Going back to the Mo family Zhuangzi in Mo County, Mo Ming began to retreat after the moonless night, and he naturally informed the county lord of the matter of having six more veins of Qi Yuan.

When the tiger guy told the county lord the news, he didn't see the slightest joy on her face, but a little sad. The tiger guy was puzzled by this, but because of the difference between master and servant, it was not good to ask more.

Jian Lao took a sip of tea, then turned to the tiger guy and said, "Old man, can I talk to the master mother alone?"

Jian Lao was driving people away, but the tiger guy was not displeased at all, drank all the tea soup in the cup, and went out with a smile. There is naturally a reason why the tiger guy is not angry, the tiger guy is a martial artist, but he is not a swordsman. Because he is a martial artist, he knows that the exercises are not passed on. Because he is not a swordsman, he can't and doesn't want to get involved in the Mo family's Mo Yu sword.

The tiger guy is happy, because he watched the young owner grow up and his skills improved by leaps and bounds overnight, and the future of the Mo family can be expected.

Seeing the old man go out, the old man looked towards the county lord, but when he turned his head, he saw a crying face with delicate makeup. The county lord is no longer a girl, but in the eyes of Jian Lao, he is still a child, a child as old as his daughter.

"Girl, you should be happy. ”

The county lord sobbed, wiped his tears with a silk handkerchief, and said, "I should be happy, I should be happy, Ming'er may be able to break Hongmeng." There are only a few people in the world who are in their twenties and can reach the level of such a great grandmaster, so I should be happy. ”

said that he was happy, but he was still sad and still crying.

Regardless of the difference between master and servant or male and female, Jian Lao's hand pressed on the shoulder of the county lord, patting it gently and comforting him.

"Girl, everything is destined, and everything is not up to people. Ming'er can carry the banner of the Mo family now, that kid will do this, and if you think about it, I don't complain about you. ”

As soon as he heard Jian Lao's words, the county lord grabbed Jian Lao's hand and asked, "Jian Lao, he doesn't complain about me, then, but he also has no affection for me?"

Jian Lao was overwhelmed, and his hatred was scattered, shouldn't it be a good thing? But indeed, if the hatred is dispersed, there will be no other feelings, and it will be like a stranger, but there is really still a chance to be upright and see each other in real terms?

Jian Lao opened the topic and asked, "Sang'er is saying goodbye to you?"

Jian Lao wanted to let the county lord not think about sad things, but when he twitched, he actually mentioned the matter of Mo Sang, and he regretted it before he spoke.

But when it came to Mo Sang, the county lord did not have the pain of parting with her lover, she said in a cold voice: "I don't know what Brother Sang wants to do. But Brother Sango wants to do it, and I already knew it when I married him. has also survived all these years, the child is slowly growing up, if Ming'er is married earlier, Sang Ge can still see his grandson, it is not a pity. ”

The topic unfolded, and Jian Lao couldn't forcibly change anymore, so he had to follow the words: "Sang'er is talented, he doesn't love the rivers and lakes, he doesn't mess with the court, and everything he wants in his life is for the Mo family." Perhaps in his opinion, only in this way can you really protect the Mo family, and you and Ming'er can live in peace. ”

"Sword Elder will Brother Sang fail, will he fall like this?"

Jian Lao naturally didn't dare to be sure, immortal cultivators cultivated immortals, followed the right path, one hurdle after another, and after passing it, they got the avenue and became an immortal. But if a martial artist goes to break through the realm, it is tantamount to ignoring the rules of heaven and earth, and he can be an outlier and kill for heaven and earth. Although Jian Lao is old, he has also survived a heavenly tribulation, but after all, that heavenly tribulation is aimed at martial arts cultivation, and it is not compatible with those gods, ghosts, immortals and demons.

Because I didn't know or was not sure, I had to say: "It's useless to think too much, if Sang'er becomes it, those big names in the sky in the future should no longer covet it, and then embarrass the Mo family." If you fail, why bother thinking about such unhappy things?"

"Yes, Sang Ge is not a thing in the pool, he will naturally succeed. ”

As he spoke, the county lord began to cry again, crying and crying, like a doll who had lost sugar.

"If Brother Sango is successful, Ming'er won't have to carry these anymore, and Ming'er's children won't have to be like my children. Jian Lao, the Mo family is so sorry for that child, don't you hate this child?

Jian Lao was helpless, he wanted to talk to the county lord alone about Mo Ming's cultivation and Ye Guangji's letter, but no matter what, it would always involve that child. Although he was helpless, he had to continue, and listened to him: "I think back then, I didn't look down on the dog, it was so ugly, and my cultivation was not graceful. But Yun'er just wanted to be with him, and after a long time, he knew what this ugly boy was, so he let the two of them go. Although Yun'er is cold, the truth of life is clear better than anyone else. But according to Yun'er's temperament, Ruge is afraid that she has suffered a lot. ”

"Who?"

The county lord listened to Jian Lao's words in a fog, and finally heard the word Ruge, and the first thing he thought of would be his other child. Baiyun, Canggou, and Ruge, the three names are connected to think, isn't that Ruge the ghost master of the Dusk Han Building, lingering like a song?

This time, Jian Lao didn't say the wrong thing, but planned to tell the truth to the truth.

He patted the county lord's hand lightly, then withdrew the hand he was holding down, and continued: "Baiyun is my daughter Xu Yun, and Canggou is the ugly slave who used to be around Sang'er in the past. On the day you gave birth, I asked me to send a child away, but I have been in the Mo family all my life, where can I be the one who can intersect with this great responsibility. It was also Yun'er who shouldered this responsibility for me, thinking that this child would grow up and have a future but did not have any intention of revenge against the Mo family, and it was also Yun'er's teaching. ”

"Yingruge has never been to Tianshui Villa, sure enough, sure enough, Changkong is my child. ”

When the words fell, the county lord began to sobble again, and Jian Lao didn't intend to stop it anymore, just nodded and continued: "Maybe Ruge just wants to see what he was born in and what the place where he should have grown up. He just wanted to see what his siblings were like. ”

"Jian Lao, what about him, he returned half of Qi Yuan to Ming'er, will he be fine?"

Jian Lao knew the secrets of the Mo family, but he had never seen what happened to the person who stripped off Qi Yuan, or should he say that he had never seen the person who stripped off Qi Yuan.

He had to comfort the county lord and said, "Ruge is not only a martial artist with good skills, but also an immortal cultivator, thinking that since he may become an immortal, the mortal body will not affect him too much." ”

The words were originally comforting words, and the words were not bad, but the target was the county lord, but the effect was very different.

"He stripped off Qiyuan and gave it to Ming'er, and sure enough, he really wanted to cut off with my Mo family and me, and the two did not owe each other. I, I'm his mother, I'm pregnant in October, he's a piece of meat that fell from my body, why should my Tu'er be so ruthless, so ruthless?"

Jian honestly couldn't think of comforting words, and he couldn't say it, so he had to change the topic again, and the topic began to be heavy.

"Girl, Ruge is not a child, what he wants to do should be up to him. Now we should be more concerned about Ming'er, do you know that Ming'er gave up martial arts in order to break through his cultivation and entered the hundred schools of Zhuzi? Now he has the eighteen veins of Qiyuan, and he wants to be able to do it again and return to martial arts. ”

Which is more important, the county lord can also distinguish between them, he already owes a child, and the rest of this one cannot cause him to have an accident again. But helplessly, the two children were born in the Mo family, no matter which one is left and which one is sent away, this life will not be smooth and leisurely.

The danger to be faced by the one sent outside is unspeakable, but the pressure of the one left behind is like Mount Tai. Nuancai Literature Network

"Sword Elder, it's better to let Ming'er retreat for a few days, and after he gets out, you can teach Ming'er the next few chapters of the sword book. ”

Jian Lao nodded, the world thought that the Mo family's Mo Yu swordsmanship was only obtained by the sword master, but what people didn't know was that in addition to the Mo family, the Mo family would also train a person to practice this way. The purpose is naturally to prevent the sword bearer from having an accident, and the sword technique has been lost since then. That outsider would think that this outsider, who also practiced the Mohist swordsmanship, should be a lucky person.

Only people like Tong Jian Lao will know the pain caused by that burden.

Jian Lao's life is only an inch of land in this Tianshui Villa, not to mention outside Mo County, even what the people at the foot of the mountain look like, they have to rely on the servants who return to the mountain to tell them.

Even if the chicks grow into eagles, they are trapped in the cage all their lives, is it fortunate or unfortunate, how to say a word?

"Sword Lao, although Ming'er is a blessing in disguise, who killed the two senior monks of Hanshan Temple still has to be traced. ”

Jian Lao nodded and said, "The two monks of Wuhai and Wujue have paid too much for the Mo family, and they can't let the two of them go west. By the way, there have been disasters in the past few days, and Ye Guangji has a letter, but he forgot to tell it. ”

Ye Guangji, that is, the black-clothed boy among the black and white boys in Yi Shuihan, was silent.

It was also the first time that the county lord had heard that if it was just a personal letter, the old sword wouldn't have to talk to her, but if he said it, it would naturally be something related to the Mo family or the Zhu family.

"The content of this old guy's letter, I can't understand the content of this bad old man. ”

"How so?"

"The meaning of the appointment is that if the Mo family wants to be well, it is enough to kill one person. ”

The county lord couldn't help frowning, it was not right to kill someone, and it was meaningless to refute such absurd arguments as killing one person and saving a boat.

But she is not an ordinary person after all, she is the favorite daughter of King Jinling, although she is the county lord, she has the same power as the eldest princess in the empire. She is also the mother of the Mo family, although the Mo family has no intention of the court, but the hereditary throne cannot be faked, and her identity as a fine monarch cannot be faked.

Because of her extraordinary status, she never thinks about whether killing people is evil. All I think about is that this person can't be killed, and this business can't be done.

"Who?"

At this time, Jian Lao sighed helplessly, shook his head and said, "The lord of the city that never sleeps in the West, Zhongxi Hou." ”

When the words fell, the room was quiet for an instant, the old man no longer spoke, and the county lord didn't know how to answer.

In the end, it was the mother of the Mo family who opened her mouth first, and listened to her: "After all, I overestimated human feelings, and I also stayed in Zhuangzi for a long time, forgetting its warmth and coldness." Jian Lao, have you ruined this letter?"

Seeing that the elder sword nodded, the county lord was relieved and continued: "It's good to ruin it, and this Ye Guangji has never sent a letter." ”

"Why is that?"

"Not to mention whether this Zhongxihou is good or not, the key is that this Zhongxihou can't be killed. ”

Jian Lao was puzzled, Zhong Xihou had never really shown his cultivation, and he was not sure whether he could kill him, but why did he say that this Zhongxi Hou could not be killed.

The county lord also saw Jian Lao's confusion and explained: "Jian Lao, what did Brother Sang and Zhong Nanyan do more than twenty years ago, you should know. Since you know, you should also understand that the lord of the city, Zhongxihou, went out of the city without regard to the emperor's order, and came to the city for what purpose. ”

Jian Lao understood, he also nodded, and wanted to raise his glass to take a sip of tea, but when the teacup reached his mouth, he realized that the two had been talking and had forgotten to renew the tea. didn't pour tea, expressed his doubts, and said: "That girl, you said that this Ye Guangji asked our Mo family to kill Zhongxi Hou, is it the meaning of the old prince, or does he Ye Guangji really want to help the Mo family?"

"I can't understand my father's personality anymore, and I think it's Ye Guangji's idea. Perhaps he thinks that if he kills Zhongxihou and messes up the deployment of his predecessors, the Qingyang Rebellion will be completely dumb. But Ye Guangji is only Ye Guangji after all, even if he is good at martial arts, but he is not a scheming person, how can he understand that after the death of Zhongxi Hou, he can come up with another Zhongbei Hou. ”

Jian Lao thought about it, felt reasonable, and said: "Also, in the past few years, the news that the third prince will return with the old department has also come out one after another, and there are many of them, which makes it difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality. Since I am in it, I naturally know that this thing is true. ”

"If the Marquis of Zhongxi dies, then the alliance between the father and Zhong Nanyan will be half collapsed, and the third prince will inevitably lose his capital if he loses this kind of help. ”

Jian Lao sighed at this time, then poured himself a cup of tea, drank it all and said: "But if the three princes are silent, and the Daye Empire continues to live like this, as long as the people are healthy, what's wrong?"

The county lord smiled, he understood why Jian Lao would say this, after all, Jian Lao stayed in the Mo family all the year round, and he also relied on other people's mouths to know about the outside world.

"Elder Jian, have you ever thought about what you would think if you waited for the person on the throne to sit firmly?"

Jian Lao shook his head, he naturally didn't understand, and then thought of a little and asked, "Then go on an expedition and expand the territory?"

The county lord shook his head, frowned slightly, and said, "If it's just like that, it's okay, after all, my Da Ye is now strong and strong." I'm afraid, I can't see anyone who is only one step lower than me, and everyone has to kneel under his dragon robe to be considered appropriate. ”

Jian Lao frowned, he really didn't think of this, but after thinking about it carefully, it was also the same truth. Aren't the history books of all dynasties recorded like this?

"These should have nothing to do with my Mo family, but helplessly, who called me surnamed Zhu?" complained for only a gap or two, and then the county lord continued, "And because of me, the Mo family has been a butcher's knife for the Zhu family for so many years, but now it is not good. ”

"Girl, don't think so. Even if the Mo family doesn't have to secretly help the old prince, in order for the Mo family to continue to be stable and stable, Sang Er still has to do a lot of unreasonable things. ”

Maybe it's because the business is finished, and the comfort words of the old man Jian have the opposite effect, and the county lord doesn't know what's going on, and the tears will fall when he says it.

"Yes, for the continuation of the Mo family, the last bitter one is still my Tu'er. ”