The hatred of killing his mother and father is not shared, and since then, Xu Shu has undoubtedly put the hatred of the country and the family on Cao Apu. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He wanted to take Cao Zhuo's life many times, but Cao Cao was scheming and suspicious by nature, and his own martial arts were not weak, he had reached the middle stage of Wuhou, and he had assassinated Dong Zhuo, how could he not suspect Xu Shu's scheming intentions. Therefore, wearing heavy armor, coupled with the masters around him, the mansion is heavily defended, and it is not leaky, Xu Shu is difficult to even get close, let alone assassinate.

The enemy is by his side, but he can't hate with his hand, and he is happy to enmity and hatred, just like the end of the world, in vain as a martial arts master, and a giant of the Mo family who acts with chivalry! Xu Shu, who had no love in life and planted the seeds of hope for revenge in his heart, became a walking corpse who lived in a simple place, taking his disciples to read and practice every day to find an opportunity to take revenge.

The six disciples also strongly persuaded Xu Shu to return to the emperor's uncle and raise troops to attack Cao, he often thought about it day and night, dreamed of his soul, and dreamed of returning to Jingzhou several times. But how can he, who wants to save face, be embarrassed to return empty-handed? Therefore, he endured the humiliation and burden, temporarily stung the enemy's heart, waited for the opportunity to move, and launched a fatal blow when the time was ripe, repeating the old story of Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang's "being in Cao Ying's heart in Han".

Day after day, leaning on the door and looking south, looking through the autumn water, looking through the eyes, praying to see the old people of Jingzhou and the wild geese in the south.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight. The appearance of a paper-thin wild goose that had been longed for many years appeared without warning, stirring up a pool of stagnant water that Xu Shu had been silent for many years, and suddenly became a spring water full of hope and vitality, as if a drowning man had caught a piece of wood that could escape. It was like being lost in the abyss of endless darkness for many days, and a ray of light suddenly appeared, bringing light and hope.

The former comrades-in-arms miraculously appeared in front of him, how could Xu Shu not be excited.

Four happy events in life: a long drought and a sweet rain, meeting old acquaintances in other places, candles in the cave room, and the title of the gold list.

In the suburbs of Yedu, a foreign country, seeing the brothers who fought bloodily for the common great ideal of restoring the Han Dynasty, Xu Shu's long-frozen heart throbbed, and he vaguely felt a strong premonition and great hope that his dream would come true.

"It's really a disciple of the Mo family!" Cao Pi's brows were unwillingly twisted into a Sichuan character, completely inheriting Cao Cao's suspicious, cruel and bloodthirsty excellent genes.

Seeing Xu Shu, Zhao Yun was also overjoyed, his tiger's eyes were moist, his heart was rolling, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Hearing Cao Pi's question, Zhao Yun and the others took out the Mo family's headscarf, and after dressing it up, they were no different from Xu Shu and other Mo family disciples.

Cao Pi had nothing to say, and was just about to express his position, Shi Ah said: "This is just an appearance, and it doesn't mean anything." ”

Even if Xu Shu is well-cultivated, he can't help but have a seizure, his eyes are spewing fire, surging with murderous intent, and the murderous aura is compelling.

Zhao Yun hurriedly signaled with his eyes that he was not bored, his eyes were burning, and he said coldly to Shi A: "What kind of Mo family certificate do you want to see?" ”

Shi A and Cao Pi looked at each other for a moment, but they didn't smile, and snorted coldly: "Naturally, I want to meet Your Excellency's unfathomable Mo family attacker!" ”

Xu Shu's eyes were like ice, and there was a trace of awe-inspiring killing intent, Rao is unparalleled in the world in terms of wisdom, and he was also in trouble at this time. Because he knew that Zhao Yun was a disciple of the Zongheng family, and he had no half-dime relationship with the Mo family. He secretly murdered him, and if Cao Pi and Shi A obstructed him, he desperately broke out.

"Then I'll get an axe." Zhao Yun smiled lightly.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, especially Xu Shu, Liu Chan and Bu Lianying were even more shocked.

Zhao Yun respectfully waved his hand at Xu Shu and demonstrated the twelve styles of the Mojia sword. These twelve types of Mojia swords include, the first type is conformist, mainly turning, and can break through the siege when besieged; The second type of blood and ink is galloping, mainly stabbing, which seems simple but kills; The third type of Molu Qiankun is mainly to cut, and it specializes in dealing with masters; The fourth type of Mohai rivers and lakes is dominated by sword energy; The fifth type is connected by two inks, mainly connected; The sixth style of dance is inked, and the sound strikes the west; The seventh type of vain ink correction rope, darkness Chen Cang; The eighth type of rope is used to cut ink, and the force is used; The ninth type of loss and attack is stubborn, and the defense is the attack; The tenth style of pen and ink is cut down, and the sky is flying immortals; The eleventh style is rich and colorful, and it goes all out; The twelfth type of black sky and ink earth, cast smoke, a fatal blow.

Zhao Yun danced the twelve styles of the Mojia sword with both form and spirit, vivid, tiger and tiger, and amazing momentum.

Xu Shu's eyes lit up, nodded frequently, and showed appreciation on his face, and Yan Shanxue and other Mo disciples were even more amazed and cheered loudly.

It turned out that when Huang Chengyan taught the twelve styles of the Mojia sword to Yan Shanxue, Zhao Yun happened to be present, as a martial arts genius once in a century, he easily mastered this set of swordsmanship, and he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Shi A was obviously unwilling to fail, exchanged glances with Cao Pi, and said, "Since this person is a disciple of the Mo family, why is he proficient in my Zongheng family's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship?" ”

Xu Shu and Zhao Yun were caught off guard, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

Shi A, who thought he had a plan, smirked smugly.

"This pediatric question is only a question that you idiot can ask!" A crisp voice floated through the air.

"Who?!" Shi A was so angry that his face was cold, his face was full of iron, his eyes were fierce, he shot away into the forest, and shouted: "If you are a hero, don't hide your shadow, show yourself quickly." ”

Shi A was indeed angry, since his debut, no one has dared to say such about him.

"Master Mo Tu is here!" A small figure floated down from a towering tree, like a fairy flying out of the sky.

It turned out that Liu Chan couldn't help but ridicule Shi Ah and relieve Zhao Yun and Xu Shu.

The incident happened suddenly, and Bu Lianying couldn't hold back, complaining bitterly, for fear that Zhao Yun would blame him.

Fortunately, Liu Chan Pingkong accepted Pang Degong's skills, cultivated to the Wuzun level like a rocket, and jumped down from a tree more than ten meters high, which was very stylish and extremely chic.

Seeing that Liu Chan was so young and so good at light work, many people were shocked and exclaimed.

"You ......" Zhao Yun's face changed suddenly, and he pointed at Liu Chan and exclaimed. Liu Chan is the only heir of the emperor's uncle, with a golden body, and he cannot afford to miss a little. Thinking of this, Zhao Yun's head suddenly felt big, his face was grim, and he secretly made up his mind to pay attention, even if he was desperate to protect Liu Chan.

Liu Chan didn't know the worries of the fourth uncle, he glanced at Shi A with contempt, and said jokingly: "This brother looks like a talent on the surface, with a graceful demeanor, but there is no ink in it, and what he says is a little nutritious, it's a pity!" ”

"How so?" Shi A's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he was red, and his fists were clenched and squeaked. Being so despised by a child, Shi Ah was almost blown up, revealing a cannibalistic look.