Chapter 662

As soon as he finished speaking, he discovered that everyone in the dungeon looked at him with strange expressions.

He looked at everyone with some bewilderment, not understanding why they were looking at him with such eyes.

And Ying Mo looked at the lean middle-aged man before him.

Looking at his appearance, he looked like someone who would go to work as a long-term laborer for a landlord.

There was no feeling of him being associated with the Confucian school at all.

No matter what, the Confucian school was all about being well-read in poetry and books.

If this man said he was from the Farmstead, maybe someone would believe it.

Seeming to see the disbelief in everyone's eyes, the man was somewhat anxious.

"I really am from the Confucian school; if you don't believe me, test me."

"Fine, then which five constants does your Confucian school's Way of the Five Constants refer to?"

Ying Mo said indifferently.

"Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust."

The man said without hesitation.

Several people nearby raised their eyebrows in surprise.

"The gentleman is at ease and not arrogant..."

"The petty man is arrogant and not at ease."

Before Ying Mo could finish the first half of the sentence, the man said the second half without hesitation.

Now everyone believed a little that this man was from the Confucian school.

"Why would the Confucian school send you to appear here?"

Yuan Zuozong said with a cold expression.

He had always thought that that group of people from the Confucian school would only sell their theories in the imperial court.

Yet he didn't expect that the Confucian school would actually have spies planted in Xianyang City.

"Gathering information."

The man's eyes rolled, and he said immediately.

Looking at his appearance, it was completely inconsistent with the simple honesty of his image.

"I finally understand, why would the Confucian school choose to let you be a spy?"

A look of contempt appeared on the corner of Yuan Zuozong's mouth.

Because this school of the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Confucian school, had too heavy a sect aura.

Those Confucian scholars, as soon as they walked in front of people, one knew they were from the Confucian school.

But this man before them didn't have the temperament of those Confucian people.

He seemed just like an ordinary, authentic farmer.

It was no wonder this person would become a spy for the Confucian school.

Now, except for the person who had already died, only the last person remained who hadn't stated their identity.

This was a young girl.

A cold expression seemed to hang on the young girl's cheeks.

There was no fear at all because of the previous events.

"Kill me then."

The young girl seemed to notice that everyone's gaze had shifted to her.

A calm voice rang out in the dungeon.

Looking at her appearance, she didn't seem to have any intention of revealing her identity at all.

Ying Mo looked at the young girl's face and seemed to think of someone.

"Xiao Meng..."

Upon hearing this name, a look of trance appeared on Yuan Zuozong's face beside him.

Because he remembered that this person seemed to have already been wiped out along with the Taoist school.

Then he remembered Ying Mo, who seemed not to have killed that young girl at all in the beginning.

But had crippled all of her cultivation.

Yuan Zuozong immediately reached out, wanting to grab the young girl's neck.

Xiao Meng reacted instinctively, dodging Yuan Zuozong's attack directly to the side.

Upon hearing this man in black call out her previous name, a flash of shock appeared on Xiao Meng's face.

She hadn't expected that even after she had become like this, this person could still recognize her identity.

While dodging Yuan Zuozong's attack, her whole body stiffened in place.

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"Young Master."

"She..."

The look of surprise on Yuan Zuozong's face could not be contained.

But Ying Mo just gently raised his hand, and Yuan Zuozong closed his mouth.

"Your martial arts have already been crippled."

"I am very curious, what exactly did you do to recover this cultivation?"

Ying Mo's gaze was fixed tightly on Xiao Meng.

His gaze was like an ancient well, carrying a hint of profound light.

He was truly somewhat curious.

Why could this woman now completely recover the martial arts he had crippled?

Xiao Meng had a cold face.

She hadn't expected that even after changing her face, these people could still recognize her.

As early as when she was captured, she had already known the identity of these people.

But because of her trust in that person, she felt that these people couldn't possibly guess her identity.

Yet she didn't expect the Ghost to still guess her identity.

"How my cultivation was recovered, that seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"

Xiao Meng said coldly.

"You are courting death."

Even though Xiao Meng had nimbly dodged an attack from Yuan Zuozong just now.

But this time, Yuan Zuozong's attack was extremely crisp and clean.

The dirt wall behind her caused Xiao Meng's dodging figure to stutter for a moment.

Immediately, her whole neck was grabbed in Yuan Zuozong's hand.

Yuan Zuozong's voice was exceptionally cold, and his face also carried a hint of murderous intent.

This woman should have been killed before.

If it weren't for the Young Master's kindness in sparing her life, how could she have been left until now?

To actually dare to speak to the Young Master in such a tone, she truly didn't know what was good for her.

Cough, cough, cough.

Xiao Meng raised a foot and kicked directly into Yuan Zuozong's chest.

Yuan Zuozong's body only vibrated for a moment, but he didn't let go of the hand grabbing Xiao Meng's neck at all.

After lasting for a moment.

"Let her go."

Ying Mo's voice slowly rang out.

As soon as Ying Mo's words fell.

Yuan Zuozong directly let go of his hand, and Xiao Meng's body slowly went limp on the ground along the wall.