Dao Yan and Mo Qinling were bandaging Mo Qimiao's wounds, when they saw 'Tai Chi' running in from outside with bruises and limps. Just in case, Dao Yan tied the three of them firmly to the wood mound, and everyone cast a begging glance at Dao Yan. Dao Yan asked Mo Qinling to lock the tower door, take care of his sister and 'Tai Chi' in the tower, and sit in front of the wood pier with a firewood knife in his hand, staring at the three people who could not move with bloodshot eyes.

Two days later, Morris looked at the three men, who were all sick and dying of dehydration. Turning around and raising his hand, he was about to call Dao Yan, but Mo Qinling hurriedly blocked in front of Dao Yan and said loudly: "Daddy, don't want it, he saved me and my sister." ”

Morris held back his anger and slowly lowered his hand.

"Dao Yan, Dao Yan, I should indeed thank you, but you are too reckless in this way, in case this sound of the qin makes you and the qin look like this. Have you ever thought about the consequences? Morris sighed.

"Master Mo is right, I am indeed too reckless to let Sister Qin'er take such a big risk." Dao Yan said, his tone full of apologies.

"Forget it, it's also my fault that I've been busy with other things these days and haven't taken good care of you. I still want to say thank you. Morris said, patting Dao Yan on the shoulder, and then asked, "You have tried the same piano sound, and it is true that you can't lift their immobilization?" ”

"I've tried." Dao Yan replied, and Mo Qinling bowed his head and remained silent.

"Then their death will be painful." Morris looked at the three men with a hint of disdain in his tone.

The scar-faced man burst into tears after hearing this, his eyes were full of fear, but he couldn't move.

"Look, there is no more helplessness in a person than this." Morris.

"I've learned it." Dao Yan stared at the scar-faced man and said coldly.

A few days later, Dao Yan buried the three stinking and horrific corpses deep in the woods. At that time, 'Tai Chi' thought that Daohua had fallen to his death, so he hurried back to save Mo Qimiao, but then when Dao Yan looked for Daohua's body, he found a bloodstain down the mountain road, presumably that Daohua was seriously injured and did not die, and he fled for his life after waking up. Mo Qimiao also woke up, the wound medicine concocted by Morris was very effective, and she was healed not long after, but there was a scar left on the corner of her forehead, Mo Qimiao cried many times because of this, worried that her future Xianghui would dislike her for this, until Dao Yan coaxed her to say that the scar was very similar to a pink camellia, and he himself liked the camellia, she broke into tears and laughed, and promised Dao Yan to like this camellia for the rest of her life before she stopped crying. After this incident, Mo Qinling was often called to the study by his father, and it took a long time to come out, and every time he came out, he either had red eyes or a solemn expression. Dao Yan asked her what happened, but she always cried silently and kept her mouth shut, so Dao Yan didn't ask more.

After dinner that day, Dao Yan was about to put away the dishes, when he heard Morris say, "Dao Yan, you can go to the study with me, I want to talk to you." Mo Qinling seemed to tremble after hearing this, but no one noticed it. So Dowrley followed Morris into his study. As soon as he entered the study, Dao Yan saw the 'Jiao Wei Qin' placed in the middle of the bookcase, and after pouring two cups of tea, Morris let Dao Yan sit down, and he sat opposite him.

"I guess you've learned something about our Xuannu clan from Qin'er." Morris said, taking a sip of his tea.

Dao Yan nodded.

Morris smiled kindly, motioned for Dao Yan to drink tea, not so restrained, and continued: "Then do you know the origin of this 'Jiaoweiqin' and my clan?" ”

Dao Yan remembered that a few days ago, Mo Qinling had cried and begged him to agree, and when anyone asked her how she had learned the 'Jiao Weiqin' fixation spell, she was sure that she had realized it herself, so she shook her head.

Morris silently recited "Allah willing", sighed, and continued: "There is an ancient legend in my clan that it is said that an outstanding leader appeared in the clan in the Later Han Dynasty, and by chance obtained a partially charred treasure qin, and the wise daughter of this leader used this treasure qin to create many extremely powerful spells, and in this way, she obtained the honor of the holy woman at that time. Just as the tribes were reunited and ready to make their greatest achievements under the leadership of the Holy Maiden, the Holy Maiden abandoned them, supposedly for the sake of a man she loved, and the lyre and the spell she had created disappeared with her. ”

Many images immediately came to Daoyan's mind, and Morris took the 'Jiaowei Qin' from the bookcase and placed it in Daoyan's hand.

"This harp is yours, return the original, you can take it." Morris said calmly. Turning around, he took a medicine bottle from the lattice behind him and stuffed it into Dao Yan's hand.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, the laws of the clan stipulate that the secret skills of my clan must not be revealed, this is the antidote, I hope you can understand the old man." There you go. Morris said, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

After Dao Yan got up to say goodbye, he walked out of Morris's study with the 'Jiaowei Qin' and the medicine bottle, and Morris watched Dao Yan's back gradually leave with nervous eyes.

When she was walking down the stairs, Dao Yan saw Mo Qinling who hurriedly ran up, she carefully checked Dao Yan up and down, left and right, and found that there was no abnormality, she smiled with relief, and whispered in Dao Yan's ear: "Old time, old place." So he went upstairs and went back to his room. As soon as Dao Yan came out of the tower gate, Mo Qimiao suddenly jumped out and made a grimace. Dao Yan was thinking about what happened in Morris's study just now, and he was a little scared in his heart, and he was suddenly frightened by Mo Qimiao, and he couldn't help but be taken aback. Mo Qimiao laughed and said, "Coward." He slipped a note in his clothes and ran away. Back in the wooden house, Dao Yan opened the note and smiled helplessly.

Mo Qinling walked out of the woods, and Dao Yan arrived first to wait for her as usual. The two sat down by the well, but this time they didn't keep a certain distance between the two of them as usual, and Mo Qinling snuggled up to Dao Yan, his head resting on his shoulder. Dao Yan smelled her seductive body fragrance, and her heart beat faster.

"I want to be like this forever, and I hope that someone will come out now to put us together, and we will never be separated." Mo Qin said spiritually, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Will you leave tomorrow?" Dao Yan asked softly.

Mo Qinling's eyes were tearful and he nodded.

"I asked my father, and he said that what we are going to do is very dangerous, and if we don't get it, it will kill you, and I don't let you go for fear of hurting you, but if you want, I will beg him again." After saying that, Mo Qinling turned his head and looked at Dao Yan with pleading eyes.

"As long as I can be with you, I'm not afraid of anything, wait for me..." Without waiting for Dao Yan to finish speaking, Mo Qinling reached out and gently pressed his lips, her eyes closed, two lines of hot tears flowed, she slowly removed her hand and gave Dao Yan a gentle kiss. After a while, Mo Qinling stood up, and Dao Yan seemed to be still intoxicated, but seeing that Mo Qinling seemed to be leaving, he hurriedly took her hand and picked up the 'Jiaowei Qin' from the side.

"I don't have anything of value, only this guqin. With this as a token, I will go to you and marry you wherever I go. Dao Yan swore an oath, his eyes full of determination.

Mo Qinling rolled up his sleeves, gently stroked the tooth marks, and said affectionately: "Then this is my token, if you keep your promise, I will wait for you in this life and this life, waiting for you to marry me." The two hugged each other tightly in the soft moonlight.

After a long time, Mo Qinling slowly let go of his hand and said softly: "Don't send me, let me go back by myself, I have to slowly get used to not having you by my side, otherwise I am worried that I will not be able to stand the long lovesickness in the future." With tears in his eyes, he turned around and walked silently into the woods. After a while, a mournful sound came from the tower, which became more and more tear-jerking in the middle of the night.

"Come out." Dao Yan said in a low voice.

With her signature charming smile, Mo Qimiao jumped out of the woods.

"It's so touching, why didn't you like me in the first place?" Mo Qi pouted and pretended to be pitiful.

Dao Yan couldn't answer, so he had to say, "Don't make trouble, what are you looking for me?" ”

Mo Qimiao suddenly shouted in surprise: "Daddy." Dao Yan hurriedly turned around, and found that there was no one behind him, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his arm, and he hurriedly jerked back, Mo Qimiao was knocked into Dao Yan's arms with the momentum, and the two fell to the ground together, Dao Yan was just about to get up, but Mo Qimiao turned over and pressed to the ground and hugged tightly, Dao Yan struggled to sit up, and whispered: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, get up quickly." Mo Qimiao pressed down Dao Yan, and said coquettishly: "Just make trouble, just make trouble, don't get up." Dao Yan had no choice but to stop resisting, so the two of them lay on the ground like this. After a while, Mo Qimiao got up, and Dao Yan quickly stood up, and saw that the blood on his other arm was flowing down a deeper tooth mark.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Qi asked cutely, and his tone was different from before.

"You say, I'll try to bite you." Dao Yan said angrily.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qimiao happily stretched out her white jade arm as if she had her wish, "This is exactly what I want." Mo Qimiao said with a smile.

Dao Yan knew that he had fallen into her trap again, so he was angry and didn't say anything.

Mo Qimiao stood up, handed his arm to Dao Yan's mouth, and said pitifully: "Why don't you talk and don't count, you bite it back." ”

Angry, Dao Yan pushed her arm away, turned her face to the side and said no more.

"People just want to leave you with some thoughts, why are you so fierce." Mo Qimiao squatted down and cried loudly.

Dao Yan also felt that what he had done was a little excessive, and he was afraid that she would cry so loudly in case it would be difficult for Morris and Mo Qinling to hear it, so he hurriedly squatted down to coax her.

Mo Qimiao choked up and said, "You gave the only piano to my sister, and you can't give me 'Tai Chi', I don't have anything." He continued to cry again.

Dao Yan didn't know how to answer, so he could only say, "Then you can't bite me." ”

Mo Qimiao continued: "You have a marriage contract with your sister, do you know that the tradition of my Xuannu clan is monogamy. My sister now has the 'Jiao Weiqin' and has realized the immobilization spell, the position of the saint belongs to her, according to the family rules, the saint can only marry the emperor. I was going to have a ceremony with you tonight, but tomorrow I will go and ask my father to promise me to stay, and he will take my sister to run for sainthood. But just now I saw that the two of you love you so deeply, and I feel that I am too sorry for my sister to do that, and you will not agree. Once my sister becomes a saint, she is destined to not be with you, and if I don't leave you some thoughts, if you fall in love with another woman again, then this poor camellia will only die. As he spoke, he held Dao Yan's hand with both hands and put it on the scar on the corner of her forehead, and she got into Dao Yan's arms like a cute cat, singing a poignant song in a low voice with the sound of the piano coming from the tower, and Dao Yan had no choice but to listen quietly.

"This night the south wind fell into a dream, and the northern geese of the Ming Dynasty left their hometown. The blurry moonlight shines on the wall, and a lonely lamp is melancholy. Who cares about Qingzhu, Sansheng thinks about it for a long time. The eldest son and daughter vow not to forget, and the wind and frost are long. ”

In the early morning of the second day, Mo Qimiao got up very early and made a full pot of 'braised spring bamboo shoots in oil' for 'Tai Chi', and put the key to the storage of a warehouse of spring bamboo shoots in the food box of 'Tai Chi', and pressed her original cooking secret recipe underneath. Morris didn't let Dao Yan send them away, and Dao Yan was afraid that Mo Qinling would be sad, but he was actually worried that he couldn't control it, so he only sent them to the gate of the tower. Mo Qinling covered her veil, hugged the 'Jiao Weiqin' in the posture of holding a baby, pointed to Daoyan's arm with her finger, and then pointed to her heart, and then turned around and went down the mountain with her father.

Looking at the back of Yiren in the distance, Dao Yan suddenly felt that he had changed back to the lonely little monk he had been a few years ago. 'Tai Chi' ran back panting, his face covered with lip prints, his cheeks and the hair on the top of his head still wet, and you can imagine how reluctant Mo Qimiao was to separate from it. 'Tai Chi' spat out a skin bag from his mouth, and when Dao Yan untied the tether, he found that it contained a medicine bottle, a ring, and a letter. Dao Yan opened the letter, and saw that it was Morris's handwriting, which read: Dao Yan, there are some things that I can't say to you face-to-face, and I can perceive the relationship between you and Qin'er, so I deliberately returned the 'Jiaowei Qin' to you yesterday, and you really gave the Qin to Qin'er. The antidote given to you last night is fake, and the bottle in your hand now is the real antidote, for some reason I have to let Qin'er get the 'Jiaoweiqin' anyway, so I can only make this decision, please forgive me. What our father and daughter have done when they returned to the Western Regions this time is extremely dangerous, and I don't want you to put yourself in danger. In the past few years of getting along, I have treated you as my own child, and if you are willing to agree, I will take you as an adopted son, and this ring is a token. If we succeed in our great deeds in the future, you will recognize me with this ring, and you will enjoy all the glory and riches. If something misfortune befalls us, you should keep it as a memorial.

After reading the letter, Dao Yan's heart felt like he had overturned the five-flavor bottle, and all kinds of emotions came to his heart together.