Chapter 27 Threads

Thinking of this, Lu Qingshan stopped suddenly.

Zang Xiaojian, who was following behind him step by step, was thinking about his own thoughts, and when he didn't pay attention, he bumped headfirst into Lu Qingshan's back.

"What are you doing?!" Zang Xiaojian covered his nose, staring at Lu Qingshan with big eyes, his eyes were full of innocence and anger.

"Still following me? We've found the person we're looking for, and it's time for us to go our separate ways." Lu Qingshan chuckled lightly.

"Ah?" Zang Xiaojian blinked his eyes several times before he realized it, and muttered embarrassingly, "I'm used to it..."

"Then let's say goodbye here, and the next step is to rely on our own abilities." After Lu Qingshan said this, he turned around and left very simply.

"Wait!" Zang Xiaojian subconsciously grabbed Lu Qingshan who was about to leave.

Lu Qingshan turned around, "Huh?"

The little girl raised her head, stared at Lu Qingshan's eyes without blinking, thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Most of the credit for finding Xue Zhuyong is yours. I won't take advantage of others by hiding a small sword. It's like I owe you a favor."

Looking at Zang Xiaojian's serious face, Lu Qingshan smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Okay, I will remember."

This time, Lu Qingshan really left.

Watching Lu Qingshan go away, Zang Xiaojian waved his fist towards Lu Qingshan's back, raising his aura, "Although you, Lu Qingshan, have many ideas, I Zang Xiaojian won't give up easily, and... ...Hmph, wait and see!"

Putting down Zang Xiaojian's fist, Xue Zhuyong's mocking tone appeared in his mind again, and his momentum fell to the bottom in an instant, his brows were furrowed, full of distress, "But what should we do?"

...

"It's really separated like this." King Xishu was a little reluctant to hide the little sword.

It has always regarded Zang Xiaojian as its confidant.

"Who made us all want that three-foot sharpshooter?" Lu Qingshan was quite open-minded.

"It's just a sword, is it necessary..." the King of the West Mouse muttered, in its conception, a sword is not as real as a big meal.

"Huh?" West Mouse looked up at the surrounding environment, and asked in surprise, "Are we going back?"

"Yes." Lu Qingshan nodded.

If you want to get a three-foot front from Xue Zhuyong, first of all, hard grabs will definitely not work.

Xue Zhuyong's method of blending artistic conception into ordinary wood carvings alone is enough to show that at least on Jiaolong Island, Xue Zhuyong's strength is among the top three, and it is even possible that he is the leader.

Xue Zhuyong's casual hanging of the Sanchifeng on the wall does not mean that he does not value the Sanchifeng, but because he is confident that no one will be able to take the sword from him.

Then there is only one way left, trading.

Although Xue Zhuyong made it clear that Sanchifeng was not for sale, Lu Qingshan knew very well that if it was a foreign object, there would be no such thing as a non-sale item in the world.

The so-called not-for-sale products are nothing more than the buyer's insufficient bargaining chips.

But in order to satisfy Xue Zhuyong with chips, one must first understand his needs, and then prescribe the right medicine.

If he wants nothing else, then a need has to be created for him.

The extremely ambiguous identities of Mo Yan and Mrs. Mo, as well as the wooden carvings of Mrs. Mo placed in Xue Zhuyong's store, are the most likely breakthrough points.

Also, what he learned from the shopkeeper of the tailor shop, the thing that made him feel extremely strange, also made Lu Qingshan faintly think of something.

Among them, there is only one thread missing. If he finds this thread, he will be able to find out the ins and outs of the whole story line and the truth behind the Mo family's destruction.

...

"Fellow Daoist Lu is going back and forth quite quickly. It seems like you've gained a lot?" Mo Yan opened the door and saw Lu Qingshan standing at the door. But when he found out that Zang Xiaojian, who was always by Lu Qingshan's side, didn't come back with Lu Qingshan, he couldn't help being surprised: "Where is Miss Tibetan? Why didn't you come back together?"

"Leave her alone.

"Lu Qingshan raised his hand and said: "I'm back this time because I have business to do. I have some questions that I want to find answers from Mrs. Mo. "

"Looking for my mother?" Mo Yan frowned, smelling an unusual aura from Lu Qingshan's understatement.

Lu Qingshan nodded, "Yes, I don't know if it's convenient."

silence.

Mo Yan was silent for a while, and finally he frowned, and agreed, "Come in."

In less than a day, Lu Qingshan entered Mo Yan's home again, but this time his mood was completely different from the last time.

"I'll go and talk to my mother." After bringing Lu Qingshan to the hall, Mo Yan left first.

In order to avoid Mrs. Mo's scruples due to the existence of King West Mouse, Lu Qingshan first took King West Mouse back into the spirit animal bag, then began to sip his tea and quietly waited for news in the hall.

In less than a moment.

Mrs. Mo, who was wearing a light green silk shirt, walked in with lotus steps.

"Yan'er said you have something to ask me?" Madam Mo's tone was full of curiosity, she kept looking at Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan pondered for a moment, and finally decided not to go around, "Mrs. Mo, can you tell me about your identity in the Mo family in Longquan, and your relationship with the head of the Mo family."

As soon as Lu Qingshan asked the question, Mrs. Mo's face froze.

"Why do you suddenly ask this question?" Mrs. Mo understood that there must be some basis for Lu Qingshan's question, so she did not deny Lu Qingshan's statement.

"I met the Patriarch of the Mo Family." Lu Qingshan said, "But the weirdness of the situation made me very curious about what happened back then."

After hearing that Lu Qingshan had met the Patriarch of the Mo family, Mrs. Mo's expression was a little complicated, she hesitated for a moment, and said with difficulty: "Zhu Yong, is he doing well?"

Lu Qingshan noticed Mrs. Mo's address.

Candle Yong.

So the name Xue Zhuyong is not a pseudonym?

Then why did the Patriarch of the Mo family not even change his name, but changed his surname from Mo to Xue?

"It should be regarded as a good life." Lu Qingshan recalled Xue Zhuyong's daily life, so said.

As soon as Lu Qingshan finished speaking, Mrs. Mo seemed to be relieved, patted her chest, thought for a moment, shook her head at Lu Qingshan, and said apologetically: "I don't want to mention what happened back then."

Lu Qingshan was not in a hurry, nodded and said: "Since Mrs. Mo doesn't want to bring up the past, then that's fine."

"Mr. Lu, please don't mention this matter to Yan'er." Madam Mo bit her lip and said, "I have never told him about the Mo family."

"Of course." Lu Qingshan promised, "I will keep my mouth shut."

This trip to look for Mrs. Mo did not get any answers in the actual sense, but it cannot be said that there was no gain.

Because in many cases, it is not necessary for the respondent to give a specific answer in order to clarify the problem. Just from his attitude towards this matter, he can already understand many things.