Xue Huan pretended not to hear. "Hmph, hit me if you want to, stop if you want to? Do you think she's his puppet too? It's not that easy!"
"Seventh Uncle!" Mo Ziyu shouted, and a gray figure suddenly appeared, blocking Xue Huan in front of him. His expression was cold, as if he wanted to kill her on the spot if she took another step forward.
Xue Huan felt a sense of oppression from this person. This person was obviously also a cultivator, and his realm was higher than her current level.
But if a fight really comes, she is not afraid of him.
Mo Ziyu looked at the Tianjia puppet with half of its leg removed, feeling heartbroken. He asked sternly, "What do you want to do by breaking into my Mo family?"
Mo Xuefei: "Brother, he——"
"Shut up." Xue Huan waved her hand and cast a silencing spell over, and Mo Xuefei couldn't make a sound for a moment.
She pinched her neck and tried to speak, but it didn't work. She glared at Xue Huan angrily, grabbed Mo Ziyu's arm and shook it, signaling him to stand up for her.
Mo Ziyu did not move, but looked at Xue Huan in surprise and doubt. The instantaneous spell she cast just now really shocked him.
Judging from his face, he wasn't from one of the other four families. Could he be a casual cultivator? When did casual cultivators become so powerful?
It's not that he looks down on independent cultivators, but that independent cultivators have no inheritance, no resources, and no systematic teaching. They rely on a little opportunity they get by chance to embark on the path of cultivation and cannot go far. The vast majority of independent cultivators only have a superficial understanding of cultivation.
Just like Fang Xing, who was once regarded as the national teacher by the emperor. In the eyes of several major families, this person only knew some unorthodox methods, but he was treated as a national teacher by the emperor. It was really foolish and ridiculous.
However, how the emperors in the secular world acted had nothing to do with them, so they just treated it as a joke.
The casual cultivator in front of him could not only break the layers of formations in the bamboo forest, but even the puppet formations were easily broken by her. Now, she could even cast spells instantly.
Even Mo Zifeng, the most talented of the younger generation of the Mo family, could not do this.
Moziyu had to re-examine the young man in front of him.
Xue Huan had no idea he had thought so much in an instant. After silencing Mo Xuefei, she recounted the entire story from beginning to end. Finally, she asked, "Mo Shiqi, I don't know you, and I've never had any grudge against you. Now I want to ask you, why are you so determined to kill me?"
After hearing this, Mo Ziyu understood that all this was done by Mo Xuefei. He looked at her sternly and thought that he would teach her a lesson when he got back.
He took the responsibility upon himself: "I'm sorry, Master Zhao, I've been so busy researching new mechanisms these past two days that I forgot you and Prince Ning were coming to visit. I didn't instruct the servants to remove the mechanisms in advance. Fortunately, you're okay, otherwise I would be uneasy."
Mo Ziyu sincerely apologized to Xue Huan, invited her into the house, and asked the servants to serve her tea.
"This is a little gadget I developed recently. Consider it an apology. If you don't mind, Mr. Zhao, please accept it." Mo Shiqi handed over a small box.
Xue Huan opened it and found it was a ring. She couldn't help but look at it strangely. But when she thought about the fact that rings didn't have any special meaning in ancient times, she put her mind at ease.
"This is?"
Moziyu explained to her the function of the ring.
"This ring contains three poisonous needles. Press down on the gemstone embedded in it, and the needles will shoot out. It's a small, concealed weapon that can be used to surprise the attacker."
It turns out that the ring that can shoot silver needles in TV dramas really exists.
Xue Huan played with the ring for a while, "What if all three silver needles are used up?"
Mo Ziyu smiled, "Once you shoot it, it will naturally disappear. And after using it once, the ring will be known to the enemy and won't have the effect of catching them off guard. The next time, the enemy will be on guard. Even if you reinstall the silver needles, it won't be of much use."
That's right, this thing is disposable.
Xue Huan put the ring away and said, "I'll take it. This matter is over now."
Mo Ziyu asked, "I wonder why Mr. Zhao wants to see me?"
Xue Huan took out the music box and said, "Master Mo, where did you get the inspiration to create this music box?"
Mo Shiqi pondered for a moment and did not answer immediately.
Xue Huan said, "I'm just curious. If it's inconvenient to talk about it, forget it."
Mo Shiqi: "Actually, it's okay to tell you. I saw this music box in a note left by an ancestor of the Mo family. I thought it was interesting, so I made it."
"Oh, I see. Mr. Mo, could you tell me the name of that ancestor?"
"Mo Xuan."
It seems that the real suspected time traveler is this ancestor of the Mohist school.
Xue Huan wrote down the name. Although she really wanted to see the note he left behind, Mo Shiqi would definitely not agree. After all, it might involve some mechanical techniques that the Mo family could not pass on to others.
After chatting for a few more words, Xue Huan asked to leave. Mo Ziyu did not stay long as he was in a hurry to teach his sister a lesson.
When we went out, it was much smoother. The whole journey was smooth and we didn't encounter any traps or formations.
Although this trip to the Mo family had an unpleasant beginning, the result was still very good. At least she got the information she wanted.
As soon as Xue Huan came out of the Mo family, Pei Qian came to greet her, "How was it? Did you see Mo Shiqi?"
"We talked about it in the car."
After getting in the car, Xue Huan recounted what happened next, and Pei Qian was stunned.
"Brother Zhao, I never thought you were such a hidden master!"
"What do you mean by expert? He's just a bit knowledgeable about mechanical formations, far from being a master."
Although Xue Huan said so, Pei Qian's opinion of her changed a lot. Thinking of the bottle of pills she gave him before, called the Rejuvenating Pill, maybe it really was a panacea for healing!
After sending Xue Huan back to the Prince's Mansion, he couldn't wait to find the medicine from the secret compartment. When he opened the cork, a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out.
After taking a puff, he felt his headache was relieved a lot.
He often reversed his day and night schedule and had a very irregular work and rest schedule. He stayed up late too often and developed a headache problem. He didn't take it seriously and got used to the pain after a while.
And now, the feeling of relief and comfort when the headache is relieved is so good!
If just smelling it has such miraculous effects, what if you eat it?
Pei Qian didn't dare take the medicine casually. He put the cork back in and put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve pocket, intending to see the imperial physician after returning home. If the medicine was fine, it wouldn't be too late to take it later.
Who would have thought that as soon as he returned to the mansion and stepped into the main courtyard, he heard heart-wrenching cries and the courtyard was in chaos.
The crying sound obviously came from his three-year-old only son Langger.
Pei Qian's heart skipped a beat as he strode in. "What's wrong?"
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