After the tension, there is a slight transition in this chapter, so I will send more Braille to everyone. 3

Before dawn, Mo Lin returned to the village, his body was far from recovering, thanks to Zhu Pingman's use of spiritual energy, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to walk.

Walking into the house, Mo Lin collapsed on the bed in a gloomy manner, panting heavily. It was a miracle that he had endured unimaginable trials that night, and that he was able to survive.

"Boss, you need to get some rest now." Xiaobai got out of Mo Lin's arms, turned around with a thief's eyebrows, and found no trace of food, so he slipped to the front of the bed stupidly.

Mo Lin let out an "um", his voice was already faint, but he had fallen into a deep sleep for a moment - he was too tired.

I slept so well that I didn't even have a dream. slept from the twilight of the sky until noon, and the knock on the door woke Mo Lin from his sleep.

"Mo Lin! Are you at home? Limbo's voice rang out outside the door.

Mo Lin got up from the bed, his body had a little strength, he glanced at Xiao Bai, who was also woken up, Xiao Bai reluctantly climbed out of the warm quilt and slipped under the bed.

Opened the door, and a cold air poured into the door, and Mo Lin couldn't help but shiver. Lin Bo and He Xiaogong stood at the door, their faces full of joy as soon as they saw Mo Lin's appearance.

"Mo Lin, why is your face so bad?" Lin Bo said in surprise.

When the two entered the door, the first thing they did was to touch Mo Lin's forehead with their hands.

"It's so hot, you must have a fever." Lin Bo said, "Why did you get sick when you just came back?" ”

"Maybe it's because the journey is too tiring." Mo Lin said.

"Go to bed, I'll get some medicine for you." Lin Bo and He Xiaogong helped Mo Lin to lie down on the bed, and He Xiaogong went out to grab the medicine.

"I wanted to play with you, but I didn't expect you to be sick, so I can only wait until you recover from your illness." Lin Bo helped Mo Lin put the quilt in place, and was busy filling the stove with firewood. Mo Lin looked at him sweating busyly, and his heart was warm.

After a busy day, Lin Bo sat down in front of the bed again, touched Mo Lin's forehead and compared it with his own, and said thoughtfully: "It's much better." ”

After a while, He Xiaogong also came back, he and Lin Bo clumsily fried the medicine and forced Mo Lin to pour it.

Knowing that it was because of the sequelae after the battle with the Dragon Soul and not some cold and fever, Mo Lin couldn't waste the kindness of his two friends, so he could only pour the bitter medicine soup into his stomach.

After drinking the medicine, He Xiaogong got some more food, and Mo Lin felt a lot more comfortable after eating, and his body also had a little strength.

"Mr. Mozhou also told you to go to the store in the afternoon, but you better rest well and recover before you go." He Xiaogong sighed.

"Is the cotton iron ready?" Mo Lin remembered something and asked hurriedly.

"There are still a few processes left, about a month." Lin Bodao, he and He Xiaogong said a word, and Mo Lin also knew a lot of progress.

The two of them had to help Mo Zhou do things in the afternoon, and they took care of Mo Lin for a while before leaving. Mo Lin fell asleep again, and after lying on the bed for more than ten days in a row, his body slowly recovered.

Luo Qianqian only learned that Mo Lin was "sick" the next day, and she happened to have no task for the New Year, so she came to take care of Mo Lin every day, and fed Mo Lin spoonful by spoonful with the meals prepared by Aunt Luo in the morning, noon and evening.

After the relationship between the two has gone through a military journey, it has entered the stage where silence is better than sound. Although it is impossible to always have the opportunity to kiss Luo Qianqian, holding hands is already commonplace. At first, Luo Qianqian would be shy to break free, and slowly got used to being held by Mo Lin and listening to stories.

Although he enjoyed the treatment of opening his mouth with food, and was accompanied by beauties every day, Mo Lin did not delay his cultivation. As soon as Mooladhara's reaction was a little bit, he began to restorative cultivation, and when he encountered difficulties, he asked Xiaobai. Xiao Bai, who was raised by the delicious meal and began to grow fat, did not hesitate to give advice, and soon Mo Lin returned to his previous spiritual energy level.

Sending off Luo Qianqian this night, Xiao Bai slipped out from under the bed, picked up the roast chicken leg that Mo Lin secretly left for him and gnawed it happily, Mo Lin sat cross-legged on the bed and ran the spiritual energy again, making sure that the body had completely recovered to the previous level.

"Xiaobai, let's go see grandpa at night. 3" Mo Lin said. Since awakening the dragon soul, he has been recuperating at home, and he misses Zhu Pingman a little.

Xiaobai shook his head: "Those shadows haven't left yet." ”

Mo Lin's heart was cold, since he "recuperated", Xiaobai found that there were several dark departments monitoring the neighborhood day and night.

This undoubtedly represents the attitude of the ink masters, who are still a little distrustful of Mo Lin. Mo Lin could only be glad that he was not monitored on the day he awakened the dragon soul, otherwise he would have to escape from the village to save his life.

"How long will it take?" Mo Lin opened the window in distress, pretending to take a breath of fresh air, but his eyes swept over instantly, hoping to find the figure of the dark part.

It's a pity that the shadows are just like their names, and unless they appear on their own, there is no way to find their traces.

It had just snowed outside, and it was snow-white. And within Mo Lin's field of vision, many houses are hung with red lanterns in front of them, adding a bit of festive atmosphere to the white village.

"It's almost the New Year." Mo Lin sighed. During the Chinese New Year last year, he made colorful lanterns with Lin Bo and He Xiaogong, and went to the central square to have a snowball fight. A year has passed in the blink of an eye, and he has changed from a naïve intern craftsman to the inheritor of the power of the dragon soul, and his fate is really embarrassing.

"It's a good New Year." Xiaobai Meizizi's way. These days, in addition to eating and drinking the meals cooked by Aunt Luo, it often sneaks out to collect the New Year's goods prepared by the villagers, and from time to time it can bring back a piece of bacon or a whole roast chicken.

"The day before yesterday, Qianqian said that there have been a lot of traps in the village recently, and you have to be careful to catch weasels who steal things." Mo Lin looked at Xiaobai in distress, feeling that it had gained a whole circle.

"Can those gadgets trap me......" Bai snorted, but then he screamed angrily, "I'm not a weasel!" ”

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"The New Year is here, Happy New Year, light up the lantern and run the ......"

A group of children took the colorful lanterns in Mo Lin's hand and ran out excitedly. One by one, they lifted the lanterns, and their faces were full of festive joy.

Xiaobai poked his head out of Mo Lin's arms, sniffed, swished out, and disappeared with a sentence of "I'm going to find something to eat".

Mo Lin couldn't do anything about this gluttonous guy at all, he could only watch it jump into the darkness, and he didn't know which kitchen was going to be unlucky.

"Mo Lin!" Luo Qianqian's voice sounded behind her.

Mo Lin looked back and couldn't help but light up.

Luo Qianqian is always dressed in black linen, but today she is wearing a pink jacket, although the style is also the usual simplicity of the ink artist, it is a rare bright color. She also carried a pink lantern in her hand, and the ghostly light reflected on her pretty face, which was even more delicate.

"Why are you dressed so pretty?" Mo Lin's heart was turbulent when he saw it, stepped forward to take Luo Qianqian's hand, and asked softly.

"Eighteen years old......" Luo Qianqian's voice was as small as a mosquito.

Mo Lin suddenly realized that eighteen years old is the age at which the coming-of-age ceremony is held. According to the custom of Moshi Village, the mother would make three sets of beautiful clothes for her daughter at the age of eighteen, and wear them at the coming-of-age ceremony of the New Year, the beginning of spring, and her birthday.

"No wonder I haven't seen you go through it before, you're eighteen years old." Mo Lin laughed.

"Do you still think I'm a child?" Luo Qianqian snorted and twisted Mo Lin when he reached over and pulled his hand.

"It's all adults, so don't screw me anymore." Mo Lin retracted his hand in pain.

"Who told you to always move your hands and feet?" Luo Qianqian said and looked around with a weak heart, "There are so many people, you are not allowed to lead." ”

"Okay then, I'll take it when there's no one." Mo Lin said cheekily, the relationship with Luo Qianqian is constantly heating up, he is not an elm head, and he has a little understanding of the girl's mind.

"Hmph......" Luo Qianqian glared at Mo Lin, but she was still naturally next to Mo Lin's body, "Go to the square, it's about to set off fireworks." ”

"Let's go, Lin Bo and He Xiaogong should already be waiting." Mo Lin looked at the central square in the distance, which was lit up with lights and a festive atmosphere.

The two of them arrived at the square, which had become a sea of joy and boiling, with dozens of stalls serving free food and sweet water, and ten colorful lantern stands centered around the dragon slaying statue were the most popular, not only for children, but also for adults to admire the exquisite craftsmanship of the ink craftsmen.

"Mo Lin, why are you here?" Lin Bo and He Xiaogong shouted loudly from afar, and walked through the crowd to Mo Lin's side.

"Wow, Qianqian is so beautiful today." Seeing Luo Qianqian's new clothes, Lin Bo and He Xiaogong were also dazzled.

The crowd was bustling, and there were many young girls, but when it came to being beautiful and generous, Luo Qianqian was definitely the first. Seeing Mo Lin standing with Luo Qianqian, many people's eyes showed envy.

"Qianqian, you're here too." With a few girlish screams, Yang Li appeared out of nowhere. He had a usual calm and calm face, but Mo Lin felt that the aura on his body fluctuated strangely, and he seemed to be a little unstable.

"Yes, of course you have to come to the square to watch the fireworks during the New Year, are you alone, do you want to join us?" Luo Qianqian said enthusiastically.

"Okay." Yang Li said with a smile, his eyes were always on Luo Qianqian's body, and he regarded Mo Lin and the three of them as nothing.

Limpo pulled Mo Lin aside and leaned into his ear and said, "This kid is your rival." ”

Mo Lin shrugged his shoulders, he had infinite trust in Luo Qianqian, so he wouldn't worry about Yang Li.

The five of them formed a small group with distinct distinctions, Lin Bo and He Xiaogong in front, Mo Lin and Luo Qianqian walked side by side, and Yang Li chatted with Luo Qianqian without saying a word. From time to time, young girls in the crowd rushed to Yang Li and stuffed him with a letter or fruit, and Lin Bo and He Xiaogong's eyes were hot.

"Bang!"

A cloud of red fireworks soared into the sky, blooming in the air with dazzling brilliance.

"It's so beautiful." Luo Qianqian raised her head and said happily.

Mo Lin also raised his head to watch the fireworks that exploded in the air one after another, and the faces of everyone around him were illuminated in festivities, and this atmosphere made Mo Lin deeply immersed in it.

"I want to work hard to cultivate, refine the power of the dragon soul as soon as possible, and become an inker who guards this peace and happiness." Mo Lin thought silently in his heart, and made his New Year's wish in the fireworks.

The fireworks continued until midnight, and as the moon rose in the sky, the shadow of the huge moon shadow clock in the square slowly moved towards the first day of the new year.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...... One! People in the square chanted the countdown rhythmically, and the fireworks that rushed into the sky turned into numbers, sending away the old calendar to welcome the new year.

"It's New Year!" As the shadow on the Moonshadow Clock moved to the beginning of a new day, the square erupted in the sound of a tsunami of cheers, and everyone's faces were filled with the most sincere smiles, greeting each other and congratulating those around them.

The giant Mo Ren was also in the crowd, he saluted with every enthusiastic villager, and the villagers who loved him handed over the gifts they had prepared long ago, and the arms of the two ink people who followed behind Mo Ren were soon full of gifts.

The fireworks to celebrate the New Year flew for another half an hour, and finally came to an end. The people on the square dispersed one after another, and went home to make dumplings and cook rice balls for a reunion dinner.

Mo Lin stood under the gorgeous lamplight, looking at the dragon slaying statue, his gaze swept over the body of the seven heroes, and finally stopped at the red dragon.

The red dragon's hideous and arrogant expression made him think of the thrilling battle with the dragon soul consciousness, if it wasn't for the timely launch of the Golden Needle Lock Dragon Array, I am afraid that he would have been devoured long ago. And now that he has inherited the power of the dragon soul, he is going to embark on a completely different path, as for how many thorns and twists and turns there are on this road, he doesn't know, only one belief is burning in his heart, and it is getting stronger and stronger: to become a great ink master.

"Mo Lin, what are you looking at?" Luo Qianqian took a turn in front of the ten lampstands, only to find that Mo Lin was dumbfounded.

"Nothing." Mo Lin smiled.

"You've been weird lately." Luo Qianqian said, "Are you still feeling unwell?" ”

"It's already good, if you don't believe it......" Mo Lin's eyes rolled, and he grabbed a handful of snow on the snowman who was piled up by an unknown child on the side and sprinkled it on Luo Qianqian's face, "...... If you don't believe me, let's have a snowball fight! ”

"Don't run!" Luo Qianqian, who was attacked by Mo Lin, saw that the culprit was the first to flee, and she also grabbed a snow ball and chased after her.

The two chased and made a fuss in the square, and laughter wafted in the air on the jubilant Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Don't make a fuss, the food stall is going to be closed, don't you want to get something to eat?" Lin Bo and He Xiaogong shouted.

Mo Lin and Luo Qianqian stopped when they heard the sound, and when they saw each other's funny appearance covered with snow, they couldn't help but point at each other and laugh.

"Let's eat some dumplings, you must eat dumplings for the New Year." Luo Qianqian said.

Mo Lin nodded, and the two brushed the residual snow off each other's heads and walked towards the food stall in the square.

Many of the food stalls in the square have begun to be cleaned up, but the dumpling stalls and dumpling stalls are still very popular. Lin Bo and He Xiaogong were eating rice balls, while Mo Lin and Luo Qianqian walked to the dumpling stall.

A fat man was sitting in front of the dumpling stall, his size was huge, occupying the position of two people, and he was eating at the speed of two dumplings.

"Nie Renlong......" Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, and then thought that it was normal to see Nie Renlong here.

Pulling Luo Qianqian to sit next to Nie Renlong, Mo Lin asked the boss for two dumplings, and then said to Nie Renlong: "Why are you the only one?" ”

Nie Renlong's speed did not decrease, and when he saw that it was Mo Lin, he said vaguely: "They are full." ”

"You eat all this?" Seeing more than a dozen plates piled up in front of Nie Renlong, Mo Lin couldn't help but gasp.

Nie Renlong nodded indiscriminately, swallowed the last two dumplings on the plate in front of him, and shouted at the boss: "Two more plates!" ”

Mo Lin and Luo Qianqian ate one dumpling by themselves, and at the same time Nie Renlong ate five more portions, counting the stack of empty plates in front of him, the food he ate in one meal was enough for Mo Lin to eat for five days.

"Whew...... Seventy percent full. Nie Renlong ate the last plate of dumplings from the dumpling stall, and patted his round stomach with satisfaction.

"Seventy percent full? Do you want to eat me? Mo Lin asked with a wry smile.

"My mom said you can't eat too much for supper, and seven achievements are enough." Nie Renlong's head shook like a rattle, but as he spoke, he took out a fruit from his arms, gnawed it on it, and asked for a big bowl of dumpling soup, which he poured down.

"He's so good at eating." Luo Qianqian whispered.

Mo Lin nodded again and again, Mo Lin suspected that even an elephant would not eat as much as Nie Renlong, if there was a big stomach king competition, Nie Renlong must be a well-deserved first.

"Isn't this Mo Lin?" Zhang Junyan's voice sounded from behind him.

Mo Lin looked back and saw Zhang Junyan and Tang Chuan standing behind him, and in the distance, Zhong Man actually walked side by side with Yang Li while chatting.

"Happy New Year, guys." When Mo Lin saw that everyone was coming, he got up and saluted them.

"Happy New Year." Zhang Junyan warmly replied, "It's a pity that I didn't prepare a red envelope, don't say I'm stingy." After a few days of free time, I'll give you a few small things that we made ourselves. ”

"That's great." Mo Lin was overjoyed, the craftsmanship of the Three Musketeers was not messy, and the small things they said might be of great use to Mo Lin.

"I heard you're sick?" Zhong Man walked over and asked Mo Lin with great concern.

"I'm cold." Mo Lin said busily.

"Have a good rest, don't run around." Zhong Man's words seemed to have some mystery hidden in it, which made Mo Lin's heart move.

"Can you still stand up when you're full?" Tang Chuan walked up to Nie Renlong's side and asked with a sigh.

Nie Renlong smiled, moved his fat body with great effort, and stood up slowly. His big belly bulged out on the outside, looking like a huge burden, and Mo Lin couldn't help but sweat for him.

"Let's go, go on patrol." Nie Renlong said.

"Why do you still have to patrol?" Mo Lin asked strangely, Moshi Village has always been closed at night, and it seems that there is no need for patrols.

"The village has not been peaceful these days, and many people's New Year's goods have been stolen, and there seem to be demon beasts such as weasels to haunt them. There are so many delicious things tonight, I guess it will still appear, touch us, and let it come and go. Zhang Junyan said.

Mo Lin's heart moved, and a trace of worry passed through his heart for Xiaobai.

"I'll go with you." Mo Lin said earnestly, he was actually afraid that Xiaobai would be discovered by the patrol team, and wanted to mix in the team to give it a signal.

"You don't have to, lest we be distracted from protecting you." Yang Li, who had not communicated with Mo Lin all night, suddenly came up with such a sentence somehow.

Mo Lin was stunned, and the blood all over his body suddenly surged up on his head, and his face was swollen and red.

Yang Li's words were very humiliating, even if Mo Lin had a good temper, he couldn't help but glared at Yang Li angrily and said, "What do you mean? ”

"I mean patrolling is a dangerous job, don't get in our way." Yang Li's expression was still very flat, but Mo Lin felt a kind of hostility emanating from him.

Although I wanted to prove that I was by no means a burden, my impulsive words were finally suppressed by reason. Lin Bo and He Xiaogong beside him were angry and wanted to seek justice for Mo Lin, but they were held by Mo Lin one by one to prevent them from being impulsive.

The New Year's atmosphere was originally very peaceful, but because of Yang Li's words, it cast a shadow. And Mo Lin suddenly found that this New Year's winter was a little cold.

"Yang Li......" Luo Qianqian was a little displeased on the side, "How can you say that, Mo Lin is a craftsman, and the division of labor is different from our ink masters." ”

Yang Li didn't refute Luo Qianqian, but the look in his eyes clearly told Mo Lin a message: he looked down on Mo Lin very much.

Mo Lin can understand Yang Li's attitude, he likes the fact that Luo Qianqian is a fool can see, but Luo Qianqian has a deep relationship with his childhood sweetheart. As the idol of the girls in the village, Yang Li couldn't get the heart of the girl he loved, so it was not surprising that he was jealous.

Thinking of this, Mo Lin's state of mind suddenly calmed down, and he felt that Yang Li was very pitiful. Obviously, he can fight for the relationship openly, but he uses the irrational method of humiliating his love rival, which not only does not show his ability, but makes people feel stingy.

"Is this a genius......" Mo Lin couldn't help but feel sad for him in his heart. Compared with his good friend Mo Ran, Yang Li's image plummeted, and Mo Lin even regretted that he had used him as a role model to chase after him.

"What Yang Li said also makes sense, patrolling is a dangerous job, Mo Lin, you better go home as soon as you finish eating." Zhong Man played a round on the side.

Mo Lin suppressed the mood that was still a little fluctuating, and said in a low voice: "Okay, let's go." After that, he glanced at Yang Li as a victor, took Luo Qianqian's hand and turned to leave.

Everyone present was stunned, Lin Bo and He Xiaogong smiled, glared at Yang Li proudly, and then walked away.

Yang Li looked at Mo Lin and Luo Qianqian's hand holding each other blankly, his body trembled a little, and he almost pulled out the wolf tooth on his waist, and stabbed Mo Lin to death with a knife to relieve his hatred.

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Molong becomes a small dictionary

Continuing from the previous chapter, let's continue to talk about the setting of the Mohists in this book (please note that the setting in this book has nothing to do with history, so please don't mistake it for real history)

The founder of the Mo family is Mo Zhai among the Seven Heroes.

The power of the Mohists comes from the Nabhi Chakra, which means to pursue and govern human satisfaction. Since the beginning of evolution, there has been a need for pursuit that has been deeply rooted in life. The more advanced creatures are the most basic food and water of life, the more and more complex they need. For human beings, the highest pursuit is something of eternal value, such as truth. Such a person is a seeker.

The Moists are all noble seekers, they have a complete organization, great ideals, the spirit of the Mo, they are good at mechanical manufacturing, and they can create a thousand strange and powerful magic weapons.

The people of the Mo family believe in the principle of both love and non-aggression, although this makes them seem a little dead-headed, but people admire their noble character. The people of the Mo family are willing to sacrifice for unrelated people, and they are also the most enthusiastic people on this continent. Wherever there is a dispute, they will be there to mediate.

The battle ink writers are all heroes who do not care about life and death, they take death as the belief that they will not spin their heels, exercise the limit of their bodies hard, and have a physique that ordinary people can't match. They use psionic energy to activate the cells in their bodies, and rely on various magic weapons and machinery to assist, and have terrifying combat power. Not only are they good at fighting in formations, but they also have the assassination organization of the Shadow Division, trying to spread the ideas of the ink to the world.

Engineers, who specialize in making machinery and magic weapons, are clever craftsmen and are able to infuse psionic energy into their work.

(Note: The number of words in the Molong Dictionary is given away for free, so please don't worry about paying for it.) In addition, how do you feel about this small column, I hope to express your opinions. ）