When Mu Yan returned to Mu Mansion from outside, he saw Mu Yunmo practicing alone in the courtyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She closed her eyes slightly, spinning like a hurricane, and the golden leaves of late autumn slashed by her blade fell in an instant in the direction of her rotation. A light breeze blows, raising the fragments of fallen leaves again.

If others saw this scene, they would definitely think it was extremely beautiful, but Mu Yan knew that it must be when she was extremely sad in her heart.

Mu Yan didn't step forward to interrupt or leave, but stood under a ginkgo tree and watched her quietly.

I don't know how long it took for Mu Yunmo to stop, gasping for breath, and then a piece of brocade was handed to her.

Mu Yunmo didn't look back and knew that this was Mu Yan, she took the handkerchief and slowly wiped the sweat beads from her forehead.

Mu Yan still looked at her quietly, and did not ask her the reason for her unhappiness, this is a tacit understanding formed between the two people at some point: if she doesn't say, he won't ask.

"Mu Yan." Mu Yunmo called him suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Take me for a walk where you grew up?"

"Seven neighborhoods... Why do you want to go there all of a sudden? Mu Yan was very puzzled by Mu Yunmo's sudden request.

"Take me, okay."

Mu Yan has never rejected Mu Yunmo, and this time it is naturally the same.

The architectural style of Qisha City is dark and dangerous, and the polarization is extremely obvious. The upper class lived in the city built on the granite mountains, and the poor lived in the heart of the mountain, with the seven-family block built underground, and of course, in addition to the poor, it was also a gathering place for all kinds of witches, gamblers, drunkards, and outlaws.

Not long after, Mu Yunmo and Mu Yan stood at the corner of the street, which was the boundary between the above-ground world and the underground world of Qisha City, standing here, they could already feel the noisy and chaotic feeling of the underground world.

"Let's go." Mu Yunmo looked at the entrance of the block in front of him and said to Mu Yan.

The ground of the Seven Neighborhoods is always slippery and greasy, the streets are twisted and complicated, and there are various taverns and casinos in addition to the humble residential houses, and of course, many of the storefronts are just a façade, and inside are actually the halls of some organizations, including Xunfeng Hall, where Mu Yan once worked.

Despite its poverty and darkness, the Seven Mouths District has become a haven for many foreign merchants and seekers because it offers many things that cannot be done anywhere else, such as buying and selling smuggled goods or keeping information secret.

Mu Yunmo and Mu Yan walked slowly in a small alley, looking at this unique scene of the underground world: people dressed not gorgeously dressed shuttled through various taverns with the smell of wine all over their bodies, and wizards wearing cloaks who could not see their faces stood on the side of the street with crystal balls in their hands, waiting for the arrival of the soothsayers, and the down-and-out gamblers who had poured everything out of the gambling halls but had nothing to return to.

A mature boy with a look beyond his actual age attracted Mu Yunmo's attention, the boy seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to do something, sure enough, after a while, the boy lowered his gray hood with holes, and passed by a drunk who looked not light, and then turned into a side alley, with a not light money bag in his hand, the boy leaned against the wet wall, and checked the money bag in his hand, which made a jingle of coins colliding, and then the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile.

There are too many such children in the seven-family neighborhood, most of them are orphans, living here every day without a future, living by stealing, Mu Yan was one of them, so he was too familiar with all the movements and demeanor of this boy.

Mu Yunmo and Mu Yan looked at each other and smiled, and continued to walk forward.

"It seems that this kid will be a master in the future!" Mu Yunmo smiled.

"I was so much better than him when I was his age." Mu Yan rarely laughed.

"Oh? Ah Yan's life here should be very free and happy! ”

"Freedom, but no joy. It was a day when I didn't know where the future was, a nightmare without direction and goals, a life repeated every day, and I didn't have to think about it to know what I would be like in a month, a year, or even ten years. Mu Yan's hoarse voice revealed a faint loneliness.

Mu Yunmo rarely talked to Mu Yan about things before he served his father, and after listening to Mu Yan's words, he suddenly felt that he had never tried to get to know Mu Yan well.

After Mu Yan's words, the two of them suddenly fell silent, and it was not until they reached the end of this street that Mu Yunmo stopped, turned around and raised his head to look at Mu Yan: "Ah Yan should yearn for a quiet and simple life now, but now I want you to accompany me into this danger and conspiracy one after another, and even the freedom you once had was sacrificed..."

"I used to yearn for stability and freedom, yes, it was just a luxury when I was a child, and now this kind of life is what I am used to, and I have chosen it myself. Besides..."Mu Yan's eyes that had always been full of frost showed a rare warmth at this moment, "Stability and freedom are no longer the most important things to me. ”

Mu Yunmo naturally knew the deep meaning in Mu Yan's eyes, and she interrupted the topic: "Let's go over there and have a look." "Running away, I walked to another street.

Mu Yan seemed to have known that it would be like this, so he smiled helplessly and followed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be good, and say that Xuan Shao led his troops to Xiaofeng Pass, but he didn't know that his camp had been burned to the ground by our General Mu Yunmo......

When passing by a tavern, Mu Yunmo heard Xuan Shao and his own names at the door, his body couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, and his steps slowed down. It turned out to be a storyteller, telling the story of his first battle with Xuan Shao.

"Hey, I'm talking about the story, you can talk about this paragraph yesterday, can't you tell me it again when I spend this tea money, I heard that what is the name of the closed disciple of Xuan Shao and Yichen...... Oh, Daixue! The two of them have a marriage contract? ”

"Really? Hurry up, storyteller, tell me about this new thing......"

Listening to the words of the guests reached Mu Yunmo's ears, she immediately walked forward, but begged the storyteller not to fill her ears with the jokes after that. Infinite melancholy and bitterness flashed in his eyes, and his steps were heavy and slow.

At this time, a tall and fat drunkard rushed out of nowhere, still holding a bottle of wine in his hand, staggering through the street, still shouting indiscriminately in his mouth, and when he passed Mu Yunmo, he stumbled and fell to the ground, and Mu Yunmo was pushed and fell to the ground.

The drunkard struggled to get up, squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Yunmo, "Yo, little girl... Long... It's good-looking..."Saying that, he was about to touch Mu Yunmo's face with his greasy hand, "Come and accompany Uncle... Uncle won't treat you badly...... Yes!!! ”

Before he touched Mu Yunmo, Mu Yan, who was walking behind before, rushed up and grabbed his arm fiercely, "You are looking for death!" Then he took out his dagger and put it against his neck, and the next moment the drunkard fell silently, and the blood from his neck mixed into the puddle of the stone road.

Mu Yan turned around and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?" ”

However, Mu Yunmo didn't know what was going on, her eyes were still empty, she shook her head woodenly, and her right knee was on the stone road, and blood was dripping down her calf.

At this moment, Mu Yan no longer hesitated for half a minute, bent over and picked up Mu Yunmo horizontally, and walked back.

"Xuan Shao, this time I won't back down."