The sun hangs high. After the beginning of spring, the weather gradually warmed up, and some willow branches on the roadside have also spit green, and the finches have returned to the north, and the sky has more vitality.

On the official road from Huainan Road to Anzhou Anjia Town, four men and one woman rode high-headed horses and galloped all the way.

It was Han Dingtian, Pan Bottle, Han Youyu, Zhang Jiuding, and Mo Wanren who came down from Wudang Mountain.

Look at a tea stall on the edge of the post house not far away, Han Dingtian took the reins of the horse, the horse's speed slowed down, and those people also followed closely behind, walking the horse to the tea stall.

Han Dingtian got off his horse and shouted at Han Youyu, who was adorned at the back

"Hurry up", Han Youyu hurriedly walked a few steps into the tea stall, instructed the guys to eat some more, and scooped a few bowls of warm tea soup on the stove and brought it to Han Dingtian and the four of them.

In the past few days, Han Youyu has been serving a few people like this, sometimes Pan Bottle is really distressed, after all, his own flesh and blood are distressed, he has never suffered this crime since he was a child, and no matter how much Pan Bottle stabs him, he can't do anything to his son.

It's just that as long as Pan Bottle stretches out his hand, he will be shouted back by Han Dingtian's scolding, which makes Pan Bottle cringe, and Zhang Jiuding, who used to be proud of his high status, can only pretend not to hear, and now he dares to be angry with himself, a former outer disciple, but he dare not speak.

Since listening to the things that his mother told him that night, Han Youyu seems to have changed in the past few days, and he still has the appearance of being a little arrogant before, and if no one in the group takes the initiative to talk to him, he will not say a word all day.

Whether it is a biological father or an adoptive father, even if it is a mother, Han Youyu is also a little distant, calling himself to go over, not calling himself to hide far away, no one knows what he thinks, Han Dingtian will not ask, Pan Bottle wants to ask but is afraid of Han Dingtian's arrangement, Zhang Jiuding wants to ask but does not dare.

As a result, Han Youyu is so paranoid that he lives in his own one-third of an acre. Mo Wanqian could see that the four people in this line had their own thoughts, but at his age, he saw through the world and preached the Tao wholeheartedly, so he naturally didn't care about mundane things.

Seeing that this young offspring has a lot of worries all day long, he naturally understands that if this continues, he is afraid that this offspring will become withdrawn and autistic, which is obviously not a good thing.

But people don't care if they are mothers or fathers, and there is no need to worry about it. After a few days of contact, Mo Wanqian was very puzzled by the four people who obeyed Han Dingtian's orders, after all, Zhang Jiuding's identity was also a master, so how could he be submissive to his apprentice.

It's just that he doesn't care about himself, and Mo Wanqian tries his best to keep a relative distance from them.

Thinking of this family, Mo Wanqian felt a little disgusted. The woman's appearance is acceptable, but she doesn't abide by the woman's way, and the first time she finds herself on the mountain, she has some skin-to-skin kisses with herself without a trace, if it weren't for Jiugongyan's face, just this woman is so dissolute, she won't walk with them if she says anything.

This woman has been close to herself again and again, intentionally or unintentionally touching herself with her two plump plumps, and what is even more incomprehensible is that Han Dingtian, who is her man, is indifferent when he sees it.

The style of these two people is unreasonable for Mo Wancheng. can't help but think of Jiugongyan, the experience that the woman told her was also pitiful.

Since childhood, he was promised to be married to a large family, and later the family fell into the middle of the road, and suffered the pain of losing his husband, and he was lonely, but fortunately, he met a martial arts senior who took him in and passed on a martial arts.

In the face of a woman's embrace, it is difficult for a man to hold it, not to mention the existence of a prince on one side back then?

As everyone knows, Mo Wancheng, who is not old-hearted, actually believed this nonsense full of loopholes, which is also ridiculous.

Mo Wanyan, who just drank two bowls of tea, didn't look at anyone, and said: "The old man has lived for more than 80 years, and the famous people in this river and lake dare not say that they are all familiar with each other, and I have naturally heard of one or two when I mention it. Compared with the indifference to Han Youyu, the raw content of Zhang Jiuding, and the boredom of Pan Bottle, Han Dingtian still has a lot of respect for this old guy who does not enter the room, and he speaks politely, and said: "Senior Mo, I have already made it clear to you at the beginning, this Daoman teacher specially instructed me not to publicize his name when I go out. Han Dingtian, who has all kinds of small calculations, is also able to catch him when he lies.

After taking the tea soup that Han Youyu had just added, Mo Wanqian looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he whispered: "Are you sure he can help me kill the third watch of the night?" Han Dingtian also deliberately lowered his voice and pretended to say: "Senior, don't worry, since the seniors of the Nine Palaces say so, they will definitely be able to do it." Mo Wancheng, who has been kept in the dark for a few days, doesn't care about this complicated relationship that he can't figure out anything, whether it is Jiugong Yan calling that person a master, or Han Dingtian and Pan Bottle calling that person a teacher, or saying that the couple also calls Jiugong Yan a senior, Mo Wanqian cares about whether the Dao Man in their mouths can help him.

Mo Wanqian only cared about drinking tea and did not say anything more. But Han Dingtian opened the conversation box and talked endlessly,

"Senior Mo didn't know, my son had some verbal conflicts with his sisters and brothers that night in Jingzhou because of some trivial things in the Jingzhou calendar, and he was abolished by the beast killed by this day. Originally, I was going to ask the family teacher Jiuding Dao Chang to help come forward, but this night the third watch came up the mountain again, who knows what kind of insidious tricks were made, and even the family teacher was forced to step down from the position of head and punished to go to the back mountain to think about it. The more Han Dingtian spoke, the more angry he became, and his voice unconsciously became higher.

"Pity my son in this great disaster but no one stands up for him, so I have no choice but to go to my insider's master, Mr. Daoman, hoping that he can help me to avenge my son and be angry for my teacher." Pan Bottle, who was beside Han Dingtian, was also resentful, and he was very complaining.

Mo Wanli ignored them and kept his due vigilance against these four people. Even with the relationship between Jiugong Yan, Mo Wanqian was still vigilant.

Seeing that Mo Wanqian didn't speak, Han Dingtian said again: "Although the seniors can rest assured, Teacher Daoman has always been low-key, and it is not surprising that the seniors have not heard of the teacher's name, but ......" said and looked at both sides, and continued in a low voice,

"Teacher Daoman is a person with great powers. Don't hide it from his predecessors, Teacher Daoman traveled around when he was young, and he learned the supreme heart method in the treasure land, not to mention thieves like Night Sangan, even those individuals in his family. What about the old thief at night, and he is not the enemy of Teacher Daoman. I was surprised by the other party's address to the king with a different surname, but Mo Wanqian still didn't answer.

Han Dingtian saw that Mo Wanqian had been silent, and he didn't know what to think about in his heart, and said: "Senior Mo, I don't know what you think of the third watch of the night, but for me, the fault of what happened in Beijing three years ago was him, and it was he who did this angry thing because of his identity as a night family. Regardless of the Liang family, Liang Wei's actions are already unpopular, but poor Mo Ying's brothers, they were killed by Ye Sanjian at a young age, and the court is still so partial, and in the end, it is really hateful! I have to say that Han Dingtian is really good at figuring out people's hearts, just a few words aroused Mo Wantian's monstrous anger, slapped the wooden table, and said fiercely: "That shameless child is really hateful, kill my grandson for no reason, really be a bully of my Mo family?" Since the court doesn't care, then I will take care of it myself, and it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart! ”

"Senior Mo is reasonable!" Han Dingtian hurriedly agreed, looking bitter and hateful,

"Brother Mo Ying did chivalrous things, and when he saw injustice, he drew a knife to help, but he ended up like this, and the official yamen didn't even ask, it's really chilling." The indignant voices of the two people here were an octave higher, causing the tea guests to turn their heads and look at it, just as some grievances and hatreds running the rivers and lakes, that is, to treat their table as a joke.

At this time, a horse on the official road galloped to the dust, the horse was tied with a yellow flag tied to the neck and tied to the bell, and the wind was clanging, and immediately the man was wearing a navy blue suit, and shouted loudly: "Jiangnan Dongdao Fuzhou 800 miles urgent, the royal gold medal, the blocker is dead!" With a sloppy voice, he rushed into the inn.

The eyes in the entire tea stall were all attracted again, Han Dingtian and Pan Bottle just glanced at each other and then withdrew their gaze, the two people who were bent in their hearts glanced at each other, and they both saw a touch of surprise in each other's eyes, but they came and went quickly, and they were fleeting.

Over there, Zhang Jiuding inadvertently saw such subtle movements between the two, his eyes tightened, and he hurriedly served a bowl of tea to cover it up.

Mo Wanqian naturally looked at it in his eyes, but he was still angry and didn't care. It only took a few breaths for a big horse to gallop out, and the yellow flag and the bell sounded crisply, accompanied by the post man's sentence

"Jiangnan East Road Fuzhou 800 miles expedited, the royal gold medal, the blocker died" all the way to the west. After taking a bite of the side dish and putting it in his mouth, Pan Bottle took out the chopsticks and then put a piece of beef into the small bowl in front of Mo Wancheng, touching Mo Wancheng's fierce gaze, Pan Bottle was shy and dodged, just like the chopsticks after letting go of the beef, and it was still sticky with crystal saliva, and the lotus root was broken.