The owner of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber'? "Great Elder Mo Wu Xin muttered to himself. He rolled his eyelids and asked," Did that little girl really say that? "
"Yes." Mo Xing Chen sat upright on the chair and rubbed his brows.
"Ha-ha … I don't know who the owner of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber' is. He gave such a precious saber to a little girl as a plaything …"
Mo Wu Xin paced two steps. He then said with a gloomy smile, "But, Tian Ji once said that the owner of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber' is treating the little girl's damaged Three Yin Meridians with a miracle medicine … It seems that he said that it would take a year or three years?"
"That's true." Mo Xing Chen's eyes lit up. He recalled what Mo Tian Ji had said when Mo Tian Ji and Mo Qing Wu had returned to the clan.
"Our Mo Clan will have a promising expert if Little Wu's Three Yin Meridians can be restored. In fact, she will be more likely to advance to the Emperor Level than Tian Ji and Tian Yun. Mo Wu Xin muttered to himself, "It's a pity that such a promising daughter will become Meng Luo's concubine … but …"
"Yes, the problem now is whether the owner of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber' is confident in curing the Three Yin Meridians. We will miss a powerful ally of the Meng Clan if we don't have confidence … "Mo Xing Chen sighed deeply.
"So, we wait for another year?" Mo Wu Xin seemed to be asking himself. He then said, "Let's use her young age as an excuse. Generally, a girl from an aristocratic family must be at least twelve years old when she gets engaged … as long as it's not an arranged marriage since childhood. I believe that the Meng Clan won't have any objections … but, we must form an alliance with the prospective in-laws during this time. "
"This … is also good."
"We can make plans again if Little Wu's Three Yin Meridians can be cured after a year. After all, Meng Luo isn't asking for an outstanding beauty as a concubine. He only wants a powerful ally … "Mo Wu Xin chuckled.
"Great Elder, you're right."
"Moreover, I'm most curious about the owner of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber' … He may not be able to cure Little Wu's Three Yin Meridians, but he's certainly not an ordinary person. I can use him … "Mo Wu Xin's eyes flashed as he said," But, we'll talk about this later. We'll talk about it when he arrives. "
"But what if he doesn't come within a year?"
"If you don't come within a year, then Qing Wu will become a member of the Meng Clan! Our Mo Clan has already done our utmost benevolence by delaying for a year for the sake of the 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber', "Mo Wu Xin said coldly.
It seemed that delaying the marriage of his Mo Clan's daughter for a year was giving face to an outsider …
"This matter is settled then," Soul Fighter said indifferently.
Watching Mo Xing Chen hurriedly leaving, Mo Wu Xin's face exposed a trace of a smile, as he muttered to himself, "That person could casually gift out the 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber', how could he not have an even more formidable treasure? As long as he came to the Mo Clan, even if he had great ability, where could he go? The Mo Clan would immediately become powerful if they could obtain the formidable resources in his hands and control him … How could an ally of the Meng Clan compare to such a huge benefit? After all, the Clan Master of Constellation is still a little narrow-minded … "
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"Delay for a year?" Mo Qing Wu opened her eyes and looked at her father.
"Yes, wait for the person who gave you the 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber'," Mo Xing Chen said, "But, if there is no news after a year … sigh."
"I understand." Mo Qing Wu was extremely intelligent. Moreover, she had grown up in such a big clan. So, how could she not understand after hearing this sentence?
Just like the younger brothers of the Imperial Family who were seven or eight years old, they knew how to scheme and scheme against each other to fight for the throne. The younger brothers of the aristocratic clans were also instilled with the concept of the clan's interests from an early age. Perhaps, a child of an ordinary family wouldn't have such awareness even at the age of twenty … This was the difference.
How could Mo Qing Wu not understand that her clan had taken a fancy to the owner of the 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber'? Moreover, it was a win-win situation. Either they could obtain the resources of the owner of the 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber', or they could directly obtain this talent. Or they could sell her out, and become an ally of the Meng Clan, and obtain the support of the Meng Clan.
However, there was only one key person in the final analysis, and that was herself. She had no value, but suddenly became a cripple again!
At this moment, Mo Qing Wu suddenly became disheartened!
"I understand." Mo Qing Wu gently turned around, and didn't look at her father.
"Little Wu … we are a clan …" Mo Xing Chen helplessly sighed.
"I know, father. You can go back." Mo Qing Wu coldly said. Then, she suddenly remembered Chu Yang's words. She couldn't help but turn around again, and looked at her father indifferently. She then said in a low voice, "A clan is a clan, but … a clan without human feelings and with only interests won't last long. When the time comes for destruction, even if a hundred daughters are sacrificed and married off, the clan will still be destroyed. "
"A clan that uses its own flesh and blood as tools …" Mo Qing Wu bit her lips, and slowly said, "It's better to have none!"
Mo Xing Chen's facial muscles twisted. He suddenly shouted, "Evil creature! What nonsense are you talking about? "He raised his hand, and was about to slap her.
Mo Qing Wu stubbornly raised her face, and looked at her father. Her eyes were clear and sorrowful.
Mo Xing Chen finally put down his hand. Looking at his daughter's clear eyes, he suddenly felt ashamed. He coldly snorted, and flicked his sleeves to leave, leaving only one sentence.
"You have a year's buffer. I hope you think carefully! You are a daughter of the Mo Clan. When it's time to sacrifice for the clan, you have to contribute yourself to the clan! Otherwise, what's the point of the clan raising you? "
"What's the point of the clan raising me?" Mo Qing Wu stood powerlessly. Suddenly, she shouted in her heart, "Do parents raise their children for their usefulness? Do clans raise their children for their interests?
Even an ordinary clan wouldn't be so heartless, right?
I don't want this kind of clan! I don't want it!
Brother Chu Yang, Brother Mo, come quickly … I really can't stay here any longer … I really want to leave this place … "
Mo Qing Wu's trembling hands hugged the scabbard tightly, and curled up on the ground.
It was the middle of summer, but she felt that her heart and body were ice-cold. She couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth …
…..
This was a three-way junction, but it had turned into a small town. Or rather, a small market.
Originally, there was only a lonely restaurant here. Although it was lonely, it provided a place for pedestrians to rest.
Especially at the entrance of Cang Lan Battlefront, there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Moreover, anyone who came here wasn't an ordinary person. Ordinary people couldn't come here. Therefore, even if they weren't rich, they still had some family background …
Since the establishment of the restaurant, inns slowly appeared, followed by gambling houses, and then brothels …
Slowly, all kinds of businesses started here, and it gradually developed into a market. Here, as long as you can think of it, it's all here. Even if you can't think of it, it's all here!
Here, you can buy and sell, you can trade, you can also pawn, and you can even relax in all kinds of ways …
At the entrance of all these businesses, there was no exception. There was a sign indicating where these so-called 'buyers and sellers' came from. Which power they belonged to.
For example, a certain inn directly typed out the words: Black Devil Inn … these four words. There was also the Eastern Restaurant, Gu Restaurant, and so on.
Of course, most of the places had two rows of green bamboo planted in front of their doors. And these places were often the most popular places for business. There was no other reason; it was safe!
Who didn't know that the Three Heavens Bamboo was the biggest underworld organization?
There were many such markets in Cang Lan Battlefront, but every one of them was thriving.
For example, this largest and most luxurious restaurant had two rows of green bamboo in front of its door.
Chu Yang's black robe fluttered, and he slowly walked into the restaurant. There was still an hour before the meal time, but the restaurant was already crowded with people.
Most people were drinking tea, and talking loudly. Tea houses and wine shops were the places where news spread the fastest.
As soon as Chu Yang walked up, the people at the entrance of the restaurant suddenly felt a cold aura appear. Moreover, it gradually pervaded the air, and shrouded over.
Did an expert appear?
These people were frequent visitors of Cang Lan Battlefront. Which one of them didn't have sharp eyes? Suddenly, their hearts trembled, and they turned their heads to look.
They saw a black-clothed youth with an indifferent face and a black robe appear at the entrance of the stairs. Then, he took a step forward, and looked around. His malicious eyes seemed to be looking for a seat.
A waiter immediately greeted him, "Guest, please come in. May I ask if you want to drink tea or eat?"
"Wine and food," Chu Yang said coldly. He casually took out an ingot of gold and said, "I want a seat in the middle." The middle was the most central table in the entire restaurant. Sitting here, one didn't need to use martial power to hear all the movements in all four directions. It was the best seat to gather information and inquire about information.
Generally, people who asked for this seat were people who needed a lot of information, or people who were nosy. This was also the custom of the three days.
When Chu Yang put forward this request, the waiter immediately understood.
"This …" The waiter held the gold in his hand, and turned his head somewhat awkwardly. He looked at the middle table, and saw that it was already occupied by two people. His face revealed a difficult expression.
"It's okay. You go and get the wine and food. I will take care of it!" Chu Yang said lightly. The waiter nodded fiercely, and revealed an expression of 'so it's an old customer'. Then, he left in a relaxed manner.
This was also the custom. This restaurant was Bamboo's restaurant. Chu Yang put forward the request, and took out the gold, and gave Bamboo face. It was also equivalent to using an ingot of gold to buy a pass: As long as I don't go too far, Bamboo can't interfere with me after receiving the gold.
Chu Yang's body floated over, and with a strong cold aura, he stood beside the table, and said lightly, "You two, have you eaten and drunk enough?"
The strong cold aura seemed to have found its target, and rushed towards these two people like a flash flood.
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