Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but clench the wine jar in his hand, and slight cracks appeared on the surface of the wine jar when his fingers pressed it. He remembered that Yun Shi had discussed this matter with him.

Because he is the last member of the Yue family and the master of the Tian'a Sword, the position of the mountain chief is all his, and it can only be his, if he wants it, they dare not give it.

But he didn't have any interest in the position of mountain chief, he wanted this name, and then killed Wusa. The power of Wusa's line is the power of the familyless, but the source of the familyless power is in Wusa, and as soon as Wusa dies, it will be scattered in several ways, and all the problems will be solved.

And he doesn't need to take over such a big mess as Tianjian Mountain, all he still has for Tianjian Mountain is his feelings for individual people, and he has no faith in this mountain. When the time comes, those who want to submit to the evil sect will return to the evil sect, and those who want to follow him and have no face, he will have a way to bring them back to the Eastern Continent.

After all, the country of wind is his daughter-in-law's country, and it is still possible to place so many thousand people.

He drank the last sip of wine, then held the ink knife and leaned against the corner of the wall to close his eyes and recuperate. Because although he has thought so much about it now, in the current situation, he can only take one step at a time, first of all, he wants to spend the first night safely.

On this first night, it seemed that his heart was surging, and Mo Zhiyu had not been able to squint well, and he couldn't have slept too deeply, because he was afraid that those city guards would kill him at any time.

So, when there was just a glimmer of light outside the sky, he woke up and looked down the street, ready to move.

Now, the evil sect has completely controlled Monhesleg, and the other self is actually very enlightened about the governance of this world, what was before, what is now, except because of the special circumstances of the battlefield, he will not let these evil guys under him participate in the affairs of the world.

Therefore, although the guards searched so vigorously last night, at dawn the next day, it was time to open the gates to allow the caravanserais.

It was only an extra hour of waiting before the camel bell on behalf of the merchant rang downstairs. In order to seize the already tight market, the business travelers who originally lived in the city also got up early and began to set up stalls on the streets, and then with the influx of new business travelers, the whole city instantly became lively.

Both the original inhabitants who were already in the city and the idle swordsmen who had no fixed place to live poured into the streets. It seems that what happened last night has not affected their normal life in the slightest, so they will do what they have to do.

And as soon as there is more, the water over there is like a pool of turbidity, and the loach of Mo Zhiyu can take advantage of the chaos to blend in.

Mo Zhiyu walked slowly out into the street, wearing a weather-beaten cloak, covering his head and face, covering his entire face. And his ink knife hung by his side like an ordinary saber.

Pretending to be a swordsman, but he's always been very good at it. And his outfit is a typical swordsman dress, all over the street, and it is impossible for anyone to find anything.

He wandered around the bazaar, occasionally admiring the dancing performances of the Western Continent dancers, like a real ordinary swordsman, and occasionally rubbing shoulders with the city guards. And his real purpose, of course, is to go to the edge of Monhesleg, to see if the level up the mountain will be very spectacle.

And when he walked to the edge of the market, he casually rummaged through the things on the street vendors' stalls, and meowed in the direction of the checkpoint with his spare eyes.

Unlike last night's large-scale manhunt, there were only a few people left at this level, and these people seemed to be a little lazy, and it seemed to be a good place to break through.

But, of course, such an unusual situation is a trap. Mo Zhiyu only needed to sweep his gaze slightly to the side, and he could see the metallic light reflected by the sunlight from the high walls around him, indicating that there were ambushes all around. At the same time, he can also see the cattiness in the shopkeepers around him.

These guys were dressed in the usual attire of the Western Continent herdsmen, and occasionally had the appearance of a few Eastern Continent merchants, and they were well dressed, like serious merchants. However, it was precisely because they were all dressed too well that the flaws were revealed.

The people who set up stalls on the edge of such a market are the kind of low-class merchants who have no power and no good goods, and it is impossible for poor Chengdu to wear such clothes as the swordsmen who beg for food. The way they should be should be like the stall he is staying in now, with a ragged shirt and a face full of words saying "Life is too hard, you can only eat dirt".

And when Mo Zhiyu looked back at the owner of his stall, he met the disgusted gaze of the stall owner, and then the stall owner said impatiently in the shepherd's language: "Ashubala, how long are you going to watch?" You've broken everything! ”

Mo Zhiyu also replied to him in a very authentic shepherd language: "Assobala, of course, you have to look carefully, poor! ”

The stall owner "cut" and directly issued an eviction order: "Asubala, don't look at it if you can't afford it, don't stop Lao Tzu from doing business!" ”

"Asubara!" Mo Zhiyu also pretended to be very angry and jumped up, and also pressed the ink knife on his waist, and yelled, "If you don't look at it, don't look at it, this pile of things, who is rare?!" ”

The stall owner saw that Mo Zhiyu held down the knife on his waist, and immediately grabbed the saber on the ground. But Mo Zhiyu just gave him a look, and then pretended to be very angry and turned away.

In fact, he has already finished investigating the situation here, and he needs an excuse to leave.

But the stall owner was unwilling, so he jumped up directly and shouted: "Assubala, you still don't buy anything after watching it for so long, what do you mean." ”

Mo Zhiyu scolded his mother in his heart, thinking to himself how he could casually find a scoundrel, but just as he turned around to continue scolding the stall owner, he saw a carriage heading towards the checkpoint.

The carriage was inconspicuous, but the man in the carriage caught his attention, and the guards around him were all fixed on the carriage.

That carriage should be a special carriage for delivering vegetables, because all the supplies of Tianjian Mountain came from Monhesleg, and now that Tianjian Mountain is in a state of semi-surrender, the supply of Monheslegh will naturally not be less.

And although the person sitting in the carriage was only wearing ordinary Western Continent herdsman clothes, he was slender, and at first glance he was not a shepherd, but an Eastern Continent person. Although the coachman also deliberately chose women's clothes, he could not hide this fact.

(End of chapter)