Mo Yi's face was a little distorted in pain, he knew how cruel it was for him to tell his little sister this fact, but he couldn't hide it from her, after all, she had already returned to Lusong Mountain, even if he didn't say it, she would find out immediately. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Master, he's gone."

Mo Cang shook off his hand and said with a sullen face: "Senior brother, what are you talking about!" ”

"I know that you have followed Uncle Xiwei since you were a child and are close to him, but you can't say that about my master! He's in good health! ”

"Little junior sister, don't be willful, I didn't lie to you, the master has been gone for half a year. He left in winter, and after Chinese New Year's Eve he ate dumplings, and he sat in the hall all night, and the next day he went to the hall to clean......"

Mo Cang staggered back, and tears flowed down his face.

She shook her head and kept repeating, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" ”

Mo Yi didn't know how to comfort her, she stood on the edge of the cliff and watched the slender figure running towards the sect, she fell down in a few steps, she got up again, and still ran forward tirelessly......

Mo Cang's heart seemed to be split in half. Half of it was on the knife mountain, ten thousand people drilled into her heart, and the blood flowed like she was in pain, but she couldn't shout; The other half is in the deep sea, buried in the mud and sand, almost suffocating.

She almost ran a short distance and fell down uncontrollably, and when she arrived at the gate of the sect, her black robe had been stained dark with blood, and under the clothes, her knees were hot and painful, and the feeling of being **** by sticky blood was very pleasant and disgusting.

Mo Cang knelt at the door of the sect, but he didn't dare to move forward again.

She didn't dare to imagine what she would do if what Senior Brother Yi said was true.

When she first arrived at Ningshan Academy, she was unfamiliar with her life, and she was lonely and helpless, and that time always reminded her of her childhood.

She walked down the street with the master who came down the mountain, and when she saw that the other children were all held by their parents, she was inevitably envious, so she pulled the skirt of the master's clothes and asked where her parents were.

At that time, she didn't understand that for Master, the damage was far greater than that she suffered. Master didn't say anything, but after that, Master, who had never been close to others, hugged her every time he went out on the street.

The Mo family sect has never accepted a girl, and I heard the older brother say that the master hugged her when she was still in her infancy, and accepted her as a disciple despite the opposition of the uncles in the sect, and firmly blessed her.

She still remembers the dumpling filling that Master taught her, to put a little oil, and to cut the green onion finely, and if you are impatient, you can't cook a delicious meal.

Everyone on Lusong Mountain looked up to her because of her cooking skills, but no one knew that the master who lived in seclusion was a master.

The big straight ginkgo tree in Master's courtyard is already summer, and the little fan should be as dense as a cloud, and when it comes to autumn, if she doesn't sweep it in time, Master will definitely punish herself again for being lazy.

Mo Cang thought about it one by one, and the tears became more and more fierce.

If it weren't for Master, how would she have grown up safely and smoothly? If there was no Master, how could she alone fulfill his old man's expectations for herself, with a heart for the sea and the world in her heart?

Master regarded her as a delicate girl, but she was never overly arrogant, making her not know what to do. She lives with her brothers and sisters on Mount Lusong, working together, hoping to be recognized by her master.

Therefore, she worked hard in Ningshan Academy just to live up to her master's expectations of her, but now that she is back, the master is gone?

Oh, that's ridiculous. Senior Brother Yi must be lying to himself.

Mo Cang's hands trembled uncontrollably, he couldn't even stand up when he knelt at the door, his face was full of tears but he didn't know how to wipe it. She didn't have the courage to step through the doors of the hall.

The small courtyard inside is still neat and clean, and the clear moonlight shines through the dense leaves of the big ginkgo, casting sparse shadows on the bluestone slabs.

It's just that in the window, there is no more warm candlelight jumping.

This made her unable to convince herself that the master was inside, as if as soon as she pushed the door, he would smile kindly and say that Cang'er was back.

Mo Yi stood silently behind her for a long time, and finally stepped forward and helped the person up.

"Little junior sister, go in and see Master."

She cried for too long, and she couldn't even say a complete sentence intermittently, but she still choked up and said, "Senior brother is lying" and pushed him away.

Mo Yi couldn't, so he had to accompany her and knelt in this sect all night.

The night was deep and dewy, and even though it was summer, it was still very cold when it got dark.

Mo Yi is a perennial martial arts practitioner, and sometimes he even has to stay in the ice spring for a night, so naturally he doesn't feel anything, but Mo Cang beside him was already injured, and his body bones were delicate.

Mo Yi looked at the junior sister who was still full of tears, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

He knew that the relationship between the little sister and the master was extraordinary, she was brought up by the master, and compared to the teacher's kindness, he was afraid that it was more of a hard-working "father" word.

But the master's death was strange, and he only had doubts in his heart, and he couldn't tell her his speculation as a fact until the truth of the matter was clear.

What's more, now that I just learned that the master was gone, the little junior sister's reaction was already so heartbroken, if I knew that the master died unexpectedly and there were other grievances, I was afraid that this Lu Songshan would be completely unpeaceful.

He is her senior brother, and he is Mo Yi, a disciple of the sect.

Mo Cang was placed in the Huatuo Pavilion of the Third Master. The attic is elegant, standing on the back hill far away from the sect.

Mo Yi also had her own considerations for carrying her here. Now that the master master and his faction are already scattered, there are few people left, and he can't bring his junior sister back to the second sect, and the rumors on that end are afraid that she will be even more sad when she hears it.

Before the little junior sister can recognize the reality and come out of the pain that the master is gone, he will definitely try his best to shut everyone's mouths.

The Mo Nan ghost of Huatuo Pavilion is a dashing and uninhibited old man, and he looks like a fairy wind and bones, of course, this is only for people outside the sect.

Everyone in the Mo family sect knows that they would rather offend the second master than go to Huatuo Pavilion without incident.

Because, if you offend the second master, at most you will be severely punished by the rules of the sect, although it hurts, but it will not be in danger of your life, if you walk around from the outside of Huatuo Pavilion and accidentally meet the master of the southern ghost, then wait to be caught as a guinea pig.

Relying on the good water and soil of Lusong Mountain, outside his Huatuo Pavilion, there are all kinds of strange grasses, not only herbs, but also poisonous weeds. (To be continued.) )