The morning dew hangs on the branches of the peach blossoms, which is extraordinarily charming.

Under the peach blossoms, the moon hazy yin has long been gone, and only Moshu is still lying there sleeping.

After an hour, Moshu was still sleeping!

Two hours, he still didn't open his eyes!

After three hours, the sun had risen in the middle, and he remained motionless!

After another quarter of an hour, he suddenly stood up, but his eyes were still not open! With his eyes closed, he walked straight towards the deep pool.

He walked to the deep pool and leaned over, as if to plant the whole person into the deep pool.

"Ah, it's so cold." Mo Shu shuddered, and suddenly sobered up.

The boundless darkness, the cold of the bones, the nightmare that can never be shaken off, Mo Shu picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, shaking his head to shake off the remaining fear in the dream.

"Who has a big dream, I know it in my life!" Moshu stretches his waist and moves his hands and feet.

Mo Shu washed up, and shouted to the moon: "Ah Hao, you got up so early again." ”

Ah Hao raised his eyebrows, early? It's still early at noon? This pig, no, the pigs of Bige can not sleep with him! The Bige Pig is an earth-based beast that sleeps for eleven months of the year, leaving one month for hunting, making it the world's sleepiest creature.

The waterfall wailed under the sword of the moon and the shadows, and from time to time there was a sound similar to a cloth being torn, close at hand, but the ink book was unmoved to wash, nonsense, if you have seen him split the waterfall backwards, and then look at the eyes, it is just a pediatric!

After washing up the ink book, I admired it with interest for a while, the mist was hazy and I couldn't see my face clearly, it was so beautiful that I couldn't help but slander: I really doubt whether he is a human being, a baby child, appeared in the peach blossom forest for no reason, not crying or making trouble, a dead face, Uncle Gou also said that he was afraid that he was reincarnated as a goblin, and sure enough, the more he grew up, the more demonic he became, alas, how could he be a man!

After eating something, Moshu leisurely leaned against the peach blossom tree by the pond and read.

"The primary talisman is five to fifteen grades, and the walker did not enter the stream before, and he is the same as the disciple is a nine-star. The way of the talisman is to use the magic method on the carrier, and it can be used after saving...... This is the first solution of the talisman. The ink book was transcribed and read silently.

This book is still quite insightful, since the ancestors of the Yin Fu Gong, 10,000 years, the Fu Gong Art continues to develop and innovate, the Fu Gong has entered the life of thousands of households, from the original monk to the common people, derived from many low-level Fu Fu, such as the flint Fu used to make fire, used to transmit the sound of the sound of the sound of the note, etc., with the birth of an enduring profession - Fu Master is also known as Fu Master.

Moshu thought about it, Moshu is now a three-star rune, his ambition is to become a runeman, but the lowest-level rune also needs a walker to cultivate, a walker, that is one in a million, the existence of the pride of the sky, Moshu looked up at the moon hazy yin, and only such an inhuman monster as a hazy can easily regard the walker as nothing.

Hey, let's read a book. Moshu shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

Shopkeeper Wang really underestimated the speed of reading ink books, but he finished reading and copying the two books in an hour, and only that strange book remained.

The cover is still blank, and the first few pages of the pages are full of unrecognizable characters, which are not at all like the words of the Five Elements Realm. The text of the Five Elements Realm, whether it is the Five Elements Text that has long been discarded, or the Dragon Script that is now prevalent, is a flowing line, without a stereotype, and the words in this book are all square square characters.

The next few pages were illustrated with some intelligible drawings, but they were either bows and arrows, or brushes, or even carriages without horses, and wooden plates with horizontal and vertical lines intertwined, on which black and white circles were scattered scattered, and I don't know what they were.

Moshu studied it for a long time and didn't come up with any tricks, looked at the time, and decided to return it.

Moshu entered Qiling City, but instead of going to the study, he turned around and walked into the alley, and walked out of the alley to take a look.

Eh, there was a mess in front of me, and the stalls on both sides of the path were scattered at the moment, and the goods were scattered all over the ground, as if they had just suffered a catastrophe, and even those vendors had disappeared.

Further on, I saw a crowded and surging crowd of people, it was the disappeared stall owners and a group of vicious ruffians and hooligans.

Mo Shu squeezed forward, just to see a scene that made people feel bloody and angry.

"You poor ghosts, if you can't pay the rent, you will honestly go to farming!" A stout reckless man, swinging a whip at the vendor who was kneeling on the ground.

"Uncle doesn't know, I have an eighty-year-old mother and nine children, all of whom watch me sell some small things to make ends meet, uncle's rent, it's not that the small ones don't want to pay, they really can't afford it!" An old vendor with a yellow face and thin muscles, half a hundred hair, and ragged clothes knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, with several blood marks on his body, and small objects scattered on the ground next to him, presumably caught when he was fleeing.

"Don't talk nonsense, either pay the money or I'll call you until you pay!" The one who spoke whipped and was about to be beaten again.

Mo Shu clenched his fists and rushed forward, his immature face flushed, and he said angrily: "In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, there is no royal law!" ”

"Hehe, Wang Fa, in Qiling City, Lao Tzu is Wang Fa!" A triumphant voice sounded, and Moshu saw that it was him again.

The one who spoke was the third young master of the city lord's family of Qiling City, called Shao Qilong, who was five big and three thick, with a hooked nose, a brocade robe but no rich posture, and he looked like a hooligan bully.

"It's you again, I haven't moved your people, don't be nosy." Shao Qilong stared at the ink book with warning eyes, and wailed in his heart: Why is this plague god again, it's easy for Lao Tzu to make some extra money, every time this plague god is bad for me.

When it comes to Shao Qilong's entanglement with Moshu, it's a long story.

It is said that when Moshu was seven years old, he went to Qiling City for the first time, and saw an evil young man, who called a group of fatherless and motherless beggars to beg along the street, and handed over all the money he had worked so hard to get to the evil young man, and he couldn't even get food and clothing back.

This scene was bumped into by the ink book full of a sense of justice, and naturally it was incumbent on him to rescue those beggars, and by the way, he beat the evil young man to cry his father and call his mother, hugging his head and running away.

After a few years, the evil young man also grew into a young man, and naturally he was also an evil young man.

He just watched a chick who sold himself into slavery look smart, and wanted to buy it back to be a warming girl, God is pitiful, he really gave money! Isn't a crystal bead money!

But he met the righteous boy again, this time he thought that he had brought a master guard, and was about to avenge the last arrow, but there was a Miss Han who intervened sideways, and sure enough, it was the end of the fart.

Again, I can't remember whether it was molesting a woman from a good family or blackmailing a merchant, in short, it was planted in the hands of Moshu again and again.

Needless to say, that evil young man is Shao Qilong.

In a word, Shao Qilong has a bitter hatred for Moshu.

Shao Qilong remembered in his heart that a few months ago, his father learned that he had offended Miss Han, and he was beaten viciously, and his buttocks still hurt faintly.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. Our generation is upright, how can we indulge in evil deeds! Mo Shu's immature face was full of righteous and awe-inspiring looks, and when he was reciting the righteous song, the strange book in his arms suddenly flashed a faint light.

Shao Qilong's subordinates looked dazed, scratched their heads, turned their heads and asked, "Boss, this kid is stupid, it's a mess." ”

"Uh, maybe you're saying it's a nice day, right?" Shao Qilong was also at a loss.

Mo Shu said solemnly: "To put it simply, you bastards! Specializing in bullying widows and orphans, how can I sit idly by. ”

Shao Qilong realized that he had been tricked, and he was annoyed and angry: "Moshu, don't give you a shame, do you think I'm really afraid of you?" It's just to see that you are pitiful, and I don't care about you. ”

Shao Qilong's eyebrows were hideous, and he stared at Moshu murderously: "You really don't leave?" If you don't go, I'll fight with you! ”

"The husband is poor and lowly and can't be moved, and the mighty can't be bent, I will never leave! I can't beat you, but even if the corpse is here, I won't take a step back! Mo Shu stood tall in front of a group of vendors, his body was small but he stood up to the sky, and his words were even louder.

As soon as the vendor was grateful, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old peddler stepped forward, stood side by side with Moshu, and whispered, "Childe is still so righteous!" ”

"If you can't talk about righteousness, the road is uneven, how can you sit idly by!" Mo Shu also whispered: "I didn't expect him to dare to do it,"

Over there, Shao Qilong was furious and shouted again: "The surname is Mo, are you really not leaving?" ”

Moshu was not afraid: "Don't go!" ”

Shao Qilong glanced at him fiercely, and the reckless man with the whip understood, and threw the whip with a cruel smile: "If you don't leave, then the master will entertain you well." ”

"Childe be careful."

Moshu watched the whip fall, but with so many people behind him, how could he hide, Moshu grabbed it with one hand and grabbed it right, but this reckless man's strength was so great, how could Moshu be able to resist it, just as soon as he touched it, Moshu's palm had a thick red whip mark.

This reckless man, seeing that the whip was caught, was even angrier in his heart, and secretly exercised his skills, poured spiritual power into the whip, and raised the whip again, the whip roared, if this whip is solid, I am afraid that it will either be injured or disabled.

But Moshu still stood in place without dodging, glaring angrily at Shao Qilong, as if time had slowed down, watching the whip get closer and closer.

Many people closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the bloody scene next.

Seeing that the whip was about to hit Moshu's body, there was an additional figure in front of Moshu's body.