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  Mo Qingchen suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a smoky gray talisman flying towards him at an extremely fast speed.

  That arrow suddenly stopped in front of Mo Qingchen, as if it had grown eyes, and trembled slightly.

  Mo Qingchen knew that the talisman in front of her was a transmission talisman, one of the most commonly used talismans in the cultivation world. She had used it more or less since she entered the cultivation world these few years.

  The talisman in front of her was different from what she had seen before. The ordinary transmission talismans, which she often carried with her, were gray in color.

  Although it's also gray, the transmission symbol is a dull gray color, while this one in front of me is a smoky gray with delicate patterns on top, giving off an elegant feel. For some reason, Mo Qingchen thought of that person in gray who comes to buy her spiritual wine every month.

  That person's face was ordinary, but inadvertently revealed an elegant and refined demeanor. If he were to use this talisman, it would be a perfect match.

  Mo Qingchen suppressed his strange thoughts and reached out to take the transmission talisman.

  "Come quickly to the city of Suo, I have something to tell you. - From Su."

  In an instant, Mo Qingchen used his divine sense to scan it, and the entire talisman immediately turned into a wisp of green smoke, vanishing into thin air in the blink of an eye.

  Mo Qing furrowed his brow, commonly used transmission talismans are divided into two types. One type is to know your exact location and transmit according to the location, which is cheaper; another type is that you don't know where you are, but within a certain range, the message can be transmitted, this kind of transmission talisman is more expensive, the wider the range, the more expensive it is.

  It's unlikely that Su would be willing to use this Sound Transmission Symbol, unless it was something very important, but what could be so important that it's related to herself?

  Mo Qingchen was deep in thought, unable to come up with a solution, and hastily headed to the market.

  Arriving at the entrance of the city, book lovers also like to look:. Mo Qingchen's footsteps paused, stunned, here. The bright and smiling young man who used to pull himself along with flying eyebrows and colorful words would never appear again.

  Mo Qingdun entered the market, where stalls were lined up one after another. People came and went, bustling with activity. She walked straight to her own wine stall.

  From a distance, I saw Su standing next to the Lingguo stall, occasionally glancing over this way, as if waiting for something.

  "Sister Su, are you looking for me about something?" Mo Qingchen asked in a clear voice as he approached.

  Su grabbed Mo Qingchen and said: "Qingchen, you've finally arrived. Actually... it's not me who's looking for you, but that person who buys wine from you every month."

  Su said with a mysterious wink.

  Mo Qingchen was even more surprised. Su Shi had used a transmission talisman to hastily summon him, could it be because of that person? Thinking that he hadn't come for over two months, Mo Qingchen wondered if he wanted to buy wine.

  "Where is he?" Mo Qingchen asked.

  "See, he said if you came, go find him over there."

  What Su meant was a teahouse on the other side of Qingyu Road.

  "Then I'll go take a look, thank you, Sister Su." Mo Qingchen slightly bowed.

  Su's busy pulling Mo Qingchen, with a smile on his face: "It's okay, it's okay. You go quickly, don't keep others waiting."

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said, "It seems like the Su family has received a lot of benefits from someone."

  Having lived in the inner city for a few years, Mo Qingchen was familiar with the location of every shop here, but this tea house was one place he had never been to.

  Outside the teahouse stood two young men in green robes, one on either side of the door. Seeing Mo Qingdun approach, they spoke in unison: "Honored guest, please enter."

  One of them bowed and stretched out a hand saying: "Please follow me."

  Mo Qingchen secretly licked his tongue and observed the situation. He estimated that even if he just stood at the entrance, many cultivators would be intimidated by him.

  This tea house makes you feel that if you don't have at least 180 spiritual stones in your pocket, it's embarrassing to enter.

  As expected, once inside, the hall was decorated in a low-key yet elegant manner. Many of the decorations seemed ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they revealed a subtle luster that set them apart from common objects.

  Mo Qingchen didn't have time to take a closer look, when a second-level cultivator with the appearance of a maid came up and asked: "Excuse me, are you looking for a young master wearing gray clothes?"

  Jian Mo Qing nodded and followed the maid, who said: "Please follow me."

  Mo Qingchen followed the maid up the jade stone staircase and along the corridor past several doors, stopping in front of one.

  "It's here." The maid bowed and withdrew.

  Mo Qingchen looked at the slightly ajar carved wooden door of Qimu's room, calmed down for a moment, and still reached out to knock on the door.

  But before his fingers touched it, the door swung open automatically, and a low, gentle voice came: "Come in."

  In the compartment, a man in grey stood up from his seat and nodded at her.

  For some reason, whether it was his movements or expressions, he was polite and courteous, but Mo Qingchen felt a sense of being looked down upon.

  As he gazed at her, Mo Qingchen subconsciously glanced down and only then realized that his clothes were all wrinkled. These days of neglecting sleep and food to refine the elixir had made him forget to take care of himself.

  Those who have not entered the foundation period, still can't avoid dust and dirt, and still need to clean themselves on time. Those who can prevent dust, Mo Qingchen is unwilling to waste his hard-earned spirit stones on this, other book friends look normally:.

  If it were another woman, being discovered by a strange man in such a disheveled state would naturally make her feel embarrassed and ashamed. However, Mo Qingchen didn't care about these things, and with a smile, said: "I heard that Sister Su said you're looking for me, is it to buy some Ling wine? Sorry, I've been busy cultivating these days and haven't had time to sell wine."

  Looking at the little girl in front of her, her hair was messy and unkempt for several days without combing, and her clothes were even more wrinkled. However, she was calm and composed, with a smile as bright as a flower, and a pair of dimples on her lips that made her look even more lovely and charming. The gray-clothed person's eyes sparkled slightly, and his voice was still gentle: "If the spiritual wine is brewed, I'd like to buy some more. Today, however, I have another matter, mainly because someone entrusted me with bringing something to you."

  The man in grey handed over a storage bag and a message token.

  Mo Qingchen only then discovered that his fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, and at the tiger's mouth, there was a faint white scar.

  Mo Qingchen's heart flashed with a faint sense of doubt, and as he entered the Refining Qi stage, his physical quality surpassed that of ordinary people by a large margin. In case of external injuries, the healing speed would be much faster, and scars would not easily remain. Even if scars did form, there were spiritual pills and medicines to remove them.

  This man in grey robes has a cultivation of Refining Qi at the tenth level. His fingers are long and slender like bamboo, his skin is the characteristic lustrous whiteness of a cultivator, and the white mark on his tiger's mouth doesn't seem to be a scar, but rather a slight callus.

  Mo Qingchen's heart stirred, could it be that this person was actually a sword cultivator?

  In the Xiu Zhen world, sword cultivators are not many, mainly because the advancement of sword cultivators is more difficult than other cultivators, which makes many people fearful. However, on the other hand, among cultivators of the same level, sword cultivators have the strongest attacking power.

  Mo Qing dusted off these thoughts, took over the storage bag and the message symbol. He had just swept a glance at it and felt that the storage bag was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen someone wear it before.

  A bad premonition rose in Mo Qingchen's heart, and she hastily urged the Leave Message Symbol. A message quickly surged forth.

  A moment later, Mo Qingchen opened his eyes, looking a bit unwell.