The battle in front of the Spirit Technology Pavilion spread quickly, and the news of Duan Mo's defeat of Mao Yu shocked the disciples of the Yuanmen fiercely, Mao Yu and Duan Mo were a generation apart, even so, Duan Mo still defeated Mao Yu, and tied Mao Yu and the three Shi brothers to the pillar, making them a joke.

Among the disciples of Yuanmen, Duan Mo's reputation is getting louder and louder, no less than Mei Xin, Wei Ning, etc.

Time passed day by day, the turmoil caused by Duan Mo gradually stopped, Mao Yu did not seek revenge immediately, but retreated, devoted himself to cultivation, and waited for Duan Mo to find shame after leaving the customs, and many disciples of the Yuan Sect also began to start cultivating quickly, the sect competition is about to be held, this is a matter related to the honor of the sect, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Duan Mo was not interested in that sect competition, he honed his spiritual skills in the bamboo forest during the day, and slept peacefully at night, with a normal schedule and rest time, the two beast barbarian brothers hurried to cultivate, and also wanted to go to that sect competition to get involved, Lin Lin was as deep as ever, and even Duan Mo rarely saw her.

One day, Duan Mo was lying on the big bluestone in the bamboo forest and closed his eyes to take a nap, there was a sound of footsteps, Duan Mo opened his eyes and looked over, and what caught his eye was an old beggar in rags, Duan Mo's body moved, he chose a comfortable movement and continued to lie down, and said slowly: "Old beggar, if you go out for a walk in two days, you will be bored to death if you always stay here." ”

The old beggar said lightly: "It's up to you, but before that, you seem to have to see someone." ”

"Who?"

Duan Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the old beggar, and the next moment, he looked at the smiling purple-clothed girl who came out behind the old beggar and was stunned.

"Lin Xuehan? Why are you here? ”

Duan Mo blinked, and after making sure that he was right, he suddenly got up, his face full of surprise, shouldn't this little girl stay in the north at the moment.

Dressed in purple, the delicate and lovely Lin Xuehan stretched her waist and said with a smile: "My sister is in charge of the family's affairs, I met an elder of the Yuanmen in the north who has a relationship with the family, I thought about it, and asked him to bring me to the Yuanmen." ”

Lin Xuehan paused, wrinkled her upturned little nose, and snorted: "If I knew that you guy was also here, I wouldn't have come to Yuanmen." ”

Duan Mo's gaze swept over Lin Xuehan's delicate body, causing the latter's pretty face to blush slightly, and his beautiful eyes glared at him, Duan Mo unexpectedly found that Lin Xuehan actually had a heavy cultivation in the Spirit Core Realm, it seems that during this time, the little girl was also serious, or desperately cultivating, so that she could make such great progress.

"So you're a disciple of the Yuanmen at this moment, right?"

Duan Mo shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"What? I just want you Duan Mo to come, but I can't come? ”

Lin Xuehan put his hands behind his back, jumped up, and came to Duan Mo with brisk steps, leaned forward slightly, his eyes swept over Duan Mo's face, and said, "I wear a mask all day long, and the face dummy is even more fake." ”

Duan Mo subconsciously touched the silkworm mask on his face, shook his head helplessly, and immediately said seriously: "My current identity is Sword Peak Li Mo, don't make trouble for me." ”

"Oh? Doesn't it look like I'm going to ask for a little hush money? ”

Lin Xuehan blinked her beautiful eyes slyly, looked at Duan Mo with a wicked smile, stretched out her flawless jade hand, and said, "Take five million, with your identity, five million is the same as playing." ”

"You're going to rob it?"

Duan Mo laughed angrily, flicked his finger on Lin Xuehan's forehead, and said, "While staying, I'm still in a hurry to cultivate." ”

"Duan Mo! You ruined son still cares about this money? ”

Lin Xue Hanyu covered her red forehead with her hand, her face was full of resentment, and she wanted to pounce over and bite him, Duan Mo didn't pay attention to her anymore, jumped off the bluestone, twisted her body, and the bones of her whole body crackled, and then she walked straight to the lake in front of her, the black light flickered, and in an instant, she disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.

Lin Xuehan found a clean grass to sit down, leaning against the tree, her big eyes rolling, she didn't know what she was thinking, she had a red thread around her neck, and a round jewel was tied to it, which was submerged in the white and tender softness under the snow-white neck, which was the face protection bead in the auction house of the imperial capital.

The old beggar lay in the shade of a distant tree, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, Duan Mo contacted Deacon Fang and told him that he was going to go out for a second swing, he explained a few words to the two beast barbarian brothers and Lin Xuehan, and then came to Lin Lin's house and knocked on Lin Lin's door.

It was only after the good thing was done that Lin Lin's response sounded.

"Lin Lin, I'm going out for a few days, if you have something, you can find the Heavenly Wolf and Heavenly Tiger at any time, I've already told them."

The door of the house did not open, Duan Mo shouted through the door, Lin Lin in the house was silent for a moment, and then a response voice came out: "Okay, Brother Li, pay attention to your own safety." ”

Duan Mo nodded, and then turned to leave, the girl in the room fell to her knees on the ground, her hands propped on the ground, her weak arm was covered with blood, and there was a bulge swimming back and forth in her arm, and it was faintly visible that there seemed to be claws piercing the flesh and bones.

Duan Mo walked out of the gate of fate, walking aimlessly, he didn't have any place to go, he wandered around unconsciously, giving gold coins, helping the poor, every time he did one more good deed, Duan Mo would be ruthless when making a choice in the future, time was like flowing water, day by day.

Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, Duan Mo has never read thousands of books, but he has definitely walked more than ten thousand miles, he looks at the various states of the world, and his mood is gradually sublimated

In a small inn, Duan Mo sat by the window, looking at the storyteller on the platform in the center of the inn, who was not talking about some bizarre demons and monsters, nor the romantic past of the eldest son, but a bleak love story.

"He lit the lamp at night and read the Four Books and the Five Classics several times."

"It's her childhood sweetheart, and the second little one has no guesses to stay aside."

The storyteller knocked on the board, first chanted a few words, and then said slowly: "There was a pair of childhood sweethearts in Zhulou Village, the boy wanted to get famous, and he studied hard for ten years, vowing to go to the Golden Palace and get ahead, and the girl accompanied him until the day he entered Beijing to catch the exam." “

There weren't many people in the inn, but most of them were attracted by the storyteller and listened attentively.

"The girl sent the boy to the ferry, she said that she was waiting for him, and he said that when I was named on the gold list, I would live up to your tenderness."

"The boy is eighteen years away, eighteen years of waiting, the girl stands at the ferry every day and waits for her lover to return, there is no one who thinks about it day and night, only the lonely sail that comes and goes takes away all her joys and sorrows."

The storyteller took a sip of tea, knocked on the board and continued: "Spring comes and falls, winter and snow are another year, she waited until people were thinner than yellow flowers, and looked at the table where Lang Jun had sat for more than ten years at night, thinking that he would wait for the ink to be studied, and he would wait for a year and another year when he returned to his hometown. ”

The surrounding listeners asked loudly, "What about that boy?" Could it be that he died on the way to Beijing? ”

The storyteller patted the table gently, and a child next to him walked down with an iron plate, and constantly threw in a few gold coins to listen to the lecture, and listened attentively to what the storyteller said, the child walked around and came to Duan Mo, Duan Mo smiled slightly, flipped his palm, took out a handful of gold coins and put them in the iron plate, and the crisp voice made the child's eyes widen, and he bowed down to thank him.

The storyteller moistened his throat, and continued: "Eighteen years, she stood at the small ferry, eighteen years of gentleness, he slept in the Mingyue Building, people's hearts are unpredictable, the boy did get famous, but he couldn't bear the temptation, enjoyed the glory and wealth in the capital, married another woman, sang every night, and was extremely gentle. ”

"The spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blows the summer moon, she waits until the snow is full of brows, on the embankment next to the ferry, the girl walks through the willow trees, the small ferry at sunset, the scenery is still as gentle as in the old days, but the river is gone, never looking back, like the person who is far away, never to return."

Xingmu patted it, and the storyteller said quietly, closed the fan in his hand and told the other stories from the beginning, and several women in the audience wiped the corners of their eyes with their sleeves and stained their sleeves.

Duan Mo didn't hear the storyteller's next story again, but raised his eyes to look out the window, and after a while, he exhaled softly, collected the emotions in his heart, got up and paid for the wine, hesitated, and walked to the storyteller.

The storyteller hugged his fist at Duan Mo and said with a smile: "Thank you for the reward." ”

Duan Mo pondered for a moment, and then said: "My request may be a bit presumptuous, but when you talk about this story in the future, can you add a few sentences at the end, so that the story is a little less bleak, it doesn't need to be consummated, just to let that girl have hope." ”

The storyteller was stunned, Duan Mo turned over again and took out a handful of gold coins and put them on the iron plate, and walked out without waiting for him to answer, leaving the storyteller a little stunned.

Duan Mo walked straight out of the inn, and the little man involuntarily appeared in his mind, the corners of his mouth pulled out a bitter arc, and he said to himself: "Xuanhan, I miss you." ”

The dark blue coffin permanently suppressed the girl, and in that dark hall, there was never a day to turn over.

"I will definitely save you, what does the blood and rain in the world have to do with me, let me bear the charges, let me pay the sins, even if I am sorry for the world, I don't want to be sorry for you."

Duan Mo took a deep breath, his eyes were full of determination, and he walked forward step by step, his steps firm.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and soon the day passes.

Duan Mo didn't know that he had already arrived there, he looked for a passer-by to inquire, only to know that this was the eastern Yanjun County, which was already a little far away from the Yuanmen, he thought about it for a while and was ready to leave.

"By the way, that person said, this is Canglong City in Yanjun County...... Zhulou Village? ”

Duan Mo was suddenly stunned, muttered in a low voice, and immediately looked at a small village in the plain ahead, didn't the story in the storyteller's mouth originate from Zhulou Village?