"Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei, Aunt Mei?"

Mu Changli repeatedly dialed the phone that had been hung up, trying to finish what he hadn't said just now. But no matter if you dial 30 or 50 times, there will always be a busy tone coming from the earpiece. Only then did he realize that Aunt Mei would not give him any other answers.

Finished.

If time could be reclocked, Mu Changli would rather he had never made this call. At least Aunt Mei won't get the news immediately, and the buffer period she estimated is still there, maybe she can come up with a new way...... But it's all over now.

It seems that I really don't know enough about Aunt Mei, and I forgot that she is the head of the family of "Xiangzhong Mei" after all, and she is the head of the Meishan Sect in Xiangzhong. Her own little thing is insignificant to her, even if she kills people, it is no different from grass mustard.

What to do...... What should I do now...... Don't say it's Aunt Mei, even if the Tsing Yi monk mobilizes people, he will definitely not be able to stop it...... It is likely that Aunt Mei is already talking to the Tsing Yi layman at this time. No, the other party may not know what he has done during this time, the Dingyuan Tang family has a big business, and it is impossible to find out the problem from so many people in a day or two, at least two or three days......

But even if it's two or three days, there's nothing I can do!

The most I can invite is only Xia Yangqiu and Qian Shichang, the two directors - in fact, the relationship between everyone is not so good that much, and the ones who are really familiar with it are Chen Yunhe and Hou Qing. But the social energy of the Tsing Yi layman is obviously much greater than his own, and everyone loses no matter what they say about the backstage. It's easy to say if you are more familiar with Qingtangtang, but with the relationship between the two, let the Qing family come to the magic capital to mobilize contacts to protect a few people who have no direct relationship with Qingtangtang himself - is this possible?

Mu Changli was already sweating profusely, he had never hated his weakness and powerlessness so much - although he despised the Nine Thorns family lineage and vision and strength in his heart, but in the end, he found that he had not been able to get out of this category after all. In the face of true strength, he was no different from the seven-year-old child who stood alone on the mourning hall and clenched his fists.

If this continues, the monks in Tsing Yi will definitely attack Wen Lingwu and them, but they can't do anything about it. Maybe many years later, after successfully trying to get the courage of lying on the salary, he was finally able to bring the Tsing Yi layman to justice and burn a stick of incense for Wen Lingwu, who was already missing, which could be regarded as a psychological comfort for himself. But in this way, isn't it equivalent to watching Wen Lingwu and them die?

What am I going to do...... Sister......

"Chang Li?"

The familiar voice in his memory suddenly appeared in Mu Changli's ears, and his body couldn't help but shake. Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently made another call, a call that he knew the number but never made once.

Mu Changli opened his mouth several times in a row, but he couldn't make any sound in his mouth. He didn't know how to say it, how to explain why he was calling. The thousand words in his heart converged into his mouth, and in the end he only made a trembling voice:

"Sister......

"Is something wrong?" Hearing Mu Changli's voice, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to confirm something, and his voice quickly softened, "Don't be afraid, speak slowly, there's nothing to be afraid of." ”

Under this soft tone, Mu Changli's mood really calmed down. That's right, what's there to be afraid of? I got into trouble before, and my dad is here. Daddy wants to beat himself, isn't there still a sister?

"It's a ...... Something troublesome. Mu Changli hid the names of the specific characters, and explained the relationship between the characters clearly in a few words, "I...... I probably can't think of any other way, I can't do anything with them, and I can't find conclusive evidence. ”

"So do you want me to do it?"

Mu Changli's heart immediately lifted, indeed, this is a good way. Even if Aunt Mei and the Tsing Yi layman are added together, it is impossible to match the weight of my sister. But in a blink of an eye, he thought that there was obviously a huge force behind Aunt Mei and the monk in Tsing Yi, and he couldn't just rashly use this layer of relationship that was hard to hide.

"That's ...... Need not. Mu Changli said with great difficulty, "I'm just ...... Just wondering, what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Why are you asking me?" asked my sister, puzzled, "that kind of thing should be asked of yourself." ”

"Me?"

"Yes, you. My sister affirmed, "Changli, why do you want to learn spells?"

Mu Changli was stunned, and suddenly, he seemed to smell a sweet smell of camellia in his nose.

......

It's February, and the tea bushes are already in full bloom. Red, yellow, purple, white, overlapping petals color the neighborhood.

In the middle of the trees, a large net was erected, and countless long knives hung from the bottom of the net, swaying in the wind, and the blades of the forest made people feel cold. But in the gap between the sword nets, there stood a child and a girl, both of whom were wearing black practice clothes, and there were thorn lines outlined by gold threads on their shoulders.

Facing the child who was holding her breath and concentrating, the girl said softly: "Our Mu family in southern Yunnan has two peerless schools, both of which come from Zhang Zu of Wudang Mountain. In fact, Ancestor Wenying did not have any friendship with Zhang Zu, but he had a very good relationship with Prince Yiwen, and he was in charge of the Shenji Camp. Therefore, Emperor Hongwu asked Zhang Zu for personal favors and taught him boxing techniques and the "Great Fire Dragon Sutra", hoping that he could assist Prince Yiwen like Mr. Berwyn and King Zhongshan assisted himself.

"You are also a man of the Mu family, and these two mastery courses are to be learned. However, my qualifications are not good, and I can't practice the "Great Fire Dragon Sutra" like Brother Kong Jue and Second Brother Tu Nan, so I can only practice boxing hard. ”

"There's nothing like that. The child shook his head vigorously, "My sister is also very powerful." ”

The girl shook her head slightly: "You'll know in the future...... Today we will not talk about this. Before I teach you boxing, I'm going to ask you a question: Why do you want to learn spells?"

"Ah, I know this question, in the traditional Xianxia, the beginner will ask why the beginner disciple wants to cultivate!" the child said excitedly, he saw the girl frown, immediately shrunk his neck, and stuck out his tongue, "I'm honest, it's not good...... I think Daddy is amazing. Although I haven't received any major medals and commendations over the years, it doesn't the book say that those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements, and those who can always prevent problems before they occur and solve them smoothly are really remarkable.

"But the eldest brother and the second brother are also very powerful, and they have all taken credit before graduating from the art school...... I want to be like them in the future and make one that will be useful to the country...... Honest and loyal people. ”

Hearing the child's immature narration, the corner of the girl's mouth couldn't help but show a smile: "That's going to be hard." ”

"I'm not afraid!" said the child with confidence.

"That's good. The girl put away her smile and raised her hands at the same time, motioning for the child to imitate her movements. It's just that as her arm is raised, the long knife that blows off is getting closer and closer to her arm. Because of the extreme casual way she stood, when her arm was raised, the swaying blade was only five or six centimeters away from her arm.

Seeing this scene, the child couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Although he was short in height, even if his arm was raised, it was impossible to really touch the tip of the knife, but he still subconsciously hesitated.

"As I said, it's a hard work. The girl said lightly.

Hearing this, the child finally stopped hesitating, but made up his mind and raised his arm against the knife net.

......

"I'm ......" Mu Changli stared at his flat palm, "I'm here to ...... In order to ......"

To take revenge on the Nine Thorns family?

To protect Lanf?

In order to get my sister back?

No.

"I'm here to be an amazing guy like my dad. ”

As soon as these words came out, Mu Changli felt that the confusion in his heart was like a dazzling bubble in the sun, bursting suddenly.

That's right, that's what I was all about. What are the rules of the rivers and lakes, fighting openly and secretly, it has nothing to do with me.

"It's good if you can remember. My sister said softly, "I can probably guess who has influenced your style over the years, but they have their own methods, and we have our methods." ”

"That's right. Feeling the sunshine shining above his head, Mu Changli felt that his six senses were unprecedentedly clear, and the beads of sweat on his forehead disappeared at some point, he clenched his fists hard, and waved it vigorously as if he wanted to penetrate the sky, "The 'Yunnan Mu' who opened up territory for the country and the border is not a person from the road, and there is no need to worry about anything when encountering this kind of obstacle."

"Thank you, sister. Also, I haven't been able to give you a birthday for so many years, so I will definitely make up for it next year. ”

“...... Why did you go earlier? Hearing Mu Changli's answer, my sister hung up the phone. She already knew in her heart that Mu Changli didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Looking at the smile that couldn't help but appear on the corner of her sister's mouth, the Taoist priest sitting in front of her asked suspiciously, "Did anything good happen?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just a little housework. My sister quickly adjusted her expression and said with a little apology, "I'm really sorry, please continue." ”

However, the Taoist priest did not mean to continue, but nodded with interest: "Housework, I see, do you need me to help?"

My sister shook her head quickly, and even showed a little panic on her face: "It's just some private things that can't be put on the table, and I don't dare to ask you to do it." ”

"Since it's a private matter that can't be put on the table, it's even more effortless to make a move. The Taoist priest stretched out his hand and swiped at random on the table, and the table top of the mahogany rippled like the surface of the water, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a map of the magic capital, "Brother Huchen took care of me a lot back then, but I couldn't do anything for you behind him, and I owe ...... something."

"That's what I voluntarily refused. My sister said calmly.

The Taoist priest looked at her and nodded after a moment: "If you need help again, just say it." Although there are not many people in Longhu Mountain, they can all use it. So for now, go ahead. ”