“Help?”
Li Mo couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
Would Bing Tuozi, with her usual personality, actually ask others for help?
Ying Bing sat down at the stone table and habitually poured tea, her delicate face showing some confusion.
She cleared her throat:
“Come closer and listen.”
Li Mo: “…..”
Why did it feel so strange?
Asking for help felt like being lectured by a superior.
Who knows how Bing Tuozi developed such an air of authority; I guess… one could say it’s a natural talent for a destined woman.
“What’s the matter that it has to be so grand.”
“You don’t have many things you care about.”
Li Mo sat opposite her and casually picked up the teacup and took a sip.
He didn’t even notice.
The cup was the one Bing Tuozi had just used.
“Are you going to the Ziyang Mansion for the sect mission you accepted?”
Ying Bing’s eyes slightly moved, as if she hadn’t seen anything.
“I haven’t accepted any missions yet.”
“But I do plan on finding some missions in the Ziyang Mansion.”
Li Mo put his hands behind his head and smiled:
“I’ve come to the Ziyang Mansion but haven’t had the chance to look around. I guess I want to take advantage of this opportunity.”
“This trip won’t be busy. If you have any trivial matters, feel free to speak up.”
Doing the mission is secondary.
For him, sect contribution points are optional. Accepting a simple mission would suffice.
“I want you to help me find someone.”
“She should now… be a beggar.”
Recalling the past, the frost on Ying Bing’s face seemed to melt a bit.
At that time, she couldn’t join the Qingyuan Sect.
She could only live in an abandoned house in the Ziyang Mansion.
It was also because of this that she met Jiang Chulong, who had nowhere else to go.
In this life, she opened her meridians and displayed her talents thanks to Li Mo’s help.
In her previous life, if not for mutual assistance with Jiang Chulong, she wouldn’t have been able to open her meridians either.
She is now part of the Qingyuan Sect.
Without her, Jiang Chulong is alone, unsure of how to face those difficult situations…
“I want you to find her and arrange for her food, clothing, and shelter.”
Huh?
After hearing her words, Li Mo was stunned.
Bing Tuozi actually cares about someone’s daily life?
Is this still the Bing Tuozi he knows?
Could it be a relative of hers?
Her county suffered from disaster beasts, and her relatives were presumably all dead.
Perhaps she got news that she still has a unique relative who ended up in the Ziyang Mansion.
This makes sense.
Little Li naturally thought of this.
So he also said seriously:
“Don’t worry, although the Ziyang Mansion is big, finding someone isn’t too hard.”
“If you remember the person’s distinctive features, draw them.”
As he spoke, he took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Helping Bing Tuozi, he was more than willing. As long as it involved Bing Tuozi, the system’s feedback has always been good.
Besides, searching for a relative is something he would gladly do even without compensation.
“Drawing…”
Ying Bing calmly took the brush.
Half an hour later.
Little Li looked at the ‘masterpiece’ on the table, his expression serious.
“Ying Bing.”
“Yes?”
“I’m saying, does anyone really look like this?”
Looking at the portrait that could be considered a masterpiece of abstract art, Li Mo asked.
To be honest.
When asking someone to find someone, can we stick to realism in portraits?
If you make it abstract, I wouldn’t recognize it as a human being unless I had seen a few Picasso paintings in my past life.
“Her features are very distinct.”
“Female, big eyes, small lips.”
Ying Bing’s gaze shifted away.
Li Mo: “….. Does she have any more obvious features?”
After a moment of recollection, Ying Bing replied:
“There are.”
“There’s a terrifying wound on her chest, she stutters when she speaks, and… if she washes her face, she’s quite pretty.”
“Uh… how pretty?”
“In comparison to me, each has their own beauty.”
“….. Indeed.”
…
No time to waste.
Finally, Little Li managed to gather some specific information.
Since there’s no better day, he prepared to set off immediately.
Before leaving, he left several days’ worth of wine for his master and asked Ying Bing to supply it regularly.
After doing these things, he went to Shenbing Peak.
…
In the afternoon.
A rather luxurious carriage headed downhill.
Incense was burning inside, and the tea in the cups didn’t spill even as the carriage moved.
“Brother Li, why did you accept a mission to capture a notorious bandit?”
Murong Xiao examined the unfolded portrait on the table.
This portrait drawn by the External Affairs Hall was rather blurry.
After all, there were no photos in this era.
Without being able to draw based on a person, they could only rely on verbal descriptions, which might vary from person to person.
“I was looking for someone anyway, so I figured it would be convenient.”
Li Mo replied casually.
The notorious bandit Cui Peng, who was in the Qi Condensation stage, was severely injured ten days ago by an outer sect elder.
Skilled in hardening techniques and proficient in saber techniques, he had dozens of bl**d debts on his record.
To other Qi bl**d stage disciples, even injured, Cui Peng was a tough opponent.
But for Li Mo…
He was a decent combat opponent, nothing more.
He hadn’t truly fought anyone face-to-face yet…
“If Brother Li has accepted the mission, I will dig through every inch of the Ziyang Mansion to find this person.”
Murong Xiao scratched his head and laughed.
Li Mo chuckled.
How did Murong feel after learning the Golden Bell Cover technique? He seems a bit more honest now.
“By the way, Brother Li, besides Cui Peng, who else are you looking for?”
“It’s a little beggar…”
In the carriage, Murong Xiao carefully wrote down every word Li Mo said, showing great attention.
He planned to return home and ask his grandfather for help.
The Murong family is quite well-informed, and Li Mo trusts this.
Unconsciously,
The carriage entered the city and then the inner city, where the buildings were much more luxurious than the outer city.
“Murong Mansion.”
Li Mo raised his head and saw the gilded plaque. The Murong Mansion in the inner city was quite impressive.
“Master, Mr. Li.”
The steward, who seemed to have known about this beforehand, greeted him with a smile.
“Brother Li, please come in. It feels like coming home.”
Murong Xiao relaxed once he returned home.
Walking through the gallery and garden, Li Mo was quite interested in the surroundings.
This place seemed much larger and more luxurious than his hometown, exuding an air of refinement.
“Xiao’er.”
Entering the main hall, he saw two elders sitting at a large table drinking tea. One of them, wearing a scarlet robe, waved at Murong Xiao.
The other elder, with half-black and half-white hair, his gaze lingered on Li Mo.
Then he turned to look at the long sword at Li Mo’s waist.
“This must be the true disciple Li Zhenchuang.”
“He is indeed a handsome young hero.”
The elder in the scarlet robe stood up with a smile:
“Just now, I was drinking tea with the Mansion Lord. When he heard you were coming, he insisted on having more of my Cloudy Eyebrow tea.”
