Martial arts: the beginning of the dragon and elephant prajna great success

The Escort Bureau is not a charity hall, so there is no reason to do white work.

Therefore, no matter what conspiracy or vortex this matter is involved in, Su Mo, as the head of the Ziyang Escort Bureau, certainly has no reason to contribute his efforts without taking money.

And from another aspect, the more he behaved like this, the more it showed that he didn't know what was in the brocade box.

Otherwise, how could he give up the treasure of Xuanjikou, which involves the Great Xuanwu Library, for the sake of mere yellow and white things?

Wang Xianglin looked at Su Mo, his eyes changed, and then he said with a half-smile, "Do you know who this old man is?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The corner of Wang Xianglin's mouth twitched: "Then do you know what is in this brocade box?"

"The person who gave this thing to me was on the verge of death. To be honest, if he hadn't died, I would never have taken this dart.

"However, since the things have been handed over to me, I can't just accept them like this. That's why I came all the way to this Jiming Station, and handed them over to you bitterly.

"As for the things in this box...someone has already lost their lives because of it, but I don't want to be the next one. Therefore, no matter what rare treasures it contains, it has nothing to do with me.

"But there is a verse...the man said that he would give the things to Jiming Station, Yuquan Inn Wang Xianglin, there must be a big thank you, but I kept it in my heart."

Su Mo talked eloquently: "Nowadays, you and I don't need to talk nonsense, will you give the dart money?"

Wang Xianglin looked at Su Mo for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be a bit alert at such a young age. If you don't die, you must have a place in this Jianghu. Of course, I am the escort. given."

After finishing speaking, he reached out and touched his sleeve. After a while, he pulled out three bank notes and handed them to Su Mo.

"Dayou Qianzhuang's banknotes can be cashed as long as you leave Donghuang. The 300 taels should be enough for you to make this trip, right?"

"It's natural."

Su Mo grinned, and reached out to get the bank note.

It's just that Wang Xianglin stretched out his hand and pressed it, looked at the brocade box in Su Mo's hand, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Hahaha, it should be."

Su Mo stretched out his hand and pushed the brocade box over, and Wang Xianglin handed over the bank note.

Paying the money with one hand, delivering the goods with the other hand... To be honest, this is really not like betting on darts. It feels like you are trading something shady.

Holding the 300 taels of silver bill in his hand, Su Mo looked at Wang Xianglin who had already got the brocade box, and smiled lightly:

"Money and goods are paid off, this business is over, I will take my leave."

"Ah."

Wang Xianglin just held the brocade box, as if he couldn't put it down, and he didn't even care about Su Mo's farewell.

It was only when Su Mo was about to leave the room that Wang Xianglin said:

"I'll give you a piece of advice. If you don't want to cause trouble for yourself, remember to keep your mouth shut about today's matter!"

Su Mo looked back at him, didn't say much, but closed the door after leaving the room.

Across the door, Su Mo stood still slightly, and with a thought, a panel was opened in front of him.

[Task: Deliver the brocade box to Wang Xianglin of the Yuquan Inn in Jiming Station (Completed)]

[Reward: Settlement in progress...]

Seeing this reminder, Su Mo did not breathe a sigh of relief. He frowned slightly, looked back at the door, and then turned and left.

……

……

In the guest room, the black cloth wrapped in the brocade box has been taken apart, but the brocade box was thrown aside like a shoe.

Wang Xianglin sat by the window, which was half open.

After a while, he no longer has the book in his hand, nor the cup of tea he forgot to drink.

but a knife.

He rubbed the blade lightly, but out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Su Mo who was leaving the inn, until Su Mo's figure left the range of the inn, and even left the street, after leaving the Jiming Post, he Then he exhaled lightly.

Suddenly, the other half of the window was blown open by the wind.

It was a person who came in with the wind.

The moment this person came in, he was already sitting on the stool by the table.

He reached out and picked up the cup of tea, making a gesture of wanting to drink it.

But he heard a snap, and the back of his hand was hit by the scabbard.

Then came a voice: "Pour yourself."

"..."

The visitor had no choice but to pour himself a cup of tea and put a sword on the side of the table.

The sword... is very long, seven feet long!

"Just leave like this?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

"Then I'm leaving too."

"Run faster, maybe you can catch up."

"..."

The swordsman was very annoyed: "It's already very fast."

"Apparently not fast enough."

Wang Xianglin's eyes glanced outside: "Here we come."

"...You bastard, I really thought I was afraid of you! I'm just respecting the old!"

The swordsman flew out with the sword in his hand, and just as he landed on the ground, he heard the wind of the stick coming through the air. When he looked up, he saw an old man in ragged clothes, holding a wooden stick, and a red wine gourd hanging from his waist descending from the sky.

The swordsman wanted to draw his sword, but after pondering, he stamped his feet, flew up, and fled.

The old man with red gourd glanced at the window of Wang Xianglin's room, and then chased after the swordsman in the direction where he left.

One in front of the other, in the blink of an eye they are far away.

The two that Su Mo met in the forest that night had already reached the Jiming Post, and judging by the momentum, it seemed that they had to continue fighting.

After Wang Xianglin withdrew his gaze, he sighed softly, glanced at the brocade box that was left aside, and raised his mouth lightly, but he didn't know what he thought of.

……

……

night!

Tonight is dark, windy, windy.

A figure on the second floor of the inn jumped out of the window silently.

The toes touched the ground, and after another move, they were already on the roof.

He ran fast, but made no sound at all.

If you close your eyes and don't look, I'm afraid that there is a person running wildly on the roof no matter what.

Not only is it running wildly, but it is also fast. It seems to be running after the wind, but it seems to be pushed forward by the wind.

Within a breath, he had already left Jiming Station.

The journey of more than ten miles is even more in an instant, and it has been left behind.

Suddenly, he stood by a lake and exhaled lightly.

Fanshou took out a brocade box from his pocket.

After just a glance, he put the brocade box aside, stretched out his hand and wiped lightly on his cheek, tearing off a human skin mask.

A delicate and refined face was revealed.

Untie the hair crown, and the long hair flows down like a waterfall in an instant.

But at this moment, her face suddenly changed:

"come out!"

The night was silent, only the wind blew, and after a while, the young man sucking his teeth emerged from the darkness:

"The night just started, and I was quite shocked. Why did the good-looking Wang Xianglin suddenly become a woman?"

"You didn't leave!?"

The woman looked at Su Mo who appeared in front of her, her eyes were full of astonishment.