Having said this, Chen Tiejia turned his head away and could not clearly see the expression on his face.

"After that night, the chief minister ended his trip to the southeast and returned to Beijing... I also had some time to relax..." Chen Tiejia couldn't help but feel a little sad when he mentioned this part of his resume.

"Sir, I have been wandering for half my life. Now that I see you, I feel that I have met the Ming Lord. If you don't give up..."

"Okay..." Li Mo raised his hand, planning Chen Tiejia's show of loyalty.

"You just follow."

"Sir, you agreed!?" Chen Tiejia's eyes suddenly lit up and he confirmed again.

"Yeah!" Li Mo nodded.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir." Chen Tiejia thanked him repeatedly.

"Go back and get ready."

As he spoke, Li Mo walked away. Chen Tiejia looked at the retreating figure, narrowed his eyes, and a strange look flashed across his calm face.

…

In the evening, Li Mo took Meng Xiaoyu to Uncle Ma's yard.

The information provided by Shi Shibai made Li Mo obsessed with it. If the ruins of Naihe City really contain dragon bones, it would be a rare treasure.

Before returning to Beijing, Li Mo still wanted to do something big. If he could absorb the dragon bone, Qingping Sword would definitely be able to join the ranks of the innate holy weapons.

"Why did you bring someone with you?"

In the yard, Uncle Ma glanced at Meng Xiaoyu faintly, which made the little demon look even more embarrassed.

"You wait here..."

Li Mo said hello, took Uncle Ma into the back room, and humbly asked for advice.

"Adragon Fish!? That is an extremely ancient demon ghost that became extinct before the Great Qian Ding Kingdom."

Uncle Ma pondered for a moment, and then said leisurely: "I heard that there is still a lineage in the sky, but it disappeared a thousand years ago."

"Uncle Ma, do you think that little demon outside is possible..."

Li Mo thought of the information about the dragon fish provided by Shi Shibai, and also thought of the many strange things about Meng Xiaoyu, and couldn't help but make conjectures.

"A mixture of fish and dragons... This kind of monster is extremely special, with mottled and messy blood..." Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

The arowanas of ancient times had different bloodlines, and they were all arowanas. However, there may be hundreds of species when truly subdivided.

There are only two truly pure arowana bloodlines, one is the golden arowana and the other is the silver arowana.

"Arowana has been rare since ancient times. Even when this lineage was at its peak, it was not easy to be born..." Uncle Ma stood in front of the window and looked at Meng Xiaoyu standing outside in the courtyard.

"The Longmen acupoint rises, and the silver scales grow talisman... This should be a silver arowana..."

As he spoke, Uncle Ma turned around, looked at Li Mo, and sighed softly: "Little Li Mo, you are so lucky. This silver arowana is the most delicious when used to make soup..."

"You should still think about me, bring me..."

"Uncle...she...she is not used to make soup..."

Li Mo listened to Uncle Ma's words, his eyes widened, and he quickly interrupted him.

"Don't want to make soup? Steaming is also good...but the taste is a bit worse..."

"Uncle, she is not a food ingredient..."

Li Mo's eyes twitched unnaturally and he hurried out of the house.

"Uncle Ma, it's quite late. You should go to bed earlier."

As he spoke, Li Mo pulled Meng Xiaoyu out of the yard without looking back.

"Sir...sir...where are you taking me?"

Meng Xiaoyu asked timidly.

"Tianwai!"

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the vast night, and replied in a deep voice.

…

Starry sky.

The lonely star glowed with a faint brilliance, and the mist shook violently, accompanied by surging thunder.

The next moment, the void floated, and a huge boat broke through the turbulent flow of space and crossed over.

"Not far ahead are the ruins of Naihe City."

Jing Jiuliu stood at the bow of the boat, discerning the direction, and introduced himself to those around him.

"Brother Jing, don't worry. Naihe City has been buried for thousands of years... but no one has touched the Meng family's treasure house. This time I will definitely help you return to the ruins to get the dragon bones." Fang Jisheng was quite confident, with a burning look in his eyes.

of brilliance.

In Shifang City, he lost his thousand-year murderous intention, and this time he had to rely on the Meng family's treasure trove in Naihe City to make up for it.

"Brother Fang is so confident?" Jing Jiuliu asked subconsciously.

"This is natural...I have expert help, so there is nothing wrong with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure walked slowly from behind, as if coming from the shadow of the void. The man was wearing a big cloak, not breathing at all. He took off his robe and hat, and his black hair was spread loosely. His forehead was as high as a horn.
Chapter completed!