Doesn't Xiao Yan understand? He really doesn't understand.

But he understands Mo Qian, and understands from the bottom of his heart.

What Mo Wen suffered was the indifference, filthiness and distortion of human nature, while what Xiao Yan experienced was the most terrifying part of human nature.

It's called "Freedom".

There is no moral constraint, there is no legal constraint, and the power of life and death depends on the joy of a person they cannot resist. They are like a herd of lambs being led, and no matter what the process is, the end is almost the same - struggling to die in pain and despair.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Yan's body had an abnormal toxicity tolerance and was valued by the old demon, any slightly larger dose of Gu poison could easily take him away.

So the experiences of the master and apprentice are actually similar.

It's just that Xiao Yan can't say it yet, he doesn't want to bring endless fear and worry to the Mo family's ordinary and leisurely life because of his words.

He just wants to rely on his own efforts now to get back what should have belonged to the Mo family for his master.

He even had a whim, if he was willing to attend on behalf of the martial arts hall, maybe he could investigate the real culprit who poisoned his uncle and brother back then!

"Is it really murderous?" Mo Wen laughed miserably, "Why bother so much? I can tell you that it was the people from the Huang Family Martial Arts Hall who killed them, and it was the apprentice I trusted the most back then, Chen Asan, who poisoned them." As he spoke, he glanced at Xiao Yan meaningfully.

"But...... For... Why?" Xiao Yan couldn't figure it out.

"What's so difficult about this," Mo Wen sneered, "If you accept other people's money, you naturally have to do things for others! It's really ridiculous to think about it, many years of friendship between teachers and two lives, but they can't compare to a pile of lifeless stinky silver tickets?"

"But Master, I ......"

Mo Wen raised his hand and motioned for Xiao Yan to stop. He turned his head to look at the inky sky outside the house, and said slowly: "Xiao Yan, Master understands your thoughts, but the lion dance conference is full of dangers, and our Mo family has long been excluded and targeted, so it is impossible to avoid chaos." You are a good boy, Master doesn't want you to have three longs and two shorts, besides, don't you still have a big revenge to avenge yourself? Your road is still very long, and you can't be cut off in this small county town!"

Xiao Yan lowered his head, his eyes closed, as if he was trying to endure something. After a long time, he raised his head: "Master, I still have to go." ”

"Why are you so stubborn!" Mo Wen was a little annoyed.

"Master, the person I am going to face is one of the best figures in the entire Central Plains, and even in the entire rivers and lakes. I've worked hard to improve myself over the years just to be able to fight that guy one day. But if I can't even pass this level at the doorstep, then what are you talking about, what are you talking about, what are you talking about revenge?" Xiao Yan's tone was unquestionable.

Mo Wen glanced at Xiao Yan deeply and said, "Is it the head of the Gu Poison in the Western Regions, the red-faced old demon known as the number one poison master in the world?"

"Master, Master, you ......" Xiao Yan was dumbfounded, and he didn't know whether to admit or avoid it for a while.

"In the early years, I heard that the old devil loved to kidnap boys and girls as medicine slaves, and at first I thought it was just a legend to scare children, but now it seems to be true. Mo Wen chuckled and touched his forehead. Linked to Xiao Yan's scarred, sick and weak body at the beginning, coupled with the domineering internal strength in his body that he couldn't tell the origin, if it was explained by the toxins accumulated over the years, all of this made sense.

"Master, I'm ......" Xiao Yan was speechless for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"Come, Xiao Yan, sit down," Mo Wen pulled out two stools, "Do you know how big this river and lake is?"

Xiao Yan shook his head blankly. In his early years, under the wing of his parents in Niujia Village, he was a carefree child; later he was kidnapped by the red-faced old devil, although he walked through many rivers and lakes, but he did not have the opportunity to face the world; now in Ping'an County, although he is free, but the rivers and lakes outside are still only hearsay.

"Okay, listen up," Mo Wen cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "The rivers and lakes are very big, so big that they are beyond anyone's imagination. Today's Central Plains, the biggest is naturally the imperial court, but it does not occupy an absolute dominant position: externally, there are Xiongnu in the north, brave and good at fighting; the Western Regions are strangers and mysterious; the East China Sea is constantly harassed; and within the Central Plains, the princes and generals in the court are vying for power, and in the rivers and lakes, there are Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, Diancang, Huashan, Beggars, Shaolin Eight major sects, as well as Mingjiao, Tangmen, Wanxiangge and other forces that are not famous and decent but should not be underestimated.

"Our small county town of Ping'an is just a drop in the ocean in this thousands of worlds, and the Mo family's boxing method is not a superior martial art - although the master said that the practice of martial arts is important to the individual, not the exercises, this is true. But the reason why superior martial arts are superior naturally has his reasons, like some legendary martial arts masters, it is difficult to subdue them without the ability to reach the sky, do you understand?"

Xiao Yan listened very carefully.

"You have an average understanding, but fortunately, you have a solid foundation, you are diligent in your practice, and you can have a slight upper hand in the tricks with the master the day before yesterday, which is already extremely good. But because of the lack of actual combat, on the rivers and lakes, it is just an ordinary and ordinary pawn. That old devil's methods are arrogant and superb, how can you compete with them now?

Xiao Yan nodded, looking a little depressed.

"But then again," Mo Wen suddenly changed his words, "If you insist on going to the lion dance conference, it will not be a good thing, but time has passed, and my Mo family disciples will definitely be in danger at the conference." You are a good boy, Master doesn't want you to be like Uncle Shi, be victimized by traitors and miss your future!"

"Master, my husband has something to do, and I don't have to do anything! I'm really not afraid!" Xiao Yan clenched his fists.

"Okay, you can go!" Mo Wen pondered for a long time and nodded.

Xiao Yan was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed: "Thank you, Master!"

Mo Wen smiled bitterly: "Don't be busy with happiness first, the first problem at the moment, I'm afraid it will be difficult to solve." ”

"Master, what's the problem?"

"The first requirement of the lion dance conference is that it must be a martial arts hall in the county, which is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the second - there must be three participants, and the owner of the hall can only watch and not intervene. You see that your group of junior brothers are barely able to cheat and play tricks when they usually practice, and with the experience of their early years, how could they be willing to do such a dangerous thing for the sake of the martial arts hall?"

Xiao Yan scratched his head and said, "Master, you can try it, this kind of thing is not accurate." ”

Early the next morning, the courtyard of the Mojia Martial Arts Hall.

"The New Year's Day doesn't let people sleep well, why did you call us over early in the morning?"

"It's just, really, a cold person!"

A group of sleepy-eyed apprentices yawned and sighed in the courtyard.

"Ahem!" Mo Wen coughed twice, and waited for the apprentices to calm down, then said slowly: "The teacher asked you to come this time for the sake of the martial arts hall festival in the city in three days, the lion dance conference!"

"Dance, lion dance?" the apprentices suddenly fell silent and looked at each other in horror. Things in the early years were boiling, how could these disciples in the martial arts hall not know?

"That's right, the lion dance conference!" Mo Wen nodded, "I have already decided to let Xiao Yan participate in this conference, do any of you want to accompany him?"

"Uh...... This ......" disciples looked at each other and took a step back.

Mo Wen saw it in his eyes, and his heart was already very sad, but he still beat his spirits and pointed to one of them: "Mao family Ajin, you can practice on weekdays, are you willing to accompany your junior brother to go together?"

"Master, this ......" The disciple shuddered, and instantly decided to be lazy in his future practice: "Master, Master, I have eaten bad things in the past few days, vomiting and diarrhea, I'm afraid it's not suitable to go there......"

"Liu Xiwen, what about you?"

"Master, that, my cold hasn't healed, and I have a headache ......," the disciple hurriedly excused himself.

Xiao Yan couldn't stand it anymore, he ran over and took a person's hand: "Senior Brother Zhang, you and I are the best on weekdays, are you willing?"

Senior Brother Zhang smiled bitterly and withdrew his hand, and said honestly: "Senior Brother Xiao, everyone knows your situation, and the master may not have beaten you, so how can we, the junior brothers who have just peeked into the door, do nothing, help you? ”

Xiao Yan took two steps back, his eyes full of loss and helplessness.

"That's it, that's it!" Mo Wen waved his hand and scolded angrily.

"Yes, Master!" The disciples hurriedly ran home as if they had been pardoned.

"Xiao Yan, you have also seen it, how can you be entrusted with such a heavy responsibility?" Mo Wen waved his hand and sighed, "You better stay alive, it's a big deal, I'll take you to the venue with a shy old face." ”

Xiao Yan scratched his head, and suddenly said: "Master, I have a friend who should be willing to accompany me, but he is not from the martial arts hall, and he may have to bother Master to make a show and accept him as a registered disciple!"

Mo Wen was stunned and said, "You mean...... That little beggar?"