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Xiao Xiangzi was curious about Mo Deqian's past, but she was more focused on his talent and potential. The affairs at the inn were busy, but Mo Deqian's way of handling things always impressed her.
One day in late autumn, the inn welcomed a special guest. This guest seemed ordinary, but Xiao Xiangzi felt something unusual about them. That night, something strange happened at the inn: the door of a guest room suddenly opened and closed on its own, accompanied by a low sigh.
The guests were discussing animatedly, and Xiao Xiangzi couldn't help but furrow her brows. Just as she was about to go check for herself, Mo Deqian had quietly appeared at the door of the guest room. There was no panic on his face, he just stood there quietly, as if listening to something.
Xiao Xiangzi approached and asked in a low voice, "Mo Deqian, do you sense anything?"
Mo Deqian nodded slightly, with a hint of seriousness in his expression: "There seems to be an unusual atmosphere in this room."
Xiao Xiangzi could handle these issues herself, but seeing Mo Deqian's determined look, she couldn't help but feel a little curious: "What do you plan to do?"
Mo Deqian did not answer immediately, but walked into the room. Xiao Xiangzi followed in. Inside the room, it was quiet, except for the sound of the wind outside, there was no other sound. Mo Deqian walked slowly to the center of the room, closed his eyes, as if searching for something.
After a while, he opened his eyes and explained to Xiao Xiangzi: "There is a faint Yin energy here, not something ordinary can cause."
Xiao Xiangzi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. She knew Mo Deqian's martial arts skills were strong, but she didn't expect him to have knowledge of these supernatural phenomena. She asked, "What should we do then?"
After a moment of contemplation, Mo Deqian said, "I need some time to handle this matter. Xiao Xiangzi, please calm the guests down first, I will resolve this as soon as possible."
Xiao Xiangzi nodded and left the room with trust. She knew that Mo Deqian, although not very talkative, was always cautious and effective in his every action.
In the dimly lit room, Mo Deqian's figure moved like a ghost, shuttling around. His movements were both swift and cautious, ensuring that every arrangement was precise. When he returned from the kitchen, he held a small bag of herbs filled with various rare spices. These spices were not for cooking, but were an important element for an ancient ritual.
Mo Deqian placed some spices in the four corners of the room, his movements appeared very serious, as if every step was filled with a mysterious power. The room was filled with an exotic fragrance, ancient and mysterious, giving a sense of indescribable tranquility.
Then, he began to chant incantations in a low voice. These incantations were ancient and difficult to decipher, each word filled with power. Mo Deqian's voice was deep and rhythmic, as if engaging in a secret communication with another world. His gaze was firm, completely focused on what was about to happen.
As time passed, the sound of the wind outside became more urgent, as if even the natural world was reacting to the impending event. The air in the room began to feel heavy, as if it were filled with an unseen force. Mo Deqian's eyes revealed a subtle tension, but his expression remained calm, as if all the changes were within his expectations.
At that moment, a deep and powerful roar shattered the silence of the room. The roar seemed to come from nowhere, yet it felt as if it were coming from every corner. With the appearance of this sound, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed dramatically. The previously heavy air instantly became light, as if all the oppression had been swept away.
Mo Deqian Slowly opened his eyes, which were shining with deep light. He took a deep breath, seemingly confirming the changes around him. Then, he stood up slowly, every movement appearing extremely calm. The supernatural event had been resolved, but there was no celebration or joy on his face, only deep tranquility and a barely noticeable fatigue.
Mo Deqian didn't say much, as was his usual style. He knew that such things would happen again, and he would once again be the solution. In this mysterious and chaotic world, he was like a lonely light, silently guarding the truth that had yet to be understood by people.
The next day, Xiao Xiangzi learned about all of this and became even more certain of Mo Deqian's abilities. She even began to consider how to better apply Mo Deqian's talents to the operation of the inn.
Mo Deqian's performance gradually became known among the guests, and his reputation in the martial arts world began to rise. Some called him the "mysterious helper," while others respectfully referred to him as the "master of the supernatural." However, Mo Deqian remained consistently indifferent to it all.
The inn's business became even more prosperous as a result, and Xiao Xiangzi gradually developed a bold plan: if he could make use of Mo Deqian's talent, perhaps he could take the inn to new heights.
Mo Deqian was not proud of his abilities; he always remained humble and calm. He didn't have many opinions about Xiao Xiangzi's plan, and quietly continued to do his work.
But behind all this, there is still a mystery in Mo Deqian's heart: what is his past? What is the truth behind his lost memory? It seems that all of this is somehow connected to his current abilities.
As for Xiao Xiangzi, she is even more determined in her belief: to uncover Mo Deqian's past secrets and turn it all into the wealth and reputation of the inn.
The autumn wind continues to blow, and the golden leaves are falling in the courtyard of the inn. The business at the inn is booming, and Xiao Xiangzi's plan is quietly progressing. As for Mo Deqian, the mysterious helper, it seems that he is gradually finding back a part that belongs to himself in this process.
With the gentle breeze of autumn, the business at the inn is becoming increasingly busy, and Mo Deqian is playing a more and more important role. His silent but efficient and decisive style has impressed the guests. Xiao Xiangzi, on the other hand, is silently observing everything behind the scenes, her thoughts deep and complex.
In the afternoon, the inn welcomed a dusty merchant caravan, clearly exhausted and thirsty from a difficult journey. Xiao Xiangzi immediately sent Mo Deqian to receive them. Mo Deqian was extremely efficient, not only quickly arranging accommodations but also personally preparing a table of steaming hot food.
The leader of the caravan was a short, chubby middle-aged man. As he looked at the feast before him, he loudly praised, "This inn not only has great scenery, but even the staff are skilled!"
Mo Deqian just nodded lightly without saying much, but his gaze lingered briefly on the leader of the caravan. This scene did not escape Xiao Xiangzi's eyes. She knew that Mo Deqian had a very strong power of observation and would not easily take an interest in someone.
In the evening, as the people of the caravan were enjoying themselves in the hall, Xiao Xiangzi quietly pulled Mo Deqian aside and asked in a low voice, "What do you think of that leader?"
Mo Deqian pondered for a moment and replied, "There is an unusual aura about him, as if he is hiding something."
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Xiao Xiangzi's eyes as he asked, "Are you suggesting that he might bring trouble?"
Mo Deqian nodded, "It's possible. We need to be cautious."
Xiao Xiangzi furrowed her brows, knowing that Mo Deqian never spoke without purpose. She decided to secretly keep an eye on this merchant caravan, and at the same time told Mo Deqian, "If necessary, handle it your way."
Late at night, with the quiet surroundings and moonlight shining like water, Xiao Xiangzi sat at the table in his room, contemplating how to better utilize Mo Deqian's abilities to bring more profit to the inn. Just then, a sudden commotion could be heard from outside.
Xiao Xiangzi quickly walked out of the room, only to find Mo Deqian already standing at the staircase. His expression was calm as usual, but there was a hint of alertness in his eyes. Following his gaze, Xiao Xiangzi saw the leader of a merchant caravan in a dispute with several guests.
Mo Deqian walked over with steady steps, showing no signs of impatience. He spoke softly, "Gentlemen, it's late at night, please keep quiet."
The leader looked at Mo Deqian with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but under Mo Deqian's gaze, he eventually lowered his voice.
Xiao Xiangzi looked at this scene and couldn't help but admire Mo Deqian's ability to handle things. She walked up to Mo Deqian and said in a low voice, "It seems that you are not only a helper, but also an expert at solving problems."
Mo Deqian simply responded lightly, "I just did what I should do."
Xiao Xiangzi With a slight smile, she knew that Mo Deqian although not very talkative, every action was full of meaning. She was more certain that Mo Deqian's past must be closely related to his current performance.
In the future, Xiao Xiangzi began to pay closer attention to Mo Deqian's actions, wanting to find more clues about his past, while also thinking about how to turn these clues into the benefit of the inn.
Mo Deqian continued with his daily work, his cold and focused appearance seemingly hiding some unknown secrets. His presence not only brought peace to the inn, but also added a touch of mystery to the place.
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