Dongfang Su could see that for some reason, Shizun didn't seem to be willing to mention what happened later, so he didn't ask more questions at the moment.

Maybe it's because of sadness, or maybe it's related to the disfigurement of the master, but no matter what, what happened later must be the pain in the master's heart.

She thought in her heart, when she thought of Shizun's appearance, her heart felt a pang of cramp for no reason, appearance is a second life for a woman, Shizun actually ruined it for that person, you can imagine how much she loved him at that time.

Mo Yushi looked at her and said with a smile: "Emotional things are very strange, it can make a person restrain from the precipice, it can also make a person fall into the abyss, and it can even make a person crazy, you will experience it when you meet it in the future." ”

Dongfang Su was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I don't need to encounter it, I just hope that I can always accompany and serve the master for the rest of my life." ”

Mo Yushi touched her hair a little dotingly, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, once the emotion thing comes, you can't stop it, because it is never controlled." ”

"Also, if you meet Nie Donglai again in the future, I hope you can help him as much as possible, the burden on him is too heavy. ”

Dongfang Su raised his head and asked a little puzzled: "But he doesn't seem to think about it!"

Mo Yushi sighed and said, "If I expected it to be true, he should have amnesia, which is why I am worried about him." ”

"Amnesia? How is this possible?"

Dongfang Su exclaimed.

Mo Yushi frowned, and said worriedly: "It shouldn't be wrong, because he doesn't even know the Longquan Sword." ”

"Otherwise, I wouldn't worry about him, after all, his martial arts are only higher than yours, it seems that in the past six years, that old bastard has still put a lot of thought into him. ”

Dongfang Su was shocked again, his martial arts were personally guided and trained by Shizun, and now he is considered first-class, Nie Donglai can actually be stronger than himself, not weaker, it can be seen that his strength is really not ordinary.

"In that case, why is Shizun still worried about him? Even if he really has amnesia, his martial arts are still there? What's more, his martial arts are stronger than his disciples, what can the disciples do to help him?"

Dongfang Su looked confused.

Mo Yushi said earnestly: "You are not deeply involved in the world, and it is understandable that you don't understand, but you must always remember that in this world, the most terrible thing is not martial arts, but people's hearts." ”

Dongfang Su was confused when he heard this, and said, "Shizun is afraid that people with ulterior motives will use conspiracy and trickery against him?"

Mo Yushi nodded and said, "Well, originally a large number of people in the rivers and lakes had ulterior motives for him, waiting for him to come down from Lingtai Mountain, not to mention that he still carries the Longquan Sword, a treasure that people in the martial arts dream of. ”

Dongfang Su thought for a moment and said, "Then why did Shizun give him the Longquan Sword?"

Mo Yushi said in a deep voice: "First, it is to give him more ability to protect himself, and second, I want to take the opportunity to test the attitude of all sects and factions in the martial arts!"

"Shizun wants to use this to investigate the events of the year?"

Dongfang Su Bingxue is smart, and when she heard it, she understood what Mo Yushi was thinking.

Mo Yushi is not surprised, after all, her disciple was brought up by herself, and she knows how good she is.

"I can't let him die without a blind eye!"

A trace of self-reproach appeared on Mo Yushi's face.

"What if he's still alive? Rumors in the rivers and lakes only say that he has disappeared, not that he is no longer alive. ”

Dongfang Su said with luck.

"It's better to live, no matter what, Longquan Sword is an opportunity. ”

Hearing Dongfang Su's words, a ripple appeared in Mo Yushi's heart, and his mood also changed a little, and he said in a trembling voice.

"Disciple understood!"

Dongfang Su looked at Shizun's appearance, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, she even felt a little wronged for Shizun, she couldn't understand how an excellent man could make Shizun so happy.

Mo Yushi looked at her with satisfaction, her disciple had never let herself down, even if she had been displaced with her, she had never complained.

Thinking of this, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "Su'er, following the teacher for all these years has made you wronged." ”

Dongfang Su's nose was sour, and he sobbed: "The disciple is not wronged, even if he sleeps on the street with the master, the disciple's heart is sweet, not to mention, if it wasn't for the master, the disciple would have been on the street a long time ago, and the disciple just felt wronged for the master." ”

"Silly boy!"

Mo Yushi let out a long sigh and pulled her into his arms.

The two hugged each other like this, and Dongfang Su sobbed softly.

She recalled the picture of her first acquaintance with her master.

It was a cold winter, and the wind swirled in the sky, as if to assert its supremacy.

At the end of a cold street, wisps of white smoke are emitting from a stall that buys steamed buns.

In the alley not far from the stall, a skinny, tattered little girl stared at the steaming steamed bun with a longing expression.

Every now and then, the little girl would swallow her saliva and stick out her tongue to lick her chapped lips, and her heart was struggling.

For a long time, the little girl seemed to have made up her mind, cautiously leaned towards the steamed bun stall, slowly walked to the steamed bun stall, quickly looked around, and saw that the stall owner was busy working, and did not notice herself, she hurriedly grabbed two steamed buns, pulled her legs and ran.

As soon as the stall owner turned around, he happened to see her back, and without saying a word, he threw away the steamer in his hand and chased after her.

shouted while chasing: "You little bastard, dare to steal Lao Tzu's things, give Lao Tzu a stop." ”

Hearing this, the little girl's heart trembled, and when she looked back, she saw that the stall owner was chasing after her tightly from behind, although she was nervous to death, but she did not stop, and ran desperately towards the alley on the other side of the street.

But how could she, a skinny little girl, outrun the sturdy middle-aged stall owner.

After a while, the stall owner chased after her, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her back, and her petite and thin body was thrown by the stall owner like nothing at the mouth of the alley.

"Bang!"

I saw her back on the ground, her head hit a wooden stake at the mouth of the alley, rubbing the skin, and blood fell down her head on the stake, which was very dazzling.

But the stall owner didn't care about it, and said with a fierce face: "Little bastard, why don't you run away? Dare to steal Lao Tzu's things, see how Lao Tzu cleans you up." ”

As he spoke, he punched and kicked the little girl.

A few people in the street pointed and watched, but no one stepped forward to dissuade them.

The little girl didn't say anything, just held the two stolen steamed buns on her chest with both hands, and stared at the middle-aged stall owner with a stubborn face.

After a while, the little girl's nose and face became blue and swollen, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

The stall owner also did not stop, shouting while fighting.

"You dare to steal Lao Tzu's things!"

"Tell you to steal Lao Tzu's things!"

"See if I don't kill you little bastard!"

The little girl was kicked by him like a ball, rolling back and forth on the ground, and she always protected the two steamed buns with both hands.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged stall owner who was beating the little girl flew out inexplicably, hit the wall of the alley, and fell into a mess.

A boneless hand gently pulled the little girl up, and then a crisp voice like the cry of a yellow warbler came from her ears.

"Little sister, are you alright?"

The little girl was a little stunned by the middle-aged stall owner, and lowered her head and whispered mechanically: "I'm fine!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"This must be a fairy, right?"

Listening to the lively crowd around her, she raised her head and saw a woman squatting in front of her, who was about the prime of her life, and at this time, she was looking at herself with a smile.

At a glance, she was amazed by the woman, and she swore that this was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen when she was so old, and there was no one.

I saw the woman's melon seed face, a pair of watery and charming Danfeng eyes as if they could speak, which made people involuntarily sink involuntarily, and the smile floating at the corner of her mouth, like a spring breeze in February, made people bathe and reborn, the hair pulled up high, the firm nose bridge, and the green and gorgeous skirt robe, all of which showed her extraordinary.