All People Simulate: I Become The Villain Of Destiny

Su Mo led Yue Lingshan around the plum village, followed the corridor, and came to the door of the Moon Cave.

The moon cave door is written on the forehead of the two words "Qin Xin", the pen is vigorous, and it is made of blue glass.

Su Mo nodded secretly, this word is very good, although it is not as heroic as Yu Yunwen, but it also has a sense of will.

It's just that the pen at the end of the word is always deliberately closed.

"Dad, that's weird.

Yue Lingshan's mind didn't fall on the words, and while walking, she enjoyed the scenery of the manor, and when she saw Su Mo stop, she said:

"Such a big manor, why don't you even have a subordinate, could it be that there are four village owners, all of whom are taken care of by two servants?"

Just hummed and continued inside.

After the moon cave door, it is a quiet flower path, planted with beautiful bamboos on both sides, the bamboo joints are thick and straight, and the bamboo leaves are verdant and dripping.

The pebbles paved with flower paths are covered with moss, and it is clear that there are few people here.

The breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, and the already quiet flower path becomes colder and colder.

Yue Lingshan was timid and urged Su Mo again and again.

The two walked through the flower path and came to the three stone houses.

In front of the house and behind the house, there were seven or eight pine trees, with lush branches and tall canopies, which covered the gloom in all directions.

Yue Lingshan's pretty little face could no longer see a trace of a smile, and her arms in her sleeves were full of goosebumps.

A question surfaced in my heart

: "Does anyone really live in such a gloomy place?"

Crunch--

At this moment, an old man walked out of the inner room and arched his hand:

"Mr. Yue came to our village, did not go far to greet him, forgive his sins, forgive his sins."

Yue Lingshan looked curiously, and saw that the old man was in his sixties, skinny, with sunken cheeks, but his eyes were shining, like a mouse that had become a sperm.

Without waiting for Su Mo to return the salute, Ding Jian behind the old man bowed and said, "This is the owner of my family, Huang Zhonggong."

Su Mo bowed slightly, bowed back, and said:

"The younger Yue Buqun, I have heard the name of the four friends of Meizhuang for a long time, and I specially brought the little girl Lingshan to visit, don't blame the owner."

Huang Zhonggong nodded, a smile appeared on his skinny face, and said, "Mr. Yue is polite. "

Mr. Yue has a noble temperament, and the name of the gentleman's sword is like thunder.

Lao Yu has always admired Mr. Yue's personality and martial arts, but it is a pity that he is flattering.

"Seeing it today can be regarded as a great wish for my life. Please come into the piano hall and have tea.

Su Mo took Yue Lingshan and walked into the piano hall with him to sit down, and Ding Jian saluted and left.

Soon, a child held the tea, the tea was poured seven minutes full, the tea mist rose, and the rich tea fragrance lingered.

Huang Zhonggong sat on the main seat, and there was a yaoqin beside him, which was dark and old, and it was an antiquity of hundreds of years, or even more than a thousand years.

As if sensing Su Mo's gaze, Huang Zhonggong stroked the qin and smiled.

"Lao Yu has always loved the vocal music of the qin, and he said that he was in retreat all year round, but he was actually manipulating the yaoqin. "

The plaything was demoralized, but it made Mr. Yue smile.

Su Mo shook his head and chuckled, "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the four arts of a gentleman, the owner of the village is willing to be obsessed with the qin, and it can be seen that he has an elegant temperament."

When Huang Zhonggong heard this, he smiled freely, fiddled with Yaoqin with his left hand, and asked unintentionally:

"My four brothers felt that the rivers and lakes were chaotic and difficult to govern, so they retired early in this lonely mountain plum village, and the rivers and lakes have been extinct for more than 20 years.

"But I didn't know that in one day, there were two waves of distinguished guests. "

Obviously, Huang Zhonggong already knew what was happening in the living room.

After a pause, his bright eyes stared at Su Mo, his fingers tightly clasped the strings, still with a smile, and asked

, "I don't know what happened when Mr. Yue is here?"

Su Mo was slightly stunned,

he didn't expect Huang Zhonggong to be so direct.

There was a showdown, and he nodded:

"This time, Yue Mou came for the one under Meizhuang."

Huang Zhonggong plucked the strings, the piano sounded, and the tail of the piano pushed towards Su Mo's right shoulder.

Su Mo knew that Huang Zhonggong plucked the strings on the piano and made sounds, not to show leisure, but to infuse superior internal force into the sound of the piano to disturb the enemy's mind.

Once the opponent's internal force resonates with the sound of the piano, it will be unconsciously controlled by the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is soothing, and the opponent's move is also soothing, and the sound of the piano is urgent, and the opponent's move is also soothing.

But Huang Zhonggongqin's tricks are just the opposite of the sound of the qin, he makes moves quickly, and the sound of the qin is doubly leisurely, and the other party is bound to be unable to resist.

But.

Su Mo's face was indifferent, and there was a little internal force wrapped in the sound of the piano in his ears.

But if you want to pry the internal force that affects the operation of his body, it is still a little worse.

His internal strength is like a tide, and how can it be moved by silk threads.

The folding fan in his hand slowly pointed out and hit Huang Zhonggong behind his elbow.

If Yaoqin continues to hit her shoulder, Huang Zhonggong's acupoint behind her elbow will be ignited.

Huang Zhonggong's face remained unchanged, and the yaoqin in his hand turned upside down and smashed into Su Mo's waist.

At the same time as the body is handed out, the strings are plucked to make a sound.

Su Mo was fine, the folding fan in his hand did not retreat, but advanced, and folded an arc, stabbing the opponent's armpit like a sword.

Huang Zhonggong's momentum sank, and he raised the yaoqin to block the blow.

A huge force struck, his face changed suddenly, he snorted, the yaoqin in his hand swayed, and subconsciously touched the tail of the piano to the ground, wanting to dissolve the momentum.

But for some reason, Huang Zhonggong suddenly bent up his waist, lifted Yaoqin, hit his thin back on the table, and leaned forward, spurting hot blood.

Ignoring the corners of his mouth, Huang Zhonggong half-kneeled and played a few times on the piano, the music turned urgent, and the piano pitched high-pitched.

The sound of the piano rang four times in succession, and at the same time, the strings turned into four sharp blades and stabbed out.

Su Mo was fine.

But Yue Lingshan's internal strength behind him was shallow, and he only felt that his chest was suffocated, and he was a little out of breath, and he kept patting his chest.

This made Su Mo feel a little embarrassed.

With an innate realm, he can't protect Yue Lingshan?!

"Hmph!"

Su Mo held his breath and snorted coldly.

A domineering momentum emanated from him.

The sound of the piano in the room disappeared instantly, and the seven strings of the yaoqin in Huang Zhonggong's hand were all broken and hung down on the side of the piano.

Huang Zhonggong smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Yue's internal strength attainments are so good, which is really respectable and admirable. "

The old and conceited 'Seven-String Invisible Sword' is in his body, and he originally thought that even the Grandmaster himself could compete with one or two.

Unexpectedly, hehe, it turned out to be a frog at the bottom of the well.

Huang Zhonggong said that it was quite desolate, sighed, and sat down dejectedly, with a gloomy expression.

Su Mo ignored him, first looked at Yue Lingshan, and only after finding that there was nothing serious, did he put his mind at ease.

In case something happens to this Nizi, when he returns to Huashan, he will know about it to Ning Zhong, then he will definitely keep the empty bed alone.

But this incident also gave him a wake-up call.

This girl is too weak.

When Su Mo looked at Huang Zhonggong again, he found that the old man's originally bright eyes had become cloudy.

Apparently struck.

Su Mo opened the paper fan, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he stood in front of Huang Zhonggong and said: "The owner doesn't have to be like this, you are not ashamed to lose in the hands of Yue." "

After all, Yue is already in the innate realm, and he can be regarded as oppressing people with the realm.

When Huang Zhonggong heard this, he didn't have any joy, just laughed at himself, shook his head and sighed.

"Your posture has become a congenital realm, but you are old and have wasted your life, what is not to be ashamed of. "

The face is gone.

Su Mo's expression froze, and then he comforted himself: "He said that Yue Buqun is about my Su Mo's bird." "

Unfortunately, comfort is ineffective.

On the contrary, the more Su Mo thought about it, the more angry he became, and he simply sneered: "In that case, the seniors should break it off as soon as possible." "

It's a pity, the newly born Guanglingsan, you don't have a chance to see it.

Huang Zhonggong's ears moved, he was surprised and delighted, and asked in a trembling voice: "Really?"

Su Mo nodded and said ill-intentionedly, "It's just that where is this~"

Su Mo deliberately lengthened his voice, looking at the old man's eyes, he snorted for no reason.

He said quickly: "I can tell you the news of Guanglingsan, but I want the person below Meizhuang." "

This..."

Huang Zhonggong's face was entangled, thinking: "Yue Buqun is already in the innate realm, and he has already found Meizhuang, even if he doesn't say it, it is only a matter of time before he finds it."

"Anyway, I don't have a few years to live, if I can see Guanglingsan before I die..."

"That's a beautiful thing!"

nodded immediately, and slapped his thin palm like a chicken claw, only to hear a click, and Yaoqin broke in two.

Su Mo was a little surprised, this old man shouldn't be stimulated crazy by himself.

But I heard Huang Zhonggong laugh and said: "Mr. Yue, I love the piano like my life, and as soon as the Yaoqin is broken, those people will definitely think that I have no bones."

"Never thought I'd be alive. After

speaking, Huang Zhonggong smiled bitterly, staring at Su Mo with a pair of old eyes.

Su Mo couldn't help but speak, the other party obviously pinned the rest of his life on the Guangling news he said.

If at this time, it would be a lie to him to say a word by himself...

It is estimated that the old man will have a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

However, he didn't do that, and said softly:

"Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect has a good relationship with Qu Yang, the right elder of the Sun Moon God Sect, and the two of them have Guangling Sangu in their hands.

Huang Zhonggong's eyes lit up, and he was about to leave, but Su Mo held his shoulder.

With an embarrassed smile, he took Su Mo and Yue Lingshan into the inner room.