Luo Jianqing said coldly, "Since you launched the killing move first, you must give us Taihua Mountain an explanation. If you don't apologize, then we will fight."
Mo Qiu curled his lips and smiled: "My little beauty, you want to fight me? You are in the middle stage of Jindan."
Luo Jianqing raised his eyebrows: "Sir, are you unwilling to apologize?"
Mo Qiu sneered, "What a joke! Anyone who dares to comment on my appearance deserves to be hacked to pieces. Today, for the sake of Taihua Mountain, I'll spare that brat. The next time we meet, I'll definitely skin him alive and make him..."
A green sword light rose from the ground!
Mo Qiu's voice suddenly stopped, and a blood-red whip suddenly appeared in his hand. He raised his hand to block Luo Jianqing's attack.
Sword lights and whip shadows kept flashing in the small inn, and the vast spiritual power collided with each other, causing waves of spiritual power.
As Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu started arguing, some sensible cultivators had already dispersed. The disciples of the other four sects all watched, with four late-stage Jindan cultivators scanning Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu with scrutiny. Now that they saw the fight, they narrowed their eyes and watched closely.
There is a lack of young disciples in Taihua Mountain, but among the other four sects and aristocratic families, the top ones of their younger generation are almost all in the late Jindan stage, and these four people are the eldest brothers and sisters of the four sects.
The green sword light carried a cold aura, and the blood-red whip was deadly with every lash.
The two fought fiercely, but Xie Zizhuo felt particularly relieved because he knew that although his senior brother was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, he was invincible below the Nascent Soul Realm! Cultivation was important, but strength was the foundation of a cultivator. Venerable Hao Xingzi had long said that the world's only two super-grade roots gave Luo Jianqing such strength that ordinary people could not match him. He could kill people across levels!
However, as time passed, the four onlookers all frowned, looking warily at Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu. Xie Zizhuo was even more astonished; he had never imagined that this member of the Mohist branch could actually fight Luo Jianqing to such an extent!
Bang!
Bang!
Luo Jianqing's body shook and he stopped, with a whip mark on his face.
Mo Qiu in red was also breathing slightly, and there was a bloody wound on his left arm.
Both of them looked at each other with cold expressions. After a long while, Mo Qiu smiled softly and said, "This is the first time in my life that someone has forced me to apologize to someone."
Luo Jianqing raised the Frost Floating Sword and pointed it directly at the opponent's eyebrows: "Do you want to fight again?"
Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring at the young man in white. After a moment, he sneered, turned to look at Jie Zizhuo, and said, "I was wrong to poison him this time, but next time, you'd better avoid me. I, Mo Qiu, have never had anyone alive under my command, so don't make me do it a second time."
Xie Zizhuo's mouth was sealed, and he could only curse angrily in his heart: You are so arrogant, you didn't even beat my senior brother!
After the words fell, Mo Qiu turned around and left. Luo Jian said calmly, "Friend Mo, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, why not make peace? It seems you couldn't find a room just now. I have a vacant room in Taihua Mountain that I can give to you."
The nineteenth junior brother was surprised and said, "Brother, isn't there no vacant room? You..."
Luo Jianqing said, "I can just squeeze into a room with someone else."
Seeing this, Mo Qiu looked at Luo Jianqing with amusement without saying a word.
Luo Jianqing looked calm and asked, "What do you think, Fellow Daoist Mo?"
Mo Qiu asked back, "Are you trying to win me over?"
Luo Jianqing avoided answering.
Mo Qiu laughed out loud: "Taihua Mountain is really interesting, and the people of Taihua Mountain are really interesting, hahahaha. Okay, I accept your invitation. But you don't have to squeeze in with others, you and I can just stay in the same room."
Hearing this, a dark light flashed in Luo Jianqing's eyes, but he said nothing.
After the meal, Luo Jianqing summoned Wei Qiongyin to another place and inquired about the Mohist family. Listening to Wei Qiongyin's words, Luo Jianqing's eyes gradually darkened. Finally, he smiled and said, "I see. I didn't know the Mohist family was the leader of the eight great families in ancient times." Then he returned to the inn.
That night, Luo Jianqing slept on the floor, which made Mo Qiu laugh strangely and ask, "My little beauty, are you worried that I won't sleep well, or are you afraid that I'll bother you in the middle of the night?"
Luo Jianqing's expression was indifferent, and he said in a cold voice: "It's because my sleeping posture is not good."
Mo Qiu laughed.
In the middle of the night, Luo Jianqing was not asleep. He lay on the ground with his clothes on, looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, and recalled something that happened a long time ago.
In his previous life, upon learning of the tragic deaths of his two junior brothers, Luo Jianqing braved the danger and returned to the Far North to search for them. Not only did he find Zuo Yunmo's sword tassel, but he was also attacked by numerous righteous individuals. Already wounded, Luo Jianqing was no match for these individuals, so he fled in defeat, escaping into a valley.
It is easy to enter the valley, but difficult to get out of it.
Luo Jianqing didn't have the same luck as Li Xiuchen. After falling into the valley, he didn't find any magic weapons or elixirs, only a skeleton and a blood letter. The blood letter said that the skeleton belonged to a cultivator of the Mohist School. He knew that after his failure, his clan would be isolated by other clansmen, and even massacred.
The blood letter didn't explain what this elder had done to cause the other clansmen to vent their anger on his own lineage. However, the hatred in the blood letter was enough to shake the heavens, and even after thousands of years, it still shocked Luo Jianqing.
"My sins will not affect future generations. I hope you will lend a helping hand to my descendants. I will give you the magical treasures, elixirs, and everything else here."
Luo Jianqing saw no elixirs or magical weapons; all he saw was a skeleton. However, Luo Jianqing still remembered to repay his debt, as he was practically exhausted. With no other options, he could only use his magic skills to absorb all the remaining spiritual energy from the skeleton and restore his strength.
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