"Big brother?" Mo Cong called softly, pulling Mo Xiao's mind back into the hut.

"Well, I've noticed that you've been getting more and more into a daze lately. Mo Cong looked at Mo Xiao curiously and said with a smile, "Big brother, are you... Coming to a breakthrough?"

Mo Xiao shook his head.

"Hey, you can't break through, and I'm even more far away. Mo Cong sighed. "Ahem, don't talk about that. Big brother, I wanted to discuss it with you, you said... Shouldn't we go out and find the old man? ”

Mo smiled and was stunned, and his face showed hesitation.

So, let's break it down. Mo Cong leaned forward and said in a low voice, "The old man went down the mountain this time, saying that he was going to do a big business, when will he come back... Or whether he can come back, he changed three statements before and after. With the old man's surname of the eldest and his second, I estimate that this matter is even bigger than the sky, so that even the old man's supernatural powers are not fully certain. He looked at Mo Xiao's reaction and continued, "Well, eight months have passed, and the old man hasn't come back yet, so I guess I'm really in trouble." So I think it's important for us to go down the mountain and find him. ”

Mo Xiao stared at the table and sighed and shook his head.

"I know that the old man won't let us go down the mountain, so you have concerns. Mo Cong said patiently, "But when the old man said that, he may have considered that the matter was very important, and he was afraid that he would implicate us." But... He didn't allow us to go down the mountain, but we couldn't really sit idly by? Have you forgotten the old man's way of talking, he felt like he was never coming back. Big brother, the more I think about it, the more worried I become, let's really go down the mountain to find the old man. ”

Mo Xiao listened silently, with a tangled expression.

"Hey, you're really in a hurry. Mo stood up with a smile, "In this way, I'll call San'er too, let's decide the three of us together, how about it?"

Mo Xiao thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Mo Cong turned around and went out, with little effort, and pulled Mo Min, who had not yet opened his eyes, into the hut.

"Oops, people just dreamed of something delicious, and you woke up before they even ate it in their mouths. Mo Cong, are you annoying?" Mo Min was pulled forward by Mo Cong, complaining all the way.

"What delicious food did you dream of?" Mo Cong pressed Mo Min to the stool and sat down, sat down on the other side of the table, and asked softly.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it. Such a big plate, hehe, it looks delicious. Mo Min closed his eyes and smiled, his mouth moving a few times.

"San'er, we are going down the mountain to find the old man, are you going?" Mo Cong asked softly.

"What?" Mo Min was clever, opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xiao and Mo Cong, "Didn't the old man let us go down the mountain?"

"Hey, you foodie, you know how to eat in a day. I ask you, if the old man... There is something we need help with, do you say we go or not, help or not?" Mo Cong looked at her with a smile.

"Nonsense, of course I'm going. Mo Min replied without thinking.

"Isn't that enough, big brother, let's go down the mountain as soon as it's dawn." Mo Cong breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at Mo Xiao.

"Wait!" Mo Min scratched his head, a little confused, "When did the old man say that he wanted us to help with something?" I remember what he said was that a few of us couldn't help much, so he asked us to stay in the mountains. Isn't it, big brother? I don't think I'm mistaken, right?"

"Haha, you don't know the old man's temper, even if he has something, he is embarrassed to speak. Mo Cong thought that Mo Min was just confused, but he didn't expect her to point out the loopholes in her words as soon as she opened her mouth. Mo Cong hurriedly snorted, prevaricated with a plausible reason, and then continued to flicker: "But we can't stop thinking about these things because he didn't open his mouth? You see, the old man hasn't come back for so long, he must have encountered something difficult." We must now take the initiative to go down the mountain to find the old man and do everything in our power to help him. ”

"Well, you said... Scold... It also makes sense. Actually, I have long wanted to go down the mountain to find the old man, but I always have some worries in my heart. Mo Min yawned and rubbed his eyes. "You said that we left Lingyun Mountain, left this forest, what to eat and drink?"

"Alas, you are really..."Mo Cong looked at her speechlessly, "The old man has gone down the mountain so many times, and it is not good? He can do it, and so can we. Don't worry, with the eldest brother and the second brother here, you will never starve to death. ”

"Oh. What if we are gone, but the old man suddenly returns? Aren't we separated?" Mo Min immediately asked another question, obviously having thought about it in advance.

"This is easy to do! We leave some traces on the mountain, and if the old man does come back, he will naturally know where we are going when he sees the traces. When the time comes, just come down the mountain and contact us. Mo Cong looked confident.

"Well, that's a good idea. Mo Min perked up and expressed his agreement with Mo Cong's method.

It has been more than 1,200 years since the establishment of the Lingyun Mountain faction, which is more than double the history of the Rui Kingdom itself for more than 500 years. In the thousands of years of inheritance, the people of Lingyun Mountain have their own way of communicating with each other. These methods include sounds, breaths, graphics, traces, incisions, and other perceptible things, and are used according to the priority of the situation. The implicit meaning of these contact methods will not be understood by outsiders, but the people of Lingyun Mountain themselves know it in an instant. The finger whistle used by Mo Min to remind Mo Cong when he ate was one of the many ways to communicate.

After discussing the issue of survival and contact, the three of them discussed the issue of identity for a while.

The sect of Lingyun Mountain is a mysterious existence in Ruiguo, and the people of Lingyun Mountain have been very low-key in their actions over the ages, and every time they go down the mountain to experience or help the people, they will pretend to use some fabricated identities to cover up their true identity as cultivators. For example, pretending to be a chivalrous man of an emerging martial arts sect, or a hunter from which deep mountain and old forest, or a child of a family who came out of an unknown deep mansion compound, and so on. These identities are all for the convenience of Lingyun Mountain people to walk the world, and also to avoid shocking the world.

"Let's pretend to be a chivalrous man of the new martial arts sect. Mo Cong said, "Anyway, when you go down the mountain, sometimes you will inevitably use martial arts." ”

"Hello knight, I like this identity. Mo Min clapped his hands excitedly. The woman in red, it's quite majestic to say it. "But you have to think about the name of the sect, at least it can't be the same as the existing martial arts sect. Otherwise, the number of martial arts paths is wrong, and it will be a goof. People think we're liars. ”

"Well, you have to think about it. Mo Cong muttered: "The mountain village I stayed in before I went up the mountain is at the foot of Black Mountain... Otherwise, let's pretend to be a knight from the Black Mountain faction, and then go to the capital just to find our master, what do you think of this idea?"

"Black Mountain Sect?" Mo Min repeated the name, feeling that it was not as good as Lingyun Mountain. "The Black Mountain Sect, it sounds like a monster sect, it's not good. She frowned, indicating that she didn't like the name.

"Then you can come up with a nice name. Mo Cong spread his hands.

"Well, Red Mountain, Red ... Fruit, red... Red ......" Mo Min searched his stomach and "red" for a while, but he didn't come up with a good name.

"Okay, okay, let's tentatively set up the Black Mountain faction, if you think of a better name on the way, you can change it temporarily. Mo Cong saw that Mo Min hadn't come up with a good idea for a long time, so he waved his hand and moved on to the next topic.

The three of them discussed the details for a while, such as what to carry when going down the mountain, which direction to choose to go out of the forest, how to answer when they were questioned by others, and so on. Thinking that he was safe, Mo Cong and Mo Min went back to rest.

Mo Xiao packed up his things overnight and prepared dry food to eat on the road.

At night, the mountain breeze was sometimes strong and weak, blowing through the surrounding trees and thatch on the roofs, and the surrounding clouds and mist gathered more and more, drifting and misty.

The fog filled the mountains as far as the eye could see, but a period of strife between the five countries slowly opened with the actions of the three brothers and sisters going down the mountain.

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