Outside the gate of the Mo family, the lion head on both sides, the stone has a history of thousands of years, the legend is that a woman personally held a sword, the sword and sword into the stone carved three points, the ancestor of Moyun thought that this was the supreme glory of his life, so it was placed outside the door.

In front of the door, the Mo family gathered in front of them to wait for the return of the Mo family's master, Mo Feng, the women dressed up to attend, and the men stood in brocade clothes on their waists.

A horse-drawn carriage entered the city and came slowly.

"It's coming, it's coming." I don't know who shouted.

The old lady eagerly probed, the sound of the horse's hooves getting closer and closer, and the strong horse's legs were strong in the street.

The carriage stopped, and a pair of big hands and curtains strode out.

"Feng'er, it's good to come back, it's good to come back." The old lady said excitedly with tears in her eyes.

"Mother." Mo Feng's vigorous hands clenched the old lady's loose palms.

The second wife and the third wife shouted softly at the same time, "Old man." ”

A family of people outside the door greeted the cold and warm, chatted a few words, and then entered the lobby.

Everyone gathered together to eat a feasty lunch, singing and dancing together, so lively, in stark contrast to the three people in the dark.

"Girl, Aunt Lan has a high fever." Xiao Liu touched Aunt Lan's hot body and shouted in panic.

This Mo family is also doing enough, not giving food, not drinking, and not rescuing people who are injured, is this planning to let them fend for themselves?

Mo Li's jade hands stroked Aunt Lan's head again, and the heat gradually dissipated some residual warmth.

Hey? Xiao Liu was a little surprised, touched Aunt Lan's head, and then touched his own head. "Girl, I may be mistaken, Aunt Lan didn't burn, like me, it is estimated that it was just hot, and it is too breathable here."

Mo Li suddenly felt a little sluggish, and it was a good thing to be stupid, at least she didn't have to work so hard.

The night was late again, and looking at the sleeping two, Mo Li stepped out and walked out.

She was familiar with the terrain, because the place had been set up for her back then, and every place was designed to her liking.

Thinking of the man, she couldn't help but laugh again.

A pair of small hands grabbed her who was leaving, and when Mo Li turned around, he saw a little boy stubborn and shy.

The reason why the boy blushed was because he was holding a woman, the woman was very beautiful, and she looked fairy under the light of the bright moon, and he grabbed the person recklessly and was afraid to let go, so the woman left.

"What are you holding me for?" The woman asked indifferently.

"I... I can't let you go. He blushed and said anxiously, looking embarrassed.

"Why?"

"You're going to teach me martial arts, I... I will worship you as a teacher. He suddenly retreated with a blush, looked at the woman with firm eyes, and said with a puff of air.

"Why? But what I'm more curious about is why you're looking for me? The woman chuckled. Is it possible to just pull a person on the street and shout to apprentice?

"I saw someone call you Miss Mo, I heard that Miss Mo's martial arts are world-famous and her wisdom is outstanding, so I decided that the woman in white who was in the tea shed, listening to the storyteller's voice and color about how the girl fought the three monsters but had no different colors, must have her own guts, so I strengthened this idea, and now I am sure that I have found the right person, you must be the girl in ink." He smiled, his eyebrows curled, so embarrassed.

"Then let me ask you again, and give me a reason, why do I have to take you as a disciple?"

He suddenly took a step back, grabbed the woman's hand but never let go, raised his head and said in a grand manner, "I want to practice my skills, save the people from fire and water, calm the world's troubles and traitors, and return the world to a peaceful and prosperous world!" ”

In the moonlight, the woman looked at the boy with firm eyebrows, and she seemed to see a brave man carrying a knife and driving a horse, breaking into a battlefield like a sea of blood.

Mo Li raised his head and looked at the moon that seemed to float on the cloud shadow, as if the moonlight was so bright and moving that day, but it was a pity that the person was no longer there as he grew old with the annual rings.

"Squeak".

The door opened, and she had every ingenious design in the room under her control.

She looked up, and the handsome and dashing bloody man on the painting was like her eyes.

"What's your name?"

"I... Ask the girl for a name! He strode forward and knelt respectfully.

"You follow my surname Mo, how about calling Mo Yun?"

"Yes, master!" He grinned, his face full of spring.

Mo Yun, Mo Yun, you were afraid that your good intentions thousands of years ago will be forgotten by the descendants of the Mo family, this generation of the Mo family is not as good as the generation, and this generation is afraid that it will be extinct.

The woman sighed with a sad sigh again, and walked into the hall step by step, turning around and dancing in white clothes, sitting on the highest and majestic chair in the lobby.

"What should come is still coming." She whispered indifferently.

Mo Feng and the old woman chatted a few words and looked a little tired, and the old woman persuaded Mo Feng to go back to rest and fall asleep in the bedroom.

He walked slowly in the corridor of the Mo family, every place had to go deep into his mind for a while, into the memory, and unconsciously walked to his father's bedroom, exactly the same has not changed, but it seems to lack a little vitality, maybe because no one has lived in it for many years, and in the dead of night, it is a little bit lonely.

"Son, this Mo family will be handed over to you, you have to carry forward the spirit of the Mo family, and once again glorify my Mo family."

As he spoke, the hand that grasped the ink wind loosened, and the next moment there was a cry of mourning in the room.

He remembered it for a while, and as the happy time passed, he gradually relaxed and forgot the promise he had made.

Forgetting that time waits for no one, forgetting that people will grow old, and forgetting that people will also be born, old, sick and die, and he is not ready for anything.

Mo Feng walked to the Mo Gate, and was surprised to see that the lights in the house were bright, there was someone inside, he rushed away, pushed open the door and there was a white dress in front of him, he looked at the woman and said, "Who are you?" ”

Mo Li chuckled, this Mo family is indistinguishable.