A wide body, a big belly, a sword in his hand, and a bag on the sword, which is also the color of the rain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This fat man actually blocked the door tightly. Yang Zhen opened the door and saw it, and suddenly sighed, it was really a behemoth.

The fat man nodded, broke into the house by himself, and when he could enter the house, he saw a woman behind him, holding an oil-paper red umbrella, and leaned against the door when he entered the house. This person was too broad, and he actually hid her figure.

"Mo Lan?" The fat man entered the room, his eyes swept for a moment, and then he fixed on Mo Lan, and at this moment he saw that he was so tall and fat, he should have a body of hundreds of catties.

Mo Lan nodded stunned: Could he be, uncle?

"The second senior brother is here. ”

Po Jun got up and saluted, only to see that the fat man waved his hand, but he didn't pay attention to him, and only said again and again: "Ah Xi, look at this Mo Lan, this posture, tsk, it is worthy of my niece." With that, the fat man turned his head to the woman beside him, and his mouth was full of admiration.

"Mo Lan is good-looking, what does it have to do with you. The woman smiled, stepped forward to help Mo Lan's hand, and saw that Mo Lan looked stunned. I felt funny, and said again, "Mo Lan, don't be weird, your uncle is delicious." ”

Uncle? Is it really uncle? Mo Lan was still dumbfounded, just looking at the person in front of him, he was about the same age, only, this posture was really far from his father. If it weren't for the thick flesh on this face, there would still be a bit of father's heroism between the eyebrows.

Don't talk about Mo Lan, it's that Yang Zhen, who is still standing at the door in a daze at the moment. Yue'er also looked at the fat man stupidly at the moment.

"Mo Lan, I am your uncle, my name is Song Kuo. It's the Sword Saint of the Tianliao Giant Gate, if someone dares to bully you in Tianliao, you look for me, and my uncle will help you beat him. The fat man said, came in, picked up a stool and sat down, this wide hip fat body, it was a circle wide out of the chair.

Mo Lan nodded again in amazement. At this moment, Yang Zhen came back to his senses, and saw that he no longer had his own chair, so he went to the bed and sat next to Yue'er. Yue'er poked Yang Zhen's thigh and whispered: "Second brother, is this Sister Mo Lan's uncle?"

"Look at you, the fat ones scared the children, and they didn't know how to eat less. This woman hid her face and smiled, although she was a little old, but she looked slender, slim, with clear eyebrows and thin lips, but she was also a beauty.

"Eh, it's a blessing to be able to eat, what do you know?" the fat man said heartily, but he didn't take this matter to heart, and only said to Mo Landao, "Uncle was originally in Sword Casting Villa, and when he received a letter from here, saying that you were here, he hurriedly came to see you with your aunt." How about it, how can you get used to living in Tianliao during this time?"

Song Kuo said, and in a blink of an eye, he turned to Pojun: "Did you kid bully Mo Lan?"

"Second Senior Brother said with a smile, how dare I?" Po Jun agreed, and his expression was clearly unknown.

"You don't dare. Song Kuo turned his head and looked at Mo Lan again, "I already know about the eldest brother, don't be too sad." In the future, Tianliao, and the Sword Casting Villa are all your homes. When your grandfather heard that you were coming to Fangwai, he originally wanted to come over to see you, but there were too many things to do in Sword Casting Villa, and he really couldn't leave. Just two months later, Tianliao is going to hold a famous sword competition, and he will come at that time. ”

"Oh. Mo Lan came to her senses at this moment, she was really too far from what she thought, and the fat man in front of her was actually her uncle. It's hard to accept it for a while, I only feel that this person's words are concerned, and he is also quite concerned about himself, but in the end, it is still that strange feeling.

"You, don't say a word, let Mo Lan digest it. The woman on the side was still holding Mo Lan's hand at the moment, and when she saw Mo Lan's stunned appearance, she glanced at Song Kuo.

"Second brother, second brother. Yue'er listened for a while, and then poked Yang Zhen's thigh.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zhen asked as he suppressed his voice.

Yue'er also replied in a whisper: "You said that he is so fat, how did he marry a wife? What's more, his wife is still so beautiful?"

Yang Zhen didn't speak, only glanced at Yue'er. Although the two of them were not loud, the room was small, and their voices were still in the ears of others. I just saw that the woman covered her mouth and smiled: "You see that other little girls know that fat people can't marry wives." ”

"I've lost weight before. Song Kuo replied.

Yue'er saw that others heard the words, and she was so flustered, but seeing that Song Kuo and the others didn't seem to blame themselves, she relaxed for a moment, and only suddenly thought: In the future, you must not whisper in front of people who know martial arts, just like that stinky uncle, you can hear everything. This thought, recalling the past, now that the man in black is gone, he feels that others are not bad.

The woman patted Moran's hand again. With a smile on his face: "Mo Lan, your uncle is called the 'Jumen Sword Saint' in Tianliao, and his common name is called 'Song Kuo', and he is the young owner of the Sword Casting Villa." I am the 'Nanxi Sword Saint' of this day, if you need anything on weekdays. Just look for uncles and aunts, we are a family, don't be polite. ”

"Well, I understand. Mo Lan nodded, this uncle and aunt are so enthusiastic, but it makes people's hearts inexplicably a little suspended, and they can't get close to each other in the end.

The young owner of the village, Yue'er was shocked again. This young owner, not to mention that he is a little older, but the three words "young owner" should also be a personable feeling, so big and young owner!

"Second brother, second brother. Yue'er was excited, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's wrong again?" Yang Zhen lowered his voice.

This suddenly remembered that the fat man had just heard his words, Yue'er came to her mouth, and she held back again: "It's okay." ”

"Oh, yes. Song Kuo patted his head, and he remembered something. Pick up the baggage you brought from under your feet and put it on the table. There is a lot of meat in the waist, but it is quite difficult to bend over at the moment, Song Kuobian took out the long sword, untied the burden, and said in his mouth: "There are some snacks here, which are made by your aunt, and brought them for you to taste, and this sword, which your grandfather specially forged for you after knowing that he had you." It's just that I haven't had a chance for you, and I've stayed until now. With that, Song Kuo pushed everything on the table in front of Mo Lan.

Mo Lan looked at the thing in front of him and was stunned. Grandpa, I have stayed until now. I thought in my heart, this sword seems to be half a point wider than the 'beauty under the moon', the hilt is crystal clear, the agate is exquisite, gorgeous and extraordinary, it must be an extraordinary product, but after all, it is not as elegant as the 'beauty under the moon'. His eyebrows moved slightly, and he slowly took the sword in his hand and unsheathed it for half a minute. Fortunately, it is the wave body of the dragon pattern quenching, Mo Lan put the sword into the sheath, and put it on the table, and then look at the food box in this baggage, white porcelain mandarin ducks, it should be a snack. Mo Lan glanced at it, only to feel that her heart was empty, and she didn't open it in the end.

"Mo Lan?" Nanxi saw the color of her nephew, and she was also inexplicable, but she was afraid that she was still thinking about her father's death, and she didn't know how to comfort her at the moment. Just looking at the beautiful face, it was full of trance, and it was half emotional.

Mo Lan shook her head: "Thank you, uncle and aunt." ”

"Eh, we're a family, why be so polite. Song Kuo was not as careful as Nanxi, and smiled heartily at the moment, "Hey, it's a pity that the eldest brother took a step first, his sword-casting craftsmanship is really amazing." Song Kuo said, only to feel a pair of eyes staring at him, and he didn't know to shut up when he greeted him.

"Mo Lan, your uncle and aunt have been living on Tianliao Mountain during this time, if you have anything else, just let me know. Nanxi saw the beautiful woman's expression, she really didn't know what to say, she wanted to reunite with her family, she should be, but she didn't want to, forget it, this girl's father just passed away, and she came all the way to the sky, and it was difficult for her.

"Well, Mo Lan knows. Mo Lan smiled, returned to her aunt, and nodded.

"Then we won't bother you, your uncle and I have just returned to the mountains, and we still have some things to prepare, remember to find us for something. Nanxi also nodded in response, got up, and patted Fujun's broad shoulder, "Let's go first." ”

Song Kuo was full of reluctance, but seeing Nanxi like this, he also got up: "Mo Lan, you take good care of yourself." Old Seven!" As he spoke, Song Kuo shouted to Po Jun.

"What do you have to say from the second senior brother?"

"Well, it's okay, Haosheng takes care of my family Molan. ”

Po Jun nodded: "Second senior brother, rest assured." ”

Hey, I think the second senior brother may not know that Mo Lan's swordsmanship is so good. Po Jun responded in his mouth and thought in his heart.

"Mo Lan, then your aunt and I will go first, we will live in the front mountain, you see that there is a house on the edge of the martial arts field, which is a little higher than the others. Remember to come to us if you have something. Song Kuo recounted, turned around to look at Mo Lan, only to see the niece nodded, and finally went out, her body was magnificent, and she looked small, turned sideways, Nanxi followed behind her, smiled back, and didn't say anything anymore, took the umbrella, and went with her husband.

"Sister Mo Lan, your uncle is so fat!" After the two of them left the house, Yue'er got up, looked at the food box on the table, and thought of the snacks inside, and her heart itched. As he spoke, he was about to make a move, but when he saw Sister Mo Lan's expression, he stopped.

"It's okay. Mo Lan shook his head slightly and woke up, with a smile, opened the food box, and saw the upper and lower layers, but it was red, red, green and green.

Yue'er smiled when she saw Mo Lan, so she happily took a piece of green pastry into her mouth, only to feel that it was loose and crispy, sweet and not greasy, it was really delicious. No wonder Sister Mo Lan's uncle eats so fat, it's all his wife's cooking, which is so delicious.

"Second brother, Master, try it, it's delicious. Thinking in her heart, Yue'er hurriedly called for others, stuffed the whole pastry into her mouth, and took another piece and handed it to Mo Lan, "Sister Mo Lan, try it, your aunt's craftsmanship is amazing!"

Mo Lan smiled slightly and touched Yue'er's head: "Sister Mo Lan doesn't have much appetite, so Yue'er can eat more if she likes it." ”

"Oh. Yue'er was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the second brother and the master, although they all sat over, but their hands did not move, although they didn't know what to do, they also felt that the atmosphere was so strange, swallowed the pastry in their mouths, put the ones in their hands back into the box, and wiped their palms, which was a bit embarrassing.

"Mo Lan?" Since they met, Yang Zhen has been thinking about Mo Lan engravedly, how not to see that cheek in his eyes.

"I'm fine. Mo Lan smiled, but picked up a piece of pastry, paused slightly, and tasted it, "Well, it's quite delicious." ”

"I'll just say it. Yue'er answered, only to feel that the atmosphere was still wrong, and she didn't know how to act. It seems that it is not right to go and eat pastries, and it is not right not to take them.

"Well, by the way, in two months, the 'Famous Sword Conference' will be held in the mountains. There were a lot of miscellaneous things, and Master didn't know if there was anything else I needed help with, so I left first. Po Jun got up, looked at Mo Lan's color, and sighed in his heart.

"What 'Famous Sword Conference'?" Yue'er saw that Pojun was about to go in a hurry, and asked, "Sister Mo Lan's uncle also said something about the Famous Sword Conference just now, it sounds very powerful." ”

"Oh, like that. Po Jun sat down again, "The Famous Sword Conference is a grand event outside the square. Every three years, the Sword Forge Villa will prepare a sword, invite young talents from all walks of life to compete, and the champion can be obtained. ”

"Oh. Yue'er was disappointed for a moment, but she felt that it didn't seem to be interesting, "Is that sword as powerful as Sister Mo Lan?"

"Mo Lan's sword, how can it be everywhere, it is naturally not so powerful. ”

"Then what's there to fight about. Yue'er was disappointed again, and asked a group of people to fight for a sword. It's boring.

"That's not what I said, the famous sword competition seems to be the first place in the competition. In fact, it is a competition for the strength of various sects outside the party, the sword is small, and the reputation of the sect is big. How the cultivation of the young generation is, is whether a sect will be strong or not in the future, every three years, by the sword casting villa famous instrument, sponsored by Tianliao, funded by the Chamber of Commerce. One is competing for the sword, and the future situation can be seen. The two, in the name of the conference, can solve the disputes between the rivers and lakes and decide the affairs outside the party, which can be described as two wins. When Po Jun talked about this, he was quite excited, and he didn't realize that Mo Lan and Yang Zhen, who were silent.

"Oh. Yue'er was in a fog, and she just felt that she couldn't understand, "Do you want to participate?"

"Naturally, I want to attend this conference. With just this sentence, the broken army's expression changed, and he was quite excited.

"Oh. "Yue'er still doesn't understand, what's there to fight for, isn't it just a sword.

Famous Sword Tournament. Mo Lan thought slightly in her heart, by the way, the uncle just now said that grandpa will also come to Tianliao at that time. Counting the days, my father had already been buried when I left, and my mother said that there were still some things to deal with after my death, and it was almost time to come to Tianliao to meet with me. Thinking of this, there was a word on his lips: "I don't know when the sword conference will be held?"

"Well, it should be more than two months. At that time, heroes from all walks of life will gather in the first day, and it will be very lively. ”

"It's very lively. Yue'er is a little interested at the moment, since she came to Tianliao, she has lived far away from others, but she feels that everywhere is deserted, which is embarrassing.

"That's nature, and when the time comes, the mountains and the mountains will be full. It's very lively. Saying this, it was a broken army that was stirring in his heart, but his words were momentarily depressed. There was a long sigh of relief in his heart, and he pinched his fist in his hand.

"It seems that Master is determined to succeed. "There are still more than two months, and it should be almost. Mo Lan thought in her heart, raised her eyes and saw the fighting spirit of the broken army, and said casually. But I saw him sigh long, "What's wrong?"

"It's a long story. The mouth was astringent, and the broken army didn't know how to say it again.

"According to Master, the best martial artist in the Sword Tournament will be able to get the sword. If there is one person who is the best in the arts, won't he be the champion every time?" Yang Zhen answered.

"But it's not, the famous sword conference is a competition for the younger generation, and if you are too old, you naturally can't participate. The two, the one who dominates the crowd. Saying that, Po Jun thought slightly, "The person who dominates the crowd, but he doesn't want to compete." ”

"Why is that?" Mo Lan added.

"Three years ago, at the time of the last Famous Sword Tournament, I was still young, and Master did not allow me to participate. The Tianliao side was supposed to be contested by the sixth senior brother and the fifth senior brother, but the sixth senior brother was prodigal by nature and did not return to the mountain until the competition. In this way, Tianliao was in a hurry, so he had to call the fourth senior brother to replace him. The fourth senior brother is not good at martial arts, so three years ago, the famous sword conference, Tianliao was really a failure. ”

Po Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "In this foreign place, if you talk about the youth area, the one who has the ability to dominate the group is the sixth senior brother Wuqu Sword Saint. It's a pity that the sixth senior brother really disdains to fight for that sword conference. In this way, in the last conference, it was Senior Brother Fu of Sword Casting Villa who won the championship. And Tianliao only won the fourth place for the fifth senior brother Lian Zhen Sword Saint, and as for the fourth senior brother, not only did he not get the ranking, but he was injured. After the sixth senior brother returned to the mountain, the master was furious, so this famous sword conference, the sixth senior brother will naturally win the championship, if I can fight for the second place, I can also regain face for Tianliao. ”

"Oh, isn't it just that you lost the competition, is it that serious?" Yue'er listened boringly, a group of people were fighting for a broken sword, not to mention, what was the big deal if you lost the fight. Thinking about this, he saw the eyes of the broken army, which were sharp and terrifying, and only said: It's over, I said the wrong thing again.

"Tianliao was originally a big faction outside the party, and he sent two disciples to participate in the competition, but he only won the fourth place, which is indeed a loss of face. It's no wonder that the Starlight Sword Saint is furious. Yang Zhen took over the words, so that Po Jun would not blame Yue'er.

"That's true, so this conference is of great significance to Tianliao. If Tianliao is defeated again in the hands of the Sword Casting Villa and the Sihe Chamber of Commerce, how will he establish his authority outside the party at that time. Po Jun turned around, and his hands were faintly clenched into fists, and he must have fought for Tianliao.

"You don't have to worry too much, since the martial arts sword saint art is overwhelming, this conference will naturally win back. Mo Lan saw that Pojun was so concerned about this, and he also opened his mouth to ease up, not wanting this master to listen, so he got up suddenly.

He was stunned, but he closed his eyes, turned around and said, "I'll go and see if there's anything else to help from Master's side." After saying this, Po Jun went out, the rain outside the door was still dark, and the foot was in a hurry, and his back was so weak.

"Me. Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No. "Yue'er is also stupid, why did this master run away, as if she was very unhappy.

"It's okay, Master, although he respects the sixth senior brother, there are some things. Yang Zhen opened his mouth to explain, but at this point, he didn't know how to tell the two, so he only read it for a while and said, "There are some things that you won't understand." ”

"What's the matter?" Yue'er was confused and asked again.

"It's nothing. "Yang Zhen only said four words, between men and women, after all, it is different, how to speak?