My life is busy and busy, fame and fortune are my slaves, and I am in the mist of clouds, when can I find my way back?

In a trance, looking for and seeking, time flies, and five years have passed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A plain, an avenue, the mountains and rivers in the distance are shrouded in mist, the woods and wild beasts lurk nearby, a carriage relaxes from the avenue, the driver is gray-haired, about sixty years old, his face is also pale, and there are no wrinkles, he only has one arm, but when he is reinvigorated, he is full of spirit, and it can be seen that the internal strength is profound. And his eyes are full of wisdom, and he should be a well-read person.

This person is the former head of the Snow Lotus Sect and the head of the Soldiers and Horses, nicknamed the one-armed Heavenly Machine. Now the Snow Lotus Sect has changed its banner, recognized its ancestors and returned to its ancestors, calling itself the Central Plains Mingjiao, and he has also become a Mingjiao follower.

A head poked out of the carriage, this person was full of long hair half white and half yellow, his eyes were quite large, his demeanor was very imposing, he seemed to be a person from the Western Regions, he said: "Brother Wu, didn't you go the wrong way? Why is there no village and no one around?"

Pan Xuan's voice was cold, and he only said: "The messenger, please sit quietly, and you will know when the time comes." ”

The messenger said "hey", his tone was a little dissatisfied, and a woman's head came out of the carriage, also with a western face, with a charming posture, dressed in a fancy way, and she said sharply: "Chief Sect Leader, Lord Ankerji asked you something, it would be better for you to be respectful." Otherwise, Jiya will know that you are rude, and she will definitely demote you again. ”

Pan Shu sat up straight and didn't answer, the woman thought Pan Shu was afraid, smiled at Ankerjee, and the two retracted into the car, and continued to talk sweetly, touching hands and feet.

The two people in this car, the man is the right messenger of the Central Plains Ming Sect, named Ankeji, nicknamed "Fire Ox Car", is a figure transferred by Ji Ya from the Persian Ming Sect, and his position in the sect is only inferior to Yang Wentian and the left messenger of the light, and the woman is Ankeji's lover, called Tricy, nicknamed "March Thorns".

The Central Plains Ming Sect has prospered over the years, laying a very deep foundation in the north, and the masters in the sect are like clouds, and the scale is not inferior to Shaolin, and the people of the sect are loyal to the leader Yang Wentian, and there is no dissent. Mingjiao followers walked between villages, towns and towns, spreading the teachings of Maitreya, and the tyranny of the Yuan people, resulting in the people having no sustenance and being easily bewitched, and there were countless secret believers.

However, the gang grows, the party is self-contained, Yang Wentian trusts Ji Ya, Ji Ya is in charge of the affairs of the church, and many high positions have installed her cronies, this is not because she is ambitious, but she is by nature, she has to do what she says and commands freely, so that the whole church can run smoothly and there will be no mistakes.

Pan Xuan is full of wisdom and scheming, and he refuses to obey Jiya, which inevitably gives her a headache. But Yang Wentian respects Pan Xuan like a father, and Ji Ya can't deal with him. She had no choice but to order this Ankerjee to go out to run errands, but she couldn't see it and was not upset. Ankeji knew Ji Ya's thoughts, and on the way, he commanded Pan Xuan, and Pan Xuan didn't bother to bother with him.

Suddenly hearing the sound of horses' hooves behind her, and in a moment she had come closer, Ankeji was startled, and when she looked over, she saw a young woman galloping towards her, she was extremely beautiful, but there was a neat and delicate black thread on her cheek, which could not help but greatly reduce her countenance.

Ankeji said "oops", with a smile on his face, and shouted: "Sister Moxue, why did you chase after you?"

Mo Xue nodded at him and replied, "I heard that Uncle Wu Qi is going on a long trip, and he has nothing to do, so I'll come and take a look." ”

Ankeji knew that this Mo Xue was gentle and gratifying, and she was very popular in the sect, and Yang Wentian regarded her as a relative, so he didn't dare to offend, so he only said: "Let's go to the Hanging River, the road is extremely far away, isn't the little girl afraid of hardship?"

Mo Xue said: "Thank you Brother Ankeji for your concern, but Uncle Wu Qi is old, so it's not appropriate for no one to take care of him." "Then I urged the horse to step forward and ride side by side with the coil.

Pan Xuan smiled: "Niece, if I want you to take care of me everywhere, won't it become a useless old waste?"

Mo Xue hurriedly said: "I can't speak, uncle, don't be surprised, let's take care of each other, just like before." After a pause, he smiled again: "Maybe later, you will take care of me more." ”

Ankeji saw that it was windy outside, and invited Mo Xue to rest in the carriage, Mo Xue shook her head, politely declined, and just followed the coil, chatting with him, and after a while, he was smiling very happily, and his face was carefree. Ankeji was bored, and secretly hated to get a backer, and he was no longer arrogant for a while.

Soon, another horse caught up, and this time the passenger was a beautiful and picturesque beauty, with facial features and face exactly the same as Xiao Moxue, but there was no spiral birthmark. When Mo Xue saw the girl, she showed an uneasy look and said apologetically: "Sister, you... How are you...."

Dao'er snorted, his eyes flashed with resentment, and said, "Why did you travel without permission and didn't tell me?"

Mo Xue stuck out her tongue and lowered her head: "Sister, I'm afraid that you will stop me, so..."

Seeing that there was another princess in the sect, Ankeji didn't dare to slack off, and greeted him softly, Dao'er greeted him, glanced at Panxuan, and said loudly: "Uncle, hello." The tone was really straightforward, and there was a faint question.

Pan Xuan secretly wondered: "How did I offend you?" Seeing Dao'er, after all, he was relieved, and said with a smile: "Do the two nieces have the heart to travel?"

Dao'er pointed at Mo Xue and said, "I came with her, she is willing to be the little tail behind your ass uncle, so I naturally have to be vigilant." ”

Pan Xuan said: "Mo Xue's niece has grown up, and you, as a sister, shouldn't be too disciplined." ”

Dao'er said angrily: "As long as she is not married, she will not grow up, I have to take care of it." ”

"Aren't you the same?"

Dao'er glared at him and said, "I'm different, I'm ambitious, I see through the red dust, and I'm not greedy for these things anymore." It's just that if my sister is confused and looks at the wrong person, I must not sit idly by. ”

Mo Xueden panicked and begged, "Sister, don't say it." ”

Dao'er looked at Mo Xue, suddenly softened, stroked her cheek, and said softly: "I'm just a sister like you, you say, I don't care about you, who should I care about?"

Pan Xuan saw that these two sisters were entangled, and there must be a secret in them, so it was inconvenient to ask more. And when her sister talked, he didn't want to talk too much.

All the way silent, two more hours, there is an inn on the side of the road ahead, drive in, the inn guy set up the carriage, winding to three big houses, stay in peace.

At dinner, Mo Xue poured wine for the dishes, very considerate, Ankerje and Tricy looked extremely unhappy, and they all thought, "What did this old widower do in the past, why did the sect leader and Miss Mo Xue treat him so filially?"

Dao'er's eyes were like knives, he didn't say a word, occasionally raised his glass to drink, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Pan Xuan thought to herself: "Where did I neglect this girl?" She saw that Mo Xue respected me, and she seemed to be full of resentment. Afraid of hurting their sisterhood, she said, "Niece Moxue, you take care of yourself, I don't need you to serve." ”

Mo Xue said "um" and said, "But I.... I'm annoying my uncle?"

But I'm not a three-year-old doll, so how can I be so thoughtful?"

Mo Xue had no choice but to stop, but every time she saw Pan Xuan eat a bite of food and heard him say a word, she couldn't help but smile.

After eating, go back to the house to rest, Dao'er and Mo Xue shared the same bed, Mo Xue washed up, and was about to lie down, Dao'er grabbed her pigtail and said, "Sister, go outside to talk." ”

Mo Xue said stupidly: "Sister, don't worry about it." ”

Dao'er said with a straight face: "How can I not care? I can't see you... Seeing that you will be happy all your life, it will be ruined!"

The two came to the outside of the inn, looked for a quiet meadow, and said, "The last time we quarreled, do you remember what I said?"

Mo Xue bowed her head and said silently, and said again: "I know that Uncle Wu Qi is very amazing, he has saved your life countless times, and he is very knowledgeable and elegant, if he is thirty years younger, instead of stopping you, I will try my best to help you succeed, but.... But he's sixty years old after all, and he has a broken hand, and you.... Why are you so stupid?"

Mo Xue said: "Sister, you don't understand. ”

Dao'er said angrily: "Why don't I understand? Back then, I was as confused as you, and I fell in love with the goshawk hero for no reason, but once I saw through it, I hated myself for being obsessed with it, and I was in love for that time..... hurt himself, and also hurt Sister Caiqi. ”

Mo Xueqi said: "Sister Caiqi? Who is that? Ah, yes, it's someone that Ah Dao knows, right?"

Dao'er and Ah Dao's souls fused into one, so remembering the old things in Ah Dao's heart, she nodded and said, "Yes, you guessed well.... Don't interrupt, I just want to ask you, do you listen to me, and don't follow Uncle Wu Qi anymore?"

Mo Xue's eyes were moist, and she said, "But he is alone, how can I not follow him? He is still quite strong now, what can he do? When he is seventy or eighty years old, I am afraid that he will leave me." ”

Dao'er rushed upwards angrily, twisted Mo Xue's cheek, and shouted, "Why do you still think like this? You know that he is a merry old man! If you get involved with the wizard grandmother, Master Hongxiang, and Master Mingshen, won't the world be in chaos if you get involved again? For the sake of your reputation and your lifelong happiness, I will never allow you to have an affair with him!"

Mo Xue said gloomily: "No, sister, he didn't take me to heart at all, and I didn't expect it... Be his wife. But if I stay with him, I feel happy and peaceful, and I want to take care of him for the rest of my life. Most of the time he won't marry again, and I don't want to. You... You say I'm having an affair with him? You're belittling him and looking down on me. ”

Dao'er felt pity and sorrow in her heart, hugged Mo Xue, and wept: "Silly sister, why are you so stupid? You are now at the age of a flower, and there are a lot of outstanding young chivalrous sons around you, who are full of affection for you, do you really want to be widowed for him for a lifetime? Think about it, some women are like you, they already have children and daughters, how happy and happy they are?"

Mo Xue said in a trembling voice: "Sister, I won't confide my love to my uncle when I die, I'm afraid that after he finds out, he will leave me far away." I'd rather drink with him, chat with him, and relieve his boredom like I am now. ”

Dao'er said solemnly: "But if one day, this... This old man is going to... If you want your body, I will kill him with a sword. ”

Mo Xue exclaimed, "Sister, you think like this again. He would never have it, in the past five years, he has been pure-hearted and has few desires, and he has lived more restrained than anyone else, how can he have this to me... You must not find fault with him, once he says it, he will no longer pay attention to me, so how can I live?"