Huo Xingan hired a sedan chair for Nalan Yue and Aunt Zhou, rode a horse by himself, and galloped towards Mo Laozhuang pointed out by Aunt Zhou. He wanted to go to the human-faced demon flower, but he was worried that Yue'er and Aunt Zhou would encounter any messy people again, so he couldn't rest assured, so he decided to send Aunt Zhou home first.

In the car, talking about the evil things done by the human-faced demon flower, Aunt Zhou hated. She said happily to Nalan Yue: "That demon girl only arrested those beautiful women, but she didn't arrest you." ”

Speaking of the events of that night, Huo Xingan thought, maybe she couldn't carry the two of them, otherwise Yue'er would inevitably be poisoned.

Nalan Yue couldn't help but be shocked when she saw the scar on the forehead of Aunt Zhou, who was masked. She clasped her palms and bowed, and she was even more grateful to Aunt Zhou.

Galloping all the way, they arrived at a large Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi is surrounded by forests, and the ancient trees are towering to the sky.

Mending saw Aunt Zhou, recognized it for a long time, and his eyes were full of consternation, until Aunt Zhou called out the person's name, and the man greeted him. When the people in the village heard that Aunt Zhou was back, they ran to tell each other, but they couldn't believe it, and they came out to greet her.

After a while, surrounded by the family, they came to the hall, and a middle-aged man wearing a ribbon crown hat, beard and sideburns, and the appearance of an outsider hurriedly greeted them. Seeing Aunt Zhou, looking at it for a long time, she hugged her arm with mixed joy, burst into tears, and called Yanniang. Aunt Zhou also knelt down, hugged his legs and sobbed for a long time.

When asked about others, Huo Xingan learned that Aunt Zhou was the concubine of Mo Qingyan, the owner of the village, who suddenly disappeared when she went to the temple to burn incense many years ago. Over the years, Mo Qingyan didn't know how many places he had searched, but he couldn't find his whereabouts, but he didn't expect to fall into the hands of the human-faced demon flower and become a servant.

Knowing that Huo Xingan saved Zhou Yanniang, Mo Qingyan was grateful and wanted to put on a big wine feast to entertain her. And Huo Xing'an only wanted to catch the human-faced demon flower, so he let Nalan Yue rest in the village, preparing to go back to end the matter by himself. After learning about the cause and effect, Mo Qingyan decided to arrest the murderer with Huo Xingan, so he took more than 20 Zhuang Ding and went to Jiankang with Huo Xingan.

In the outskirts of Jiankang, they found the deserted courtyard, and they didn't see any dogs barking, Huo Xing'an and Mo Qingyan turned back and forth a few times, but they didn't find anything. According to Huo Xing'an's instructions, the Zhuang Ding wanted to go down to the dry well, but found that the well had been filled with mud.

Mo Qingyan thought that there must be a secret entrance. They looked inside and out, and found that there was a rockery that was very clean, no dust, and a place on the rockery was very smooth. Mo Qingyan pushed in that smooth place, and the rockery rumbled and moved, revealing a staircase of a hole.

Huo Xing'an and Mo Qingyan looked at each other, drew their swords, and walked down the steps carefully. Inside, the lights and candles are bright, and it is a large hole in the ground, and there are several holes connected to it. When several of the servants saw them, they were overwhelmed and panicked. Huo Xing'an searched everywhere, but he didn't see the human-faced demon flowers, but only saw the boxes scattered all over the ground, and when he asked those servants, they all shook their heads. Huo Xing'an followed the point of a servant woman, and found another step leading to the ground, the exit was next to the firewood in a stove room, he and Mo Qingyan worked hard to push open the plank, a large vat rolled to the side, he jumped up, there was no one in the stove room, and there was a letterhead on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it, and it read: The little demon woman can only sleep with you in her dreams, and she can't bear to think about it, and it will be difficult in the future.

There seemed to be a bewitching laughter in the distance, and Huo Xing'an chased out of the house, and the trees were scattered, leaving only a faint echo. He was so disheartened that he tore the letterhead to pieces.

Huo Xing'an released more than a dozen servants in the cave, and then set fire to the cave with Mo Qingyan. Outside the house, those servants knelt down to Huo Xing'an to thank him and kowtowed. Mo Qingyan looked at the hideous-looking women, closed his eyes and just shook his head and sighed.

didn't catch the human-faced demon flower, Huo Xingan felt really regretful. Back in Mo Laozhuang, Mo Qingyan and Zhou Yanniang talked about it, and Zhou Yanniang also sighed angrily.

It was late that day, Zhou Yanniang asked Huo Xing'an and Nalan Yue to stay, and kept them for a few more days, and said that Huo Xing'an's body had not recovered yet, and he should take care of it more, Na Lanyue felt that what she said was true, and also advised Huo Xing'an to rest for a few days. It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, so Huo Xingan agreed.

That Mo Qingyan originally had a main room, but he died of illness the year before last, he missed Zhou Yanniang, and he never married again in the past two years. Zhou Yanniang's appearance has been ruined, although Mo Qingyan is also happy and sad in her heart, because of her old feelings, she still supports her as the main room. Knowing Zhou Yanniang's identity, Huo Xingan and Nalan Yue changed their names to Mrs. Zhou.

The next day, Mo Qingyan put on a big wine feast, which was very rich. This Mo Qingyan is quite famous in the local area, and many relatives and friends of the noble clan came to the banquet to congratulate them when they heard the news, and many of them were people from the rivers and lakes. Mo Qingyan invited Huo Xing'an to the table, and all the guests toasted Huo Xing'an. During the banquet, when he was drunk, Mo Qingyan asked Huo Xing'an's original relatives, Huo Xing'an saw that there were guests who talked about Song Jin's bad relationship, so he did not mention the identity of his deceased father, only said that he was ordered by his deceased mother to come to Jiangnan to investigate a family matter, nor did he mention the abduction of Nalan Yue, only said that the daughter of the old man who was a friend of one side came to help. Seeing Huo Xing'an's vague response, Mo Qingyan was secretly suspicious in his heart, but seeing that Huo Xing'an drank boldly and behaved generously, he didn't think much about it.

In the past few days, Mo Qingyan has repeatedly invited each other to feast and enjoy Huo Xingan, and Huo Xingan was also moved by Mo Qingyan's ancient way. That Mrs. Zhou saw that many guests praised Huo Xing'an as a young hero, righteous and awe-inspiring, saving the need, and being Mrs. Zhou's lucky star, she was very happy and liked Huo Xing'an even more. She arranged for five or six servants to serve Huo Xing'an diligently inside and out, and gave him the best room to live in, while Nalan Yue was settled in an ordinary house, with only one family member occasionally coming to bring some tea. With such favoritism, Na Lanyue didn't care, but felt a little estranged from Huo Xing'an. She thought to herself, maybe it was Huo Xingan who saved Mrs. Zhou, so Mrs. Zhou took so much care of him, besides, he couldn't stay for a few days, so he should leave. Whenever she was alone in the room, she always recalled the situation in the thatched hut in the Tianmu Valley and in the Jiankang Inn, Huo Xingan slept not far away, she felt safe and happy in her heart, and that feeling gradually became a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth in private, of course, she would quietly hide this thought, just like hiding the portrait.

One afternoon, Huo Xingan finished drinking wine and walked around the village. Suddenly, I found that next to a sedan chair, Mrs. Zhou was holding a girl and crying. Mrs. Zhou hugged the girl tightly, and the girl sobbed in Mrs. Zhou's arms.

Seeing Huo Xing'an, Mrs. Zhou wiped her tears and gently patted the girl's shoulder: "I've come to see the son of Xing'an." ”

The girl raised the face of the pear blossom with rain and bowed to Huo Xing'an. Huo Xingan hurriedly returned the gift. The girl had a beautiful face, a slender figure, her cherry lips were still moving slightly, and her eyes in the flashing tears seemed to be a little affectionate.

"This is my little daughter, Mo Lan," said Mrs. Zhou, "and went to her aunt's house to play, and when she learned that I was back, she hurried to come back to see me." She looked at Mo Lan lovingly, "It's so big in a flash, I almost didn't recognize it." You don't know how much I've missed her all these years. Hey......"

Na Mo Lan cried again and buried her head in Mrs. Zhou's arms.

"I wish Mrs. Zhou a family reunion. Huo Xingan gave up.

Mrs. Zhou counted the ages of the two, and Huo Xingan was one year and one month younger than Mo Lan. So, when he talked to Mo Lan again, Huo Xingan was commensurate with Sister Lan. However, Mo Lan was a little embarrassed when he heard him call him Sister Lan. "I don't call him Brother Xing'an. She coquettishly said to Mrs. Zhou, "I call him the son of Xing'an." She glanced at Huo Xing'an, half smiling and half ashamed.

Mrs. Zhou said: "Brother Xing'an, son of Xing'an, you can call anything, and you can't exceed the courtesy." She smiled, "Gongzi Xing'an is here, don't be restrained, just treat it as if you were at home." She pulled Huo Xing'an with one hand and Mo Lan with the other, and walked inside, "Now that you know each other, you are more familiar with it." The son of Xing'an is strong in martial arts, Lan'er can ask him for more advice," she said to Huo Xing'an again, "My little girl has always been inferior to her two elder brothers in martial arts since she was a child, I don't know if she has improved in the past few years." ”

"My mother has been absent for the past few years, how can I still have the heart to practice martial arts. Mo Lan said.

"Then you have failed your father, and you have failed your father's famous family. Mrs. Zhou said with a smile.

"Dare to ask what sect Master Mo is?" Huo Xing'an said.

"My husband used to be under the Qingcheng faction, but later because of a serious illness, he returned to his hometown to recuperate, and he never returned to Qingcheng Mountain. After that, he bought a house and settled here. However, every year when the Qingcheng faction worships the ancestors, as a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, he does not forget to pay homage. ”

Hearing the words of the Qingcheng faction, Huo Xing'an moved in his heart. He remembered Nie Motian's entrustment before he died, and remembered the matter of Yue Po snatching the cowhide scroll, and said in his heart, if I can't get that thing back, how can I explain to the Qingcheng faction, how can I be worthy of Brother Nie's gift of fists and swords? Do you want to tell the owner of Mo Zhuang? He thought in his heart, and said in his mouth: "I have heard the name of the Qingcheng faction for a long time. ”

"In the past few years, the Qingcheng faction has done a lot of things, and the husband always wants to go back to the mountain to help, and the Qingcheng faction often has fellow disciples. If the son of Xing'an is prosperous, he can learn more from his husband. ”

"Definitely. Huo Xing'an said.

After that, Mrs. Zhou wanted to take Mo Lan to see Mo Qingyan in the courtyard, and Huo Xingan said goodbye in the corridor. Mo Lan's tears had dried, and she smiled at him and said, "Prince Xing'an will give more advice in the future." ”

"Sister Lan is too modest. Huo Xingan couldn't help but think that he hadn't practiced swords for many days.

At nightfall, the weather was clear, Huo Xingan borrowed a long sword from Zhuang Ding, and practiced it in front of the court.

Nalan Yue walked over lightly and watched from the sidelines.

Huo Xing'an finished practicing Xiao Tianzu's set of Changbai faction swordsmanship, and practiced the Xuanling swordsmanship from beginning to end, and with the body method of winding Liangyan taught by Xing Po, he found that he had more experience in the displacement and occupancy of Xuanling swordsmanship. He put away his sword and looked at Nalan Yue with a smile. Nalan Yue flashed her eyelashes: "Childe's swordsmanship is getting better and better." ”

"Yue'er has won the prize. This little skill of mine is shallow...... Hey," Huo Xing'an said, "How can I get into Yue'er's eyes?

"Yue'er thinks it's good," Nalan Yue said, "If Childe can practice unremittingly, he will one day be higher than Meng Tong." ”

Huo Xing thought with peace of mind, Yue'er really lifted me, so in addition to Meng Tong, there is also Qin Shaopu, and your sister, I have never seen Nalan Huan make a move, and it is estimated that if she shows her kung fu, she will be better than her. I don't know how many masters in the world. The owner of Mo Zhuang here is a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and it is estimated that his kung fu is not weak, maybe that Mo Lan's kung fu is above himself. He slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard, thinking of the Kui Dou sword that was taken away by Meng Tong, he couldn't help but hate it in his heart, and secretly gritted his teeth.

Seeing that he suddenly frowned, Nalan Yue knew that he was angry with Meng Tong, so he said: "When the son is gone, if you see my brother-in-law again one day, I will definitely let him teach you my father's swordsmanship." ”

"Thank you Yue'er for your kindness, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the door of your villa. He looked at Yue'er and thought to himself, the world is unclear now, and the road ahead is at a loss, but how can he have such a vision.

"Don't worry, son, everything is right and wrong, there will always be a time when the water will come to light. My brother-in-law is actually a very good person, and he has always been kind to his son. ”

Listening to Nalan Yue's words of comfort, Huo Xingan seemed to feel a breeze in his arms, and he looked at Na Lan Yue, at this time, the moonlight was like water, reflecting her gentle and bright eyes. Seeing him looking at him for a moment, Na Lan Yue smiled and gently raised her eyes to look at the sky: "Childe, look, the moon is really round today." ”

Huo Xingan also raised his eyes: "Yes, it's really round." ”

At this moment, the sound of several plucked strings came. Then, slowly, the sound of the piano like flowing water rubbing stones gurgled up, and it was faintly born.

"Listen, there's someone playing the piano there. Nalan Yue pointed to the courtyard.

"Let's go hear it. Huo Xing'an said.

Nalan Yue nodded. So they followed the sound of the piano to another courtyard.

Passing through the sparse flowers and trees and the delicate rockery, they came to a pond, and in the middle of the pond there was a gazebo, in which a young girl was sitting in front of the zither plucking the silk strings, with her fingers moving and her expression focused. A maid stood beside him with a small lantern.

They stopped and listened, the sound of the piano was like the shadow of the moon and the waves, like the branches of flowers dipped in water, which made people think far away and linger with feelings.

Nalan Yue said: "This sister plays very well." ”

Huo Xing'an looked at the girl carefully, it was Mo Lan. "That's the young lady of the Mo family. He said.

As soon as the song was over, the girl looked up at them. "But is it the son of Xing'an?"

Huo Xing'an responded, crossed the bamboo bridge with Nalan Yue, and approached. Mo Lan stood up and saluted. Huo Xing'an introduced Nalan Yue to her. Mo Lan took Nalan Yue's hand and said, "Sister Yue'er and I are like each other at first sight. She looked at Nalan Yue and said, "The prince of Xing'an didn't introduce it, I just said that it was because I played it randomly and called out the fairy under the moon." ”

Na Lan Yue was embarrassed by what she said, and smiled and bowed her head: "It was Sister Lan's beautiful piano playing that attracted us here." ”

Huo Xingan said: "Yes, Sister Lan's piano playing is good, I don't know how to describe it." I'm a little knowledgeable and clumsy in my words, and I can't find a good word to describe it. ”

Mo Lan smiled: "Gongzi Xing'an likes it, that is the best reputation, better than any gorgeous rhetoric." ”

"Sister Lan is in love. ”

Mo Lan glanced at Nalan Yue, then at Gongzi Xing'an, and said, "Please sit down." She gestured to the mat next to her.

Huo Xing'an and Nalan Yue sat down on the mat. Huo Xingan said: "Sister Lan's piano is played well, and Yue'er's song is also sung well." ”

Na Lan Yue said shyly: "I just sing casually, how can I compare with Sister Lan." ”

Huo Xingan said: "I don't compare, I just think it's all good." ”

"When Gongzi Xing'an said this, he must have wanted to hear Sister Yue'er sing. Mo Lan smiled, "Then let's make a song, okay?"

Nalan Yue stroked her sideburns and hesitated: "This, I ......"

Seeing that Nalan Yue hesitated, Mo Lan stroked the pillow and said, "Qingping tune, how is it?"

Nalan Yue shook her head slightly. She thought for a moment and said, "Pick up Fangqu, Sister Lan, can you?"

Mo Lan nodded. She tapped the strings with her fingertips, lowered her head in contemplation, and for a moment, slid a few times, and picked it up......

Nalan Yue raised her head and neck slightly, tapped the beat, and sang along the piano note:

Look at the dreak of twilight and look at the misty clouds

Thousands of mountains and ravines into the quiet appreciation of the painting

Take advantage of the breeze and the waves of the waves

The rain and withered leaves are not noticed

The lotus skirt is full of slenderness, and the slenderness of the lotus step

A glimpse of the beautiful face

The drunken zither is leisurely and the heart is curling

Gently twist and twist the sudden movement of love

The veins of memory condensation are far away

Swallowing tears, Gu Ying sighed for the shortness of fate

The sorrow of compassion and loneliness is gloomy, and the day is gone

The beautiful scenery of a good day is like the empty illusion of a dream

Looking at the bright moon, I express my chest

Tibetan jade is like the beginning of a flower

The loneliness of prison time is lonely, and the darkness of divine thought

The past and the present are lingering

The writer is full of joy and pours a glass of wine

I want to talk about it

The sound of the piano is moving, the singing is also moving, Huo Xingan is fascinated by it, and he said in his heart, this is really a perfect match in the world. He used to listen to the Tianzu, although it was also melodious, but it was just in case of this heavenly music.

It's just that the meaning of the words is soft, revealing a trace of grievance, and when I hear it at the end, it makes people feel a faint sadness in the leisurely admiration. He couldn't help but sigh softly.

Mo Lan swiped a few strings, as if the aftermath was lingering, drifting away in the bright moonlight.

Huo Xingan said "yes" from the bottom of his heart. He remembered the sentence "This song should only exist in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times", so he said: "It's really like listening to a heavenly song, not like the sound of the earth." ”

Mo Lan smiled: "Then the prince of Xing'an should listen to us play and sing in the Guanghan Palace." ”

"I don't think it might have sounded so good in the palace that day. ”

"Prince Xing'an likes to listen to it, so I'll play it to you often. Mo Lan glanced at Nalan Yue.

Nalan Yue smiled silently.

"Sister Lan's good intentions, Xing's peace of mind has been received. ”

"But I can only play, not sing," Mo Lan said, "The prince of Xing'an wants to listen to the heavenly music, and Sister Yue'er is indispensable." ”

Nalan Yue said: "Sister Lan smiled, you are playing the heavenly song." Besides, I'll only have a few songs. ”

Huo Xingan praised: "The piano and singing voices of the two are beautiful in the world. ”

Nalan Yue's face couldn't help but blush.

Mo Lan smiled: "What about the two of us, isn't it also beautiful?"

Unexpectedly, she suddenly asked like this, and Huo Xingan was embarrassed to be asked. The question was abrupt, and if the answer was abrupt, he could only nod in a panic. Mo Lan giggled, and the little girl next to her also covered her mouth and smiled.

"Childe is not surprised, Lan'er is just joking. If you want to say that it is beautiful, I think Sister Yue'er is worthy. ”

Nalan Yue lowered her head at what she said. Mo Lan grabbed Nalan Yue's cuffs and said, "If Sister Yue'er doesn't leave, teach me to sing, and I'll teach my sister to play the piano." She said to Huo Xing'an, "If Gongzi Xing'an doesn't leave, there will be two kinds of blessings to enjoy, isn't it beautiful?"

Seeing Mo Lan's hearty temperament, Huo Xingan felt quite close. Although I have only known him for a day, I seem to have known him for many years. "I also want to stay a few more days, but I have something to do, Sister Lan is gracious, Huo Xing is relieved, but it is inconvenient to stay for a long time. ”

On the other side of the pond, Mrs. Zhou was looking at the pavilion in the dark beside the pillars, and when she saw that they were talking and laughing, she couldn't help but smile and nod. Hearing Huo Xing'an say that she was going to leave, the scar between her eyebrows shrugged, and she turned away thoughtfully.