Lian Shisan said: "As always, let me, young master, be more careful."
Mu Qingyan turned around displeased: "You should also learn from You Guanyue to use your brain more, and don't plunge into the pit and be unable to pull it out. Since I know it's an old saying, I must be asking Uncle Cheng if he has any leftovers. Tell me something new!"
Lian Shisan thought hard: "...Oh, by the way, Uncle Cheng said, 'Wontons should be wrapped and eaten now. Wontons will lose their flavor if left for a long time after being wrapped, and the people who eat them will be angry' - what does this mean?"
Mu Qingyan's eyes turned, and a subtle breath of joy slowly overflowed from the surroundings, blooming in unknown corners.
If You Guanyue were present, he would definitely have noticed it. Unfortunately, Lian Shisan was not aware of it and asked blankly: "The Suzaku Altar, one of the four major altars, has fallen. I wonder how Nie Zhe will respond?"
"There is definitely a response. As for what kind of response." Mu Qingyan smiled, "I can roughly guess it."
…
You Guanyue wailed silently in front of the mirror for half the night, reluctantly reattaching the bridge of her nose, and then asked her personal maid to find the most precious plaster and apply it on her face. The master and servant rubbed it with their hands for a long time, but the face in the mirror was still too miserable to look at.
The personal maid cried sadly, and You Guanyue said angrily: "Why are you crying! Don't cry anymore! From now on, I can at least make my own decisions about who I sleep with, young master. Isn't this a good thing?! If you don't go down and eat, who will come if I starve to death?" Serve me!"
You Guanyue originally planned to hide in the house for a few days until he recovered a little and see people again. Unfortunately, Nie Zhe refused to let him hide his clumsiness. He sent two women to Mu Qingyan one after another, forcing the worried Young Master You to Had to show up.
The first woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, a slender waist, and an astonishing beauty when she raised her head. She knelt down timidly in front of Mu Qingyan, not even daring to say a word, she was really pitiful.
"Your name is Qiu Cuilan?" You Guanyue asked with a sullen face.
The woman timidly replied: "...Yes."
"You said you are Elder Qiu's granddaughter?"
"Yes."
"What did Nie Zhe send you to do?"
There was moisture in Qiu Cuilan's eyes, "He asked me to serve Mu Shaojun."
As soon as these words came out, Mu Qingyan seemed to be overjoyed. He put his slender fingers on his forehead and couldn't help but chuckle, "...You are really imitating others. You should let Nie Hengcheng see Nie Zhe's future."
You Guanyue knew Nie Zhe's plan in her heart, but she was still in a dilemma.
Although Elder Qiu has a bad temper and a fiery personality, he is very protective of the disciples under his wings and teaches martial arts carefully. Since You Guanyue fell into the hands of Renya, only those few under Elder Qiu's The year had passed with peace of mind, and he had some feelings for the old man.
"Young Master, do you think...?" He hesitated.
Mu Qingyan: "Kill."
"??" You Guanyue said, "Young Master!"
Qiu Cuilan was stunned on the spot.
"Elder Qiu has no sons at all. He only has a daughter with his late wife, who married off long ago." Mu Qingyan Hun didn't care.
You Guanyue quickly explained: "No, no, Elder Qiu has a son who was born to a maid he took in in his later years."
Mu Qingyan sighed quietly: "Look, if you lose your integrity in your old age, it is better than being a good old prostitute. It is really unethical to take maids and concubines when you are old. But let's kill him. Elder Qiu's son has never been married. Where did he come from? daughter."
You Guanyue almost died - Dare you know that Elder Qiu has a son!
"Farewell, farewell, farewell. Although Elder Qiu's son was not married, he had several doting maids around him. After Elder Qiu passed away, his son was in a state of confusion. Two years later, he also died of drunkenness. A few months later, his maids The next posthumous girl was adopted by Hu Fengge, the current elder of Tianji."
"Really." Mu Qingyan said lightly, "She looks nothing like Elder Qiu. She must be someone sent by Nie Zhe to pretend to spy on the secrets. Just in case, let's kill her."
"Young Master." You Guanyue said helplessly, "I have seen her from a distance, and this woman is indeed Qiu Cuilan."
"Okay, okay." Mu Qingyan had no choice but to raise his hand towards the girl kneeling on the ground.
Qiu Cuilan was so frightened that she trembled and knelt down beside Mu Qingyan's seat.
Mu Qingyan held her chin with her left hand and smiled casually at the girl. In an instant, she was dazzling like pearls and jade, "I like smart girls, are you smart?"
Qiu Cuilan seemed to be in a daze, and nodded blankly, "...Cuilan is willing to learn to be smart for Shaojun."
Mu Qingyan smiled: "As long as you are smart, I will tell you the truth - I am about to attack the White Tiger Altar, followed by Qinglong and Xuanwu, and then the Paradise Palace. I will kill Nie Zhe and take back the position of leader. So. , don’t rush to place your bet, just watch for a few more days, do you understand?”
Qiu Cuilan leaned over and kowtowed in confusion.
After taking the girl down, You Guanyue hesitated: "Young Jun, she was raised by Nie Zhe after all. Even if you can't kill her for Elder Qiu's sake, you should send her far away to avoid harm. It’s a big deal.”
Mu Qingyan chuckled: "The real Qiu Cuilan died at the age of five. When I first entered the cult four years ago, Nie Zhe hurriedly found a beautiful girl about the same age to pretend to be Qiu Cuilan. But before he could kill her, Once he was trained and released, I ran away from the training camp, but this woman was of no use."
"It's like this!" You Guanyue was shocked, "In this case, this woman must not be kept and must be eliminated immediately!"
"There's no rush." Mu Qingyan smiled, "This woman is good-looking and can act well. Don't let Nie Zhe's painstaking training go to waste."
You Guanyue was surprised and admired. She felt that Mu Qingyan was mysterious and did not dare to ask any more questions.
The next day, Nie Zhe sent a second woman. You Guan Yueqi was so excited that she almost broke the mirror. Can one beauty trap be the next one these days? He stepped out of the house angrily, determined to identify the new vixen for the young new master.
Who would have thought that what was sent this time was not a charming girl, but an extremely beautiful middle-aged woman with a heart-stopping name, Sun Ruoshui - the beauty who was sent to Mu Zhengming by Nie Hengcheng more than 20 years ago. One of them, and the one who ultimately succeeded.
Mu Qingyan's biological mother.
You Guanyue didn't even dare to speak now, wishing she had never left the house.
Sun Ruoshui's story is not a secret among the middle and senior leaders of the church.
Mu Zhengming once had an enlightened old master when he was young. Soon he left the Hanhai Mountains and lived in seclusion in a distant place. After a plague, his whereabouts are unknown. In order to control Mu Zhengming, Nie Hengcheng went through great pains to find the old master's remaining youngest daughter, trained her for several years and sent her to Mu Zhengming.
At that time, Mu Zhengming was full of blood, and he was thinking about his old love for Master Enlightenment, so he naturally looked at Sun Ruoshui in a different light, not to mention that she was as beautiful as jade, which is rare in the world. The young man and woman stayed together day and night, got married soon after, and gave birth to Mu Qingyan five or six months later.
Elder Qiu cursed angrily, but Nie Hengcheng was extremely proud.
However, what everyone did not expect was that the love in Sun Ruoshui's heart was not Mu Zhengming, but Nie Zhe, her childhood sweetheart who had grown up with her.
In Nie Hengcheng's eyes, Sun Ruoshui was just a convenient tool. He was marrying his nephew Ming Matchmaker to Li Ruxin, the daughter of his sworn brother who died young. Nie Zhe didn't even dare to speak in front of his uncle who was telling the truth.
Afterwards, Elder Qiu died in an unknown manner, Mu Zhengming was seriously injured and disappeared in a strange way, and a few months later Nie Hengcheng also died in the hands of Cai Pingshu. Zhao Tianba and Han Yisu gathered their troops to take revenge, and were soon wiped out on the banks of the Qingluo River. disaster.
This series of chaos, with blood flowing like a sea and corpses scattered everywhere, fulfilled Sun Ruoshui's wish.
She left her son, who was under one year old, with the nanny and couldn't wait to live with Nie Zhe. Although Nie Zhe did not dare to get close to her due to material considerations, Sun Ruoshui would be happy as long as he could see his sweetheart from time to time.
Soon after, Mu Zhengming showed up, took away his five-year-old son, and gave her a letter of divorce. She officially married Nie Zhe as his wife, and lived an honorable life as the wife of the (acting) leader. Calling in front and supporting behind, it’s wonderful.
But strangely, after the two became husband and wife, they didn't get along as harmoniously as before. Nie Zhe would shout at Sun Ruoshui from time to time, and treat him coldly and indifferently.
Although Sun Ruoshui is middle-aged now, she is still beautiful.
She cried and told how she missed her son, how Nie Zhe prevented her from seeing her son, how she was heartbroken, how her life was not easy after Mu Qingyan and Nie Zhe turned against each other more than a year ago, and this time she came here hoping to turn the hostility into friendship and so on...
Mu Qingyan seemed to have turned into a cold salt sculpture, listening quietly to the woman's lies that no one believed.
"How about killing him too." He looked coldly.
You Guanyue didn't dare to say a word, and giggled.
Sun Ruoshui was extremely shocked and scolded: "You, you rebellious son, how could you..."
A bright-faced maid next to her came out to smooth things over, "Madam, don't worry, the young master is just joking. As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water, the young master came out of the madam's belly after all. How could it be...!"
There was a miserable scream, and there was warm and thick blood on the ground. The servant girl was lying dead on the spot. A sword mark with deep bones was cut from her left shoulder to her right waist, and her intestines flowed out. Sun Ruoshui collapsed to the ground in fear, almost incontinent.
Mu Qingyan put the silver-moon-like long sword on the table, squatted in front of Sun Ruoshui, and said slowly: "Don't talk to me about being a loving mother and a filial son. We both know what each other is. You don't understand at all. You are not worthy of being a mother, but I will tolerate you and support you until you grow old, not because you gave birth to me, but because I promised my father."
"So, don't force me to break my promise and kill people. Our divine religion is not taboo about parricide. Do you understand?"
Sun Ruoshui nodded in horror.
Mu Qingyan turned around and said, "Guanyue, do you have Luanpo needles on you? Give her a few needles. We are going to do something again tomorrow, so we can't do anything bad to her."
You Guanyue felt like he had been granted amnesty, and quickly expressed his gratitude. If not, he could grind an iron pestle into a needle overnight!
That night, Mu Qingyan had a dream that he hadn't had for a long time.
Before he was five years old, he didn't know his name or who he was.
The other children in the courtyard all have fathers and mothers. Even if their parents died outside, they at least knew who they were. He was the only one who didn't know, as if he was living in chaos. It happened that he understood things early, and this unknown confusion frightened him extremely.
No one talked to him, he couldn't take a step out of the broken house, the hard quilt, the cold walls, he was full and hungry, no matter how much he screamed, no one paid attention. Sometimes, he would squat and look at the ants in the cracks in the ground, feeling envious.
On a sunny day, he stretched out his frostbitten hands from the gap in the window grille, trying to grab a ray of warmth.
However, it was all in vain.
He grew up in ignorance until he was five years old. He could only babble a few words. He was as skinny as a stick, pale and sickly, and almost looked like a human being.
"Ouch, what a sin. It's better to kill him than to keep him like this." Old women who occasionally pass by always like to say this.
"Old woman, shut up. Is this something we can discuss?" Her husband scolded in a low voice, "After all, they are descendants of the Mu family. They are ugly to kill, but if they are raised well, they are afraid of causing serious trouble in the future. It is best to raise them this way. He’s also a waste!”
"Oh, my dear mother enjoys a lot of things, like silk and satin, but she doesn't even ask about her son's life and death. How cruel!"
"That woman is really cruel, but she just relies on her good looks to deceive men!"
Five-year-old Mu Qingyan didn't understand what these words meant, but he remembered them clearly.
He has always had a good memory.
He remembered that it was a drizzling evening, the sky was dark, the puddles were dripping, and his disheveled hair was infested with lice. The bites made him feel painful and itchy, and he scratched at the chipped nails, and his scalp was covered with bloody scabs.
But the little and thin child didn't cry because he knew no one would care.
At this time, a tall man pushed open the door of the broken house and gently held him in his arms.
The man looked at him carefully, called him 'Yan'er', touched his thin hands and feet, his eyes filled with distress.
From then on, he had a father and a name.
His father bathed him, shaved his hair, fed him, rubbed every frostbite on him with concoction, and taught him how to speak, write and practice martial arts.
His father also guided him to read a lot of books and pursue the knowledge in ancient classics. The sun rises and the moon sets, and he can experience the moving sensation of internal energy traveling in the meridians. His father wanted him to behave elegantly and speak politely, to be as lofty as the mountains and as profound as the vast sea, to appreciate the beauty of the scenery of heaven and earth, and to feel the smooth changes of the four seasons.
What's important is that his father told him, "Yan'er is the smartest and most sensible child in the world. He is very happy to have a son."
Whenever he thinks about the past, what Mu Qingyan feels most is not joy, but grief for his father and fear of the past.
Deeply afraid.
He often thought, what if his father had not survived the serious injury and died alone in a cave? What if the father becomes disheartened and walks away? If no one came to see him, would he just rot in that dilapidated hut day after day?
He loved his father more than anything else in the world, more than his own life and death.
However, if he had never come to this world, my father would be much freer.
…
When he woke up the next day, Mu Qingyan acted as if nothing had happened. He calmly commanded the formation of troops and told everyone about the truth and the truth about the Qinglong Altar and the White Tiger Altar.
According to the plan, You Guanyue led a small number of men to feign an attack on the White Tiger Altar, the weakest of the four altars. The altar's owner, Sima Zhi, closed the palace gate tightly and was unable to escape, and desperately sent a letter to the surrounding people asking for help.
