Nanqing turned his head and thought back in his mind after hearing this, as if he had never seen this young man when he was in Tiangong Qingtan, and he had never heard of the name of "Molu", so he thought that he was too forgetful and forgot others, so he showed an embarrassed look on his face, and said to the young man with a little hesitation: "I'm sorry, it seems that I haven't seen Mr. Molu in Tiangong Qingtan." When Mo Lu heard this, his cheeks flushed, and he stumbled and said, "Ah...... I have never joined any Xianmen family, just an ordinary fairy who has traveled the rivers and lakes, and I went to participate in Tiangong Qingtan, just as a guest to visit, and I have never shown my face at the martial arts competition of the Kyushu Hero List...... It's normal for an ordinary junior like me to have never seen it before an immortal in the Southern Qing Dynasty......"

Nan Qing was dumbfounded for a while, not knowing what he should reply.

So the two sat facing each other, each with their own inner embarrassment and confusion, originally two people who didn't talk much, not very cheerful and very slow-burning, and after the above topic was over, there was no new topic to talk about. Nan Qing clamped the cuffs between his two fingers, kneading them boringly, Mo Lu blushed and lowered his head to play with his clothes belt, and then suddenly remembered something, raised his head with a frightened face, and looked at the sick immortal in front of him with wide eyes.

"Nanqing...... Be...... Brother Lin's master...... Lin Yan...... Target...... Master? Mo Lu only cared about the curiosity and surprise in his heart, and never thought of the recent incident that shocked Kyushu, nor did he take into account that the "Lin Yan" in his mouth was a scar that Nan Qingti couldn't mention.

When Nan Qing heard the name of "Lin Yan", the movement of kneading the cuffs in his hand suddenly stopped, his lowered head was slightly raised, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he did not speak.

"Ah...... I'm sorry...... I forgot ......" After about a while, Mo Lu came back to his senses in a daze, realizing that his question was not covered up and disguised in order to take care of other people's thoughts, and he asked it very realistically. The young man was burdened with a heavy infamy, and jumped off the stage without explanation, the person who brought him up little by little like a father, right in front of him, he had just experienced the pain of losing his loved ones, and there was still a poisonous Gu that could not be lifted on his body, and he had to bear these tossing and turning Kyushu, to search for the apprentice who was reincarnated as a mortal and had no memory of his previous life, maybe he had just adapted to the life without that young man making noise and trouble by his side, but because of his own problem, He experienced the pain of missing his old friend again, but he might never see it again.

Nan Qing's eyes raised his head brightly, looking at the young man who was at a loss and very guilty, and smiled shallowly, as if laughing at himself: "It's okay." Yes, I am Lin Yan's master. ”

"I have known him...... Mo Lu is really a young man who likes to blush, mentioning the old man, I don't know if it is because of guilt, or because of the grudge between the two of them, the young man in red lowered his head with red cheeks again, and told the immortal in front of him, telling all the stories he had with that young man, including all the experiences of Lin Yan in Lingnan before the destruction of Qingcheng Cloud, including the dyed forest immortal cave of the child immortal, the expressionless slaughter of the young man he saw, How he and the boy went from being close friends to strangers who never crossed paths, he told the immortal his story and the confusion in his heart frankly and completely.

"I've only heard two types of rumors, one is that Lin Yan is murderous, fierce and vicious, and the other is that he is innocent and pitiful, and he was framed by others. I don't know, Nanqing Immortal. Mo Lu buried his head deep in his chest, he first broke the hearts of others today, then said bad things about the dead, and then broke the hearts of the immortals who ranked first on the list of heroes of the Kyushu Immortal Family.

"He's not." Nanqing's eyes are no longer shining, and when he looks at people, he is so firm that it makes people a little panicked. He told Molu all the truths about Lin Yan, including that he is not a murderer, he is not an emotionless monster, he is not like Hades and the people of Kyushu, he is a member of the blue-blooded clan, but he is not vulgar and despicable, he is not a person who should be a "blood slave", he should not be misunderstood, he should not be misunderstood and disliked by others because he is a murderer.

Mo Lu no longer just lowered his head shyly, he looked into Nan Qing's eyes and listened to every word he said about Lin Yan very carefully.

What you hear with your own ears and see with your own eyes is not the truth, it is just that you have been manipulated and seen what others want you to see.

Nan Qing told the story very long, very slowly, for about an hour, when he finished speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, tilted his head, and looked out the window, Mo Lu saw his face facing his side of his chin on the chin, there was something shiny hanging on it, Nan Qing's shoulders shook, aggrieved and helpless, as if he saw Lin Yan lonely that day and would leave the stage. Lin Yan's matter has happened, and a long, long time has passed, but he always feels that he should find someone to tell this story well, and tell the truth of the matter for the young man who always likes to swallow his grievances in his stomach, even if there is only one person, at least it will not be the big one in Kyushu, but no one understands him to protect him.

"I'm sorry." Mo Lu lowered his head, and no longer looked into other people's eyes, this "sorry" I don't know if it was said to Nan Qing, or Lin Yan, who had wronged him for a long time.

The sun had just risen at this time, and the morning light was faint, spilling into the room, hitting two people, and the two people looked out the window together, thinking of the same person. The boy who was dressed in a black robe, with a golden hairpin, always liked to smile before.

"Awake?" Mr. Moyi had just gone out to buy some breakfast, and when he came back, he happened to meet two people looking out the window, and the picture was very strange at the moment.

"Moyi meets the immortals of the Southern Qing Dynasty." Mr. Moyi put breakfast on the table with his hand, and raised his hand to the immortal who was not yet dressed on the bed, with a serious and solemn expression.

"Not necessarily. Thank you sir. Nan Qing staggered up from the bed, straightened his clothes, and saluted the middle-aged man whose beard had begun to turn gray.

"It turns out that my father recognized the Southern Qing Immortals?" Mo Lu was sandwiched in the middle, looking at Nanqing here for a while, and looking at his father over there for a while, with a blank expression.

Mr. Moyi is really a little late compared to other people, most of the other immortals are married when they are hundreds of years old, but the life path of Moyi immortals is really a little too bumpy, their first tens of thousands of years were spent sorting out their own messy life, and when they were 30,000 years old, they chose to get married and married, and they were pregnant with this son. Mr. Moyi and his family chose not to join the Xianmen family anymore, traveled the rivers and lakes, and had a refreshing life, but Kyushu is so big, how can anyone not want to be attached to a Xianmen family, have a backer, and have a home, but choose to go to the family lake by himself? People who don't know how to do it heard that they traveled the rivers and lakes by themselves, and sighed that they really have backbone, and those who know how to do know it will not say this kind of sadness. Mr. Moyi was originally a servant of the fairy lord of the Xianmen of Qichuan, because he usually cultivates diligently, and his spiritual power is also very good among the servants and even the children of the same level, and Mr. Moyi himself is high-spirited, clean and self-conscious, and is deeply used by the fairy master, and the work done on weekdays is no longer just a simple servant, sometimes some other fairy masters come to discuss some Kyushu secrets, and the fairy master no longer let him avoid it, but allowed him to stand aside and listen, and when the banquet is over, all the fairy masters have gone back, The Immortal Lord would leave Mr. Moyi behind and ask him what he thought about the matter.

The relationship between Mr. Moyi and the immortal master of Qichuan Xianmen has gone beyond the simple master-servant relationship, and in the past ten years, the relationship between the two has not only made the immortal disciples and servants of the same door envious, but also spread this good story all over Kyushu. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, since the incident of the blue blood clan in Qichuan Xianmen, the other Xianmen families in Kyushu have some strange ideas about Qichuan Xianmen, the fairy lord has no choice, after all, he always has to think about the entire Xianmen, so he planned to respond to the request of Kyushu to kill the baby boy, and the matter also involved some other blue-blood people, a total of tens of thousands of people were killed, at that time, for the decision of the fairy lord, other people in the fairy gate did not dare to say anything, only Mr. Mo Yi was alone, opposed the decision of the fairy lord, and then the baby boy ran away, After changing the immortal master, when he was caught, more people were involved, and the immortal lord thought that he had to keep his immortal gate first, so he advocated that the entire blue-blood clan should be supplied.

This time, Mr. Moyi directly chose to quit the Qichuan Xianmen.

Of course, things are not so simple, there are many details before and after, all kinds of things add together, ferment together, so that Mo Yi has to leave Qichuan Xianmen. Because he retired from a Xianmen family with a bad reputation, and he is just a domestic servant, the Xianmen family he intends to have no interest in himself, but he can't look down on the Xianmen family he is interested in, so simply, he is so alone in this life, and he will never join the Xianmen family again.

When Nanqing was fifteen years old, he followed his father Nanmian Immortal Lord to Qichuan Xianmen, during that time, most of the comings and goings of various immortal families in Kyushu were for the blue-blooded disaster, Nanqing followed his father to go there, inevitably for the blue-blooded clan, Nanqing was just an angry young man in his father's mouth at that time, naïve and stubborn, he didn't understand the sophistication and flexibility of human feelings, he was the same as Moyi, taking into account the innocent lives of the blue-blooded clan, and did not advocate large-scale slaughter, he was once in full view, When he expressed his opinion in front of the immortal lords and immortals in Kyushu, only Mo Yi was the same person, stood up, said that he supported him, and then took off the family ornament medal of the Qichuan Immortal Gate, in order to live up to the firmness in his heart, he was alone from now on, and he was not afraid.