After forcibly calming down, Ye Mo came back to his senses. The "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra" started to operate independently, which immediately made Ye Mo calm down quickly. The mixed thoughts in his mind were suppressed and he slowly sorted out.

"Sir, please lead the way."

Ye Mo said lightly, and flew up and followed the young man.

Xiahou Yuan suddenly summoned him, which Ye Mo did not expect. When things happened suddenly, Ye Mo didn't even have the opportunity to make excuses to avoid the limelight. He directly blocked him.

Now that things have come to this point, Ye Mo guessed that it was probably Xiahou Yuan who did it on purpose and did not let himself avoid it.

If Ye Mo is the real Mu Qi, then that's fine. There's nothing to be afraid of when he sees his future father-in-law. Can he still eat himself?

But the problem is that Ye Mo is not Miao Qi. No matter how mysterious the "Story of Changes" is, it is impossible to deceive the dignified venerable. It can be said that Ye Mo's identity will inevitably be fully exposed.

"I really want to see Xiahou Yuan? Or escape immediately now?"

Ye Mo thought quickly.

With Ye Mo's cultivation method, it is not a problem to escape from the Corpse Ba Sect. After all, the young demon cultivator who led the way is only in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. As long as Ye Mo does not fight his life, the young man will have no choice but to do anything to him.

But... can you really escape?

His brows frowned slightly, and Ye Mo felt worried. He was not Mu Qi. Xiahou Siyu knew very well. He didn't know if the girl was exposed, so he was summoned. If this was the case, Xiahou Yuan would not be afraid of himself. It would be difficult for him to leave.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Mo had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​escaping.

When he left, he couldn't help but lose his identity, and even some subsequent things were difficult to do, which was something Ye Mo didn't want to see.

Another thing is his special identity now. If he had something to do, the people of the Jin family would not ignore it. In no way, throwing out Su Zi's real guise can make Xiahou Yuanxin afraid, at least he dare not destroy himself immediately.

Since there is no danger of falling, it is nothing to see you. It is better to leave everything and run away in panic.

Of course, there is another reason.

Miao Qi was killed by Ye Mo, and now he often faces Xiahou Siyu, saying that he does not have any guilt or pity. That is impossible.

Unfortunately, Xiahou Siyu never showed even a trace of sadness in front of Ye Mo, but just seriously regarded Ye Mo as Mu Qi to deceive himself.

But Ye Mo is not a stupid person. From the deep love that Xiahou Siyu expressed to him, this fake Miao Qi, Ye Mo knew that behind what he didn't know, Xiahou Siyu was not just as simple as being sad.

Just leaving directly, what should I do, Siyu, this girl?

Many mixed thoughts were mixed together, Ye Mo sighed lightly, flew quickly behind the young man, and soon arrived at the main hall of the sect deep in the Corpse Ba Sect.

However, the young man did not take Ye Mo to the main hall, but walked around the main hall, passed through several side halls and then went outside a simple and elegant study.

"The sect leader is inside."

The young man showed a sneer, a look of pity appeared in his eyes, and he turned around and left.

Everyone has arrived, so there is no reason to retreat. Ye Mo took a deep breath and said aloud: "Disciple Miao Qi, pay homage to the sect leader."

"You are not Muqi."

This is the voice of a middle-aged man, vigorous and heavy, with an unspeakable coldness without any emotion.

This made the whole person stunned for a moment and thought to himself: "It's true."

"The Lord of the Immortal City under the Immortal City Alliance, the younger generation Ye Mo, will pay homage to the Lord of Xiahou."

A ray of light flashed across his body, and Ye Mo returned to his original appearance and said loudly again.

"Come in."

"Cruff~"

The door opened wide, Ye Mo's body was as straight as a spear, and he walked into the study with his head raised.

With a "bang", the study door was then closed.

Ye Mo entered the study and found that there was no difference between the study and the study of secular literati, there were no magic tools, no treasures, only some jade slips and ancient books, as well as some complicated decorations.

On the right hand is a jasper screen that is nearly meter high and two meters wide, blocking Ye Mo's view. He could not see the person behind the screen. He could only vaguely see a person sitting behind the desk, behind him a huge bookshelf, holding an ancient book in his hand and reading quietly.

Bypassing the screen, Ye Mo was about to salute when he suddenly saw the face of the Master Xiahou behind the table. Ye Mo couldn't help but shake it violently, and a complex light flashed in his eyes, and he was stunned.

Only the footsteps were heard, but there was no movement downwards. Xiahou Yuan also felt a little strange, his eyes left the ancient books in his hand and fell on Ye Mo's body.

"Have you met me?"

Ye Mo's eyes were too obvious, as if he saw something incredible, so he was shocked to this look.

Hearing Xiahou Yuan's words, Ye Mo smiled bitterly in his heart and said to himself: "Can you not know me? You tried your best to steal my gray egg."

Since he learned about Xiahou Yuan’s origin and deeply understood the “Sitting Forgetful Sutra”, Ye Mo has had some speculations. After all, there have been very few people practicing the “Sitting Forgetful Sutra” since his first life, and even if someone practices, it is difficult to reach an extremely high level.

However, Xiahou Yuan was one of the few powerful beings who practiced the "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra" to the stage of transformation of the gods.

Coincidentally, among the three generations of Ye Mo, the only one who knew to cultivate the "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra" to the extremely high level was the only God of Yu. If there were other existences, Ye Mo should know, at least not at all.

That's why Ye Mo had this guess.

But many things that happened later made Ye Mo throw this matter behind his mind. He was on the road just now and never thought of this.

The key is that Xiahou Yuan's voice is majestic and heavy, and full of vicissitudes of life. It is a world of difference from the voice of Eryu God I saw at the beginning. Ye Mo naturally couldn't hear it for a while.

But when he really saw the deity, Ye Mo was shocked.

Xiahou Yuan was wearing a simple and unpretentious white robe, expressionless and full of indifference. His eyes looked at Ye Mo quietly, revealing a kind of indifference that was indescribable in words... just like when he first met him!

The difference is that somehow, he is no longer the handsome young man he was back then, but has become much older and becomes a middle-aged man. He also has strands of white hair on his hairline, and his voice is only three-pointed like he was back then. No wonder Ye did not let it go.

Also, his appearance has changed a little, only 80% similar to that of the time. If it weren't for the usual indifferent appearance of "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra", Ye Mo would not dare to be sure at first glance that he was the God of Eryu back then. After all, there are too many people who resemble them in the world.

But it would be fine if you didn't look closely. After looking closely, Ye Mo felt that Xiahou Yuan looked very much like Er Yu back then. Except for the inconsistent age, he did not have Er Yu's sword in his hand.

After a moment of silence, Ye Mo said: "Zhengmaster Xiahou, has anyone ever told you that you look very much like the last successor of the ancient alliance - the God of Eryu."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yuan's pupils shrank slightly!

But then, Xiahou Yuan put down the ancient books in his hand without booming, and said indifferently: "The ancient alliance... is a very distant title. Have you seen him?"

It seems ridiculous to ask a young Nascent Soul monk if he knew people tens of thousands of years ago, but that's what Xiahou Yuan asked.

Ye Mo naturally couldn't answer truthfully. He shook his head, looked at Xiahou Yuan with a bit of regret and curiosity, and said, "I saw the portrait by chance, so I felt strange."

Xiahou Yuan just looked at Ye Mo and didn't speak.

The two were silent for a long time. Xiahou Yuan shook his hand and moved a chair inside, signaling Ye Mo to sit down, then said indifferently: "Why did the cultivator of the Immortal City Alliance sneak into my Corpse Sect?"

After saying that, Xiahou Yuan revealed a trace of murderous intent.

His efforts to deal with the Jin family and the infiltration of Immovable City have already involved most of his energy. Now a small shrimp from the Immortal City Alliance has been mixed in, and he doesn't mind destroying it at will.

Ye Mo did not answer, but asked, "How did the sect leader see through the younger generation?"

Xiahou Yuan had never seen him before, so he insisted that he was not a complete slap, was it because of outstanding intelligence, or was the girl Siyu exposed?

"I am a person who protects her shadow around Siyu at any time. I know exactly what happened around her. I just pretend not to know anything to prevent her from being disgusted."

"She likes that 无生, I have known this for a long time. I just don't want to hurt her, so I let her do whatever she wants. My original plan was to see if 无生 could be promoted to the God of Transformation. If it could, it would be as good as her preference. If not, I would have to dismantle these two people anyway, but I didn't get it..."

Ye Mo sighed lightly.

"The younger generation sneaked into the sect, to hide their identity and make it easier to walk on the southern demon, and to deal with the blood demon and complete the Immortal City battle mission..."

"You are so brave. If you borrow the sword from the Ziba Sect to kill people, aren't you afraid that the sword will be cut into half before it is taken?"

Before Ye Mo finished speaking, Xiahou Yuan interrupted Ye Mo coldly, showed his murderous intent, and sneered: "Even if this matter is not the case, you will kill Zhuo Qi and make my daughter cry for no reason. With this alone, you will never forgive your sins!"

not good!

Feeling the cold murderous intent of his skin, Ye Mo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he could only smile bitterly in his heart.

This was something he didn't expect. Judging from the words of the Sect Master Xiahou, he was also a person who loved his daughter very much. If he killed Jing Qi himself, how could he let him go? Even if Jing Qi was not recognized by him, it would not work.

"I miscalculated it, and I didn't count his love for my daughter."

Ye Mo thought with a wry smile that if he sneaked into the Ziba Sect, he would use the Jin family or even use Su Zi to block the arrows, which would be of some effect. But Xiahou Yuan didn't want to care about these trivial matters, but his daughter's affairs were the most important.

In this way, it is hard to say whether Xiahou Yuan still has reason.

"I am really sorry for the fact that it is expensive for a thousand yuan, and I feel guilty."

Ye Mo saluted slightly and said with a sigh.

Having said that, it is impossible for Ye Mo to not resist and wait for the beheading. No matter how guilty it is, that is another matter. How could it be slaughtered because of guilt? Yan'er is still waiting for her to go back on the northern defense line.

While his thoughts were turning, Ye Mo had already communicated with the clones in the miniature world and opened the miniature world and hid in at any time.

However, what made Ye Mo speechless was that Xiahou Yuan never took action, but just stared at him with a sharp and cold look, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

After a while, Xiahou Yuan let out a soft hum, withdrew his gaze, as if he was thinking.

It was not until this time that Ye Mo slowly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Xiahou Yuan would not take action, and even Ye Mo guessed that Xiahou Yuan had no intention of killing him.

Looking at Xiahou Yuan's contemplative appearance, Ye Mo felt a little curious, not knowing what Xiahou Yuan was contemplating.
Chapter completed!