The old man instructed Mo Jun to wait here, he had some things to deal with, and he left for a while first, and then did the second test when he came back.

After that, he ignored Mo Jun's expression at the moment, and left with a playful smile on his face.

After the old man left, Xun Wushuang, who had long been unable to hold the pestle on the side, hurriedly ran over, sat down where the old man was, and then stared at Mo Jun up and down with big round eyes.

Mo Jun was uncomfortable stared at by her, laughed dryly, and suddenly remembered an incident in the ring, so he arched his hand and said, "What do you want from Little Seventh Girl?"

"Don't call Miss Ben Xiaoqi!"

Hearing the man in white call her like this, Xun Wushuang's willow eyebrows rose upside down, and he was about to get up again as soon as he slapped the table. The only trace of good feeling in his heart for the man in white in front of him disappeared in an instant, and he scolded in his heart, and he didn't expect this person to be weak and weak, and he was also a light guy!

Xiao Qi was originally the nickname given to her by those idle people who stared at the pink list all day long and judged her according to the ranking, but this was full of frivolity and extremely disgusting in Xun Wushuang's eyes, so she hated this title.

Seeing this, Mo Jun secretly said that there was a play, and added fuel to the fire: "Why? ”

Xun Wushuang was even more angry, how could this man be so brazen, he was already disgusted with him, he wanted to attack, and he claimed that he was not his opponent, and there was no one else present, so it was difficult to guarantee that no accident would happen. So she had no choice but to grit her silver teeth and swallow it in her stomach, put down the cruel words and said, "Listen, a person like you, Grandpa Wei will never let you pass the second level!"

Mo Jun frowned, Grandpa Wei, I should be referring to the old man just now.

Can't get past the second level?

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Jun's frivolity was fully revealed, he put his arm on the tea table, leaned forward half of his body, put on a scowling smile and said: "Hey, how can it be? ”

"Besides, I also have some confidence in my own talents. Besides, seeing the little seventh girl's face at close range this time, I was shocked, and I swore that I would do my best to marry the little seventh girl!"

Looking at the increasingly evil smile of the man in front of him, Xun Wushuang only felt a chill down his back, goosebumps fell to the ground, and he hurriedly propped up the floor and moved his little buttocks backwards, his eyes as if he was looking at something dirty.

"Miss Ben is dead! I won't marry someone like you!"

Seeing that the other party was in a desperate posture, Mo Jun secretly wondered if he was using too much force. This little girl is also the eldest lady of Xunmen, in case she really provokes the other party too much disgust, and it is not good for herself, so she should accept it when she sees it.

So he raised his eyebrows, retracted his body, and asked, "Oh, what kind of person does Xiao Qi want to marry?"

Xun Wushuang was ready to be annoyed and angry by the man in front of him and act on her, but this person did not follow common sense, and suddenly calmed down. She opened her mouth, her expression froze on her face, and she couldn't spit out a word of the humiliation that had been brewing.

She cocked her tongue and licked the cute little tiger teeth, although she was annoyed that the man was more and more arrogant, but she also secretly said that the hero would not eat the loss in front of him, and then coughed dryly, straightened her waist, put her hands on her legs, and sat upright to hide her embarrassment.

Seeing that she ignored herself, Mo Jun picked up the tea bowl and pretended to ponder: "Hmm...... In my opinion, it must be the Tianliang Star Kong Wen in the rivers and lakes that haunts countless girls. ”

"Nonsense!" Xun Wushuang suddenly became anxious and shouted.

"Who's that?"

"What's your business!"

Mo Jun took a sip of tea lightly, and said with a relieved expression: "Oh, then I know, Xiao Qi's intended person must be the winner of this martial arts competition, that is, under the line!"

"Why don't you go and look in the mirror first!" Xun Wushuang obviously couldn't stand the brazenness of the man in white.

Mo Jun smiled evilly: "Who is that? If you don't say it, you will admit it, and when you have time, you will spread it around Langya County, so as to make a reputation!"

Xun Wushuang gritted his teeth, his expression was as hideous as a frightened tiger, and he glared at the man in white in front of him viciously.

And Mo Jun also looked at her with a smile, without the slightest hint of fear.

After a long time, Xun Wushuang finally disarmed and surrendered, she took a few deep breaths, patted her chest in an attempt to calm her emotions, and then her round eyes narrowed into a long slit, and she said sarcastically: "People like you don't deserve to be compared with him at all!"

"Oh?"

"He can be a country, a martial arts can determine the country, dominate the world, and never lose!"

Mo Jun's hand holding the teacup suddenly shook.

Xun Wushuang said again: "He is a gentle gentleman, like a chivalrous man in a book, a fairy in a poem, and a god in a painting!"

Mo Jun trembled and handed the teacup to his lips.

Xun Wushuang's expression was fluttering, his eyebrows were dancing, and his eyes were like peach blossoms blooming: "He is dressed in white, the blue-faced evil ghost roars, and under the mask is peerless, everyone in the world is fascinated by it, and the world is fascinated by it!"

Mo Jun was in a cold sweat, and he raised his other hand to stop Xun Wushuang from continuing: "Wait, don't say it!"

"Hah, now that you know it, you're still a little self-aware. Xun Wushuang squinted his eyes, he was already more and more proud, and suddenly felt a sense of joy like a victory, and immediately mocked unceremoniously.

"Please, don't say it!"

Mo Jun took a sip of tea, holding the teacup in both hands and shaking wildly, as if he was praying and praying to the gods.

And Xun Wushuang obviously didn't want to say half of the words, not to mention that she didn't want to miss this opportunity to hit the arrogant man in front of her, so she immediately crossed her hands on her waist, raised her proud head, and looked at people with her nostrils: "He is the hero of the Great Zhou, the general of the dynasty, and the white-clothed Hou Mojun!"

Burst!

Mo Jun's sip of tea, which he had finally drunk, finally squirted out, and then his eyes turned black and he fell headlong on the table.

Xun Wushuang was obviously very satisfied with this effect, and immediately felt that her whole body was extremely relaxed and enjoyable, she stretched her waist comfortably, her chest shook, and she looked at the man who was lying on the table with a playful smile, and said out of sympathy or mockery: "Now you understand, right? If you are interested, don't think about Miss Ben anymore, Miss Ben can also thank you for saving the scene and saving you some face." Otherwise, hum ......"

After a long silence, Mo Jun finally relieved himself, but his brain was still dizzy.

He raised his head and stared straight at Xun Wushuang with both eyes, as if he wanted to catch a hint of panic in the other party's eyes, but in vain.

He laughed dryly and sighed: "However, that Mo Jun colluded with the party and betrayed the court, and now his life and death are unknown, and the whole world is ......."

Before the words fell, Xun Wushuang was anxious, she straightened up with her palms on the table, and scolded angrily: "Nonsense! How can a general be such a person! It's all slander!"

Looking at his expression, he was even more angry than when he was humiliated.

Mo Jun was stunned for a moment, his eyes became dull, and he said again: "That's just what you think." ”

"My father has always believed that the general was wronged!" Xun Wushuang argued vigorously like a child defending the hero in his heart.

But as soon as the words came out, she suddenly realized that she had lost her words, and hurriedly covered her mouth, her face a little panicked.

Fortunately, there was no discoloration on the face of the man in white in front of him, and he seemed to be deaf to these words, and Xun Wushuang was slightly relieved.

"Yes......" Mo Jun suddenly laughed like a child, and after laughing, his nose was sour, and he hurriedly lowered his head to avoid losing his temper.

Along the way, a certain emotion in my heart has been silent for too long.

That day, he heard the news of the death of his best friend Sikong Wang, stared at the scarlet eyes, buried his head in the ground, clenched his fists and pounded the ground, his nails embedded in the flesh, and the blood from the slashing palms was dripping. No one knows how he spent those days.

That day, he watched King Qi, who was also a teacher and friend, die in front of him, but he couldn't do anything, because this was a doomed thing, and no one could take it back, but no one could understand that kind of feeling.

That night, he could only watch the emperor Wei Shengzhao, who was like a monarch and a father, die in his arms, and he still couldn't do anything. But it was not predestined, and there may have been room for redemption, but at that moment, it was too late to say anything.

Mo Jun put on a hideous ghost face, and at that time, no one could see the expression under his mask, because Wei Shengzhao had told him that when he cried, he was ugly.

So, Mo Jun carried Wei Shengzhao's hand and protected Mei Sanniang all the way out.

At that time, his heart was actually numb, and he even had the thought of dying.

But Mo Jun had promised that Wei Shengyou would definitely take care of Sanniang, and he had also promised that Wei Sheng Zhao would swear to protect Da Zhou to the death, so he couldn't die and had to survive no matter what.

Later, Mo Jun dreamed.

In the dream, he saw those who had died because of him.

He didn't believe in dreams, but at that moment, how he wished that dreams were real.

In this way, he no longer has to live in deep self-remorse.

Fortunately, Mo Jun still has a friend in the court, when the court is still the secretary of the court, Xun Wuya, that is also the last hope he pinned. But deep down in his heart, he was actually not sure whether Xun Wuya could trust him, even in this Xun Gate, he still had panic and uneasiness.

But all this at this moment, relieved.

Mo Jun is a smart man, he never reveals his true feelings on the surface, and even hides them with a mocking color.

Unless, when the love is deep.

There is no cover, there is no cover.

At this moment, in a side hall in the main attic of Xunmen, the old man who had just left was staring at a letter spread out on the table, and there was a light in his eyes.

Then, his voice, as old as dead wood, spoke slowly.

"Master, let's finally ...... I've recruited 'Jun'!"