Luoyang, in a mansion, Mo Wen sat on a Taishi chair, one hand on the table next to him, page by page turning the paper on the table, vigorous and powerful handwriting densely spread all over the whole paper, stroke by stroke like a knife and axe, although a little sloppy, but it can be seen that the person who writes is very attentive, and the top of the paper is written with five big characters: Eighteen palms of the dragon.

After flipping through the paper in his hand a few times, and after confirming that it was correct, Mo Wen smiled at the girl in front of him: "Azhu, good job!" ”

The handsome face with a kind smile, deep eyes shining, this smile, enough to make ninety percent of the girls in the world feel good, but unfortunately the girl in red in front of him is an exception.

Ah Zhu stared at Mo Wen's handsome face that could almost be said to be beautiful, but she couldn't wait to slap it in her heart, no matter what others think, the person in front of her is the most evil demon in the rivers and lakes in her heart, the so-called four wicked people are nothing compared to him, they just have a fierce face and cruel methods, and the bad is bad outside, which can be seen through at a glance. But the person in front of him is like a poisonous snake hidden in the depths, with a good skin, with the most kind smile, but he can do the most evil things without changing his face, those conspiracies, all kinds of strange means are simply one after another, people can't guard against it, if it's just like this, it's just that, but what makes Azhu even more frightened is that this person is like an unknown prophet, taking the lead everywhere, it seems that everything in this world can't hide from his eyes, and many heroes and heroes have been played with by him in applause and died. But when he was dying, he couldn't figure out whose hands he died in, and he could have expected that he would have a relationship with Brother Qiao, and he was the best candidate to get the eighteen palms. So a few years ago, he coaxed himself to sign that damn contract, and every time he thought of this, Azhu felt a chill, and he only felt that the person in front of him was really a demon from hell.

Brother Qiao, Azhu silently read the name of her sweetheart in her heart, and at this time she especially missed the bold face that people could see through at a glance, maybe not handsome enough. But with that warm chest, it gives people a faint sense of security.

But then her eyes darkened, and she coaxed and stole Brother Qiao's most important martial arts. and put it in the hands of a person who may be calculating him, what face do I have to see him again, I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to see him in this life.

But what can she do, the contract that she once disliked was now locked tightly to her like a shackle. It took her breathless. can't speak, can't get close to others, and if she doesn't get rid of it, I'm afraid that I really won't be able to be with my sweetheart for the rest of my life, which makes her so willing, so she has to gamble anyway.

Quietly clenching the dagger in his sleeve, Ah Zhu said in his heart that the worst outcome would not be death, and he would no longer be afraid. Instead, he straightened his chest and looked directly at Mo Wen's bright and abnormal eyes. said lightly: "Master Mo, the things I promised you that day have been completed, can you return the contract to the little maid as promised?" ”

Although she said indifferently, Azhu was actually extremely concerned in her heart, and her hand holding the dagger was already covered with sweat, and she didn't know it, but stared at Mo Wen tightly.

"Huh?" Mo Wen was stunned, he forgot that in order not to affect the plot, he delayed the plan to obtain the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but he also told Ah Zhu anything.

At this time, listening to Azhu's words, he just smiled, leaned back in the chair behind him casually, and after a while, he said lazily: "Have I ever said such a thing?" Why don't you remember? Miss Azhu, you remember wrong! ”

Although she had been mentally prepared, Ah Zhu's eyes were dark when she heard this, only to feel that the sky had fallen, and all her expectations had come to naught, her body shook, and then she gritted her teeth and scolded: "You shameless thief, you will be punished one day, God doesn't open your eyes, so you let a wicked person like you live in the world!" ”

Listening to Ah Zhu's scolding, Mo Wen didn't care, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked out of the house through the open door, his eyes seemed to be looking at a distant place, and he said after a while: "Indeed, God doesn't open his eyes, so I can stand here, and—"

He glanced at Ah Zhu coldly, and said indifferently but firmly: "I will make it impossible to open its eyes in the future." ”

Over there, Azhu didn't care about this, and scolded Mo Wen a few words regardless of it, and then his eyes turned red, and he picked up the dagger from his sleeve and aimed it at his neck tremblingly, and a sad smile appeared on his face: "Brother Qiao, we will see you again in the next life, and then Azhu will herd horses and sheep for you again!" ”

After saying that, he was going to stick it to his neck.

Seeing that a beauty was about to die in front of his eyes, Mo Wen was not in a hurry at all, but put his hand on his cheek, revealing that he had seen something interesting.

Sure enough, the dagger stopped less than an inch away from Ah Zhu's neck, and he saw panic in Ah Zhu's eyes, and then slowly took his hand away, and then walked step by step towards Mo Wen, who was sitting on the chair.

Throwing away the dagger in her hand, she opened her arms and hugged Mo Wen's neck, and the whole person sat in his arms.

One hand grabbed Azhu's slender waist, and Mo Wen's other hand picked up her delicate chin, and then looked at the frightened eyes that were close at hand, and said lightly: "Beauty, I seem to have forgotten to tell you, without my permission, it will be difficult for you to die." ”

"Kill me, whore!" Ah Zhu's eyes were full of tears, and he trembled, but he couldn't control his body.

"No, no, no," the smile on Mo Wen's face became brighter, "Isn't it a pity that such a beautiful beauty died?" I'm looking forward to what the famous Bei Qiao Feng will look like when he sees that his beloved woman has become a wife and a mother, and I think it's funny to think about it. ”

"Whore, you kill me!" Azhu's eyes were red, and his voice was full of despair and horror.

Mo Wen shook his head, one hand wandered around Azhu's body, took advantage of it, let her go, and then said with a smile: "Beauty, you go back first, for the husband, I will study the cheats you brought, and then I will teach you to do some happy things when I have the opportunity in the future." ”

There was a dead silence in Ah Zhu's eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

Looking at Azhu's lonely and sad back that was gradually moving away, Mo Wen fell into deep thought.

How long can a person's feelings last? Ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years? Whether it is hate or love, can a person really maintain his original feelings after getting along with each other every day?

He was very curious if Azhu would hate himself as much as he did today a hundred years later, and if he didn't, would he be able to rely on time to win over his subordinates little by little in the future and elevate them all to the level of the slavery contract, after all, a simple slavery contract would not help him much.

But after thinking about it, he put this matter aside again, after all, there is still a long time in this world, so there is no need to worry.

With his eyes deflected, Mo Wen looked at another secret book on the table, the Shaolin Temple's Zhensi Sutra - Yijin Sutra.

Open the scripture book at will, and as the more pages are turned, Mo Wen's brow furrows tighter.

It's not that the words on it can't be understood, although most of the offensive magic can't be used, but the language is still working, and the obscure scriptures come to Mo Wen's mind, and he automatically understands the meaning.

However, when Mo Wen began to try to cultivate, it was normal at first, but after a while, he felt tightness in his chest and panting, and his body was extremely uncomfortable.

You must know that this Yijin Sutra is really the supreme treasure in martial arts, but the method of practice is very difficult, and it is necessary to investigate the "self-appearance, human appearance", and there is no idea of practicing martial arts in your heart. But those who practice this superior martial art must be brave and diligent in order to achieve success, and who doesn't want to get the benefits of practicing it? It is really difficult to "have no place for the heart". In the past hundreds of years in Shaolin Temple, there have been many monks who have practiced the Yijin Sutra, but they have often gained nothing from their hard work for many years.

But fortunately, Mo Wen had already prepared, and he had another way to practice the Yijin Sutra. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks thhrt for the monthly pass.