Gaoqiao Village, which is Mofei's hometown.

The Mo family in Gaoqiao Village is a local family, and the people around it, who doesn't know that the children of the Mo family are not easy to mess with?

There is a mountain not far from Takahashi Village, which the locals call Dongshan. There used to be a mountain in Dongshan, called Lingming Mountain. However, this title is only understood by locals, after all, outsiders will not be so finely divided.

From Dongshan to Lingming Mountain further east, it is collectively known as Dongming Mountain, which is a famous scenic spot in the surrounding area, but tourists who are looking for a secluded Range Rover generally go to the extremely majestic Lingming Mountain. I rarely come to the Higashiyama side.

In fact, Dongshan is also quite majestic. Towering majestically, surrounded by many peaks, climbing the peak and looking around, ten thousand peaks stand in a forest, and the sea of smoke is faint. The Mo family built a Dust Villa in the Rose Cave on the East Mountain, which is where Mo Fei worships the Lingming Stranger as his teacher.

Recent. From time to time, Gaoqiao Village found that there were people of unknown origin, Mo Fei's father, Mo Dingxin, was also a martial arts master, but he was not from the rivers and lakes, and he didn't care much about the movements on the rivers and lakes. Aiko Mofei and beloved daughter Mo Yuwen go out to walk the rivers and lakes, often outside and rarely at home. Especially in the past two years, the brother and sister have not even returned a letter to the family, and Mo Dingxin actually doesn't care at all.

Seeing that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, I didn't see the two come back.

The house of the Mo family is located in the southeast of the village, the north is the ferry, the house has built a water pavilion near the water, there are two floors high, you can sit on the flying corridor stretched out to fish, facing the clear and green Cao'e River, it is indeed refreshing.

The west of the village is next to the North-South Avenue, north to Dongshan Town, and south to Cao'e Dam. Except for a resting pavilion outside the village, outsiders are usually not allowed to enter the village. Therefore, it is impossible for a stranger to stay in the village, and it is impossible to enter the village to investigate.

Yunmo Shuangqi has been walking the rivers and lakes for nearly seven years. In the past seven years, there have been many enemies, and the number of people who came to Takahashi Mo's house to find trouble is innumerable. Of course, none of the people who came were famous figures. Even if he is a slightly famous master, as soon as he asks Qing Mofei if he is not at home, he simply leaves, these years are still more disciplined, there are unjust debtors and owners, and if there is a holiday, he must find Mo Fei himself, it has nothing to do with others, and it is a taboo to find other objects to vent.

Of course, not everyone comes according to the rules, some scum of the rivers and lakes, but no matter what the rules of the rivers and lakes, no matter whether Mo Fei is there or not, they also come to take revenge on the people of the Mo family.

Mo Dingxin didn't care that someone came to find trouble, and his own martial arts were unfathomable. Those who dare to invade the village and make trouble, there is no need for him to make a move, his nephews and a few servants, anyone can be a first-class master in the rivers and lakes alone. There are several long-term workers in the village who manage tenants, and the bodies of these few people are enough to be compared with the masters of the rivers and lakes.

But except for Mo Fei, the people in the village never walk around the rivers and lakes, so the outside world does not know the details of these masters in the village. Anyway, many people who came to look for trouble have slipped away in frustration, and of course many people have disappeared since then. But no one knows how he went missing.

This is the Mo family in Gaoqiao Village, a place that people in the rivers and lakes dare not face. I don't know what is real or false.

Mo Fei went out to roam the rivers and lakes, and the name he used was Fei, but this is the name on the rivers and lakes. At home, he is not this name, and others in the village only know that there is a Mo Zhaoping in his family. When I asked who Mo Fei was, he wasn't the one in their own family who understood, and they didn't know who it was.

Early that morning, one of Mo Fei's cousins took two long-term workers and headed south from the village to Dingjiabu, ten miles away. Two long-term workers were riding a warm sedan chair, and the two sedan chair drivers were not from Gaoqiao Village, but the guys from the sedan car shop in Cao'eba. Cao'e Dam is a big town with shops in a variety of industries. Nearby villages and towns are all used by small boats to get to and fro, and there are not many wealthy people who have sedan chairs, so if you want to hire a sedan chair, you must go to Cao'e Dam to ask for it.

Naturally, there are women in the sedan chair, and the men of the Mo family generally practice martial arts, but they do not have the habit of sitting in the sedan chair.

A group of five people went south, stepping on the morning sun and walking south. The valley of the Cao'e River is fertile, and the rice fields are planted with miscellaneous grains, and the mulberry hemp is everywhere, and a song and dance are leveled. The green hills on both sides of the river are endless, and from time to time three or two small streams stretch out to plunge into the Cao'e River, so the avenue sometimes goes around the foot of the mountain, or crosses the ridge.

The avenue is now ascending. Winding straight up to a small earthen ridge, the trees on the side of the road have already appeared autumn colors, a gust of wind whistles by, and the leaves are flying.

Mo Fei's cousin is called Mo Zhaobi, wearing a royal blue bodysuit, with a dagger on his belt for self-defense, singing a local minor tune step by step, his face is full of spring breeze, extremely leisurely and proud.

Passing through a cinnamon forest, golden flowers are scattered all over the place, and the fragrance is fragrant, which is invigorating.

Mo Zhaobi turned his head to look back and saw two villagers following behind him at the bottom of the mountain. He didn't care. Turn around and continue on your way.

didn't go far, the figures behind the trees on both sides of the road in front flashed, and two black-clothed men jumped out, blocking the way, with gloomy expressions.

Mo Zhaobi raised his hand and waved, and the two long-term workers took out the sheathed long sword and grabbed it in his hand.

The sedan driver stopped and stopped the sedan chair, already realizing that something was wrong.

Two big men in black stood in the middle of the road twenty meters away, not moving.

The sound of footsteps caught in my ears, and the two villagers behind gradually came up, each holding a slender spotted bamboo cane in their hands. When I got closer, the two people looked very similar, looking at the old villagers who were about to be around the age of sixties, with a frosty face, the one on the right had a white mustache, and the one on the left had a short beard. The two men looked old. But looking at the skills, it is very different, the feet are neat, the chest and waist are straight, there is no dragon bell, it looks like a young man.

"Watch out for the back. Mo Zhaobi and a long-term worker shouted.

The long worker flashed to the back of the sedan car, and was on alert.

A strange laugh suddenly came from the forest on the left, a little Hanako appeared twenty meters away, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a hundred clothes with oily stains, lit a dog-beating stick, a hole flute inserted in the belt, hung an eight-treasure bag, his face was dirty, but his big eyes looked bright and sharp.

Looking at his appearance and figure, he is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy named Hanako. But seeing the hands that are exposed, and the green tendons can be seen on the back of the hands, a discerning person can see that the real age of this little Hanako is definitely not small, and more than thirty is already the most conservative estimate.

Attacked on three sides, although the two old villagers who had not yet arrived had not yet expressed their hostility. But it looks like it's definitely in a group.

Hanako strode over, stood on the side of the road, grabbed the trunk of the tree and asked with a smile, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Someone is blocking the way. Xiao is called Hanako, why do you knowingly ask?" Mo Zhaobi replied calmly.

"Oh! this ...... They don't seem to be robbers who stand in the way. ”

"Little Hanako, what do you mean by this?"

Xiaohuaguang scratched her scalp and said with a strange smile: "Please rest your feet, there is no other intention, hey, you are from that village?"

The two villagers arrived. Stopping nearly twenty meters behind the warm sedan car, the old villager with a mustache shouted: "You are so bold. Who doesn't know that they are from the Takahashi Mo family?"

"Oh, the people of the Takahashi Mo family, disrespectful and disrespectful, this grandfather's surname is a big name, can you tell me about it?" said with a smile.

"I'm Mo Zhaobi. ”

"Look up for a long time, look up for a long time. Excuse me, who is Mo Fei to you?"

"It's my cousin. ”

Hanako shouted to the people on both ends, "Hey, did you hear that? He's Mofei's cousin!"

"I hear you. The two men in black replied in unison with the two villagers.

"What shall we do?" asked Hanako again.

"I need it, ask him for information. ”

"Okay, I really need it, I asked him to come over. Xiao Hanako said in a strange tone, standing up straight and approaching forward.

Mo Zhaobi had already seen that something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice, "Do we have a grudge?"

"Nope. Little Hanako replied.

"Then why are you bothering me?"

"But our enmity with Mo Fei is as deep as the sea. ”

"Hey, Mo Fei has an enmity with you, what does it have to do with me?"

"It's not about you, but you're his cousin. ”

"Go away! His business is none of my business. ”

"You don't shake your majesty. We...... Alas, we actually have no choice but to do so. ”

"Huh, what do you have to do?"

"Who told Mo Fei not to be there? We killed you, so wouldn't Mo Fei have been able to rush back earlier? If he had rushed back, he would have been able to do less idle work and kill less friends in the rivers and lakes who were making a living on the rivers and lakes. I'm doing this for everyone's good. "The little flower child is weird and weird.

Mo Zhaobi already knew that something was wrong, and pressed his hand on the handle of the dagger and said coldly: "Since you have come to the door, I will not disappoint you." ”

"Thank you!hehe!" replied with a smile.

"Let's show a size!"

"Do you want to accuse us in front of Lord Yama?"

"Even so. ”

"I'm sorry, you're going to die anyway, so why tell you?"

The old villager smiled and exclaimed, "It's okay to tell him." ”

"So, you have signed up for your own number, and you can't blame me for the mistake. Hanako said disapplausively.

The old village husband Jie Jie smiled strangely and said, "Since we are here, do you still care if something goes wrong? ”

"Two Tigers. Another old villager.

The two big men in front also shouted: "Han River Shuangjie, Wind Swordsman Hu Qiming, Whirlwind Swordsman Zhao Qifeng." We were all forced by Mo Fei's kid to have nowhere to hide, the hatred is as deep as the sea, and the hatred is higher than the sky. ”

The old beggar boy grinned, bared his teeth and said: "People who are mixed on both sides of the big river, who doesn't know that my old boy Lu Ze is a good guy who will be revenged?" Junior, don't panic first, we will give you a chance to fight a fair duel." ”

Mo Zhaobi snorted and said, "I don't know you people, but since you have found me, I have no choice. ”

"You still have a choice, you choose how to die a happy death. The old boy said happily, as if he had made up his mind and won the battle.

"You don't have the certainty of victory, so why bother to be heroes on the lips?" Mo Zhaobi said calmly.

"Haha! We have been lurking near Gaoqiao Village for a month, and every move of your village is under our surveillance, and we have been waiting for the opportunity and other people who have arrived. Although we still won't go into the village to investigate, of course, it's not that we won't go in, but that we're afraid that the gains outweigh the losses. Now that we are ready, from now on, we will start to retaliate by any means, if we are not sure of victory, how dare we openly come forward to intercept you. Within ten miles of Gaoqiao Village, there are only more than 30 families in your village, and there are only 282 men, women, and children combined. Hahahaha...... "The old boy beggar said triumphantly, and in the midst of wild laughter, he suddenly rushed up.

Mo Zhaobi unsheathed the dagger, pulled the horse away, the dagger was half-extended, and he waited for the enemy.

Chuanbian Shuangsha leaned against the trunk of the tree on the side of the road, and laughed loudly: "I heard that in the Mo family of Gaoqiao Village, a dog can also use a few tricks, let's take a good look to see if it is exaggerated." ”

The old boy beggar was short in stature and very nimble, and with a long laugh, he slashed down with a strange trick from a dog stick.

Mo Zhaobi took two steps back unhurriedly, his stick trick failed, and he sneered: "Although your stick is long......"

Before he finished speaking, "Haha" The old boy beggar laughed strangely, and instantly changed his tricks to attack his next plate.

Mo Zhaobi suddenly cut in from the side of the stick, fast! fast as lightning and stone fire, the tip of the dagger spitted out, and went straight to the chest of the old boy beggar.

The old boy beggar was taken aback, flashed to the side, and slammed the tail of the cane, slanting at the opponent's waist.

With a soft sound of "De", the dagger waved, cutting off the half-foot-long stick tail, Mo Zhaobi's body and dagger were one, and the whirlwind followed up, and the dagger practiced in the air, closely following the back of the old boy beggar.

The old boy beggar fell into a crisis for the third time, couldn't help but get angry, his smile disappeared, he pounced forward, shouted, turned the stick over, and suddenly pointed out, fiercely pointed at Mo Zhaobi's lower body and lower abdomen, Mo Zhaobi didn't dare to approach carelessly, and quickly retreated, and both sides lost their moves.

The old boy beggar jumped up and launched a dog-beating stunt called Huazi, shaped like crazy, crooked and twisted sticks like a storm, without any rules, but every move was unexpected, messy, extremely difficult to estimate, strange tricks changed one after another, only a moment, Mo Zhaobi was encircled in the stick, and he rushed right and couldn't get out, and the danger was rampant.

Mo Zhaobi wanted to get out at first, but he was forced to be in a hurry, and he was hit with a stick on the outside of his right big foot, but fortunately, his body was quick and flashed just right, and he was not hit solidly, but he already felt numb in his thighs. So he turned his heart sideways and switched to the method of defending as an offense, but gradually stabilized the formation.

It's a ferocious fight, and the two seem to be rivals.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves have passed, and both sides feel a little frightened.

Hu Qiming, a swordsman from the sidelines, was secretly frightened, and shouted: "It's not interesting to drag it down, be careful that someone passes by here and exposes our hideout, why don't you use your housekeeping skills to solve it quickly?"

The sound fell, the sinister situation in the fierce battle suddenly changed, and the eight tones resounded in unison, which made people feel confused and floating.

The figures are divided, and the fierce fight stops.

Mo Zhaobi flew upside down, fell to the ground with a "bang", and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and blood gushed out from the middle of his chest. His chest was hit by the flute, and his sternum was broken in two instants.

The old boy beggar is attached to the vertical like a shadow, and the sound of the flute in his left hand is still there. The dog-beating stick in his right hand slashed down, trying to break Mo Zhaobi's head.

A long-term worker grabbed it in time. A sword was swung and shouted, "Stop!" 18110