Ling Mu looked at the lake not far away and remained silent.
Mo Yan didn't ask any more questions. He leaned against the willow tree and looked at the lake with a dazed look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The door of the villa was opened again, and a little girl in a pink skirt walked out. She was small and exquisite, about seven or eight years old, and walked towards Mo Yan with heavy steps.
The little girl was holding a black sword in her right hand, with a silver wine flask hanging on the hilt. She was holding the package in her left hand. She was struggling a little, staggering around, and her walking was no longer neat. She shouted with difficulty: "Senior Brother Mo Yan ,Brother Pastor Ling..."
The two of them turned to look at the same time.
Seeing that she was carrying something heavier than herself and that she might fall down at any time, Ling Mu said with concern: "Don't worry, don't fall."
Meng Zhiyue nodded and grinned.
Mo Yan didn't know why and asked: "Little junior sister, are you planning to run away from home?"
Meng Zhiyue chuckled, raised the black sword in his hand with some difficulty, shook it, and said with a smile: "Whose sword does this belong to?"
Hearing this, Mo Yan immediately stepped forward, grabbed the black sword, looked at it carefully, and pulled out the sword. The sharp blade shone with a dazzling light, with black and white stripes, and a black and white star suspended in the sword grid. The beads are of great ornamental value. He smiled brightly and said, "Isn't this the black and white spider that Master made for me?"
Meng Zhiyue nodded, "Master completed this sword yesterday. Today, I will help you, Senior Brother Mo Yan, to sharpen the sword."
Mo Yan stared at the flawless black and white spider, eyes full of joy, an unconcealable smile on his lips, at a loss what to do, and shouted: "Oh yeah... I am also a monk with a special sword."
Sitting under the willow tree, Ling Mu was relieved to see his junior brother so happy and did not disturb them.
Meng Zhiyue was also happy for him. She picked up the silver-white wine bottle that fell on the ground and shook it. "Senior Brother Mo Yan, don't you want this wine bottle? If you don't want it... forget it."
Hearing this, Mo Yan glanced at the silver wine flask in her hand with an indifferent expression, waved his hand and said, "If you like it, just take it."
Meng Zhiyue pouted and said, "I don't dare. This is what the Master specially reserved for you, Senior Brother Mo Yan. If I take it, the Master will definitely blame me for being ignorant and punish me for standing still." "
Mo Yan touched his cheek, thought for a moment, took the silver wine bottle in her hand, hung it on his waist, squatted down, touched her head, grinned and said: "In order to prevent you from being punished by master, senior brother reluctantly did it Don’t be too sad after accepting this broken wine flask. Master must have left a lot of good things for you, but you are still young and it is not easy to give them to you."
Meng Zhiyue nodded, put the package on the ground, pursed her lips and said, "Master, he agrees with you, Senior Brother Mo Yan, to go down the mountain. Your clothes and money have been prepared for you, Senior Brother Mo Yan, and you can go down the mountain today."
Mo Yan looked in disbelief and asked, "Little junior sister, please don't lie to senior brother!"
Meng Zhiyue said righteously: "The package is here, how could I lie to you, Senior Brother Mo Yan! Besides... I am not the kind of person who can lie to others."
Mo Yan saw that her face was serious, not like she was joking, and he was smiling. He picked up the package and asked, "Master, do you have anything else to explain, or do you have anything to say to me?"
Meng Zhiyue held her cheek, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized, "This time, Master asked Senior Brother Mo Yan to go down the mountain, not to ask Senior Brother Mo Yan to go sightseeing, but to ask Senior Brother Mo Yan to go to the border to assist the Nine Your Highness the Princess suppresses the demon clan."
Mo Yan looked frustrated, and his desire to go down the mountain disappeared in an instant, "I thought I was going to go sightseeing when going down the mountain this time, but I didn't expect that I was going to the border to deal with the demon clan."
Hearing this, Ling Mu, who was sitting under the willow tree, sighed and said: "I don't know how prosperous the person who hurt me has been in the Monster Clan. It's a pity that with my current body, I will never be the same again." Opportunity for revenge.”
The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and it just reached Mo Yan's ears.
Mo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, cleared his throat, adjusted his posture, and said in a serious tone, "Go back and tell Master that it is my duty to go down the mountain to the border this time."
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Ling Mu also smiled brightly, covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly.
Seeing this, Meng Zhiyue immediately stepped forward, patted Ling Mu on the back, and asked with concern: "Brother Ling Mu, are you okay?"
Ling Mu shook his head and forced out a smile, "It's okay. Junior sister has taken care of me these days."
Meng Zhiyue smiled and shook his head.
Mo Yan looked at Ling Mu's somewhat embarrassed back. He didn't know when he would leave this place and this world forever, and he didn't know how much anger and unwillingness had accumulated in his heart.
Mo Yan's eyes turned red at some point, and his eyes were wet with tears. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and warned: "Brother Lingpao...you must take care of yourself during the days when I come down from the mountain and wait for my return."
Ling Mu turned his back to him and did not turn around. He said in a trembling voice: "I will wait for your triumphant return."
Mo Yan looked around. When he really wanted to go down the mountain, he would inevitably feel a little reluctant to leave. After all, this was the place where he had lived for more than ten years, with the care of his senior brothers and sisters. He took a deep breath and walked down the mountain. He never looked back. , knowing that once you go, you will never come back.
Ling Mu turned around and looked at his leaving back. For some reason, his eyes were red. He tried not to let tears fall. Ling Mu knew better than anyone how dangerous the border was. He knew that his life or death would be uncertain if he left. The dangers on the road are far more dangerous than at home.
Ling Mu only begged him not to walk ahead of her, and she didn't want to hear the news of his death coming from the border. The pain was a hundred times greater than the pain caused by physical poison.
All the joy of dreams came into view, and he stayed by Ling Mu's side silently without saying too much.
Before Mo Yan could walk down the mountain, he sensed the danger approaching. He stopped and stared at the only way down the mountain, frowning.
Suddenly, a flying sword leaped from the foot of the mountain, like an arrow from a string. The sound of the sword accompanied the flying sword. The sound of the sword resounded throughout the world, and the surrounding leaves moved without wind.
In the blink of an eye, the flying sword was close at hand. Mo Yan had no time to dodge, so he pulled out the black and white spider and blocked it in front of him. He was defeated and was knocked away. He was not injured, but his wrist was a little numb from the shock. He looked down at the man who was shaking uncontrollably. Wrist, murmuring to himself: "So strong, before I even get off the mountain, I meet such a strong opponent."
A figure walked slowly from the foot of the mountain and said in a gentle tone, "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, and you have learned a lot about your strength! I'm almost as tall as you, senior brother Mubai, and me."
Mo Yan took a closer look and was overjoyed. His vigilance also dissipated. He put the black and white spider back into the scabbard and trotted forward, "Senior Brother Mubai, long time no see!"
Mubai smiled and waved, "Junior brother, long time no see!"
Mo Yan came closer and asked curiously: "Senior Brother Mubai, why do you have the time to come to Qingyang Mountain today? It's almost impossible to see you in the past."
Mubai carefully looked at his junior brother whom he had not seen for many years, with a look of relief on his face, "Didn't I hear that you are going down the mountain to the border to serve as a hidden official? I am here to congratulate you today."
"Yin Guan?" Mo Yan looked confused, "Why didn't I know?"
Mubai frowned and asked, "Master, he has never mentioned it to you?"
Mo Yan shook his head, "No... maybe you're afraid that if I find out, I won't want to take up the post!"
Mu Bai smiled and patted Mo Yan on the shoulder, smiled slightly and said, "Don't think too much...Master may have forgotten it for a moment."
Mo Yan nodded, seeming to have thought of something, and suddenly realized, "Junior sister must have fallen asleep and forgot to tell me for a moment."
When Mubai heard this, he laughed loudly and said, "It turns out it was the little girl who spread the word! I thought it was the master who was so confused!"
The corners of Mo Yan's lips raised, "Senior Brother Mubai, why didn't Junior Sister Mu Yue come with you? I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss you a little."
Mu Bai knocked Mo Yan's little head and hummed: "She is busy practicing her sword! How can she have time to accompany me on this trip? If you want to see her, just go to Muyang City to find her!"
Mo Yan pursed his lips and said, "Junior sister Mu Yue and I have only met once. Maybe she has forgotten me."
Mubai smiled and said, "You are her junior uncle, how could she not remember you?"
Hearing this, Mo Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and bowed in salute, "I still have to hurry, so I won't disturb Senior Brother Mubai."
Mubai's mouth curved slightly and he said, "We haven't seen each other for many years. Don't you want to learn swordsmanship from your senior brother?"
Before Mo Yan could reply, Mu Bai swung the flying sword at Mo Yan.
Mo Yan did not draw his sword, nor did he make any reaction. Even though the flying sword was less than three inches away from his neck, he remained indifferent.
Mu Bai stopped waving the flying sword in his hand. The flying sword stopped in mid-air, less than an inch away from Mo Yan's neck.
Mu Bai asked in a solemn voice: "Why didn't you draw your sword, and why didn't you hide?"
Mo Yan said meaningfully: "I don't hide because I believe that Senior Brother Mubai's sword will not hurt me. The reason why I don't draw the sword is because I will never use the sword against my family under any circumstances."
Mubai asked: "What if I really want to kill you! Will you still be so calm?"
Mo Yan nodded, smiled slightly and said: "Even if you really want to kill me, Senior Brother Mubai, I will give you my life. After all, all my skills were taught to me by my senior brothers and sisters. How can I kill my relatives out of justice?"
Mubai looked pleased and had mixed feelings. He walked to the side and said, "Remember...when you get down the mountain, you can endure it as long as you can, and don't come against your temper."
Mo Yan nodded and walked down the mountain without saying much.
Mubai looked at his leaving figure and murmured to himself: "If you had just fought with me, maybe the person waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain would not be your opponent, and there would be no need for the senior brothers to fight for you. open circuit."
After Mo Yan's back disappeared, Mubai withdrew his eyes filled with thoughts and walked towards the mountain peak.
Mo Yan came to the foot of the mountain, and before taking a few steps, he stopped and stared at the man who appeared in front of him.
The man stood motionless, his face expressionless, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. There was an aura of death in his eyes, like a ghost without life.
Mo Yan did not act rashly and asked: "What does this mean?"
The man did not answer, but stared at Mo Yan expressionlessly.
It was uncomfortable for Mo Yan to be stared at by cold and sharp eyes, but he didn't take action for a long time, and he didn't know whether the man in front of him was a good guy or an enemy. He didn't dare to draw his sword easily, so he had to take one step at a time. If he drew his sword, Mo Yan would be killed. Yan Hui took out his sword without hesitation and had a duel with him.
Mo Yan tried to take a step, but suddenly, his foot had not yet fallen.
The man had already drawn his sword, and suddenly he was in front of Mo Yan. Before Mo Yan could react, he swung out his sword at such a fast speed that Mo Yan couldn't react at all. He was at a loss and watched helplessly as he slashed. The sword came, but I didn’t know how to deal with it.
On the Qingyang Mountain Peak, deep in the bamboo forest, in the bamboo pavilion, a man in white and a man in green were playing chess. Chang'an stood beside him and watched every move on the chessboard.
The man in white holds a white chess piece in his hand and throws it out. The white chess piece leaps out from between his two fingers.
Mubai felt bad, turned slightly, and hid, looking at the chess pieces going away, and murmured to himself: "Hey! Still can't bear to see my junior brother get hurt? You are so eager to take action."
The white chess pieces hit the sword body firmly. Because the sword body could not withstand the power, it broke into two sections.
Mo Yan seized the opportunity and drew his sword. A roaring sword sound echoed through the sky. When the sword was swung out, a long sword mark appeared on the man's neck.
The man covered his neck with an expressionless face. He fell to the ground and twitched. He kept vomiting blood from his mouth. After a while, he lost the breath of life.
Mo Yan was the first person to kill someone, and it was also the first time he saw blood. He was a little uncomfortable and his hands were shaking slightly. He turned his head away from looking at the corpse. When he saw the bamboo forest on the mountain peak, he bowed and saluted, "Thank you... Senior Brother Qixuan for helping me." "
Qi Xuan's doting voice came from the depths of the bamboo forest, "When you go down the mountain, you will encounter an opponent who is far stronger than you. It is inevitable that you will not know how to face it."
Mo Yan asked: "Senior Brother Qixuan, can you tell me who this person is and why he dares to come to the foot of our Qingyang Mountain."
Qi Xuan replied: "He is a notorious and terrifying puppet. If you meet a puppet who knows him next time, remember... a sword must be fatal. If a sword cannot kill you, be ready to run at any time. Don't be brainless. If you fight him, if you don't run away, you will definitely die."
Mo Yan nodded, "Thank you very much, Senior Brother Qixuan. I will keep this in mind, Senior Brother."
After saying this, Mo Yan didn't stay too long and walked along the road.
Mubai passed by the villa and saw Ling Mu and Meng Zhiyue sitting under the willow tree admiring the lake scenery, and shouted: "Brother Ling Mu, Junior Sister Xiaoyue, long time no see."
Hearing this, the two of them turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time.
Seeing this, Ling Mu immediately stood up, bowed in salute, and forced out a smile: "Senior Brother Mubai, you usually have so many things to do, why do you have time to come to the villa today!"
Meng Zhiyue patted the dust on her butt, ran to Mubai's side, hugged Mubai's thigh tightly, and was very happy, "Senior Brother Mubai, if you don't come back, Xiaoyue will hardly remember you. ”
Mubai had a smile on his face and stroked Meng Zhiyue's head, "I didn't expect that the little one before had turned into a big one after not seeing each other for many years."
Meng Zhiyue chuckled and let go of Mubai's thigh.
Mubai came under the willow tree, leaned against the willow tree, and said slowly: "I finally have time to spare, so naturally I want to come and visit you! Especially you, I am deeply afraid that I will never see you again in one day."
Ling Mu was a little flattered, "Thank you, Senior Brother Mubai, for your concern."
Mubai took out a bottle of white elixir from his sleeve and gave it to Meng Zhiyue on the side, "I heard from Master that the elixir to relieve pain is almost used up, so I came over to give you the elixir."
Ling Mu was about to say something when he was interrupted by Mubai.
"Go back early! There is no need to say more words of thanks. I will go to Zhuju to visit them."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the bamboo pavilion.
Meng Zhiyue was very well-behaved and sensible, and helped Ling Mu walk into the manor.
Mubai came to the depths of the bamboo forest and slowly approached the bamboo pavilion.
Chang'an looked up and took a closer look. He was a little surprised. Because he was a little far away, he couldn't see clearly who was coming. After seeing clearly, he bowed and saluted, "Senior Brother Mu... Mubai!"
Hearing this, Qi Xuan stopped the white piece that was about to fall, turned around and looked at it. He dropped it at random, then stood up immediately and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Mubai!"
Qiu Yanrui didn't get up. When he saw that he had made the wrong move, he immediately grabbed a black stone and raised the corner of his mouth. Just when he was about to make the winning move, the chessboard was accidentally bumped by Chang An and was disrupted.
Qiu Yanrui looked shocked, looked at Chang An who messed up the chessboard, and complained: "Chang'an... I could have won this time. I finally won a game, but you messed up the chessboard."
Chang'an didn't know what happened until he saw the disrupted chessboard. He felt uneasy and hesitated: "I... I was careless. Senior brother, do you believe it?"
Qi Xuan covered his mouth and snickered, speechless.
Qiu Yanrui took a deep breath, waved his hands, and sighed: "That's all, taking advantage of others' danger is unworthy of being a gentleman."
Mubai laughed loudly and said, "Senior Brother, it is not shameful to lose to Junior Brother Qi Xuan, so don't take it to heart."
Qiu Yanrui was not angry, but smiled and said: "Junior brother Mubai, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still like to make fun of my senior brother. You might as well come over and compete with my senior brother. If I lose, my senior brother's position will be given to you. If You lost, hehe..."
Before Qiu Yanrui could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
Mubai waved his hand, "I have never played chess. How can I be your opponent, senior brother? If senior brother loses, there is no need to take it out on me! Besides... I don't dare to compliment senior brother's position."
Qiu Yanrui said with a helpless look: "Okay, I won't make trouble with you anymore. We haven't seen you for a long time. Let's come over for tea and a heart-to-heart talk!"
Hearing this, Mubai stepped forward, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing this, Qixuan also sat down and moved the chessboard aside.
Chang'an stood there and did not sit down.
Mubai saw this and signaled: "Junior brother Chang'an, why don't you sit down and drink tea? Don't you have anything to talk to me after we haven't seen each other for such a long time?"
Hearing this, Changan hesitated.
Mubai looked at Qiu Yanrui who was enjoying tea at the side and asked, "Why...senior brother bullied little Chang'an again?"
Hearing this, Qiu Yanrui spit out the tea he just drank in his mouth, and hummed: "If I hadn't stopped him this morning, Junior Brother Mo Yan would have been in bed for another half a month today."
Hearing this, Mubai smiled and said: "Junior brother Chang'an, we all know that you are doing this for the good of junior brother Mo Yan, but you are his senior brother after all, so can't you just let him have some time? Even if he is a little naughty, let him lie down for a few minutes. God is fine. Lying down for half a month is too much. It not only wastes his time practicing swordsmanship, but also wears down his sharpness. If the blade of a sword is ground flat, how can the sword be used to kill enemies in battle? "
Changan lowered his head and remained silent.
Qiu Yanrui waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's sit down and drink tea together. It makes me feel like I'm treating you badly."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Chang'an's face, he sat down slowly, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.
When the three of them saw this, they also smiled fondly.
The four people were talking and laughing in the bamboo pavilion, and the conversation was very happy. The bamboo forest was filled with laughter between them.
