of your life."
"It doesn't taste good and you still drink so much." Mo Yan said with a speechless expression on the other side. Lin Qingyang had been sitting with him for most of the day. At one time he said he wanted to see the disciple's cultivation level, and at another he wanted to know about the Nine Skies Sect's guard situation.
"What brings you here?" Mo Yan asked impatiently.
"I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do. We are all colleagues, so we need to keep in touch to express our feelings." Lin Qingyang said with a dry smile.
"I'm not interested. I need to get back in touch with that wolf bastard of yours." Mo Yan rolled his eyes and said.
Lin Qingyang whispered helplessly, "Isn't it just because I'm afraid of this that I came to hide here with you?"
"What did you say?" Mo Yan asked without hearing clearly.
"It's nothing," Lin Qingyang smiled and said after thinking for a while, "Actually, I came to see you for something else."
Lin Qingyang paused and said, "I read the note left by Jiuchen at the Library Pavilion."
"How can you call your ancestors by their first names!" Mo Yan frowned.
"Don't pay attention to these details. The key point is that the notebook is completely blank and contains nothing. Do you think it might have been stolen? After all, our ancestors were not that boring, so they left a blank notebook for fun." Lin Qingyang said.
Mo Yan looked at him strangely when he heard this. "Don't you know why the manuscript is blank?"
"Should I know?" Lin Qingyang asked.
Mo Yan closed his eyes and said, "Fifteen years ago, Library Pavilion exploded and destroyed a large number of books, including the manuscripts of Jiuchen's ancestors."
Lin Qingyang paused, remembering what Shi Ruobai said a long time ago, pointed at himself and said, "Did I do it?"
Mo Yan was speechless. Lin Qingyang smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm older and my memory is not very good."
"If you're really bored, just go out and run around for a few laps, and don't cause trouble with me." Mo Yan said as he stood up and left.
At this time, they heard a loud noise coming from the side. Mo Yan and Lin Qingyang went out and saw thick smoke billowing from the house not far away and it was still on fire.
"Why did your house explode?" Lin Qingyang asked in surprise.
Mo Yan frowned and hurried over there, and Lin Qingyang hurriedly followed. The kitchen was on fire. Ink Cloud Hall's disciples were running in and out to put out the fire, when they saw Hong Ling jumping out of the thick smoke, with his little face blackened.
"My benefactor!" Hong Ling immediately threw himself into his arms when he saw Mo Yan.
Mo Yan pinched the back of his neck with a dark face, pulled him away, and said coldly, "What are you doing again!"
Hong Ling looked at him guiltily and whispered, "I... just want to make you something to eat."
"Who asked you to be so troublesome? Do I need you to cook?" Mo Yan scolded angrily.
Hong Ling felt a little aggrieved by his yelling and whispered, "I didn't mean it. The fire couldn't be lit, so I just wanted to pour some oil..."
Mo Yan closed his eyes in anger, Hong Ling looked like he was about to cry with red eyes.
Lin Qingyang said quickly, "Okay, it's not a big deal. I'll go back and ask Golden Spirit Court to get some money to repair it again." He patted Hong Ling's shoulder comfortingly, "It's not hurt."
Hong Ling shook his head and sniffed in frustration, tears falling down.
Mo Yan frowned and snorted, "Okay, just pretend to be pitiful with everyone all day long."
Hong Ling felt even more aggrieved upon hearing this, and Lin Qingyang looked at Mo Yan helplessly.
The fire was not too big, and Ink Cloud Hall's disciples quickly put out the fire. They were cleaning up the messy kitchen when they saw Feng Yi running in with a worried look on his face.
"Master!" When Feng Yi saw Lin Qingyang, he ran over and said anxiously, "Master, go back and take a look! Something happened to A-Qi!"
In the Clear Wind Pavilion, Lin Qingyang and Mo Yan rushed in. In the room, Feng Shu had already called Xue Lanyuan and was treating Qi Mo.
Lin Qingyang came to the bed in a panic, and saw Qi Mo lying on the bed with a pale face, unconscious, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and gauze wrapped around his hands.
"How is he?" Lin Qingyang asked anxiously.
"The injury is okay, but Demonic Power was severely damaged before, so the recovery will be a little slow. I have given him medicine. Remember to use Demonic Power in the next period of time." Xue Lanyuan said.
Lin Qingyang sat by the bed, touched his head, his hair was wet, and frowned. "How could this happen? Who did it!"
Feng Shu frowned and said, "When I came back today, I saw him lying at the door of the Clear Wind Pavilion. I don't know who was injured."
"When A-Qi went out, it seemed that he went to Back Mountain to catch fish. He might have been attacked there." Feng Yi said.
Lin Qingyang said nothing with a sullen face, looking a little ugly.
"I saw it, it was a sword wound, and the opponent Cultivation should be not low." Xue Lanyuan said.
Lin Qingyang frowned, considering A-Qi's Cultivation, Nine Skies Sect's disciples were basically no match for him. Could it be that some master had sneaked into the sect?
Mo Yan was obviously aware of this, and said with a serious look on his face, "I will immediately ask people to strengthen the guard and search for this person."
Being attacked within the sect is no small matter. This time it was Qi Mo. I don't know who it will be next time.
"Recently, I ask everyone to be careful and not act alone." Lin Qingyang said.
Mo Yan nodded, waved his sleeves and disappeared.
Xue Lanyuan handed over a bottle of medicine and said, "This can help him recover quickly."
"Thank you." Lin Qingyang accepted the medicine.
Xue Lanyuan picked up the medicine box and was about to leave, but Lin Qingyang suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "Elder Xue, you must be careful recently. If anything strange happens, you must come to me as soon as possible."
"What will happen to me?" Xue Lanyuan asked in confusion.
"I want to know too." Lin Qingyang said with a headache, "No matter what happens, don't act without permission."
Xue Lanyuan looked at him in surprise, nodded hesitantly, turned around and went out. Feng Shu and Feng Yi looked at each other and followed him out.
Lin Qingyang sat on the edge of the bed with a solemn expression, looking at Qi Mo on the bed. He reached out and gently wiped away the remaining blood on the corner of his mouth. It happened just a few days ago, and he touched his face with some distress. As soon as his hand touched it, he thought of something, and then took it back.
Lin Qingyang leaned against the bed, something happened so quickly. Thinking about what Lin Yao said before, he became increasingly uneasy.