The sun is high. The weather has gradually warmed up since the beginning of spring, and some willow branches on the roadside have turned green. The sparrows have returned north, and the sky has become more vibrant.
On the official road from Huainan Road to the small town of Anjia in Anzhou, four men and one woman were galloping all the way on tall horses covered in dust.
It was Han Dingtian, Pan Ping, Han Youyu, Zhang Jiuding and Mo Wanren who came down from Wudang Mountain.
Not far away, there was a tea stall next to the post house. Han Dingtian reined in his horse and the horse slowed down. The people followed closely behind, walking the horse to the tea stall.
Han Dingtian got off his horse and shouted at Han Youyu who was at the back.
"Hurry up." Han Youyu hurriedly walked a few steps into the tea stall, asked the waiter to bring some easy-to-eat food, and then scooped up a few bowls of tea soup that was warm on the stove and brought it to Han Dingtian and the four of them.
In the past few days, Han Youyu has been serving these few people like this. Sometimes Pan Ping can't help but feel sorry for him. After all, he feels sorry for his own flesh and blood. He has never suffered this crime since he was a child. No matter how duplicitous Pan Ping is, he can't do anything to his son. Get rid of it.
But as soon as Pan Ping stretched out his hand, he would be yelled back by Han Dingtian, who was so frightened that Pan Ping cowered. Zhang Jiuding, who used to rely on his superior status, could only pretend not to hear, but now he was facing himself, a former outer disciple. Dare to be angry but dare not speak.
After listening to what his mother told him that night, Han Youyu seemed to have become a different person in the past few days. He was submissive without any of the bossy dandy before. If no one among the people traveling with him took the initiative to talk to him Speaking, he was silent all day long.
Regardless of whether he was his biological father or his adoptive father, or even his own mother, Han Youyu behaved a little distantly. He would go there when he was called, and stay away if he was not called. No one knew what he was thinking, and Han Dingtian would not ask. , Pan Ping wanted to ask but was afraid of ruining Han Dingtian's arrangements, Zhang Jiuding wanted to ask but didn't dare.
As a result, Han Youyu lived so paranoidly in his own one-third of an acre of land. Mo Wanren could obviously tell that the four people in this group had their own thoughts, but at his age, he could see through the worldly affairs and focus on enlightenment, so he would naturally not care about mundane matters.
Seeing that this young junior was preoccupied all day long, he, who was well-informed, naturally understood that if things continued like this, he might become withdrawn and autistic, which was obviously not a good thing.
But he doesn't care whether he is a mother or a father, and there is no need for him to worry about it. After these few days of contact, Mo Wanren was very puzzled by the four people who were obedient to Han Dingtian. After all, Zhang Jiuding was also a master, so how could he be obedient to his apprentice.
Mo Wanren just kept a relative distance from them as much as he could, adhering to the principle of not caring about his own affairs.
Thinking of this family, Mo Wanren felt a little disgusted. The woman's appearance was acceptable, but she didn't follow the rules of women. When she first found her on the mountain, she had some skin-to-skin contact with her without leaving any trace. If it weren't for Jiugong Yan's sake, just because this woman was so wild, I won't go with them no matter what I say.
Since coming out of the mountain, this woman has been getting close to him again and again, touching him intentionally or unintentionally with her plump breasts. What is even more incomprehensible is that Han Dingtian, her man, actually looks on and remains indifferent.
The behavior of these two couples was unreasonable to Mo Wanren. I can't help but think of Jiugong Yan. The experience that woman told me was also pitiful.
He was betrothed to a wealthy family since he was a child. Later, his family fell into ruin and he suffered the loss of his husband, leaving him alone. Fortunately, he met a martial arts elder who took him in and passed down his martial arts skills.
It's hard for any man to be able to hold back when a woman throws herself into her arms, let alone one who was almost a prince back then?
Little did he know that the old-hearted Mo Wanren actually believed this nonsense, which was full of loopholes. It was ridiculous.
Mo Wanren, who just drank two bowls of tea, didn't look at anyone and said, "I have lived for more than eighty years. I dare not say that I am familiar with all the famous people in the world. Of course I have heard a few things about it." , I have been wondering in the past few days, who is Daoman in your mouth, and which dharma name is Jiuju?" Compared with the indifference towards Han Youyu, the indifference towards Zhang Jiuding, and the superficial appearance towards Pan Ping Although Han Dingtian was bored, Han Dingtian still respected this old guy who didn't enter the house, and spoke politely, saying: "Senior Mo, I have made it clear to you at the beginning. This teacher Daoman specifically asked me not to spread the word when I go out. Senior, please wait a moment for his name. Master Daoman will tell you when Anjia arrives." Han Dingtian, who had various little calculations, was able to tell lies easily.
Taking the tea soup that Han Youyu had just added, Mo Wanren looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he whispered: "Are you sure he can help me kill Ye Sangen?" Han Dingtian also deliberately lowered his voice and pretended to be pretentious. Said: "Senior, don't worry, since Senior Jiugong said so, it will definitely be done." Mo Wanren, who had been kept in the dark for the past few days, had no idea about this relationship that was so complicated that he couldn't figure it out. No matter whether Jiugongyan calls that person master, Han Dingtian and Pan Ping call that person teacher, or the couple calls Jiugongyan senior, what Mo Wanren cares about is whether Daoman in their mouths can help them. Help yourself.
Mo Wanren only drank tea and said nothing. However, Han Dingtian opened up his chatterbox and talked endlessly.
"Senior Mo doesn't know anything. My son, Youyu, had a verbal conflict with his sister and brother from the Ye family over some trivial matter in Jingzhou later in the year. He was killed by these beasts and his entire cultivation was wasted. It would be a waste of human life not to avenge this vengeance." Father, I originally planned to ask my master, Taoist Master Jiuding, to come forward, but unexpectedly, he came up to the mountain again in the middle of the night, and who knows what insidious tricks were used. Even my master was forced to step down from the position of head and was punished to go to the back mountain to think about his past. ." Han Dingtian became angrier as he spoke, and his voice became louder unconsciously.
"It's pity that my son is in such a catastrophic situation but no one can stand up for him. I have no choice but to shamelessly go to my wife's master, Teacher Daoman, hoping that he can help me to avenge my son and vent my anger on my master." Han Dingtian Pan Ping next to him also had a look of resentment and was very sad.
Mo Wanren ignored them and remained cautious about these four people. Even with Jiugong Yan's relationship, Mo Wanren was still vigilant.
Seeing that Mo Wanren was silent, Han Dingtian said again: "Senior, don't worry, Teacher Daoman has always been low-key. It's not surprising that senior has never heard of the teacher's name, but..." He looked at both sides and continued in a lower voice. road,
"Teacher Daoman is a person with great supernatural powers. To be honest with my seniors, Teacher Daoman traveled around when he was young and learned the supreme mental method in a treasure land. Not to mention little thieves like midnight, even those in his family, It's no big deal. So what if the old thief is approaching at night, he is not Teacher Daoman's enemy." He was surprised by the other party's name for the king with a different surname, but Mo Wanren still didn't answer.
Seeing that Mo Wanren remained silent, Han Dingtian didn't know what he was thinking about, and said: "Senior Mo, I don't know how you evaluate the third watch at night, but for me, the fault for what happened in Beijing three years ago was his fault. , it was he who relied on his identity as the Ye family to do this outrageous thing. Regardless of the good family, Liangwei was unpopular in his actions. It was just poor brother Mo Ying who was killed in the middle of the night at a young age. The court was still so partial. In the end, It's really hateful to leave it alone!" I have to say that Han Dingtian is really good at understanding people's hearts. Just a few words aroused Mo Wanren's overwhelming anger. He slapped the wooden table and said fiercely: "That shameless kid is indeed hateful. Killing my grandson for no reason, do you really think that my Mo family is easy to bully? Since the court doesn't care, then I will take care of it myself, even if I cut it into pieces, it will not be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
"Senior Mo's words make sense!" Han Dingtian hurriedly agreed, looking bitter and resentful.
"Brother Mo Ying did a chivalrous thing and drew his sword to help when there was injustice, but he ended up like this. The government didn't care about it. It's really heartbreaking." The voices of the two people here were filled with indignation and raised an octave, which attracted all the tea guests. Looking back, I just thought it was just some grudges running around in the world, that is, they just looked at their table as a joke.
At this time, a horse Juechen came galloping on the official road. There were yellow flags and bells tied around the horse's neck, jingling in the wind. The man on the horse was wearing a navy blue uniform and shouted loudly: "Jiangnan East Road Fuzhou Eight Hundred Miles Expedited , I will grant you a gold medal, anyone who resists will die!" A voice rushed into the post hall.
All the eyes in the tea stall were attracted again. Han Dingtian and Pan Ping only glanced at each other and then looked away. The couple, who had a lot of twists and turns in their hearts, looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes. But Just as quickly as it came, it was gone in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Jiuding over there accidentally saw such subtle movements between the two people, his eyes tightened, and he quickly took a bowl of tea to cover it up.
Mo Wanren naturally noticed it, but he was still angry and didn't care. In just a few breaths, a big horse galloped out, the yellow flag rustled and the bells rang crisply, accompanied by the post soldier's words
"Eight hundred miles from the east of the Yangtze River to Fuzhou, we have to hurry up and get a gold medal. Those who stop will die" all the way west. After picking up a side dish and putting it in his mouth, Pan Ping took out his chopsticks and then picked up a piece of beef and put it into the small bowl in front of Mo Wanren. When Mo Wanren's stern gaze came into contact, Pan Ping dodged shyly, just like after letting go of the beef. The chopsticks were still clinging to glistening saliva, and the roots were broken.
