Dugu Ye remembered the time when he had just fled to Shangning City with Mo Ziqin, and at that time Dugu Ye asked Mo Zi Qin: "Little unlucky guy, what's your name?"

"Qin, Mo. Or Qin Mozi, Mo Qinzi. My head hurts," Mo Ziqin, who was only seven years old at the time, said with his little white hands holding his little head.

"Mo Qinzi, Mo Zi Qin. He should be called Mo Ziqin. Well, just take this kid with you and cultivate it well, but he can't continue to be surnamed Mo, otherwise he will be discovered by the officers and soldiers Qin Mo. That's the name. Dugu Ye muttered.

"Uncle, what are you reading?" Mo Ziqin raised his head and said to Dugu Ye.

"It's nothing, you can call Qin Mo in the future. Dugu Ye smiled faintly.

"Qin Mo, Qin Mo. Am I called Qin Mo?" Mozi Qin said confusedly.

Dugu Ye reached out and touched Mo Ziqin's little head, and said, "That's the name." ”

Then Dugu Ye fled to Shangning City with Qin Mo, and met Shen Manyu who couldn't remember anything on the way. So the two amnesiac imps followed Duguye's side to learn art. Or it would be more accurate to say a part-time job.

"Qin Mo, after eating, remember to go to the workshop in the field coal pit to stab briquettes. Xiaoyu remembers to wash the dishes. After Duguye finished eating, he went to his chaise longue and lay down, this chaise longue is said to be made by Qin Mo, so Duguye was very happy for this. He was given a sum of money to buy books.

Qin Mo has been very fond of reading since he was a child, and in his words, those who concentrate on reading will become great. Dugu Ye didn't agree with this. Because if you die studying, you can't achieve anything, and if you don't have combat effectiveness, then you can only be a civil official.

"Well, got it. Qin Mo had just finished eating at this time, and got up and walked towards the second room on the left, which was his own room. The room was just a bed, a bookcase and a wardrobe. Qin Mo walked to the wardrobe and opened it, taking out gloves made of linen and black overalls. I went out and walked to the field workshop. Dugu Ye saw Qin Mo walking out and thought for a while. Followed

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Qin Mo took out the key and opened the chain lock on the iron door, the sound of "bang, boom!" sounded, Qin Mo opened the door and walked into the workshop, went to the corner of the wall, moved the iron door there for a distance, went down to the basement, skillfully picked up the fire fork, and began to stab the briquettes with a peculiar posture. The basement was very hot, and Qin Mo didn't know why this basement was so hot. In the basement, apart from some coal, there was an axe, firewood, and an iron door on the floor in the middle that had never been opened. Qin Mo stabbed briquettes to provide fuel for the blacksmith's furnace, but what puzzled Qin Mo was that Dugu Ye had always asked him to work in a peculiar posture. And it's still a set, a set of iron, and a set of briquettes. Chopping wood, chopping vegetables is another set, in short, when Qin Mo works, he has to do it in the posture designated by Duguye. Otherwise, he will be dragged by Dugu Ye to "learn" on the same day, and he will say: "Make up for the cultivation that was left behind that day." Qin Mo wondered, what kind of cultivation are these movements? In addition to the extremely sore muscles and extreme weakness after doing it, the physique is much stronger. When you carry your true qi, you can lift nearly a thousand catties of things. Every day after work, Dugu Ye would prepare some medicinal herbs for Qin Mo and Shen Manyu to take a bath. Why do you say that Maggie Shen also has to work? That's right, Duguye, the old drunkard, not only let Qin Mo work, but also Maggie Shen also work, but just do other work. For example, housework and the few sets of actions that need to be done every day. Of course, in addition to these, the demands of the work have also increased and increased over time.

Qin Mo is now concentrating on his work, and every time he makes a move, he changes to the next one, as if he is flowing water, and he knows that he has been doing it for a long time by looking at the skilled Cheng Dù. He is extremely attentive to his work every time, even if it is boring.

Duguye on the side was lying on the recliner with a pipe in his mouth, and in the light and dark smoke of the pipe, Duguye's face could be vaguely seen showing a look of satisfaction.

Dugu Ye looked at the smoke and dust that floated up from time to time, and couldn't help but think, "It seems that I have to boil some soup medicine for Qin Mo to drink, if you have a throat problem at a young age, it will be a very troublesome thing."

Dugu Ye has always felt that he is a genius enough, but in other aspects, Dugu Ye feels that Qin Mo is even more genius than him. He was able to strike a good sword at the age of ten, which was related to his natural strength, but it at least proved that he had a high talent for manipulation. What surprised Duguye even more was that every time he showed him the book of war, he could quickly remember it and master it quickly. Knowledge of other aspects can also be quickly absorbed into his brain. Dugu Ye found that his reputation as a genius in the past was nothing in front of Qin Mo, he was a real genius.

Thinking of this, Dugu Ye couldn't help but mutter: "That guy Mo Xingtian is really blessed to have such a smart grandson. However, is he really the bloodline of my Mo family? It seems that my nine-yuan sword power can be succeeded by someone. Shen Manyu's girl is suitable for her to use the knife technique, and she has mastered the Chi Yingyue knife technique I passed to her very well. It's really good to live like this, and you have someone to accompany you every day. I really want to live like this until I die."

Duguye knew that this was just a boring idea on his part. Even if he doesn't think about himself, he has to think about Qin Mo's future. "In two years, they will be able to leave the school, and I should find a place to retire after running around for so long, and the world is so big that I don't know where I can go. Dugu said lonely, shaking the pipe in his hand as he spoke. A layer of ash fell from the pipe.

And Qin Mo in the basement has now finished stabbing the briquettes and is now chopping firewood. One after another strange and body-consuming movements were unleashed, and some beads of sweat appeared on Qin Mo's somewhat immature face. It looked like he was tired, but he still tried to do every move one at a time.

One after another smoke rings floated out of Duguye's pipe, disappearing into his somewhat gray hair and mid-air, I don't know how long it took, Qin Mo walked up from the basement with a sweaty head. One sat on the chair and exhaled: "Whew~! ”

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