Mo Typhoon didn't understand what his brother was afraid of and what he was hiding.

I don't understand how Mo Taizhuang could hide in his room under such circumstances, the old patriarch has been looking for him for half a night.

Mo Tai couldn't describe the look and tone of voice when Mo Taizhuang spoke.

As if his nerves were crushed by fear and his thoughts were on the verge of collapse, Mo Taizhuang shrank in the corner and began to cough, and even vomited, clutching Mo Tai Typhoon's arm tightly, and looking at Mo Typhoon with a choked voice and pleading: "Brother Feng...... No...... Don't ......"

A few words were intermittent, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had exhausted all the strength of Mo Taizhuang.

Motai looked solemn, and he really wanted to ask Motaizhuang, what do you want......

But Motaizhuang coughed violently again and retched, as if he remembered something that had terribly frightened him.

Mo Tai couldn't figure it out anyway, he also saw the corpse of the dead monk, it was indeed a little weird, but he was definitely not afraid enough to scare a young man like a calf to this extent.

Mo Tai gently patted Mo Taizhuang's back with his hand, and before he could ask clearly, the old patriarch and they came over.

The old patriarch asked Motaizhuang angrily: "You bastard, why are you so ignorant, the people in the clan have been looking for you for a long time, you are dumb, you can't say a word?" ”

Mo Taizhuang just cried, crying tremblingly.

It wasn't until Ah Xun returned to the courtyard that Motaizhuang suddenly broke out of the door and rushed out.

The old patriarch asked the monk to bury the monk's body in a good place in the forest, as for how the old monk hanged himself, no one knows, perhaps, except for the silent Motaizhuang.

Very late, Mo Typhoon brought food for Ah Xun.

The death of the old monk and what happened during the day somewhat made the people of the Motai family feel a little bored, and Motai also felt like a stone in his heart.

Ah Xun was looking at the flickering candle flame on the table, and Ah Xun's eyes reflected in the dim candlelight also flickered and flickered, swaying.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Mo Feng sat down at the table as well.

Neither of them spoke, heavy silence, heavy sense of panic.

Ah Xun didn't move the steaming meal, just turned his head and stared at Mo Tai's angular face under the candlelight for a long time, his eyes were complicated and indescribable.

Mo Typhoon's heart was a little tight, and he scratched his head uncomfortably, and his expression turned a little shy.

He always wanted to stay with Ah Xun for a while, but this sense of restraint always made him not know what to do or what to say, so that he wanted to leave in a panic.

"I ...... I'm going to see if the village is better than ......."

So, Motai made an excuse and stood up and wanted to leave.

Ah Xun pulled away the hairpin on his head, and the black hair fell down like a waterfall, and the star-dotted face was covered with a hazy halo, and the delicate eyes were like the bright moon outside the window.

Mo Feng subconsciously held his breath, along with the steps under his feet, and after only one glance, he couldn't move away.

At that time, he thought that if he could meet Ah Xun, let alone say that he would be alive, even if it was just at this moment, God would treat him well!

On a spring night, everything is silent, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

Ah Xun quietly raised his head, rested his chin on Mo Tai's chest, and raised his eyes to stare at Mo Tai Tai......

When the wind blew, the flickering yellow candles in the house were extinguished......

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The marriage of Ah Xun and Mo Typhoon had to be put on the agenda in advance.

It's just that later, when Motaizhuang met Ah Xun, he would always lower his head, dodge his eyes, and leave in a hurry, not even saying hello to Motai.

In this regard, Mo Typhoon smiled helplessly, and Ah Xun lowered his eyes, looking at the back of the sister who always called her before, and was a little at a loss.

On a full moon night in early summer, before the ancestral hall of the Motai family, everyone in the Motai family gathered, and the eaves full of ancient charm were hung with red lanterns.

Ah Xun brought a phoenix crown and a curtain, Mo Typhoon didn't know how to be regarded as a peerless sinking fish and a wild goose, but I only remembered that Ah Xun that day, it was very beautiful, and the beauty suffocated him, engraved in his bones, and since then it has been grinding deeper and deeper.

The old patriarch opened his mouth and laughed with wrinkles on his face, his anger sank, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Bow to the ancestors and ancestors!" ”

After speaking, the old patriarch pushed open the door of the ancestral hall of the Motai family in high spirits.

More than 300 members of the Motai family lined up in two long rows at the gate of the ancestral hall, noisily crowding the newcomers who went in to worship their ancestors.

This is the first time Ah Xun has entered the ancestral hall of the Motai family.

After entering the ancestral hall and worshipping the ancestors of the Motai family, he is a member of the Motai family.

In the ancestral hall, in addition to the dense spiritual position, before each spiritual position, a red candle is lit, and in the middle of the tablets, there are two humanoid stone statues, which are the ancestors of the Motai family, Boyi Shuqi.

In the hands of the humanoid stone statue, there is a wooden coffin together, for the origin of this wooden coffin, no one knows the Motai family, including the old patriarch, in the customs of the Motai family, there is no record of this wooden coffin.

But none of this matters.

Mo Feng hugged Ah Xun with pity in his arms, full of spirit, standing in front of his ancestors.

The old patriarch looked at the pair of villains with relief, and shouted: "Worship the ancestors!" ”

Mo typhoon knelt down on his knees, and Ah Xun Ying bowed.

"Today, the style of the Motai clan, marrying a girl A Xun, vowing to live with A Xun for the rest of his life, with a white head, life and death together...... Bow down to the fathers and fathers......"

Mo Typhoon's tone was excited, three bows and nine bows only bowed once, and the huge ancestral hall was full of wind, and the countless dense tablets fell one after another, and the red candles were extinguished.

The wind roared.

The old patriarch looked sluggish, and the people of the Motai family outside the ancestral hall still didn't know what had happened.

Mr. and Mrs. Mo Taiyan rushed in, but their expressions froze.

Mo Feng roared suddenly, pointed at the ancestors and scolded: "Why don't you agree to me and Ah Xun marrying?" ”

After the wind stopped, there was only a mess all over the ancestral hall.

The ancestors of the Motai family did not answer him, but it was Ah Xun who answered him.

Ah Xun, who was in a phoenix crown, looked at the wooden coffin in the hand of the stone statue with his eyes, and then looked at Mo Tai, and slowly stood up from the ground.

Mo Typhoon murmured in confusion: "Ah Xun, you ......"

Ah Xun smiled, just like the eating smile when he first met, but a little more sad.

Ah Xun's red lips opened lightly, touched Mo Tai's forehead, took out the flute, and made a graceful squatting salute to the old patriarch and Mo Taiyan couple, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Tai's face again, and said: "Ah Feng, I'll play a tune for you......"

The crisp and melodious flute sound sounded from Ah Xun's mouth, but two lines of tears rolled down Ah Xun's eyes......

The full moon outside the house, scarlet as blood......