The north of the town is under the jurisdiction of Zisha County, Tonghua Town, and it is named because of the production of high-quality purple sand pots. However, in the northern jurisdiction of Shangwu Town, the sales of purple clay pots as literati offerings are not good, and Zisha County is not very famous; most of the purple clay pots in the county are operated by the government and then trafficked to the territory of Dongcang, and several private kilns also have fixed buyers, and it is a small county town with little ambition.

In the inn, the two young cultivators who had just finished helping to escort a dart did not go back to the house with the other dart masters, but came to sit down on the second floor here. The young man carried a sword cross-body, but the length did not match the standard long and short swords, and it looked nondescript when folded. The scabbard is mediocre, and there is nothing special to see, it seems to have been built by a roadside iron shop, and it has nothing to do with the fine workmanship.

The woman was wearing a curtain fence, and through the white veil, she could faintly see that it was a Peugeot little girl.

The rivers and lakes in Zisha County are so big, so the people in this county are very familiar with these two people. The young man answered the call to the Qin family in the county and had good kung fu, while the woman had been following the man and had never seen a shot. The man is a good talker, he has a smile on everyone, and he is very good at qi cultivation, so even if he is always alone with young women, he has a good relationship with other dart masters in the Qin family. But as soon as someone provoked the woman next to him, this guy's strength to protect the calf immediately came up - this is why the woman in the scene seemed to be a practitioner but never made a move - someone did it for him.

Therefore, the people in the county who know these two people never admit that the man said that the brother and sister relationship, and always like to joke that the man's biggest dart is the woman who is the fence woman, and it is indeed the life of a dart master.

Feng Qianmo never refuted this statement, he felt it was very appropriate.

"The scar on your face is finally gone?"

The two sat by the window, eating dinner. The sky is not completely dark, the setting sun has dyed the whole street red, and the street outside is still bustling, and many people are still busy.

"Hmm. Feng Moyu had already removed the curtain fence at this time, and he still didn't talk much, eating quietly.

She doesn't have much to do with Feng Qianmo now, she really can't be angry. As long as Feng Moyu is angry, no matter whether it is right or wrong, Feng Qianmo will admit his mistake, but often in the end, it becomes Feng Qianmo who in turn pours a bunch of big truths into Feng Moyu, obviously usually stupid and a little wooden, but when he breaks these, he always makes Feng Moyu speechless.

Now the relationship between the two has eased a lot, and they finally have the appearance of some brothers and sisters.

"That's good. ”

Feng Qianmo looked at the sunset outside the window and gently turned the teacup in his hand.

"When will you open the next ban on me?"

Feng Qianmo put down the cup, supported his brow with one hand, and lightly tapped his index finger on his eyebrows, a little worried:

"The realm hasn't moved much lately...... Blame it for my brother, my cultivation is too slow...... Alas. As he spoke, Feng Qianmo sadly drank all the water in the teacup.

Feng Moyu only thought that he was pretentious, but he was helpless, so he continued to eat with vegetables with white eyes.

Feng Qianmo's practice, Feng Moyu saw it in his eyes. She can feel it now, even if the prohibition of her whole body is opened at this moment, she and Feng Qianmo will share life and death, and the probability of death will be herself.

The second realm of Dragon Leap can't beat one into the realm...... She won't admit it to death! So when it comes to the ban, she feels very shameless when she opens too much.

Glancing at the wooden sword, which was already nondescript and even more nondescript after adding a scabbard, Feng Moyu sighed. Where did that sword qi come from? What's even more terrifying is that the sword qi that obviously doesn't belong to Feng Qianmo, why can Feng Qianmo still nourish it, so that it is more and more compatible with the sword master, and the sword qi is getting stronger and stronger?

Without that sword qi and Feng Qianmo with that sword qi, there are simply two people in terms of combat power.

"Mo Yu, you don't have to rush to break the ban on sword qi. With sword qi suppression, your cultivation speed has slowed down, but in fact, your foundation is more solid. Your previous breakthroughs have been too much pursuit of speed and short-term benefits, and your foundation is not solid, and you will not be able to go far in the future. ”

"You can be regarded as doing your best, even if you are just entering the product realm, you have to give some guidance to your sister's Dragon Leap Realm cultivation, I thank you. ”

Feng Qianmo was not angry at Feng Moyu's cynicism, on the contrary, he was now smiling:

"Well, brother guides sister, it should be, it should be ......"

Feng Moyu consciously lost his words, sullen, and took two more mouthfuls of food.

"The way of the sword is long, and the steps are longer. ”

Feng Qianmo didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, picked up the teacup, and turned his head to look out the window. The red sunset dyed half of the sky, stretching the shadows of pedestrians on the road for a long time.

Feng Moyu stopped picking rice, held chopsticks in his right hand, and supported his cheeks with the back of his hand:

"Well, this sentence has a little meaning. ”

Feng Qianmo bothered himself and lay on the back of the chair:

"Of course. If my brother is not as good as my sister, why should I be my brother!"

"If you praise you, you have to your tail. Feng Moyu only pretended that she hadn't said the previous words, and lowered her head and began to cook - she was actually very good at eating, and when she first followed Feng Qianmo, she was actually hungry.

There was silence at the dinner table for a while, and Feng Moyu glanced up at the guy, who had been just drinking water.

"You don't eat?"

Feng Qianmo shook his head: "I don't have much appetite." ”

Feng Moyu hesitated for a long time, filled his stomach with drafts, and finally buried his head again:

"Hmm. ”

She knew how much effort Feng Qianmo had put in for the sentence "Brother can't be compared to sister". It was a broken body with all the meridians damaged and blocked everywhere, and he had to lead that sword qi into his body every day to wander around hundreds of corpses, and with this appearance today, he must have had luck wrong again last night. From the time he walked, she could tell that his face was wrong.

Stuffed with a mouth full of rice, Feng Moyu muttered:

"I'll help you recuperate when you go back...... Don't be covered in blood, it's scary. ”

"Well," Feng Qianmo didn't need to refuse, after thinking about it, he added: "Thank you, sister." ”

"Forget it, you can do it yourself. Feng Moyu buried his head, and this sentence was extremely clear.

"Don't......"

"After such a long time, the old man still hasn't come to arrest us, and he hasn't heard any news from the government. Feng Moyu casually made an excuse and changed the subject.

"Qiu Shan's predecessors let us go, and now we are much better off than we imagined. ”

"So you still have a chance to turn back now, and after you go back, you will be the darling of Zhenbei Wangfu again. What's more, now that you have found a path to cultivation, your achievements in the future will not necessarily be low......"

"Eat your meal. ”

"Oh. Feng Moyu didn't know why, obediently and began to eat again.

Wait a minute...... Why listen to him?

Feng Moyu raised his head and glared angrily, Feng Qianmo pretended to be serious and looked out of the window, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

......

At night, the two did not live in the Qin Mansion, but stayed directly in the inn where they usually eat.

"Here we go. ”

Feng Qianmo nodded, and Feng Moyu began to be lucky, slowly sending spiritual power into Feng Qianmo's body. The black spiritual power slowly soaked into Feng Qianmo's meridians, helping to repair the wounds of Feng Qianmo's practice. But in the place that was completely damaged in the early years, the spiritual power was blocked and had to go around, which was something that Feng Moyu couldn't do anything about. If you forcibly break through and break through the blockage, Feng Qianmo will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

At such a dangerous moment, both of them held their breath and couldn't be careless, and Feng Qianmo suffered great pain all the time. Feng Qianmo, who thought that he was already very pained, was still sweating at this time, clenching his teeth.

At this juncture, Feng Moyu wants to kill Feng Qianmo, it is just a matter of thought. But this is not the first time that Feng Qianmo has given Feng Moyu such an opportunity, and Feng Moyu has tacitly not grasped this opportunity once.

"Close!"

Feng Moyu was also sweating profusely at the moment, and it was obviously not easy.

"Rest early, don't practice today. Feng Moyu propped himself up, his legs were slightly weak, but he still walked out of the room without leaving a moment.

Feng Qianmo didn't say anything, meditated on the spot, combing the scattered qi.

......

In the middle of the night, the whole county fell into a deep sleep, and a spirit pigeon fluttered by the window of a room in the inn, lazily combing its feathers. A petite figure hid in the darkness, leaning against the window and ready for it.

She gently opened the letter box at the foot of the spirit pigeon, and inside was a short secret letter.

After reading the line on the secret letter, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to die...... And thank me for interceding. Feng Moyu looked at the boundless dark night outside the window, with mixed feelings.

For the first time, she refused to carry out her mission, and for the first time pleaded for her assassin in reply to a secret letter. This time, the National Teacher's Mansion did not force her to kill a person who was no longer possible to return to the Zhenbei Palace. In exchange, she needed to do her best to pull Feng Qianmo to the side of the National Teacher's Mansion.

But why did the National Teacher's Mansion relented so easily? Did you feel that if you forced yourself to carry out the mission, you would not really kill Feng Qianmo? Ask yourself in your heart, if this letter really forced her to carry out the assassination, what would she do?

She didn't know.

So, what is her position in the National Teacher's Mansion now?

Feng Moyu was in turmoil for the first time, she had never had such a dilemma in the past.

For today's plan, the only way to win over Feng Qianmo is to try his best, if Feng Qianmo returns to the National Teacher's Mansion, everything will be solved. I hope that Feng Qianmo will know the current affairs, otherwise in the end, it will be a situation where everyone wants to kill him - Zhenbei Wangfu, Guoshifu, and then the entire court, and ...... Wind foam feathers.

There was a knock outside the door, Feng Moyu's brows furrowed, and the black spiritual power instantly invaded the spirit pigeon's body, and casually put the corpse of the silent dead spirit pigeon behind the curtain and hid it.

"Who?"

"Feng Qianmo. ”

"It's so late, why don't you have a good rest, why are you running here?" Feng Moyu opened the door of his room, his expression had returned to calm, and his voice was quiet and gentle.

Feng Qianmo's face was still a little pale, and he barely showed a smile:

"It hurt a little and I couldn't sleep. ”

Feng Moyu looked at it intently, Feng Qianmo's body was covered with bloodstains, and he was covered in wounds like last time. She hurriedly stepped forward to support the young man at the door, and her eyebrows were full of anger:

"Didn't you stop cultivating tonight?Worse than this day?Don't you die?!"

Feng Qianmo entered the room with the help of Feng Moyu, although he was covered in wounds, he was still full of smiles.

"What's the smirk? You're already at a good cultivation speed now, so you don't have to work so hard. ”

Feng Qianmo shook his head, slowly sat down at the table, and poured himself a cup of tea:

"The exercises are very good, and the mental methods are also very good, but for the sake of many people, I have to be stronger. ”

Feng Moyu looked quiet, sitting beside Feng Qianmo, waiting for the next step.

"I want to help a certain little Taoist boy give more people the right to be happy, I want to give a certain senior a better Jianghu, and I want to give you in front of you, a right way without suffering. ”

The young man in the green shirt already had a different momentum, and his spiritual power still looked weak in front of Feng Moyu, but it was completely different from Feng Qianmo during the day. There is light in the eyes of the teenager:

"Sister, you are half of the meaning of the rest of my time. ”