"Distinguished guests, please have refreshments first. My master will come to meet you later." The leading scribe, after Su Wen and the other six people sat down, waved to the seven scribes to serve tea. Soon, exquisite refreshments were served.

In front of six people.

The tea is the best Biluochun, with a pleasant fragrance. In front of each person's table, there is a box of exquisite snacks and mahogany food boxes, with four-color pastries of the highest quality, four of each kind. The colors are bright and they look very delicious!

Su Wen and the other six people were a little hungry after walking for two days. This exquisite snack was right in front of them, which somewhat aroused their appetite, but no one touched it.

Phantom blinked and looked at Xia Qingcang.

Xia Qingcang raised his eyebrows and looked at the scribe. Seeing that his expression did not change at all, he did not say a word, let alone persuade them to have tea. He just stood aside quietly and pretended that he was invisible. The other seven scribes in the hall,

It's the same thing, so quiet that people can hardly notice their presence.

With his eyelids slightly closed, Xia Qingcang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and praised softly: "Good tea." Then he put down the teacup, picked up a rose-colored pastry, and ate it.

Seeing him like this, Phantom and others looked at each other and started to take action.

Zhi Su asked, always frowning. The tea was non-toxic and could be eaten with confidence. She could see this at the first sight, but what she cared about was her seat. Even if the owner of Ghost Valley knew their identities in advance, no matter why

The reason is to welcome them in as guests. Why is she in the first place in the setting of this seat?

Among the six of them, Xia Qingcang has the highest status. The owner of Ghost Valley should know this!

Why is she in the first place?

This question troubled Su Wen for quite a while.

Until everyone else had finished eating the refreshments in front of them, she remained motionless and had no idea.

At this time, there were footsteps approaching from a distance.

Xia Qingcang and others concentrated on identifying the footsteps, and found that there were seven people in the footsteps. Six of them were women who walked lightly, and they were women with strong martial arts skills. The other person was a man. His footsteps were extremely erratic and difficult to distinguish, but it can be imagined that they must be

He is a person with profound inner strength.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the door.

The leading scribe stepped forward to meet him.

Then, at the entrance of the hall, a person walked slowly, also dressed as a scribe in white. The style was no different from the eight scribes, but the material of the clothes was the top snow forging. This man was slender, with a handsome face, about thirty years old.

He is about the same age, with a gentle smile on his face, and as graceful as a wandering crane in his movements.

Behind him, there were three women in black clothes on each side. The first two held a jade flute, and the other held a Yaoqin. The last two, one held a folding fan, and the other held a tray with a small jade pot on it.

There was a faint heat rising, and it was obvious that there was tea inside, with a jade cup next to it. One of the last two was holding a tray with a small basin of water and a snow-white handkerchief on it, and the other was holding a bouquet of flowers.

The six women are all beautiful and refined, with exquisite appearance.

The scribe in white clothes at the head welcomed the man in white clothes into the hall. The man in white clothes smiled and sat on the main seat. Six women in black clothes stood on both sides. Then, the scribe in white clothes at the head said to Su Wen and others: "Dear guests, this is

This is my master, Mr. Guigu."

As soon as he finished saying this, the scribe returned to the position where he had been standing quietly and became invisible.

"This is Mo Xuan." Mr. Guigu smiled slightly, but did not get up and said his name bluntly. His gentle eyes fell on Su Wen. "Girl, don't worry, you are Mo Xuan's future master.

, being the first guest seat is still appropriate now.”

"What?!" Before Su Wen could react, Phantom jumped up first, "You said she is your master?"

The others in Su Wen's group also looked at the owner of Ghost Valley in disbelief, and then at Su Wen. Even Xia Qingcang narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Xuan with eyes full of inquiry.

What the hell does this happen?!

"Future." Mo Xuan waved his hand lightly, emphasizing the word "future." And as he waved his hand, the maid in Xuanyi on the right, who was holding tea, had already served fragrant tea. He held the jade cup and placed it in front of his nose and took a deep breath.

Sniff, take another shallow sip, and put the jade cup back on the tray. The maid in black clothes immediately stepped back and stood back to her original position.

"You guys have come from afar and have a lot of questions to ask. Let's get started." Mo Xuan raised his hand again, and the maid in Xuanyi on the left who was carrying water immediately came forward, "I will answer all the questions. But, I'm here.

Sun Yi Gua, please decide the order by yourself."

"What does this mean?!" Phantom was a little impatient. Seeing Mo Xuanwen's elegant appearance, he unconsciously glanced at him with disgust.

Mo Xuan did not answer, but stretched out his hand in the basin of water to clean his hands carefully.

"It means that when we ask questions about what we want to know when we come to Guigu, he will make a divination. What the hexagram says will be how he answers. Otherwise, he won't say a word to us. Moreover, he makes a divination every day.

We can only ask one question a day." Lan Ziqian frowned and asked loudly: "I wonder, Mr. Mo Xuan, how many divination do you plan to give us?"

"In this valley, Mo Xuan and you all only have a three-day relationship." Mo Xuan cleaned his hands, picked up the snow-white handkerchief next to him, and carefully wiped the water stains on his hands.

"That is to say, we can only ask three questions." Lan Ziqian snorted and looked at Xia Qingcang.

Mo Xuan still smiled slightly, wiped the water stains on his hands, and the maid in Xuanyi returned to her original position. The maid in Xuanyi, holding flowers in her hand, immediately stepped forward, took out a snow-white silk cloth, and spread it on the coffee table next to him.

Then take out a flower, pluck off all the petals, place it on the silk cloth, and then respectfully return it to its original position.

"Feihua asks for help?" Xia Qingcang, who had been silent all this time, slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Xuan.

"Prince Xia Sheng, you are so insightful." Mo Xuan smiled back, stretched out his hand to twist the petals one by one and held them in his palm, "For today's hexagram, please let me go first."

"Ask someone. Where is Long Zaiyuan now?" Xia Qingcang asked directly without refusing.

Mo Xuan smiled, closed his eyes, held the petals in his hand, smelled them at the tip of his nose, then let go and scattered the petals on the silk cloth, and the hexagram appeared...

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Chapter completed!