It is unbearable to have red leaves and moss, and it is a cool breeze and a rainy day.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

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This is Shen Qianmo's first autumn in Dasheng. Autumn is known as a leaf falls, and the weather in Shengjing City in early autumn has become cooler.

The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The ten-mile long pavilion outside the city, the fallen leaves are flying, the autumn wind is gusting, and it shows a bit of depression for no reason.

Autumn was as cool as water, and it was rainy for several days, sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Shen Qianmo obviously felt a few wisps of coldness.

A plain satin cloak was lightly draped over the back, driving away the coolness.

She turned her head and stared at Meng Yuanheng gently.

"Mo'er, be careful of catching a cold." He took her hands and whispered softly.

Shen Qianmo smiled gently, shook his ten fingers, rubbed his thumb on his palm, and whispered shallowly. "It seems that Mr. Situ's antidote is very effective, and your hands are not as cold as before."

If this process is followed, in more than two months, Meng Yuanheng's cold poison can be completely cured.

The two were whispering, and Changdong reported outside the pavilion: "Master, princess, Elder Mo, they have arrived." ”

Meng Yuanheng's face froze, Shen Qianmo patted the back of his hand, stood up, pushed his wheelchair, and slowly walked out of the pavilion.

On the avenue ahead, a mighty team of people and horses was marching towards the ten-mile long pavilion.

At the front of the team was the official of the Criminal Department led by Lu Ziqing, and there were about more than ten people in the group.

Dressed in official uniform, Lu Ziqing, who was solemn and dignified, rode a high-headed horse and was at the forefront of the team.

Walking to the ten-mile long pavilion, he saw that Shen Qianmo and Meng Yuanheng were already waiting outside the pavilion, he raised his hand to signal, and the team behind him stopped.

Lu Ziqing jumped off the horse, his movements were elegant and chic, and then he stepped forward and bowed to Meng Yuanheng.

"Xia Guan has seen Lord Xuan."

Meng Yuanheng's expression was cold, but he snorted coldly in his nostrils and didn't pay attention to him. Since he knew that Lu Ziqing also had a bad idea for Shen Qianmo, he had never given Lu Ziqing a good look.

Shen Qianmo glanced at him helplessly, this guy's stinky temper really made her speechless.

Seeing that there was no way to go on like this, she could only speak out to resolve this embarrassing situation. "Lord Lu, thank you for your careful arrangements for today's farewell."

"With a gesture, why bother, you don't have to be so polite."

The case in Guanjia Village has not yet captured the real murderer, and he doesn't want to implicate Mo Qingshan and the entire Mo family because of this, and Lu Ziqing's heart is also uncomfortable.

Although Shen Qianmo saved Mo Qingshan's life with the death-free gold medal, Emperor Mingde was angry, so he was willing to let go of the Mo family easily. After Shen Qianmo rescued Mo Qingshan in Yulinwei Prison, Emperor Mingde issued a holy decree.

The Mo family adopted the remnants of the previous dynasty, and privately hid the royal tokens of the previous dynasty, and should be punished with capital punishment, although there is a gold medal to save his life, but the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime is inescapable.

There are a total of eighty-three members of the Mo family, and today is the day when Mo Qingshan and the Mo family leave the capital to distribute the deserted city. Shen Qianmo agreed with Lu Ziqing early on that in the ten-mile long pavilion outside the city, she and Meng Yuanheng would see off the Mo family.

Lu Ziqing specially prepared a carriage for several older Mo family members, although the conditions were extremely simple, but it was better than taking a prisoner's car. Although the rest of the Mo family had no carriage to sit in, Lu Ziqing only ordered someone to put handcuffs and shackles on them, not the heavy shackles. In this way, the long journey of exile can finally be a little easier.

At this time, Mo Qingshan and the other three Mo family members sitting in the carriage had already lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. They also had shackles on their hands and feet.

Shen Qianmo pushed Meng Yuanheng forward and came to Mo Qingshan.

"Father-in-law." The two shouted in unison.

Mo Qingshan bowed slightly, his clear face became thinner due to this sudden change, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

As the head of the Mo family, he has experienced countless storms and waves, and has already practiced the ability to collapse Mount Tai in the past.

When he adopted Yin Zhan back then, he didn't fail to consider today's worst-case scenario. But he didn't regret it. Seeing death and not saving is not his principle of life, if he is asked to do it all over again, he will still make the same choice.

It's just that because of his own benevolence, even the Mo family was exiled to the barren land of the deserted city, and he had to leave his hometown and stay away from his homeland for generations.

After sighing secretly, Mo Qingshan introduced the other three Mo family elders to Shen Qianmo and Meng Yuanheng one by one.

One of them has a long face and a black beard, and his body is taller than Mo Qingshan, he is Mo Qingshan's cousin, and the other two oldest are both white-bearded and white-haired, but they are wise men with strong spirits and fairy wind bones, they are Mo Qingshan's uncle, and Shen Qianmo has to call him "uncle".

And Mo Qingshan's own family, since Mo Yan's death 7 years ago, he is the only one left.

As the first door in the world, although there are many capable people under the door, and the people are all over the world, the Mo family is actually not prosperous, and there are faint signs of decay in recent years. Of the eighty-three members of the Mo family distributed today, half of them are those who are unwilling to leave the Mo family and swear to follow them, and there are not many real Mo families.

The ancestral road is set up, and it is normal for people to do so. With Lu Ziqing's permission, the officials of the Criminal Department opened the handcuffs and shackles for Mo Qingshan and the other three Mo family elders, and the four of them followed Shen Qianmo and Meng Yuanheng into the pavilion and sat on the stone bench.

Shen Qianmo poured the wine glasses in front of Mo Qingshan and the three Mo family elders one by one, and also poured them for Meng Yuanheng and himself, then picked up the wine glasses and said: "Father-in-law, Uncle Mo, two uncles, this journey is long and difficult, Mo'er wishes you all the way safely and smoothly arrived." ”

Meng Yuanheng can't drink alcohol easily because of the treatment of cold poison, but at this moment, how can he be without alcohol?

Since this wine was poured by Mo'er for herself, she must have meant the same thing, so she can drink it boldly and with confidence.

He raised his glass, his voice equally low. "Father-in-law, everyone, take care all the way."

Meng Yuanheng is not a person of many words, and the farewell words at this moment are the same, which are very concise and to the point.

Several people drank the wine in their glasses.

Mo Qingshan drank the wine in his cup, exchanged a meaningful look with several other Mo family elders, and then said solemnly to Shen Qianmo: "Mo'er, come here." ”

Shen Qianmo saw that he looked solemn, as if he had something important to support, he didn't dare to slack off, so he immediately got up and came to stand in front of him according to his words.

"What does my father-in-law command?" She asked, looking down.

But I saw Mo Qingshan take out a black token from his arms and said solemnly to Shen Qianmo: "Kneel." ”

Shen Qianmo looked up at him in confusion, and after seeing the black token in his hand, although she didn't know what it was, but looking at the solemn expressions of Mo Qingshan and several other elders, she suddenly felt a nameless pressure.

Since Mo Qingshan is her father-in-law, it is only natural for her to kneel to him.

Shen Qianmo obediently knelt down in front of him, bowing her head and waiting.

Mo Qingshan held the black token in his hand, and said in a serious tone: "Mo'er, this Mozi Order was made by the first head of my Mo family, and it has been kept by the supreme deacon of the Mo family for generations, so as to order the people of the Mo family in the world." Today, the righteous father has passed this order on to you, hoping that you can make good use of it and rule the people of Momen. ”

Mozi Ling? She once heard Meng Yuanheng mention that this Mozi Order is a token of the head of the Mo Sect, and seeing this order is like seeing the head of the Mo family, with which she can order the Mo family people all over the world. Since the first head of the Momen Immortal left, because the position of the head of the Momen has been vacant, this token has been kept by the successive elders.

But now, Mo Qingshan actually wants to pass on the Mozi Order to himself? Shen Qianmo raised her head in astonishment and glanced at Meng Yuanheng, as if she was a little incredulous.

Meng Yuanheng's usually cold and handsome face was also a little moved. He used to be a native of Momen, so he naturally knew the weight of this token. Now that Mo Qingshan has passed the token to Shen Qianmo, it is equivalent to entrusting the entire Momen to her.

"Father-in-law, how can Mo'er be virtuous, I really don't dare to accept this order." Shen Qianmo was really a little frightened in her heart, so she didn't dare to accept this Mozi order easily.

"Qingshan will not be wrong, now that he has decided to pass on this order to you, he must believe that you can take on this important responsibility, and I hope that Princess Xuan will not shirk in the future." On the side, Mo Qingshan's cousin persuaded him.

The two uncles also nodded, obviously having no opinion on Mo Qingshan's decision.

But Shen Qianmo still hesitated. It's not that she's afraid of trouble, she's just that she's not up to the task. Although she is not a person who is arrogant, but after all, Momen is the first door in the world, how can she command the world's heroes?

"Mo'er, the Mo family can fall, but the Mo family can't be dispersed. The righteous father is far away in the deserted city, and it is useless for this token to stay with me, and the life of the righteous father was exchanged for the gold medal of avoiding death, and now I pass on the Mozi Order to you, I believe that no one in the Momen will be unconvinced. Since you call me a righteous father, you can naturally be regarded as half of the Mo family, can you bear to watch the Mo Sect fall apart, so that your father-in-law will have no face to face the ancestors of the Mo family after his death? ”

Since Mo Qingshan had said everything to this, Shen Qianmo felt that it seemed a little unreasonable for him to excuse himself. She has never been a hypocritical person, and after having a plan in her heart, she decided to accept it calmly.

She stretched out her hands and solemnly took the heavy black token.

This ink order is only the size of Shen Qianmo's stretched palm, made of black gold, pure texture, smooth feel, except for the token front engraved with a traditional "ink" word, there are no other patterns and textures, showing a low-key **solemn feeling.

"Mo'er obeys the order of her father-in-law, and I will do my best in the future to make good use of this order and live up to her father's trust."

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. There is only a lot of parting in life, and a pot of turbid wine is full of joy.

The Mo family is a martial arts family, and everyone in the Mo family is a heroic and straightforward person, and the farewell scene does not see too much sadness.

Lu Ziqing gave an order, and the escort team continued to set off, and on the ancient road outside the city, horses' hooves neighed, raising dust in the sky.

In the autumn wind of hunting, Shen Qianmo stood quietly outside the pavilion, watching the Mo family's team gradually disappear from sight, and for a while he only felt that the Mozi Ling in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

After many years, thousands of mountains and rivers, I don't know when we will meet again.

"Mo'er." Meng Yuanheng's familiar whisper came from his ears.

She crouched down and made eye contact with him. He raised his hand to caress her cheeks, which were a little red from the wind, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes by the way.

"Mo'er, don't be sad."

"Hmm." Shen Qianmo sniffed, nodded, and lay on his knees obediently, "It's just that I'm blinded by the wind, it's okay." ”

The evening breeze blows, the sunset sinks in the west, the quiet ancient road, the secluded long pavilion, and only Shen Qianmo and Meng Yuanheng are left clinging to each other.