The tall water gate opened, and the continuous large ship put away its sails and entered the final destination of the trip, Wuchang.

"Where are you going to start?"

Bai Gongzi relinquished the lead in this matter, although Mo Yi didn't know what she was thinking, but this was the best result, even if he was already an ink person, Bai Gongzi was still a master eater who could get out of control at any time.

"There are a few disciples of the Mo family in Wuchang City, I'll go and ask how the situation is first, you guys can enter the city as usual. ”

Bai Gongzi nodded: "Why don't you go and meet the head of the city first?"

"No, I'm still white, and after the official face, I went to see him as the emperor's private capacity, so it was more convenient to speak. ”

Mo Yi had nothing to say to anyone, and he didn't mind telling these plans in front of Bai Gongzi.

"So, I'll go and meet the boat gang and the beggars in the city, and with them, at least there won't be any imps pestering them. ”

Mo nodded, jumped off the deck, skimmed the river, and jumped onto the shore.

No one noticed him, and all eyes were drawn to the huge fleet, and passers-by on the shore stopped and pointed at the high masts of the ship, their faces full of excitement and curiosity.

Winding through the path by the water, turning a few intersections, entering an alley, stopping in front of the fourth gate from the entrance, Moichi stretched out his right hand.

His hand was on the door, but he didn't push it open.

Something is wrong.

If it was before, there were already Mo family disciples behind the door who spoke, but there was silence in Mo Yi's ears.

He pushed the door open.

A crimson and almost black streak of blood, like a spreading stream of water, flowed out of the house a few steps away, down a few steps, and extended to Mo Yi's feet, and the starting point of this blood streak was the chest of a corpse lying on its back on the threshold.

It was a ferocious wound that pierced the heart and shattered almost the entire chest.

The ink hand rests on the hilt of the sword.

It wasn't the first time he had seen a Mo family disciple die, but every time, he would feel the same way.

Moyi wants to kill someone.

He looked up and swept his gaze over the courtyard wall to the right.

Glance.

The murderer tumbled in through the wall, and when he fell to the ground, he disappeared without anyone in the house, and then the murderer walked to the door and stood there, waiting.

Then, one of the people in the house opened the door.

In the next instant, the person who opened the door turned into a corpse.

Mo Yi jumped lightly and went up to the wall.

The murderer was extremely skilled, but not higher than Mo Yi, so the flaws left behind were obvious in his eyes.

Mo Yi ran wildly on the roof.

He did not suppress the killing intent in his heart, the person who killed the ink man would definitely die at the hands of the ink man, this was the way of heaven.

After crossing three streets, Mo Yi finally found himself standing in front of the official school.

He walked in.

Two Confucian disciples greeted him.

"I want to meet the murderer of the Mo family's disciples. ”

The two Confucian disciples laughed.

Mo Yi bypassed the two and walked into the official school.

Behind a small bridge was an auditorium, and then a bamboo grove, where Mo Yi stopped.

"You killed someone?"

"You want to know what they said before they died......"

The Confucian disciple hadn't finished his sentence, and Mo Yi's sword had already pierced his chest.

The power gushed out of the wound with blood, and he tried to breathe, only to find that air was leaking out of the wound, and he could not take that last breath.

"The disciples of the Mo family will not say anything before they die. ”

Mo put away his sword, turned around, and strode away, blood slowly spreading like flowing water behind him.

......

"The beggars are all over the north and south, the chief helm of Wuchang lives in the world, several elders are all masters, but they don't want to die in one day, the so-called troubled times, human life is like a fluttering tent, I don't know the north and south, it makes people feel emotional......"

Hei San stood behind Bai Gongzi and didn't say a word, only Wei Wei.

Human life is like a fluttering tent is a very famous sentence, from an unknown genius wrote a play, that opera is widely loved, the essence of this sentence has become a famous sentence, the full sentence is: "In the troubled times, human life is like a fluttering tent, I don't know the north and the south, it is difficult to distinguish between the west and the east, but I want to love, and I have peace with the land." ”

An interesting subordinate should show surprise and admiration at the right time when his boss shows his knowledge, as well as the same interest, but Hei San really doesn't know how to speak. First, before this incident, Bai Gongzi warned the beggars and the boat gang in the city, fearing that disaster was coming, the boat gang obeyed their words and survived, and the beggar gang was just unkind, one step slower, and ended up like this. The two, this sentence is received at the end, it is the meaning of the love of children, with his position in front of Bai Gongzi, it is really embarrassing.

"Mo Yi should come back," Bai Gongzi turned and walked towards the exit of the alley, "You go and contact the boat gang in the city, I have something for you to do." ”

Hei San bowed in agreement.

Leaving the alley and bypassing a few intersections, Bai Gongzi returned to the water's edge, where Mo Yi had already arrived.

He was attached to the water's edge, washing his sword with the water of the river.

"Good sword. ”

"Do you say that because you smell blood?"

"It's because I see what is right. ”

"As you expected, is there the blood of my Mo family disciple?"

Mo Yi slowly got up and returned the long sword to its scabbard.

"Yes, rivers of blood. ”

"This will happen," Mo Yi took a deep breath, "otherwise everything will be over." ”

"Good. ”

Bai Gongzi didn't say anything, she jumped back to the bow of the boat, and when she was on the river, she was dressed in white and the wind was like shooting immortals.

"The man who went to see the bookkeeper of the city has returned. ”

An inkman greeted him, and the big ship at the front of the fleet had arrived at the dock and began to unload its contents, and everyone began to get busy.

"Okay," Mo Yi thought for a moment, "let him come to me." ”

It was a demon clan, but he was absolutely loyal to the golden bloodline, and coupled with the residual power of Cha Khan, he was willing to deign to do things under Mo's hand.

His meeting with the chief officials in the city was very pleasant, and Mo Yi felt that it was time to meet the demon clan who listened to the emperor.

"Look at the good things, wait for me to come back. ”

Time was of the essence, Mo Yi was not prepared to waste time, and for an obedient eunuch, a visit from the emperor's cronies should always be a happy event.

Wuchang's official office was very high-spirited, and as soon as Mo reported his name, he soon saw the master book laughing and ran out.

"Please, please, please!"

Mo Yi smiled and followed behind the official, walked into the official office, and sat down in a quiet room in a side room.

"If Mr. can visit, Peng Shen is shining, Peng Wan is shining!"

Although Mo Yi felt that the enthusiasm of the main book was a little excessive, it was a good thing after all, so he smiled.

"This time, I will listen to Mr. in everything, do things for Your Majesty, do your best, and die!"