There is no so-called peace in the rivers and lakes, and it seems to be a pool of still water but the undercurrent is turbulent.

In the north of the Wulin Continent, in this seemingly lonely cold world, the snow is white and the mountains and forests covered by ice and snow stretch for thousands of miles with the undulating mountains.

"You, why did you bring me here?" Mo Cong blinked a pair of crystal eyes, his bulging face was red from the cold, and he looked at the "old man" beside him and asked timidly.

The cold wind howled between heaven and earth, making it difficult for Mo Cong, a child who originally grew up in the south, to resist, although he changed into a cotton robe, his body still trembled. At this time, he already knew that the crystal ball he picked up at the foot of Shuiyue Mountain was not a treasure, but a "sealing ball" with magical power.

The "Lao Suo" around him wears a hat, a black veil to cover his face, and a yellow robe of homespun cloth. Since leaving the Warcraft Array, this mysterious woman of unknown origin forcibly took Mo Cong across the ocean and traveled all the way to this icy and snowy world. Although the mysterious woman cared for Mo Cong along the way, but now that her fate is in the hands of others, Mo Cong has always been uneasy in her heart.

The "old man" stopped, looked around, and saw that there was no one around, so he gently lifted the veil, looked at Mo Cong and smiled without saying a word, the gaze in his eyes was as gentle as autumn water.

Staring at those beautiful eyes that were enough to breathe people's hearts, Mo Cong was full of doubts in his heart, and sighed after a moment of silence: "Alas, I don't know how my senior sister is now" Saying, Mo Cong raised his eyes to look at the desolate sky, and said thoughtfully: "I don't know if Xiaohua will be bullied by that old man"

"So sentimental at such a young age!" The old man rolled his eyes slightly, and he already knew the taste in Mo Cong's words, and said with a light smile: "Don't think I don't know what you think in your heart, you think that with the ice and snow jade pill that the little girl gave you, you can continue to practice martial arts?" Glancing at Mo Cong, a mysterious smile flashed across the "old man's mouth". Although he changed his costume, at this moment, the "old man" spoke without any disguise, and still had a magnetic voice.

"However, Master treats me like my own son, and I can't betray him. At the mention of Master, the corners of Mo Cong's mouth twitched quietly, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph! I can't see it, you really have some backbone!" The "old man" was completely unmoved by Mo Cong, and said disapprovingly: "Don't think that you can impress me by pretending to be pitiful, in short, if you don't worship me as a teacher, not only will you not be able to practice martial arts, but I also promise that maybe you will never see your little junior sister in the future!" The old man groaned slightly, a quick smile crossed his mouth, and said, "And that girl named Ma Xiaohua"

"You bully!" Mo Cong glared at the "old man" fiercely, and then turned his gaze to the side.

"I'm bullying you! What can you do to me? I have the ability to go back by myself!" The old man raised his pointed chin and pointed to the white world, with a bit of banter on his face.

Looking at the "old man" stupidly, although Mo Cong was full of dissatisfaction, but at this time he only dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, because it was not easy to get through the vast sea with only a few scattered gold coins on his body, and he also knew that the martial arts cultivation of this person around him was unfathomable, in case a wrong sentence annoyed others, Mo said that if he continued to cultivate, he would not be able to save his life if he didn't do it, so Mo Cong raised his eyes and looked at the old man, made a smile and said: "Otherwise, I'll call you Master Lightning!"

"Master Lightning?" The old man glanced at Mo Cong calmly, suddenly glared at a pair of almond eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Bastard! How can Master be struck by thunder?"

"It was originally a lightning strike," Mo Cong muttered with his head down.

"Don't talk to me poorly, do you think you will really have a good life when you go to Zhilan? Let me tell you the truth, the poison in you is extraordinary, although the elixir that Ma Xiaohua gave you can cure the poison on your body, but," the old man smiled slightly: "There are only three years to go before the martial arts competition in the Martial God Temple, no matter how good your talent, experience, and understanding are, can you guarantee that you will reach the advanced stage of physical cultivation within three years?"

Hearing this, Mo Cong was speechless.

As a person who practices martial arts, Mo Cong certainly knows that even if he is talented, it is basically impossible to break through the advanced level of physical cultivation in just three years.

Mo Cong sat down in the snow with his head down, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Seeing this, the "old man" smiled slightly and said: "Practicing my **, I don't dare to guarantee that you can reach the top level of physical cultivation, but at least it can allow you to cultivate to the seventh or eighth level of the highest stage of physical cultivation, and stand smoothly in the ring of the Martial God Temple."

Hearing this, Mo Cong's eyes immediately widened, "You, you won't lie to me!"

"I'm not Ma Xiaohua, I'll do what I say!" The old man in the yellow robe smiled slightly, a trace of smugness flashed in his eyes, and she looked like she was in the chest.

"However, I don't know where you came from, what if you teach me some evil martial arts?" Master said that there is no shortcut to practicing martial arts," Mo Cong frowned and said, thinking of what the Lord of Chu had said, and recalling the strange martial arts of this "old man in yellow robe", he was sure in his heart that this person in front of him was not an evil sect, but also a side-door left-hand way, so he turned his head and said: "You kill me, I won't recognize you as a master!"

"You're pretty tough!"

The "old man" smiled slightly, looked at Mo Cong for a moment, then covered the veil and took a step. However, she didn't go far before she looked back at Mo Cong and said to herself, "Oh, I'm a little hungry, I have to find a place to eat quickly." After speaking, he didn't pay attention to Mo Cong, and walked forward quickly.

Mo Cong had never experienced severe cold weather, he only sat in the snow for a while, and suddenly felt the biting cold hit his whole body, and he couldn't help but shiver a few times in a row, and when he looked up, the figure of the "old man" walked farther and farther, except for a line of footprints on the snow, it was white and vast in all directions. After the old man's reminder, Mo Cong also suddenly felt empty in his abdomen, and his uncompetitive stomach gurgled twice. Life under the fence has long been accustomed to Mo Cong, and it is not difficult to bow his head occasionally. Mo Cong was afraid of hitting the snow on his body while running, caught up with the "old man", and said with a smile: "Or, I'll call you Master Bingxue, right?"

"No way!"

The "old man" replied very simply, there was no room for negotiation, seeing this, Mo Cong had no choice but to follow the old man silently.

Along the way, the two were silent, and they walked more than ten miles before they met a village. In the cold wind, a long bare pole swayed with the wind carrying a worn-out wine flag. Looking at the faded wine flags and a few sparse dilapidated houses, Mo Cong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart, along the way, this was the only village he had seen that looked like a little bit, but he didn't expect it to be so desolate.

Although the small shop is simple but clean, a few old and blackened tables are already full of customers, at this time the glass is being changed, the wine is flourishing, and the original small room is filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Seeing an "old man in a yellow robe" enter the door with a child, the guests in the room only glanced at it lightly, and then ignored it and continued to drink.

The "old man" stood in the doorway and paused for a moment, catching a glimpse of a secluded corner of the shop, and without waiting for the man to greet him, he walked over and sat down steadily, ignoring the drunken diners. Mo Cong also sat beside the "old man" in a daze.

Obviously, the people who dined in the restaurant were all people from the rivers and lakes, and looking at the various blades on their waists, they knew that the cultivation level of these people was not low. The guys in the store have long been accustomed to these Jianghu Lang customers, seeing that the "old man in yellow robe" is agile, Mo Cong's eyes are shining at a young age, although he is a little raw, he knows that these two are also people who practice martial arts, and they came to the two of them with a smile on their faces.

Without waiting for the guy in the store to speak, the "old man" changed his tone, sounding like the voice of a septuagenarian old man, "Wen a pot of sake, pick up a few good things!"

"Okay!" the guy in the store raised his voice and ran away.

While waiting, Mo Cong peeked at the guests in the house, those ** were leather robes and thick boots, compared to the people of the southern country, there was nothing special except that the skin was a little rough.

Mo Cong suddenly noticed that there was a young man in his early twenties sitting next to the entrance of the small shop, compared with the diners around him, this person was dressed very differently, wearing black velvet fur, delicate skin, clear eyebrows, and quite handsome. At the same table sat three strong men, all of whom were wearing fur jackets, broad-bladed knives hanging from their waists, and brocade bags behind their backs. Due to the three glasses of strong wine, their faces were flushed red, and their beards were scattered, which looked a little infiltrating, but the attitude of the three strong men towards the young man in the ermine fur was extremely respectful. Apparently all the way.

Always peeking at others, Mo Cong also felt a little uneasy, and turned his gaze to the "old man", "The old man" sat steadily, did not speak, did not pay attention to him, and seemed to be pranayama with his eyes closed. Mo Cong didn't think it was interesting, so he had to look at the plate in front of him in a daze.

"Big brother, have you heard?" said a big man behind Mo Cong.

The northerner originally had a high voice, and with a few glasses of strong wine, the cold voice overwhelmed the noise in the room, and Mo Cong was also taken aback. The big man was dressed in a tiger's skin jacket, with a tiger-headed knife on his back, his face was dark, and his beard was thick, and the man who sat with him was much thinner though he was handsome. He wears a leopard-print fur hat on his head, and wields a rather delicate tungsten iron short gun in his hand.

"What?" replied, the man wearing a leopard-print hat at the same table as the big man.

"It's the matter in the broken temple of Jinnan City! It's eight lives at once!" The big man behind Mo Cong crossed his fingers, secretly waved his eight figures, and said in a low voice. Before he could finish speaking, the man who was sitting with him said:

"That's not an uncommon thing, who doesn't know about the rivers and lakes?"

"Hey, big brother, that's not what I mean."

"Oh?" the man in the leopard-print hat looked confused.

"I mean, the Yunzhong faction is offering a reward of 10,000 gold coins to catch the culprit," the strong man took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Brother won't be uninterested in the 10,000 gold coins, right?"

The small iron gun in the man's hand strangely rotated several times in the palm of his hand, and suddenly grasped it in his hand, his movements were very skillful, and then he smiled slightly: "I said that you have nothing to do with the wine you invited me to drink today, and you don't weigh it, this is also something you and I can do?!" After speaking, the man raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl, casually put the wine bowl on the table, and turned to leave.

"Brother, I haven't finished my words yet, what are you angry about!" The big man stepped forward and pressed the thin man on the seat, showing his white teeth in his wide mouth, and Lai Pilai smiled with a smile: "Brother refuses, we can not do things, but if we don't finish drinking this wine, won't we pay for it?" After speaking, he grinned again.

Seeing this, the man wearing a leopard skin hat looked a little helpless, shook his head and said: "Brother, it's not that I said you, our brothers hunt in the mountains, although the days are a little tight, but how carefree they are! Do you think, even with our roads, dare to go to the troubled waters of the Yunzhong faction? We can't do what you said, it is said that that method is extremely rare in the rivers and lakes, don't say 10,000 gold coins, I won't do 1 million, if you can't get your life, who will take care of your father and mother?"

"Uh, big brother is right!" the big man lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and he was also quite emotional. Although he was still a little reluctant to the 10,000 gold coins, he knew that his skills were not as good as others, so he had to give up, raised his head and drank a large bowl of wine, tasted the strong aroma of wine in his mouth, shook his head and said: "The eight young men who practiced martial arts were frozen to death, and it is said that when they were found the next day, they still had hoarfrost on their bodies!"

"Well, that technique is really wonderful!" The man wearing a leopard skin hat shook his head and sighed, and said after a moment of silence: "It is said that that technique is extremely similar to the ancient Hanmen method that has disappeared for a long time in the rivers and lakes, I really didn't expect that there are such masters in the rivers and lakes, such as you and me, if you can glimpse it from afar, it will not be in vain!"

The two of them talked about it word by word, but this topic attracted the Jianghu Lang guests who liked to hunt for curiosities in the house, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen, and they could interject when they waited for the opportunity.

Hearing this, Mo Cong frowned slightly, and couldn't help but be shocked, secretly thinking, "Jinnan City Broken Temple? Isn't that the place where he met Ma Xiaohua? Eight people actually died" The situation was urgent that day, Mo Cong only thought that he was going to die, but he didn't want the white light in front of him to flash, and the group of people stopped moving in an instant, and Mo Cong didn't count how many people there were in a hurry, and he couldn't figure out what happened. However, at this time, the young man already knew that the "old man in yellow robe" sitting opposite him was the two worldly masters who wanted to see the honor. Therefore, Mo Cong raised his eyes and looked at the "old man" weakly, and saw that the "old man in the yellow robe" was still sitting steadily, and Mo Cong did not dare to say more. It's just that he has some doubts in his heart, and he can't figure out why the Yunzhong faction wants to offer a reward of 10,000 gold coins to catch the murderer.

Mo Cong was secretly arguing, and suddenly heard the young man in black fur nodding to the two brothers who were talking, and asked with a smile: "If the younger brother is not mistaken, the two brothers are the two heroes of the wolf warrior and the tiger killer!"

"The little brother praised it, but the hero didn't dare to be it, it was just hunting and eating in the rivers and lakes. The man with the short gun in his hand smiled and said with a very modest attitude.

"The two of you are too modest," casually politely said, and the young man in the ermine fur asked with a smile: "Do the two brothers know who died in the broken temple?"

"Of course I know! It is said that the leader is the righteous son of the head of the Yun faction in the clouds, and the rest are also said to be children of the royal family. The big man named Tiger Slayer behind Mo Cong said proudly: "I heard that this matter is also implicated in the poisonous dragon family!"

Hearing this, Mo Cong suddenly felt dizzy, he never thought that the sword-wielding boy who was the leader that day turned out to be the righteous son of the head of the Yunzhong faction, and Mo Cong knew very well that although he was the righteous son, it was clearly the future son-in-law personally chosen for Zhilan. This person Mo Cong has known since he was a child, and it is said that the kid has a good background. Although they have never met, for a long time, that person has always been the "rival in love" in Mo Cong's heart. In this way, this disaster is a bit big.

"Oh, how do you know?" the young man's face changed slightly.

"Drink your bar! Don't talk nonsense!" The man with the short gun smiled at the young man, seeing that the young man was good-looking, his eyes were cold, and he knew that his younger brother had made a mistake in his words, so he hurriedly stopped his eyes, turned around and said: "The poisonous dragon family is our northern sect, and it is thousands of miles away from that Jinnan City, how can a person who has no grievances and no revenge go so far to kill people?"

The poisonous dragon family in the mouth of the tiger killer is one of the four ancient famous families in the martial arts continent, entrenched in the north, commanding the rivers and lakes, not to mention the strength of the poisonous dragon family, just with this well-known name, it is enough to make any martial arts person frightened. Although wolf warriors and tiger killers are well-known in the north, they don't dare to provoke the poisonous dragon family, even if they have ten heads on their heads.

Dahan knew that there was a loss in his mouth, and hurriedly explained: "Don't blame the little brother, I also drank two sips of soju, and my heart is on fire, you should just be a fart!

"Brother, don't panic, in fact, things are not what you think, it's just that some people with ulterior motives want to stir up the relationship between the Poison Dragon Family and the Yunzhong Faction. Let me tell you, here's the thing, after the accident, the Yunzhong faction sent people to our mansion, the purpose is to ask the Poison Dragon Mansion to help investigate the murderer, and it is by no means to suspect the Poison Dragon Mansion. The present person said that our Mrs. Lan and Miss Zhilan's master of the Yunzhong Sect are from the same family, and they are like sisters, no one knows this!" The young man smiled slightly, and said, "Let me tell you more, this matter is already a bit eyebrow-raising, as far as I know, this matter seems to be related to the Medical Immortal Sect."

"Little brother, don't talk nonsense if you have no evidence! The Medical Immortal Sect is not easy to mess with!" Hearing this, the big man's body flashed back, his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but be a little panicked in his heart, and said secretly: "This thing is really weird, either the Yunzhong Sect or the Medical Immortal Sect, or the Poison Dragon Family, they are all important sects in the rivers and lakes."

Although the big man named Tiger Killer is a rough man, he also knows the power of this in his heart, and he keeps silent after saying this.

Who knows, the young man said again: "How can it be called unfounded? I won't tell you anything, Yunzhong Pai specially invited the martial arts goddess Leng Yue to personally investigate this matter, and the clues related to the medical immortal sect were found by the Leng goddess." ”

As soon as the name of the martial arts goddess Leng Yue was mentioned, the room suddenly fell silent. Mo Cong was even more at a loss, and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, but he was secretly glad in his heart, "It's a shame that I didn't go to Zhilan, if I met Zhilan and talked about what happened along the way" Mo Cong didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Since the Yunzhong faction invited Zhilan's master to investigate this matter personally, Zhilan must be so angry that she thought of this, and Mo Cong secretly shuddered.

"Hmm!" the "old man in yellow robe" on the opposite side cleared his throat, aiming to remind Mo Cong.

Fortunately, Mo Cong's small actions did not attract people's attention, hearing the "old man" cough lightly, Mo Cong suddenly woke up, and looked at the cups and plates on the table, the "old man" was picking up the wine jug and pouring himself a drink, using it carefully and slowly, but he didn't pay attention to what those people said, it didn't seem to have anything to do with her.

"Oh, I see, it seems that the little brother knows a lot! Come on, brother toast you!" "The tiger slayer seems rude, but he is also a delicate person, and he has just heard the number from the young man's words, and knows that this person is from the Poison Dragon Mansion.

The tiger staggered to his feet, took the wine bowl and saluted the young man, and drank the wine in the bowl with his head up, meaning to stop there. The young man also drank a few more glasses, wanting to show off with the power of wine, so he got up and took a sip of wine, and said proudly: "Thank you brother for the compliment, but does the brother know who this cold moon is?"

"Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know that Leng Yue is the mentor of Miss Zhilan in the clouds. ”

When Zhilan was mentioned, the young man in mink fur was even more complacent. The third-rate juniors in the rivers and lakes originally loved to show off, and at this moment the wine was strong and the words were naturally more, after listening to the big man's answer, the young man pretended to be calm, and said: "That Miss Zhilan really deserves her reputation, and she doesn't mention her martial arts cultivation, just talking about her appearance, although she is only twelve or thirteen years old now, she is really born like a hibiscus out of the water, and a fairy in the sky! If I can hold such a beauty, I will be willing to be a cow and a horse for her in this life!"

Seeing that the young man had a nose and eyes to speak, everyone in the room pricked up their ears to listen, and someone asked, "Little brother is well-founded, I think you have seen Miss Zhilan's face with your own eyes?"

The tone of the speaker was clearly skeptical.

Hearing this, the young man sneered slightly: "Oh! I didn't look too closely, I just ran with my master to the Yunzhong faction a while ago, and I glanced at it from a distance in the Zizhu Palace!" After speaking, the young man smiled and talked about Zhilan for a while, and he said it with some eyebrows.

Mo Cong was eating, but his ears were not idle, he heard the young man take a bite of Zhilan in his mouth, and he talked endlessly, which was a bit interesting, but he secretly thought in his heart: "This person is really strange to speak, Zizhu Palace is several miles away from the Yunzhong faction, Zhilan practices behind closed doors on weekdays, and never visits, Zizhu Palace is full of women, and it is in the deep mountains, men are not allowed to enter and leave at all, how can this person see Zhilan?"

The young man had already drunk three rounds, and the words in his mouth continued, and as he spoke, he suddenly changed his words and said:

"I also know that the Leng Goddess went out to investigate the case and deliberately went to a small sect, called the Water Moon Sect, and for some reason, she passed a set of upper-level ** to a little disciple of the Water Moon Sect, I can't tell what it is called, it seems that the younger brother of the head of the sect heard that it is a 'four-character heart formula'"

"Ahh

None of the people in the room paid attention to Mo Cong, only listening to the young man reciting the "four-character heart formula", and all of them widened their eyes. As a person who practices martial arts, everyone knows that the four-character heart formula belongs to the upper level of the intermediate stage of physical cultivation, which is extremely rare in the entire martial arts continent, and generally only a famous family like the Yunzhong faction can collect the four-character heart formula, and some disciples of ordinary sects may never think of seeing it in their lifetime.

"Four-character mental formula, that's the upper mental method!" someone in the room exclaimed.

"This little brother, forgive me for taking the liberty of passing on the four-character trick of the goddess Leng Yue to the little disciple of the Water Moon Sect that you just said, it must be just hearsay, right? Thinking that Leng Goddess is lonely and arrogant, how can she easily pass on the ** to others? Not to mention that it is just a small sect that does not enter the rivers and lakes. The speaker shook his head, apparently not very approving of the young man.

"Hmph!" The young man in the black ermine fur glanced coldly at the person who spoke, and sneered: "According to my brother's intentions, I am talking nonsense!"

Hearing that the young man's words were a little cold, the person who spoke was a little unhappy in his heart, but seeing that the young man was dressed and looked good, and there were three big men beside him, although he didn't want to provoke right and wrong in his heart, he made a smile on his face and said: "Little brother doesn't have to be angry, I just asked casually, I think that the four-character trick is extraordinary, if there is no reason, who can easily give it away!"

"It seems that the elder brother still doesn't believe it, let me tell you the truth, since there was a murder in the temple, the Yunzhong faction has repeatedly sent people to ask our Mrs. Lan to help, because of the relationship with the Leng Goddess, my wife sent a few masters in the house to the south, the younger brother is not talented, and they have made followers. After speaking, a faint smile appeared on the young man's lips.

"In this way, dare to ask the little brother yes"

"Oh! In Xiabucai, the old housekeeper Fang of the Poison Dragon Family is the old father in Xia!" After the young man revealed his identity, although his face was modest, a smug smile still appeared on his lips.

"It turned out to be Fang Gongzi, no wonder he said so much, fortunately!

After the young man revealed his identity, the room full of guests all looked flattering and got up to drink with him.

The people in the inn complimented each other, and although the words were a little different, the atmosphere was also kind. For Mo Cong, he wasn't interested in any poisonous dragon family, but he suddenly smelled that Mo Qiyu had the ** that Leng Yue suffered, and he really had some doubts in his heart, Leng Yue had a strange temperament, and he had nothing to do with Mo Qiyu, how could he give him a high-level **? But the kid surnamed Fang said that he had a nose and eyes, and he didn't want to believe it.

Mo Qiyu broke through the primary level and got the advanced **, and the more Mo Cong thought about it, the more anxious he became

"Man, settle the account!" The "old man in the yellow robe" never spoke, and greeted the guys in the store after eating and drinking.

Walking out of the tavern, the cold wind was still fierce, and it was not far away, the "old man in the yellow robe" said to himself and smiled: "Alas! Such a cute little junior sister is going to forget you! I think, there has been no news from you for so long, Chu Ci must have thought that something had happened to you, so she felt that she couldn't count on you, so it was better to find someone else to take your place! So she went to ask Zhilan, and Zhilan went to ask her master again, it must be like this, alas! What an unreliable little girl." ”

"You're talking nonsense, my sister won't be like that."

"I'm not talking nonsense! I've been in your arms for more than two months, and I know a little bit about the people you mentioned. Otherwise, I'll send you to the Yunzhong faction, and Miss Zhilan will be waiting to see you."

"I'm not going, it's strange if Zhilan doesn't pick my skin!" Mo Cong lowered his head and muttered quietly. Thinking of Zhilan's fiery temper, the young man felt panicked.

"Hmph!" The old man in the yellow robe snorted coldly, Mo Cong's thoughts had already been seen through by her at a glance, and said with a smile: "Are you suspicious of your junior sister? Chu Ci is so good to you, but what have you done to her? Have you thought about her? Do you still want to see her empty-handed as a waste after three years? And your master died unclear, you don't want to find out the murderer? Don't want to find the Moon Shadow Gun? Three years will pass quickly, and Chu Ci must be disappointed in you at that time, I think you should simply not go to the Martial God Temple." ”

"I" Mo Cong looked at the "old man in yellow robe" with a sad face.

"Anyway, Mo Qiyu has broken through the initial stage of physical cultivation, and now he has the upper level, anyway, it doesn't matter if you go to the Martial God Temple or not," said the "old man" and smiled weirdly: "By the way, there is also that Ma Xiaohua, people have no pity for you, so the precious pills can be given to you, and when the time comes, if she sees you in the Martial God Temple, she will still be a waste, alas! With her personality, it is hard to imagine what she will think of you."

"However, if I worship you as a teacher, my junior sister will say that I betrayed my teacher!" Mo Cong frowned, looking very entangled.

Knowing that Mo Cong was a little stubborn, the "old man in the yellow robe" deliberately betrayed his tone and said with a smile: "Worshipping me as a teacher is not a betrayal of your master, because I and your master are also from the same class."

Although he didn't know where this woman came from, Mo Cong could always feel a trace of affection in her, and he also knew that this woman, including the Medicine King, was inextricably linked with her master. Thinking of Mo Qiyu, thinking of Ma Xiaohua, and thinking of Chu Ci, Mo Cong simply gritted his teeth and turned his heart sideways, "Okay, I'll worship you as a teacher!"

"That's right! Those who know the times are handsome!"

The cold sun is obliquely shining, the ancient mountains and rivers of the north are majestic and majestic, in the golden light and shadow, the young man's weak body kneels in front of the "old man", the "old man" raises his eyes and looks at the sky, his heart is full of emotion, and the black yarn on her hat sways slightly in the cold wind. With a long sigh, the "old man" stretched out his hands to help Mo Cong, and the tall and short figures gradually disappeared in the sunset.