After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The next day, the atmosphere in Hunyuan City suddenly heated up and became extremely lively.

At dawn, when the sky was still hazy, the sound of firecrackers began to ring out one after another.

It seemed as if they wanted to make their ancestor's birthday party even more grand than the Chinese New Year. Even if they stood in the courtyard, separated by high walls, they could clearly feel the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Taoist Long Xing walked into the courtyard surrounded by a group of guards and happened to meet Li Fuyi and Mo Zheng.

He glanced at the two of them. They looked unfamiliar and unknown. His chin unconsciously raised higher, and he was extremely arrogant:

"Where are your peak masters, you two over there?"

Li Fuyi followed Mo Zheng silently, looking up at his arrogance with cold eyes.

Mo Zheng was very cooperative with Long Xing, and a simple smile appeared on his face. "Sect Master Long, are you looking for your uncle? It seems he went out early in the morning and is not here."

When Taoist Long Xing heard this, he looked down upon him even more. "Hmph, in that case, I will take my leave first. Remember to pass this invitation to your peak master."

He impatiently handed the invitation to a guard leader beside him, then turned around and left without looking back.

The head guard held the invitation carefully and watched Taoist Long Xing leave.

When he turned to face Mo Zheng and Li Fu, his expression instantly became cunning and mercenary.

A vivid interpretation of what it means to rely on the power of others, be arrogant at first but servile later, flatter the superiors and bully the subordinates.

He swaggered a few steps towards the two of them and handed the invitation to Mo Zheng.

He clearly had a square face and a short neck, yet he insisted on looking at people through his nose like a dragon. He tried for a long time but couldn't reveal even a bit of his neck.

With a look of pride, he spoke of today's arrangements: "The ancestor's birthday banquet will officially begin after nightfall. A carriage will come to pick you up from the City Lord's Mansion at dusk."

Mo Zheng still had his businesslike smile on his face as he reached out to take the invitation.

However, he didn't expect that the head guard suddenly pulled back as if to tease him, and put his other hand in front of him with the palm facing up.

He frowned, glanced at Mo Zheng sideways, and deliberately shook his palm.

Seeing that Liang Hai still didn't move, he tutted his tongue twice, "Your Zichen Sword Sect is a famous and prestigious sect after all, don't you understand the ways of the world?"

Mo Zheng glanced sideways at Li Fuyi, and secretly reached out to suppress Li Fuyi's urge to slap someone.

When he turned back, the smile on his face had disappeared, "Oh... you want money?"

Seeing that he finally understood, the head guard hummed a few times, his hands still spread out.

Mo Zheng rummaged around in his arms and finally found a suitable object.

With a look of regret on his face, he was very stingy and said, "I've been saving this for a long time. What a pity..."

The head guard's eyes lit up when he heard this. He made a fortune today. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. The inner disciples of Zichen Sword Sect have plenty of money.

But the next moment, his joy was instantly replaced by pain.

His open palm was pierced by a very low-quality dagger, and he let out a shrill howl in pain.

Instinctively, he wanted to attack Mo Zheng with the hand holding the invitation.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed across the gap between the two people like lightning.

Then, the guards who were watching the excitement heard their leader's increasingly loud and miserable cries:

"what!!!"

The chief guard's right hand was cut off neatly along the wrist, and the severed palm fell to the ground, still holding the invitation, and even his fingers were twitching slightly.

One of the chief guards' hands was cut off, and the other palm was pierced by a dagger. Blood immediately gushed out and splattered all over the ground.

The servants who were about to come over were so frightened that they subconsciously shrank back, blaming each other, and finally dragged the head guard back.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to swear: "You! How dare you hurt someone in Hunyuan City? You're done!"

A few drops of blood slid down Li Fuyi's Taiwei Sword. His pockmarked face, half-smiled, and fierce eyes looked quite incongruous. "Oh? Then go call your sect leader back?"

"It would also be good to let him know that you wanted to embezzle the invitations and prevent the birthday party from being held."

He deliberately raised his voice and ordered them, "Go!"

Mo Zheng picked up the blood-stained invitation from the ground with just two fingers and waved it in front of them. "Oh! It's all dirty. How can I give it to the Peak Master? Why not... ask him to come back and get a clean one?"

How could the head guard, who had lost too much blood and was as pale as paper, dare to call back Taoist Long Xing?

Even if their sect leader came back, the two arrogant Zichen Sword Sect disciples in front of them would be in trouble, and this group of guards would also be punished!

He could only stare at Mo Zheng and Li Fuyi with hatred, gritting his teeth and saying, "You two... just wait! I'll remember you!"

The pain made him break out in cold sweats and his vision went dark.

We have to find a way to stop the bleeding quickly!

"go!"

As for these two damn country bumpkins, we’ll deal with them later!

"Send me to the clinic..." He shouted to his men to save his life.

The group of people left in a flash, making a lot of noise.

Li Fuyi performed some sword tricks and then put away the Taiwei Sword. She saw Mo Zheng spreading out the invitation and looking at it carefully.

"Master, will Master Huaigui be able to come back in time?"

Although it is still early before sunset, it is not easy to hand over the medicine sachets to the heads of each family secretly and safely.

The jade token for communication within the city is completely unusable, and I don’t know whether things are going smoothly on his side.

The handwriting on the invitation was very wild and sloppy, making it difficult for Mo Zheng to read.

Coupled with the overly fragrant smell, it is really comparable to passing by the door of a beauty store in modern times. The "fragrance" is so overwhelming that it is dazzling.

He sniffed, and besides being too fragrant and strong, Mo Zheng felt that this smell was familiar...

But for the moment, I really can’t remember it.

He just wanted to ask Li Fuyi casually, "Fuyi, this smell..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly closed the invitation and threw it far away!

He finally remembered the smell.

I rummaged through the boxes inside the Fat Koi before I found a suitable container and put it in.

"Master!" Li Fuyi hurriedly walked around to Mo Zheng and looked at him nervously.