On the west side of the mountain, in the deep snow.

The wind and snow in the Valley of Swords have never been lighter.

"Brother Fengyun, I think I've said it many times. Hao Qiong is still young, and I don't want him to leave Sword Valley and go to the capital city that is thousands of miles away. ”

Song Moyan turned his back to An Fengyun, who hung his head slightly, and said lightly.

"But Sect Master Mo is eighteen years old, so he can't be young. ”

There was a disciple next to him who was practicing his sword in the wind, and he seemed to be aware of it, and quietly tilted his head, wanting to hear more clearly.

Song Moyan suddenly turned her head and glared at her fiercely, she was stunned, and then playfully stuck out her tongue at Song Shi, drew the sword back into her arms, and slipped away.

Song Moyan returned to the fairy spirit.

"Always come to look for the vast dome to do something, it's better to take Lao Zhou away, this is the right thing. Back then, he was on the rivers and lakes with your dirty guys, but he poked out a big basket and hid it in the Sword Valley, obviously according to Lao Zhou's cultivation, he didn't hold a book and drew his sword, how many people in the world could stop him? Why don't you persuade him to go out of the mountain and seek the so-called great plan of the world with you, but still think about digging the vast sky?"

An Fengyun couldn't help but want to open his mouth several times, but Song Moyan spat out words like flying, and he should not be interrupted according to the courtesy. Finally, when Song Moyan finished speaking, he said slowly: "I went to talk to Brother Zhou." Brother Zhou was in a difficult situation, so he didn't force him. ”

"That ......"

"Sect Master Mo also rejected me. ”

An Litu's voice was finally lonely.

Song Moyan finally turned to look at him.

This weather-beaten Confucian scholar was dressed in plain clothes without a cotton robe, and his cloak was covered with snow, and his body bones were not changed. The face is old, the short beard is scattered, but the eyes are clear, there is a god outside, and there is a faint unparalleled color, like a river in the mountains, surging with vitality and more than faith.

But at this point, his back also seemed to be a little stiff.

Song Moyan's expression was finally slightly touched, but he still didn't say anything else, just said lightly: "That Brother Fengyun is still here to do something, no one wants to go with you, you can go by yourself." ”

"If you go now, you are willing. But Sect Master Mo, is he really not interested in his own life experience?"

"With your eyes, you can't see it, but Haoqiong shouldn't have to bear that kind of oppression from the world, he is just the last remaining sustenance of the Mo family, why should you do this?"

An Fengyun's unrepentant thoughts made Song Moyan a little annoyed.

"That's it. That—

The mystery is also the mystery, and the search for the Tao ......"

The last word is not yet finished.

The snow of the entire North Mountain is several feet thick, as if it was dragged up by the whole mountain by immortals in a trance, and it seems to have been hit by a skyfall. Countless white cold snow surrounded Song Moyan like a whirlpool, and the internal force could overwhelm the endless wind and snow of nature. The short sword flashed half an inch of An Fengyun's neck in an instant, and then retracted in an instant.

The mountain snow fell again in a trance, and it was as if it had never happened. The immense and terrifying might was only completed in an instant before An Litu blinked his eyes.

Dao. ”

An Fengyun finished blinking, and spit out the last word at the same speed, as if he didn't know what was happening.

Or, this old Confucian is not afraid of the power of real people, and he is calm.

"It seems that Sect Master Song also knows about this thing. ”

An Fengyun was covered in wind and snow at this time, standing still, and chuckled lightly.

Song Moyan's face turned red, and he took several breaths, but he just let out a coquettish hum in a puff.

"You, you...... Since you already know everything, why don't you just go and tell Xiao Mo! That's true! You're just angry with me!"

"There is a reason for this, and it is really inconvenient to talk to Sect Master Mo about this matter in person, so I can only ask Sect Master Song to convey it to Sect Master Mo for me. If Sect Master Mo wanted to know anything else, then before the winter solstice, he would come to Lingxia Academy to participate in the discussion. For the reason, I will talk to Sect Master Mo slowly in the academy. ”

"Don't mention that. The eight characters you just said...... How did you find out? Could it be that the word has already spread on the rivers and lakes?"

"No, no, even if there is the slightest rumor of this thing, it will be divided in the world and stirred up. It's just that some of the good and evil have found some clues, and Sect Master Mo is the most obvious line in this bureau, if he catches it, he may be able to pull up the entire country. These eight characters, I just saw them on the Mo family list that has been banned books, but I didn't expect that it was really related to that thing. The old man with a stiff face and seemed to be upright actually evoked a smile of conspiracy success at this time.

"Hmph...... The scholars under the tomb are not good people......! Do you want to choose to set off first, and then let Haoqiong go, right?"

"Yes. I asked Sect Master Song to fully convey the words to Sect Master Mo. ”

An Fengyun raised his head slightly, and an inexplicable, wordless momentum spread out from him, which is unique to scholars, who are neither humble nor arrogant, and can cross eyebrows with the world. The snow on him, as if there was no place to stand, scattered and was gently laid on the snow by the wind.

"Then I will retire first. By the way, on the way to Sword Valley, I met people from the Yanshan faction, saying that they had an urgent matter to seek the masters of Sword Valley, and they said that they couldn't get away for the time being, so they would speak for them first, and then they would definitely come to visit. ”

Song Moyan has one head and two big heads, holding non-existent breasts with both hands, and sitting in the snow with one buttocks.

"What's the matter with me? Why are you looking for me? Why don't you look for your brother Zhou? Obviously, this Yanshan faction has nothing to do with my Sword Valley! If you meet someone from the Yanshan Sect on the way back and tell them to let them finish their own work, Sword Valley is quite busy seeking and practicing swords, and you don't have time to get those worldly relationships!"

An Fengyun originally wanted to turn around and leave, but when he heard this, he had to continue to stay, "Like you said, Brother Zhou is busy practicing swords, so it's really hard to disturb." I had to ......"

"I'm so idle, I obviously have to teach my disciples!" Song Moyan interrupted fiercely.

"But if the people in Sword Valley are not chivalrous and righteous, how can they be called one of the twelve masters of the righteous path?"

"I wish Sword Valley would become a neutral sect!"

Song Moyan turned his head, his cheeks bulging.

"That's it...... It's just a messenger in the next, and since the Song sect master has made up his mind, he won't force it anymore. It's just that when I think of Sun Ya Shao, who is running around for the reputation of Sword Valley, it hurts a lot. ”

An Fengyun laughed and walked away, regardless of Song Moyan's angry shouting behind him.

"Just let the death of the surnamed Sun be outside! Never come back! I, Song Moyan, don't pay attention to him!"

Although An Fengyun walked steadily and slowly, he had only taken a few breaths, and he was already in the wind and snow, and his figure could not be seen.

The long-haired girl sitting in the snow was very angry, but she was helpless.

"Yanshan faction...... It seems to be a small sect, why are the characters I don't know coming to the Sword Valley one by one in the past few days, it's true! The people in the Sword Valley are not the official government to catch them!"

Far away in Qingzhou, the Central Plains.

A small town that looks like a peach orchard.

On the gravel path with green traces, chickens and dogs jumped, and the swordsman struggled with all his body tricks, and finally caught the unruly goose.

Two or three naughty boys next to him, their eyes lit up, and they clapped at the chivalrous man.

The big white goose is called Da Yu, which is actually a big bully in the village, and I am the only one on weekdays, and all the children and chickens in the village have not been pecked by Da Yu.

The big feathered pea's eyes burned with rage, and he kept struggling, but he couldn't break free from the knight's steely talons.

At this time, the chivalrous man suddenly sneezed fiercely, and the white goose in his hand almost escaped.

"Is Sun Daxia sick?"

A little girl next to her blushed, raised her head, and asked with concern.

When a boy heard this, he immediately rushed home. "Sun Daxia is waiting for me! I'll go to the house to get my licorice pills, and I'll be cured after taking licorice pills!"

"Stupid! You can't eat licorice pills! Sun Daxia might as well come to my house as a guest, my father is Langzhong, you can help Daxia see a doctor!"

The other little boy said excitedly.

Sun Yashao's right hand tightly pinched Da Yu's wings, and the rough index finger of his left hand rubbed the bottom of his nose, and smiled honestly.

"The care of all the little knights Sun has understood, and the top priority is to place Da Yu in the nest that Uncle Liao gave it well, and don't let it run out and harm the common people. ”

Sun Yashao smiled even more.

"Hmm...... I wonder who needs the help of this knight who is thinking of me...... Well...... That's nice. ”