"Sister, what happened?" Qian Mansheng was startled.
Aunt Fang's eyes were red and swollen. She nodded to Mo Qingcheng and handed a letter and a dagger to Qian Mansheng: "Look at this..."
Qian Mansheng took the letter, his hands trembling more and more as he read it: "Master Yanyun?"
"Hmm? Mei Hongji?" Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly. How could Fang Lian have offended Yanyun Pavilion?
"Madam Mo, you also know this person? I've heard he's ruthless and his seductive arts are unmatched... I'm afraid Lian'er is in grave danger."
"Aunt Fang, Manager Qian, Mo Ji, I have some connections with the Master of Yanyun Tower..." Mo Qingcheng didn't want to cause trouble for Mei Hongji so soon, but when someone offers a pillow when you're sleepy, why not?
Aunt Fang knelt down with a thud: "Madam Mo, is what you're saying true? Please, save Lian'er..."
"Aunt Fang, get up quickly. You and Yue'er stay here. Manager Qian and I will go to rescue them."
"But……"
"Sister, get up quickly. If you go, you will only be a burden to Madam Mo..." Qian Mansheng didn't want his sister to be sad, and he didn't want his sister's ignorance to implicate Mo Qingcheng.
Aunt Fang was a reasonable person. She looked at Mo Qingcheng apologetically and apologized repeatedly.
Mo Qingcheng offered a few words of comfort, instructed Shangguan Yichen to keep an eye on Bai Yueniang, and then rode off with Manager Qian at full speed.
Bai Yueniang rolled her eyes. What did Sister Mo mean? Making a little brat watch over her? Was she kidding? She must have said something wrong...
Shangguan Yichen swept his cold gaze across the room, saying, "I'm talking about you."
Bai Yueniang silently turned her head, gazing out the window at a forty-five-degree angle, unable to hear, unable to hear, unable to hear...
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. Now, let's talk about Mo Qingcheng and Qian Mansheng, who headed straight for Yunta Temple in the suburbs, speeding all the way and arriving a quarter of an hour earlier than their appointment.
Qian Mansheng, his eyes filled with vigilance, touched the soft sword at his waist, took a deep breath, stood in front of the Yunta Temple, and pushed the door open to enter.
The door was ajar, covered in rust, and the yard was overgrown with weeds, utterly desolate.
Mo Qingcheng swept her cold gaze across the area, full of vigilance. The more dangerous the place, the easier it is to be ambushed.
The two exchanged a glance and entered Yunta Temple one after the other.
"Amitabha..." A Buddhist chant entered her ears, and the next second, a crazy, ragged old monk suddenly appeared out of nowhere and circled around Mo Qingcheng.
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, signaling Qian Mansheng not to act rashly. Qian Mansheng nodded, drew his soft sword, and stood aside, ready to strike at any moment.
A flicker of surprise crossed the old monk's eyes, before he resumed his erratic behavior: "It's still the same taste..."
Mo Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated. Did she think they were eating delicious food?
The old monk blinked: "Is there any food?"
"..." Mo Qingcheng sighed, took out some dry food, and casually tossed it to the old monk. She wondered to herself, could it be that she had encountered a hidden master? The Sweeping Monk?
The old monk laughed maniacally and vanished from the spot: "Come, return... Soul... Strange..."
Mo Qingcheng's expression changed drastically. She stared intently in the direction where the old monk had disappeared, her palms sweating.
"Mrs. Mo, are you alright?" Qian Mansheng asked, full of doubt.
Mo Qingcheng came to her senses: "Helpless, I don't know what the old man meant. Let's go."
Qian Mansheng nodded, relieved to see that Mo Qingcheng was unharmed. The two continued on their way, arriving at the main hall, which appeared increasingly desolate.
Mo Qingcheng, with her back to the door, twitched her ears and narrowed her eyes.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Several hidden weapons arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, and Fang Lian's crying reached his ears.
"Waaah... Don't kill me..."
"Did you bring what I asked for?"
Mo Qingcheng flashed back, a wicked glint in her eye: "Lord Mei, we meet again..."
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