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The three masters were all angry like this, Mo Cang naturally said that he would not stay any longer, and then he pulled Mo Yi's sleeve and ran away with a gray look.

As soon as she left the gate of Huatuo Pavilion, she burst into laughter, and even the birds on the branches were startled.

Although Mo Yi was puzzled about how she woke up from her illness and completely changed as a person, she was slightly relieved to see that she was the same as before.

The master was gone, and Mo Qing and Mo Che didn't know where they were going, and Mo Yi naturally used all the methods she could think of to prevent Mo Cang from returning to her sect.

"Senior brother is going to Beijing in a few days, there are delicious and fun things over there, do you want to go with me?"

Mo Yi is also a child who grew up on Lusong Mountain, his mind is very pure, there are not so many curves in his stomach at all, and he is not wronged even if he is a little stupid.

He usually wouldn't say a word about things that had nothing to do with the affairs of the sect, but now he took such a pleasant remark to coax the child.

Mo Cang went down the mountain to experience three years of training, and the time in Shangyu not only made her familiar with the scriptures, but also made her mature a lot. Seeing Mo Yi like this now, how can there be any reason not to doubt it in his heart?

The more he prevented her from going back, the more she felt that she should go back.

But looking at Senior Brother Yi's posture, he will never let her go, just feed him a reassuring pill first.

"Well, I want to go, but senior brother, the second master probably won't agree......"

Mo Yi's eyes were slowly filled with brilliance, and it was really a good thing to be able to temporarily take the little junior sister away from this place that made her sad and full of rumors.

"Don't worry about the second master," Mo Yi blurted out, and then realized that he was a little out of shape, so he explained: "Second master, I'll talk to him well, you can rest assured." It just so happens that you haven't packed up the baggage you have come back from Ningshan, so you will take your luggage directly, and we will go to Beijing tomorrow. ”

In such a hurry...... Mo Cang slowly lowered his head.

She thought about it in her heart, Mo Yi naturally saw that she was not in a high mood, and the two brothers and sisters had a lot of deliberations, so she forced Mo Yi to make concessions and promised to let her go back to the sect for a day to keep filial piety to the master, which could be regarded as saying goodbye to the master.

Mo Cang stood outside the courtyard, pushed the door open with tears in his eyes, and entered.

Master's room had accumulated a thick layer of dust, but the furnishings there had not changed at all, the desk was still on the east side, and the strange herbs that Master Nangui had picked up in the early years were still hanging on the top.

Although no one has set foot in it for a long time, it still has a faint breath of the deceased that makes people feel calm.

In the gray room, a pot of bluegrass on the windowsill was the only vivid bright color. Obviously no one takes care of it, but the slender leaves are green and oily, trying their best to show its fullness.

"Hey, how did this door open? It's not haunted, is it? ”

"What nonsense! It was the little junior brother sent by the senior brother to clean up inside, and I saw him enter, but this little junior brother has a long face, and I seem to have never seen it in the sect. ”

"Alas, the people in the sect, how can anyone dare to come here now. It's too strange to say that the master died, isn't this retribution? I heard that before we went up the mountain, there was a female apprentice here, or ......"

The two people outside the door obviously lowered their voices, Mo Cang didn't hear a word, and finally only heard the two of them sigh together, sighed "It's really a hindrance", and walked away.

When she was in Hua Tuo Pavilion, she woke up early, but she felt sleepy, so she never opened her eyes.

The words of the third master and Senior Brother Yi, Mo Cang heard them all, and she was not stupid, but now that she heard such discussions, she had some scheming in her heart.

Master's death was unusual.

When Mo Yi came to the sect hall, it was already slightly dark.

He stood in the doorway, his steps heavy, and he didn't take a step in it.

Mo Cang was still wearing the black clothes, but the thick black hair was replaced by strips of white cloth and tied up.

The cold moonlight sprinkled in, and her kneeling body was half hidden in the darkness, and half was visible in the clear light, like a silent riverside in the dark night, with clear water without waves, and silver like practice.

Somehow, it is reminiscent of the reeds that sway silently in the wind on the shore in autumn.

Lonely and sincere.

Just by his instincts, Mo Yi knew that something seemed to have changed.

Mo Cang knelt on the ground, looked at the shadow that appeared in front of him, raised his head and gave Mo Yi a very reluctant smile: "Senior brother, you are here." ”

Looking at her smile that was trying so hard to please herself, Mo Yi's heart ached.

He touched Mo Cang's head, slowly knelt beside her, and told her very gently: "Cang'er, I am your Senior Brother Yi, and this will not change at any time." ”

"The master is gone, the senior brother will take good care of you, so that you will not be wronged as when the master was there before, and you don't have to make it difficult for yourself to please anyone. This scale, there is a senior brother pinching it for you. ”

"Senior brother can't guarantee that you will poke the big basket and keep it for you, but at least you can continue to do the same as before on Lusong Mountain without worry, cooking and sweeping the yard, and going down the mountain with Moyuan and them, don't you like the sugar gourd in Qingyang Town the most? You can ...... then."

Mo Yi said with great interest, Mo Cang couldn't bear to interrupt him, so he listened with a smile.

There's no going back, there's nothing going back. Even if the master is still there, three years of experience and growth are enough for her to see many things that seemed hazy before, and she is no longer the carefree little girl who can smile and forget all her troubles when she gets a string of sugar gourds.

What's more, now that the master is gone? She must find out the truth about Master's death, find Senior Brother Qing and Senior Brother Che, she can't just be stopped by lies and intrigues like this.

In this way, the master will not feel at ease when she leaves, and she will always face the condemnation in her heart when she lives.

Mo Cang, you're no longer that toddler girl, you're strong enough, so, it's time to let go.

She smiled, her eyes still a little dim, but she still had some of the same look as before.

Mo Yi could see that she was happy, so she was even happier, and continued to talk about his plan, as if he wanted to make up for all the favors that he had not given her before. (To be continued.) )