Chapter 1775 - 653: Origin_3

Su Mo listened for a long time and found it difficult to restore the person’s appearance.

On the contrary, the old beggar next to him, while listening, frowned and finally used a branch to write and draw on the ground.

In a moment, a face appeared vividly.

He asked:

"Does it look like this?"

Ying Wufeng glanced back, somewhat surprised, and then said:

"The eyes should be bigger, and with some beard on the face, it should be about right..."

Su Mo casually glanced at it, but frowned slightly:

"Is this the person?"

"Yes."

Ying Wufeng nodded:

"Quite similar."

Su Mo looked up at the old beggar:

"Do you recognize this person?"

"From his description, I feel somewhat familiar. This person happens to be the one beside Guiniang."

The old beggar smiled slightly:

"He looks dignified, seems to have a chivalrous spirit.

"Well... I must say, his eyes are somewhat similar to yours."

As soon as the old beggar said this, Ying Wufeng instinctively looked at Su Mo’s eyes and immediately nodded:

"That’s right, these eyes do look similar."

Su Mo was unmoved, just looked steadily at the drawing on the ground.

What was drawn... was a slightly older Su Tianyang.

He gently shook his head, then looked at Ying Wufeng:

"When you fought with this person, do you remember the martial arts he used?"

"Of course!"

Ying Wufeng furrowed his brow: "This person possesses Pure Yang Inner Power, which is quite troublesome. I exchanged a palm strike with him, and a surge of Pure Yang Inner Breath aimed directly at the heart acupoint. I was careless for a moment and was nearly severely injured by him."

Su Mo calmed himself slightly, then suddenly struck out with a palm.

Seeing it about to land on Ying Wufeng’s face, it stopped, with only a warm wind brushing his face.

Making Ying Wufeng unable to open his eyes.

Su Mo spoke slowly:

"Is this the hand technique he used?"

"Exactly... What is your relationship with him?"

Ying Wufeng’s expression changed several times.

Su Mo did not say much and fell into contemplation.

From the current situation, the recent theft of the toad was all orchestrated by Dongmen Yong.

Including Sikong Hua Ji practicing the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique, which was revealed by this person.

Dongmen Yong is the Longmen Sect Third Jing.

Although Sikong Hua Ji from the Tianjing Sect’s specific circumstances are unknown, he is clearly a Jinglong Association expert.

Dongmen Yong first harmed the Sixth Jing, then used the Blood Lotus Sect Leader, and now has harmed the Tianjing Sect Master.

And he travels in Jianghu, stirring up storms, using Su Tianyang’s appearance to act.

All these things combined, after some pondering, Su Mo couldn’t help but smile gently:

"Is this considered a Token of Loyalty? However, this alone is not enough to earn my trust. Instead, it feels increasingly false..."

He gently shook his head, thought a bit, and felt that he had asked everything he needed to.

Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, the old beggar asked:

"By the way, you two brothers, where exactly did you stray into?"

"I..."

Ying Wufeng furrowed his brow:

"I don’t know what place that was...

"Back then we didn’t truly enter it.

"We just fell into an Array.

"Looking from afar, it seemed like there was a palace nestled among the clouds."

"Hmm?"

Su Mo suddenly raised his head:

"You say that place was amidst the clouds, like a heavenly palace?"

"...That’s indeed the case."

Ying Wufeng nodded slightly, but while discussing it, he became even weaker.

Gradually showing signs of incapacity.

Su Mo gazed at this person with his eyes, then suddenly reached out to take out an Immortality Rejuvenation Pill, snapped his fingers, and sent it into the person’s mouth.

The old beggar was stunned:

"You truly keep your word!"

"I always practice what I preach."

Su Mo waved lightly.

Ying Wufeng was also taken aback, his face suddenly filled with joy, and he immediately said:

"Thank you..."

As soon as he said the two words, Su Mo lifted his fingertip, acupoints around emitted crackling sounds, and in the blink of an eye, Ying Wufeng found he couldn’t even move his eyeballs.

At this, Su Mo finally looked at Bo Yan and the old beggar:

"What are your plans for the future, gentlemen?"

Bo Yan pondered for a moment, then said:

"After tonight’s move, it’s estimated Sikong Hua Ji’s true colors will be shown.

"However, the Tianjing Sect has been around for many years, and more evidence is needed for credibility.

"So, I plan to gather some more information with the old beggar these days.

"He cultivates the Heavenly Seizing God Transformation Great Technique, and there should be traces. When the hall master’s coming-of-age ceremony arrives, reveal this incident to the public and see how he can deny it."

The old beggar looked at Ying Wufeng:

"Your acupoint technique is quite refined, giving him the Immortality Rejuvenation Pill to save his life, and now locking his acupoints to restrict his freedom.

"Tsk tsk, you truly keep your word."

Su Mo paid no attention to what the old beggar said, and merely nodded slightly:

"I wish you both well, I bid farewell."

Upon saying this, he took Ying Wufeng away, his figure swayed, and he disappeared.

"What exquisite Qinggong..."

The old beggar, at this moment, collected all the amusing expression on his face, looked back at Bo Yan:

"This person’s martial arts are unprecedented and unheard of.

"I fear he is not from Xizhou."

"The vastness of Xizhou is deep and expansive, the Jianghu far-flung and boundless.

"Aren’t you too definitive in your statement?"

"That is true... However, if he truly were from Xizhou, given his martial arts skills, his name should have spread far and wide. Yet, we haven’t heard anything about him, even the so-called Baisui Sword Emperor is merely a conjecture among Jianghu people.

"Whether it’s him—

"It’s still up for debate.

"This is genuinely baffling."

"That is true..."

Bo Yan nodded gently:

"Moreover, how did this unheard-of person get involved with Sikong Hua Ji?

"Tonight he clarified everything with us, but we know nothing about him..."

"Didn’t you leave a Mental Eye at the end?"

"Hmm... Haha."

Bo Yan laughed:

"I’ve rarely lied in my life, today marks a breaking of my vow."

"Speaking like an old monk in meditation."

With that, the old beggar suddenly pulled Bo Yan.

Immediately raised his hand, somehow the two of them crouched and became a stone by the riverside.

In the next moment, the sound of wind breaking arrived.

Two people, in white clothes fluttering, faces covered with white veils, came hand in hand.

Just a gust of wind blew, revealing the face of a woman among them.

But it was a broad face, dignified, with a beard freshly shaved clean, leaving only a thin layer of blue skin around the mouth.

Seeing the veil fly away, he hurriedly reached out to grab it:

"Come back."

From the face, this person is a real man, yet when reaching out, his fingers were like jade onions, and the small portion of the forearm was white as snow.

Even the voice was charming.

These two people appeared suddenly and in an instant, disappeared.

The old beggar turned his arm, and the stone vanished, revealing him and Bo Yan.

They exchanged glances, recalling the appearance and voice of that person earlier, couldn’t help but shiver.

Just heard the old beggar muttering:

"In this world, there really are monstrosities..."