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The bamboo garden was completely surrounded by bamboo. After manmade pruning, it formed a green wall. From afar, it looked like an orderly sleeping dragon. Beside the bamboo wall, there were orchids, peonies, pansies, etc. The colors of the flowers seemed to be blooming recklessly, but they were in fact carefully placed. Even the fragrance of the flowers was mixed with the fine concoction of the gardener, allowing people to feel refreshed and relaxed. The fragrance of the flowers alone was enough to intoxicate people.

Ye Mo Han walked into the courtyard, took a deep breath, and felt that he was full of strength. His limbs and bones were full of power, but because the knife wound had not completely healed yet, there would still be pain from time to time. It was as if he was constantly reminding Ye Mo Han that even those with high martial arts skills would find it difficult to rely on their own abilities to escape under the siege of tens of thousands of people.

"If he isn't injured, then I really don't know. But the City Lord's Mansion actually has a different world." Needless to say, the one who spoke was definitely Zhu Xingtong.

After Ye Mo Han woke up, he rubbed his ears with Dong Fang Rui for two days, and the two told each other about their departure. In truth, Dongfang Rui knew that most of the people with cold sheets were indeed in the Chenchen Palace. Especially when it involved Mo Xiyan, Dong Fang Rui would ask more questions. Although she wasn't jealous, she was curious and couldn't help but want to understand what had happened between the two of them.

"Eh, where is the Eastern Sect Leader, Madam Ye?" Zhu Xingtong smiled evilly.

Ye Mo Han didn't answer, he only stared at Zhu Xingtong for a while. Seeing that he was wearing a white robe, his face seemed more like a piece of jade that had been meticulously carved. Ye Mo Han let out a long sigh. "What a pity, what a pity that they didn't destroy your face in the chaotic army. If you were to wander the world in the future, who knows how many women would be hurt.

Zhu Xingtong laughed and said, "I really don't like ordinary women."

"What are you looking at?" Dong Fang Rui asked Zhu Xingtong as she called for the two to come over for some soup. The soup was brewed from her garden's orchid stamens, a dozen herbs, and Thousand Poisons Sect's secret method of activating the blood and soothing the tendons for four hours. It was extremely effective for external injuries.

"I don't think so." Zhu Xingtong sniffed and took the soup from Dong Fang Rui's hand. Looks like I am so lucky to be able to drink the Thousand Poison Sect's Sect Leader's personally brewed soup today. "

Ye Mo smiled, "You should thank me even more."

"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you Brother Ye, and thank you Sister Ye."

Hearing him call her sister-in-law, Dongfang Rui was overjoyed. She said, "Hurry up and drink this soup. Not only can it help heal wounds quickly, it can also nourish your internal organs."

Ye Wen Han took over the bowl that Zhu Xingtong handed him. After he swallowed it, he felt a sweet and cold feeling caressing his throat. A refreshing feeling filled his stomach, and even the breath he exhaled seemed to have the fragrance of a flower stamen. Unknowingly, his appetite had risen and he drank up the entire bowl after taking a few gulps. Zhu Xingtong also praised Dongfang Rui a few more times as she drank and couldn't stop praising her. Actually, he didn't want to say it. Dong Fang Rui would boil the soup for Ye Wen's sake. With Ye Wen's cold body, she naturally wouldn't miss a bowl of his soup. Seeing that he was so greedy, Eastern Rui Ye happily accepted.

Just as the two of them finished drinking the soup, Fang Xiaonuo's men came down to look for Ye Mo Han, saying that someone was calling for Ye Mo Han at the city lord's mansion. Since the guards didn't allow them to pass, they injured the guards. Now Fang Xiaonuo had sent someone to surround him at the Mayor's Mansion, to ask Ye Mo Han to come over and see if he knew the man.

Ye Mo Han and Dong Fang Rui looked at each other, wondering if this was an enemy or a friend. Zhu Xingtong stood up and stretched her body, walking towards the bedroom, "Such a beautiful soup, after drinking it and having a good night's sleep, you've become a god."

Ye Mo was a bit confused. At this critical juncture, who would come looking for him? It definitely could not be someone from the Jing and Xuan Palace. If it was, his identity would be revealed and he would not be obstructed by any of the guards from the Mayor's mansion. Then, is it someone outside the Mo Clan? Although many people knew that Ye Mo Han was under the Mo Clan's protection, the two great clans were at war and feared the Mo Clan's power. As a result, many people who hated Ye Mo Han could only curse at him angrily and did not dare to truly come to the Mo Clan to seek revenge. Some of them even went to the Nangong family to join Nangong Ping's army, hoping to use the Nangong family's power to defeat the Mo family and use Ye Mo Han to kill them.

According to Ye Chonglou's conjecture, if Nangong Ping wanted to recruit some martial artists to serve him, he could definitely use that name to suppress the Mo family as if he was taking revenge for his little sister. If that really happened, the entire martial arts world would shake their arms and cry out. It would be difficult for the Mo Clan not to be in a passive position. However, what made Ye Mo's heart turn cold was that this sort of situation did not occur. Mo Yunfan had also mentioned this to him before. Mo Yunfan believed that the reason Nangong Ping did not do that, was because he appreciated them. It was because the two of them were both young talents in the martial arts world. Now that he had become the master of a precious land in the Central Plains, his martial arts skills seemed to be able to look down on the world. That day during the conversation, Mo Yunfan had a few comments about Nangong Ping. Ye Han still remembered that Nangong Ping had both the eyes of a politician and the broad mind of a martial artist.

Ye Chanhan felt that Mo Yunfan's words made sense, but he was not sure if Nangong Ping liked to be a martial artist, or a king that tens of thousands of people would bow their heads to.

Ye Mo Han had not yet reached the City Lord's Mansion when he heard the faint sounds of discussion. In front of the mansion, there was no sign of Fang Xiaonuo. There were only dozens of guards holding swords and sabers, all of them ready and blocking the gates layer after layer as if they were facing a great enemy.

The guard turned around. As soon as Ye Mo passed through, he said happily: "It's you." He was dressed in white and carried a long sword on his back. He stood calmly in the middle of the street and turned a blind eye to the onlookers.

Ever since Liu Yiyi had left him, Ye Mo Han had never heard of any news of her. It seemed like he was still looking for the best place to practice his sword. If one looked closely, besides being a little thinner than before, there were no other changes on Liang Rufeng's appearance. However, Ye Wen could sense that his sword art had improved tremendously. For someone like him, who only focused on one thing, it was impossible for him to not do a good job.

Ye Mo Han really hoped that he could become a person like Liang Rufeng, who could abandon everything for a single thing. For example, he hoped that Liang Rufeng would become a sword and reject Mo Xi Yan. Ye Mo Han believed that Liang Rufeng was interested in Mo Xiyan, but in order to cultivate a peerless sword art, he had hurt Mo Xi Yan's heart. This had directly led to Mo Xi Yan sending people to try to kill him again and again in a mischievous manner. Now that he thought about it, Mo Xiyan's actions were more like finding someone to use to practice her swordsmanship, but to make things difficult for the assassins who lost their lives for money. With this thought, Ye Mo Han couldn't help but laugh in his heart. He was already beginning to suspect that the two had originally planned to use this sort of method to deceive everyone.