When Mo Li walked into the yard from the shop, he happened to hear Meng Qi ask the shopkeeper:

"Will you know my identity in this way?"

The shopkeeper nodded like pounding garlic, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know if Master Meng came to our cabinet in person, it's really... I'm not welcome."

"I don't remember seeing you." Meng Qi thought to himself, everyone who had seen him was trapped in Shangyun Mountain, how could he send the news back?

"No, I'm sorry to be bold in guessing," said the shopkeeper pale, "There is a branch of Fengxing Pavilion in the capital, which is a coffin shop. Three years ago, I received several business transactions and took this opportunity to find out... What you look like. A while ago, there was a rumor on Yongzhou Road that the previous dynasty national master appeared and stepped by the river in front of everyone. I think you did return to Taijing. Therefore, I dared to guess. Isn't it the only national master who has such martial arts skills but no one has seen before?"

Mo Li paused, and this sounded so familiar.

"A villain is not talented. As a great manager of Fengxing Pavilion, although I dare not say that I know all the masters in the world, I know very well that a man with a dignified appearance and extraordinary spirit, and I also have a portrait in my hand."

The shopkeeper's face almost said, "The ancestors of Taijing people are not worthy of being called the world's world, but they have pictures of the world's world."

Looking at Meng Qi with a stiff smile, Mo Li coughed dryly and was about to change the subject, but suddenly she saw Meng Qi's eyes lit up and she said to him.

"You are sitting in a well and watching the sky, making you laugh. How can you know all the heroes in the world? For example, who do you know this person?"

The shopkeeper turned to look at Mo Li, and was stunned, as if he was confused.

Mo Li: "…"
Chapter completed!