Chapter 60

Without hesitation, the three elders who rushed out of the sacrificial tower chased down, but the one who led Su Moyu and others stayed.

He called several people together again and checked them carefully. He found that they were not seriously injured, so he was a little relieved.

"Martial uncle, who is that man?" Lu Rongting's breath was still a little unstable. He was still terrified when he thought of the opponent's blow just now.

"He didn't show his real skills, so I can't guess, but he's so high. It's really scary! Our xuanjianzong hasn't been invaded by outsiders for nearly a hundred years. I didn't expect to be forced into the sacrificial tower today. It's a real shame to be thrown home!" the elder hated.

Jiang Qingwen frowned and asked, "martial uncle, what is the spirit sword book they just said?"

As soon as the elder heard this, his face changed slightly and he hesitated: "I don't know which elder should write a new sword script."

This is a lie, anyone can hear it, but no one is too lazy to ask this.

Those people began to speculate about whether they were spies from other major sects in Yunzhou, but Su Moyu stood aside without saying a word.

He kept remembering who the owner of those eyes was just now, but he couldn't remember for a moment.

At this time, the peace around the sacrificial tower has been restored. The elder who led the team made a little adjustment and still took several people into the sacrificial tower.

After all, the entry of these eight people into Xuanling cave is a major event in the sect at present. We can't delay it because of a little trifle.

After a round-trip sacrifice in the sacrificial tower, several elders with the team followed him to the upper layer of the sacrificial tower. After a complicated handover, eight jade medals were exchanged from a tower watcher.

After giving the jade card to eight people, the leader said, "remember, don't miss the time tomorrow. If you don't arrive within the time limit, you will lose the opportunity to enter the Xuanling cave. Moreover, when entering the cave, you are not allowed to carry weapons, and fighting is strictly prohibited in the cave."

Eight people took the jade plate, responded repeatedly, and withdrew from the sacrificial tower.

After leaving the tower, xuanjian and the three left directly.

Su Moyu said goodbye to the two archers of Tongxin sword flow. When he turned to talk to Jiang Qingwen, he saw the other party snort coldly and directly resist the sword.

Su Moyu felt bored and went back to the factotum alone.

Who knows, before I got to the factotum hall, I heard the sound of gongs and drums on the cliff floor.

Su Moyu walked over in surprise and saw a very striking banner hanging on the cliff. It said: warmly celebrate that Su Moyu, the eldest disciple of ghost sword flow, won the top eight of the great martial arts test!

The muscles on Su Moyu's face beat a few times and said awkwardly, "do you want this?"

At this time, someone had found Su Moyu, and then a group of people rushed over. Someone dressed him in red and decorated him, and someone put flowers in his hat.

Looking at everyone's second light, Su Moyu can only accept it with a smile. When everything is finished, he looks down at himself and suddenly feels like a decorated Christmas tree.

Surrounded by the crowd, he came to Yaping. At this time, the yard of the factotum hall was filled with banquet, the dishes on the table were unprecedented, and the yard was also filled with Cheng Jianxuan's private wine.

"Boy, come here!" Cheng Jianxuan blushed at this time. It was obvious that he had drunk a meal. He put his arms around Su Moyu's neck and smiled at the people: "see? This is my disciple? The top eight of the great martial arts test!"

The factotum nearby naturally echoed the voice, and all kinds of flattery were heard.

Su Moyu just smiled and waited on Cheng Jian to drink.

Cheng Jianxuan is really happy today, perhaps the happiest day in decades.

He hasn't met anything since that rainy night decades ago.

Today, Su Moyu's victory finally cleared away the long-standing haze in his heart.

Although it is not easy to get drunk when wine enters the happy intestines, the short fat man collapsed on the wine table with more than a dozen jars of wine.

Of course, before that, a large number of people had fallen beside him, all drunk by him.

If Su Moyu hadn't thought about getting up early tomorrow, he must be one of them.

At dusk, the of the factotum hall finally quieted down.

Those women who did not participate in the wine competition began to clean up the mess.

Su Moyu looked at Cheng Jianxuan sleeping on the wine table and smiled on his lips.

Suddenly he looked up and saw the mute looking at himself with his head tilted under the shade of the outermost tree.

She was afraid of contact with people, so even if the whole afternoon on Yaping was lively, she didn't participate in it.

Su Moyu smiled, took two clean wine glasses from the table, filled them, then walked up to dumb son and said, "how about having a drink with me?"

Dumb son was stunned, thought again and again, reached for the wine glass, touched Su Moyu, and drank it all in one mouthful.

But she couldn't drink. When she went on, she coughed and made Su Moyu laugh.

He gently pounded her back and said, "thank you."

Dumb son's face was slightly red. After returning the wine cup to Su Moyu, he turned and ran.

At night, the factotum hall was finally completely quiet.

Su Moyu returned to his room and no one bothered him again.

When he closes his eyes, he will think about what has happened these days, just like a dream.

A burst of tiredness came. Su Moyu slowly untied his clothes and planned to go to sleep.

But who expected to solve half, suddenly fell out of his arms.

He was a little surprised. He picked it up and found that it was a very humble bookmark. It's not made of precious materials, and there are no exquisite calligraphy and paintings on it. It's some messy graffiti.

"Where did it come from?" he frowned and thought for a long time. It seemed that he had only seen one book today.

It was the spirit sword book that was robbed from under the sacrificial tower, but he still had no impression of how the bookmark ran into his arms.

"It looks like it can be used. Keep you first." Su Moyu pinched the bookmark in his hand, picked up the ghost sword Styx River and put it in the cabinet.

In the cabinet, there is another sword, which was made by Su Moyu with the super tyrant system.

When the cabinet door was closed, the seemingly ordinary bookmark on the page suddenly lit up, and then the seemingly messy graffiti on it seemed to come back to life.

At the same time, some changes have taken place in the two swords, but it's a pity that Su Moyu didn't see it.

"I don't know whether the guy who stole the book was caught or not. Why do I always feel like I know him?" thinking about it, Su Moyu gradually fell asleep.

A few hours passed, and when it was not dawn, he was awakened by a knock on the door.

Su Moyu quickly got up and opened the door. When he opened the door, he saw Deng Yulang guarding the door.

"Master Su Xian, it's not early. It's time for you to start." Deng Yulang said respectfully.

Su Moyu patted his forehead and said, "thanks to brother Deng, otherwise it would be a delay."

As he spoke, Su Moyu hurried back to wash hastily, put on his clothes, and walked up the mountain with Deng Yulang.

"Xuanling cave? I'm coming!" Su Moyu smiled from his heart.