C79 Sell the message again!

Just as the butler left, another person appeared at the door. It was an old man in his fifties.

The man was not tall and his build was lean. His hair was slightly white and he wore a jade hairpin with a bun. His eyes were not big, but they were cold and his lips were thin. He was dressed in a brown short-sleeved shirt, an ink-black doublet, grey trousers, and small black boots. He held a short sword in his hand.

Just as he was about to enter, the person at the door stopped him and asked: "What are you doing here?"

The old man blinked and then said, "What can I do here? Open the door and do business. Don't tell me you don't want me to go in?"

With that, the four people at the door looked at each other and then one of them said, "The butler is not here, so we can't let you in as you please. Please wait for a moment."

The old man thought for a moment, then held his dagger and waited outside the door. Not long after, the butler returned.

It was only then that the youth at the door explained the situation to him. Hearing this, the butler hurriedly rushed to the front of the old man, cupped his fist, and bowed respectfully. Then, he smiled apologetically, "This old man has been waiting for a long time. Brother, please stand here and greet me." He then turned to a youth and scolded, "Bring the old man in."

The young lad hurriedly agreed and led the old man towards Brightmoon Restaurant.

Because it was already the right time, the Brightmoon Restaurant was very busy, so Housekeeper Liu had to wait for him, and the matters in the pavilion would be left to others.

Xiao Sheng led the way out of Brightmoon Restaurant, only to see a young butler in his thirties already waiting outside. Upon seeing this, he quickly cupped his fists in greeting, and then brought him up the stairs and arranged for him to go inside the house, explaining everything to him.

That old man was the same as the scholar. He wrote down the information he wanted to buy on a piece of paper, placed it in a box, pulled on the red rope, and sat down to wait.

Not long after, he saw the wooden box fall down. He took out a paper roll from the box, opened it to take a look, and could not help but spit on the ground. "Pui!" How dark! The Brightmoon Restaurant is even darker than us! A single piece of news could actually sell for ten thousand silver. " he said to himself.

However, he shook his head. Although there was nothing he could do, he had no other choice. He took out a silver note from his bosom and placed it in the box. After locking the box, he fiercely pulled on the red rope, causing the wooden box to ascend.

Before long, the wooden box fell down and he opened it up to take a look. It was the same answer that the scholar and woman received: "God Thief of the Mouse".

When the old man saw these four words, he was shocked. He thought to himself, "Why is it him!?" Could someone have offered a higher price than us? "

With that thought, he hastily pushed open the door and left the Brightmoon Restaurant.

When he left, Mo Jingtian woke up. When he opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in the sunlight, and immediately closed them, he rubbed his hands together, maybe because he drank a pot of wine yesterday, adding the continuous days of war, he finally slept until it was time to bask in the sunlight. The moment he woke up, he heard waves of sword sounds coming from outside.

He anxiously got off the bed, tidied his clothes, and went to the door, only to see that in the courtyard, Yang Jing was dancing with the sword. He was excited, and used his sword to fight with Yang Jing, but his cold sword was not unsheathed. First, when the saber was unsheathed, the cold Qi would enter his body and he would need to circulate his Qi to block it. Secondly, because it was an ordinary weapon, it could not withstand the onslaught of the cold sword.

Just like that, the two of them fought in the courtyard, the more they fought, the more shocked Mo Jingtian became, he did not know when Yang Jing's sword techniques had such power, could it be that he was a genius in martial arts?

Because, other than the very beginning, which Mo Jingtian had taught him some basic sword moves, the road was filled with various things. Mo Jingtian had not taught him any more, and the Drunken Sword Technique and the like, Mo Jingtian could not teach them without permission.

But when Mo Jingtian fought with Yang Jing, he realized that Yang Jing's sword techniques had changed from the few moves that he had imparted to him, it was originally a defensive style, but in Yang Jing's hands, it had become offensive and defensive, and each move, did not seem like a person who had just learnt it.

Mo Jingtian frowned slightly.

However, Yang Jing suddenly thought in his heart, "Not good, I was so focused on sparring with him that I forgot my current identity." After thinking about it, he hurriedly revealed a flaw. His body staggered, and pretended that he was unable to dodge Mo Jingtian's sword ray, as Mo Jingtian's sword sheath gently stopped in front of his throat.

"I'm not going to fight, I'm not going to fight, I can't beat you!" With that, Yang Jing kept his sword, his head lowered, and returned back to his room dejectedly.

Mo Jingtian smiled in the courtyard, and asked his sworn brother, "What happened!? Come out and we'll fight again. "

Yang Jing shouted from inside the house: "Stop fighting, stop fighting, you know that thing, what drunk sword technique, I can't beat you."

Mo Jingtian helplessly shook his head, but he felt depressed and wanted to take a walk.

Just as he was about to walk out of the courtyard, he saw Zhou Haiyue and Cheng Runyue walking over. They had been together for a long time, and were already familiar with each other.

Cheng Runyue nodded, but Zhou Haiyue walked forward, extended her fist, and punched Mo Jingtian on the shoulder, then said loudly: "Little brother, I heard that you were drunk last night, you did not wake up until now did you!"

Mo Jingtian felt a burst of pain in his shoulder, thinking, this sister really had a lot of strength. As for the matter of me getting drunk, it had to be Yang Jing who was spouting nonsense, but right now, he was not in the mood to complain, instead he anxiously asked the two of them: "Sisters, when will you be able to tell me who my enemies are? So that I can take revenge for my family as soon as possible! "

Mo Jingtian stared at the two of them with his fiery eyes, waiting for their reply.

The two sisters looked at each other, and Cheng Runyue said gently: "Don't be so anxious, my foster mother said that she will meet you tonight. I believe that at that time, she will definitely tell you everything! I hope young hero does not panic. "

Mo Jingtian was a little disappointed, but when he thought about it, he knew who his enemy was, so he decided to stay the night, and was not anxious at all. He immediately asked: "I wonder why my two big sisters are looking for me at this time?"

Zhou Haiyue smiled lightly at Mo Jingtian, and said: "Of course I called you here for a good thing!" With that, she pulled Mo Jingtian's sleeves.

"Elder sister, hold on, what about Yang Jing? Yang Jing! Yang Jing! " Mo Jingtian shouted into the house.

Just as Yang Jing walked through the door, Zhou Haiyue shouted: "It's none of your business, hurry up and go back!"

Yang Jing naturally knew of Zhou Haiyue's temper, and tactfully retreated. And Mo Jingtian was dragged out just like that, with Zhou Haiyue accompanying him smiling.

"Sister, let me go! It's not like I'm not going with you, what are you doing? " Mo Jingtian pleaded.

"No, I'm afraid you'll run away!" Zhou Haiyue pulled Mo Jingtian again.

Cheng Runyue, who was trying her best not to laugh, followed closely behind.

But at this time, Mo Jingtian was like a monk who was at his wit's end, he did not know where the two were bringing him to.