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

Chapter 292 The "Little Thing" That Can't Be Spoken

The three of them chatted and laughed while walking in the breeze, which was quite relaxing and comfortable.

The smell of alcohol had dissipated a little, and it was time to return to the table.

However, as soon as they stepped into the hall, the originally bustling hall suddenly fell into silence.

Jiuhua was startled by the sudden silence and was at a loss for a moment.

Fortunately, Mo Zheng gently patted the back of his hand, and he calmed down and continued to follow Lin Moran and Mo Zheng inside.

When passing by Jiuhua's seat, Mo Zheng gently pushed him, motioning him to return to his seat, "Go."

Then, he turned to Lin Moran and said, "Master is almost sober now, you don't have to follow me anymore."

Lin Moran then let go of Mo Zheng's hand and watched him return to sit next to Li Fuyi alone.

Unlike the strange silence in the hall, Li Fuyi was "as usual" and very attentive.

"Master, you're feeling better now. Would you like some tea to help you feel better?" As he spoke, he handed the teacup in his hand to Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng took it, drank it happily, and then asked softly, "What happened just now?"

Li Fuyi smiled brightly, "Nothing, just some beggars coming to ask for food and drinks, disturbing everyone's fun."

"..." Mo Zheng felt that this nonsense was too perfunctory.

This is the main peak of the Zichen Sword Sect. How dare Huazi come to this temple to cause trouble?

It's simply... a typical example of lying with open eyes.

However, Shen Changxun and Guan Ligui's expressions softened considerably. "Junior Brother Ying Xi, these are just minor matters. I've already sent them away. Why bring it up?"

Shen Changxun stood up and raised his glass to the other guests. "Come on! I'd like to offer a toast to you all. If I've been inadequate in my hospitality, I hope you will forgive me."

As he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall became lively again, and everyone raised their glasses in response.

It was as if what happened just now had never happened.

As the night banquet slowly came to an end, those sects that had originally planned to stay overnight almost all tacitly said goodbye and left early.

Mo Zheng became even more certain that what happened when they went out must not be a trivial matter.

However, the people around him kept their mouths shut, as tight as clams, and no information could be extracted from them no matter what.

Even the outer disciples and servants kept their mouths shut, as this was the third one.

Seeing that he was young, Mo Zheng wanted to try to get some clues from him.

Unexpectedly, he fell to his knees with a thud and begged, "My Immortal Lord, please forgive me. The Sect Master has issued a strict order not to make irresponsible comments. Those who violate the order will be expelled from the Zichen Sword Sect... I don't want to be kicked out, wuwu┭┮﹏┭┮"

Mo Zheng lifted him up by the back of his collar and put the handkerchief into his hand. "Okay, I won't ask any more questions. Just wipe your tears and do what you need to do."

The little servant stopped crying immediately, and ran away without a trace holding the handkerchief, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind and be caught and questioned again.

In desperation, Mo Zheng had to fly back to Tianze Peak on his sword.

Mo Zheng gently pushed open the door and met Li Fuyi's silver-gray eyes at first sight.

She just stared at him intently, as if waiting for him to arrive.

Li Fuyi was wearing a brand new school uniform and a purple-gold crown that Mo Zheng had put on him personally. Although it was the same style, it looked sharper and more imposing on him.

Mo Zheng couldn't help but stare at Li Fuyi infatuatedly. For a moment he was a little distracted, and in the hazy moment he felt sleepy.

He shook his head, forced himself to cheer up, walked into the room and went straight to the desk.

Picking up the pen, he raised his head and said solemnly to Li Fuyi, "Fuyi, the Zichen Sword's mental method and sword manual have been passed down in secret from generation to generation by successive masters..."

According to common sense, the Zichen Sword's mental method and sword manual can only be taught orally and cannot be easily put into writing to avoid falling into the hands of outsiders.

But given the delicate relationship between them now, Mo Zheng didn't want Zi Chen Sword to be implicated by him and be disliked by Li Fuyi, and he didn't want to embarrass himself.

So he changed the subject, "I will write it down later, and tomorrow morning I will personally take you to the Sword Bone Frost Hill."

"Once you successfully refine the Purple Star Sword, you will become the true master."

"Thank you, Master." Li Fuyi raised his eyebrows, with a forced smile, and his body did not even move.

Mo Zheng lowered his eyes, collected his thoughts, and focused his attention on his writing.

I wrote this with such eloquence that it took me a whole hour to finish it.

Li Fuyi glanced at him for the Nth time with some impatience, but saw Mo Zheng still bent over his desk, writing furiously.

"Master, aren't you just curious about what happened at the banquet?"

With a hint of amusement, "Why don't you ask me?" Li Fuyi finally broke the silence.

Mo Zheng's pen suddenly stopped, and the ink immediately spread out on the paper.

He hurriedly picked up the pen and looked at the ink-smeared handwriting with some distress.

He simply raised his head and looked directly at Li Fuyi, "Then... Fuyi, can you tell me what's going on?"

Li Fuyi sneered, seemingly uninterested in Mo Zheng's question, "Master, you're getting braver now. Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"

"Or……"

"Master, are those fears and such just a trick to play it safe?"

Mo Zheng didn't expect that Li Fuyi didn't answer directly, but instead brought up this topic.

He put the pen down and gave a bitter smile, "I'm afraid. How could I, a coward like me, not be afraid?"

He lowered his head and laughed at himself: "Maybe I've been afraid for so long that it's not so obvious anymore."

The effect of the Drunken Fruit had reached its peak, and Mo Zheng had to use all his strength to stay awake, otherwise he would immediately fall drunk and collapse to the ground.

The words he spoke became more casual and less cautious than before.

Suddenly, Li Fuyi appeared in front of him, grabbed his throat with her cold hands, and lifted him up from the chair with a force.

Mo Zheng, who was forced to stand up and face Li Fuyi, felt inexplicably guilty and turned his eyes away unconsciously.

This subtle action was like adding fuel to the fire, causing the anger in Li Fuyi's heart to suddenly burn fiercely.

A dangerous glint flashed in Li Fuyi's eyes, and the strength of his hands unconsciously increased. "Master, are you inviting me?"

The cold touch on his throat and the slight suffocation allowed Mo Zheng to completely overcome the drunkenness caused by the Drunken Fruit. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Fuyi... I..." Mo Zheng's voice was hoarse. He tried his best to remain calm and tried to explain his behavior, "I didn't mean that..."

Li Fuyi interrupted Mo Zheng directly, "Master, your eyes have betrayed you. Do you really think that I can't see what you are thinking?"

The other hand touched Mo Zheng's belt and pulled it hard. The belt and waist belt slid down along the hem of his robe, and his robe also loosened along the lapels.

Mo Zheng quickly covered it with his hands, which only caused Li Fuyi to laugh, "Master, is there anything about you that I, your disciple, have not seen?"