It was noon, and the three of them had rushed to Qingluo Town, and first went to the post station at the head of the city to return the horses. The post station is directly under the responsibility of the local county magistrate and is also considered a public office. If the horse is rented locally, it is best to return it to the local area in the end. If you go to a foreign country, you have to give an explanation, and it doesn't hurt to pay more money. When Mo Shiping and the three of them rented horses in Ape Town, they truthfully informed the person in charge of the local post station and paid an extra sum of silver. Generally speaking, the number of horses in the post station remains roughly the same, and if there is a large increase or shortage, it must be reported to the local county magistrate for timely dispatch or replenishment. This system was created by Wei Li, the former national teacher of the Li Dynasty, and as a result, the overall trade of goods in the Southern Regions was quite convenient, and it was more fertile than that of the Western Territories and Northern Xinjiang.

Now that he has entered the city, Zhang Ziwei took the initiative to greet the two, and then he will repair a letter and ask someone to send it to the Imperial Spirit Sect, indicating that the commission has been successfully completed. After that, Zhang Ziwei didn't stay long, smiled and said goodbye to the two of them, and returned to the martial arts hall.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui went straight back to the Imperial Spirit Sect, and this trip down the mountain for more than half a month was quite smooth compared to the previous one.

The two of them walked on the bluestone mountain road of Qingluo Mountain, and Wang Fugui suddenly smiled: "This trip is not like a commission, but like following Qi Qingfeng to travel the mountains and waters, and I also had a good meal by the way." The roast duck in the happy forest is so fragrant, and I will never forget it. ”

Mo Shiping smiled knowingly, it is true. But following Qi Qingfeng all the way is not just satisfying the appetite. Qi Qingfeng's calm and calm truth in dealing with the world has benefited Mo Shiping a lot. It's the gluttonous girl who sounds absurd, and when you think about it, it really makes a little sense.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping replied with a smile: "There is such a saying in the Buddhist family, a drink and a peck, it is not predetermined. If he hadn't met Zhang Ziwei in the cave halfway up the mountain, he wouldn't have had the experience of walking with Qi Qingfeng all the way now. In the dark, the cause produces the effect, which is fate, a good fate. ”

And along the way, Mo Shiping also took the initiative to discuss the essentials of Xingyi Boxing with Zhang Ziwei many times, and personally played a complete boxing method, which can be regarded as silently returning a favor.

"Seeing that the trial of this sect is approaching, we are still in the realm of martial artists, and I am afraid that we will have trouble when the time comes. Wang Fugui muttered, his face worried. As a special identity of the Imperial Spirit Sect and the only head disciple, most of the time Wang Fugui is quite satisfied, but a few times he will be distressed, such as when he is jealous of Qin Qiaoyuan, for example, when the sect trial is approaching. Besides, he didn't know what the specific content of the sect trial was, if it was a one-on-one fight like the original sect trial, then Wang Fugui would be even more distressed. Although he has been practicing boxing diligently with Mo Shiping these days, he has only learned the first two moves of Xingyi Boxing, and compared to Mo Shiping, his own boxing will can be described as sparse and loose. In case the sect is unlucky, and he encounters a senior brother from the second realm, or even the third realm, he will embroider his legs with his own fists, and most of them will be beaten honestly.

And Wang Fugui is even more worried that if he meets Qin Qiaoyuan or the two Lin brothers, he doesn't want to lose. However, Wang Fugui also knew in his heart that not to mention the two Lin brothers, Qin Qiaoyuan's foundation alone was much better than his own, and it was difficult to win the battle in the same realm.

Mo Shiping looked at Wang Fugui's embarrassed face, and didn't know how to comfort him. Cultivation is like practicing boxing, it needs to accumulate over time, step by step, slow and meticulous, and you can't be in a hurry. The foundation of the body is also sharpened little by little, and it cannot be achieved overnight. Although Wang Fugui has taken many herbs to increase his strength in recent months, he is still much worse than the two brothers Qin Qiaoyuan and Lin, who grew up in medicine jars.

"It's okay if you can't beat it this time, it's not a shame. If a person loses in the first realm, he can still find a place in the second realm, the third realm, and even the rock realm. Yuwen Cheshui's cultivation heart is very good, and if he loses in his fist, he doesn't lose in his heart. I don't dare to say that the next time I run into him, I will be able to win. The most indispensable thing in cultivation is the word variable, not to mention, you are a disciple of the head of Song Jiang, and the road to cultivation in the future can be long. Mo Shiping thought about it and said softly with relief.

Wang Fugui shook his head and sighed lightly, "It's okay to lose to others, admit it." But losing to that Qin Qiaoyuan, I can't swallow this breath in my heart. ”

Mo Shiping nodded and said softly: "Well, Qin Qiaoyuan has calculated against you, and it is indeed not a good feeling to lose to him." ”

Without thinking, Wang Fugui shook his head again and said in a deep voice: "He calculates me, I don't think there's anything wrong." At the beginning, I won the first place in the sect entrance trial, and it is normal for me to be unspeakable if my name is not right, and it will cause some criticism. But what I hated most was the way he looked at me, the kind of look of contempt that was high up in his eyes. Although he didn't say it explicitly, his appearance was clearly a silent ridicule, and the mud legs in the inferior linen clothes were also worthy of fighting with him? So, I thought, if I could, I would smash him in the face with a punch, and smash it into the mud, so that he could taste the taste of mud too. ”

There are still some things that Wang Fugui did not say. At the beginning, the young master of the Wu family, who killed her sister, looked at him with this kind of eyes, clearly the perpetrator, but he was rightly like a victim. In the eyes of this kind of person, it seems that Wang Fugui and his sister Wang Zihao should suffer, be unlucky, and die.

Wang Fugui thought again and again, why can these people who claim to be superior to others be so calm and ignorant of their conscience? Wang Fugui remembered that Mo Shiping said that when he was reasonable, he would not give an inch. How could Wang Fugui allow himself to lose to such a person whom he hated so much? Not once, not even dead.

When Mo Shiping heard this, he sighed lightly, this time he really didn't know what to say. He and Wang Fugui's life has been similar since childhood, but the growth experience of the two is quite different. Therefore, it is difficult for Mo Shiping to open his mouth to comfort him at will, he doesn't know the suffering of others, he doesn't persuade people to be kind, and his rash opening is counterproductive. What's more, Mo Shiping didn't like the scheming Qin Qiaoyuan, and Wang Fugui was his friend, so he would be more or less partial in his heart, which is normal for people.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, Mo Shiping said softly: "It's not that there is no chance to win against him. Qin Qiaoyuan is facing you, just like Yuwen Cheshui facing me at the beginning, and his mood must be contempt. Therefore, if you use the Tiger Hunting Fist and the Snake Punch as killer weapons, when he thinks he is sure of victory, he will be unprepared by surprise, and most of them can be dealt a heavy blow and won with one blow. ”

Wang Fugui frowned and pondered, and then praised happily: "What a surprise attack on him, I see that Qin Qiaoyuan is also an arrogant person, most of them are feasible." ”

Mo Shiping hesitated for a moment, and then mentioned one more sentence, "If you recognize yourself to win, then it is best if the Tiger Hunting Fist and the Snake Punch can avoid the vital points." ”

Wang Fugui smiled noncommittally, neither nodding nor shaking his head. According to the character of a good old man, it was not surprising that he said that. But Wang Fugui never felt that he was a good man. As he said before, once Qin Qiaoyuan revealed his flaws, then Wang Fugui would not hesitate at all, and he would definitely punch with decisive killing intent, and one punch would make Qin Qiaoyuan unable to turn over.

The so-called martial arts, the so-called exercises, in Wang Fugui's eyes, are all killing techniques, not just physical fitness. When you meet on a narrow road, it is your life and death. Regarding Mo Shiping's path of cultivation with a clear conscience, Wang Fugui feels that it is very right, if there are more and more people like him, the world will get better and better. But at the same time, Wang Fugui didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the path of cultivation that he had taken. Wang Fugui never felt that he would become a saint, let alone repay his grievances with virtue. Repaying virtue with virtue and repaying grievances with straightforwardness should be like this.

Therefore, Wang Fugui did not respond to Mo Shiping's proposal, in fact, he had already made a decision in his heart. It's just that he doesn't want to talk to Mo Shiping. These troublesome things are destined to be unspeakable to Mo Shiping. At this point, Wang Fugui knows that he is the opposite of Mo Shiping, and the chicken is the same as the duck.

Mo Shiping looked at Wang Fugui, who was smiling and silent, sighed slightly, and knew in his heart. He really wanted to say a few more words to Wang Fugui on this matter, but when he thought that he couldn't put himself in his shoes at all, he had to give up. Empty truths are often vulnerable and shattered when touched.

Push yourself and others, push yourself and others. At this point, Mo Shiping asked himself, it is still difficult for him to do it now. Especially recalling the doting and sadness in Wang Fugui's eyes every time he mentioned the little girl, Mo Shiping knew that no matter how righteous and awe-inspiring the truth he could think of, it was in vain, because he couldn't say it and had a guilty conscience.

In addition, Mo Shiping didn't continue to say more, also because he was a little selfish. It is precisely because he knows Wang Fugui's temperament, so he also knows that at the moment, once some words are spoken, there will be some mustard between him and Wang Fugui. Therefore, Mo Shiping thought that it would be better to wait for the right time to mention it later.

The embankment of thousands of feet collapsed with the nest of ants. A hundred-foot room, burned with the smoke of the crevice. The small line between the two, because of Mo Shiping's hesitation, was buried deeper again.

After a short time, the two walked to the dojo on the top of the mountain and entered the sect. First went to the "Xuanji Pavilion" to explain the experience of commissioning, and then the two returned to Mo Shiping's hut to rest for a while.

"Hey, Zhang Ziwei hasn't given the entrusted silver yet!" Wang Fugui, who was sitting on the wooden bench, suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed.

Mo Shiping pursed his lips and chuckled, he had always remembered this. However, when he was parting with Zhang Ziwei at that time, seeing that he didn't take the initiative to mention it, Mo Shiping was embarrassed to remind him.

Wang Fugui took out the shriveled money bag, looked at the few broken silver left, and suddenly made a bitter face, shouting that this trip down the mountain would be a big loss.

Mo Shiping had no choice but to say with relief: "It's okay, the next time I meet Zhang Ziwei, just mention it to him." ”

Wang Fugui thought for a while, scratched his head, and asked rhetorically, "When the time comes, will you come?"

"I'm thin-skinned, I can't talk about it. ”

"Then I can't say it, after all, we are all friends, and talking about money hurts feelings!"

So, the two looked at each other and smiled, "Alas, then I have to give up." ”