The two days passed quickly, chatting with Mo Wendao during the day, or walking around Bayiji under the leadership of Mo Zi, and even going to the ancestral tomb of the Mo family, three miles west of Bayiji Town, a slightly protruding crop field to take a look.

At night, Wu Zheng meditated and cultivated, but before each practice, he would ponder the sword qi that was inadvertently released that night. What made Wu Zheng feel strange was that using the Haoyue Sword left by the master's sword idiot, even if he injected all the True Qi into it, he couldn't release the sword qi. Only the Lingyun Sword, after fading the mottled rust on the sword body, does not need to be ten percent true qi, and can release a fierce sword qi when it loses to eighty.

Wu Zheng, who has experienced it once, naturally will not let the sword qi break the items in the room again, and will open the door slightly every time, so that the sword qi will point to the night sky.

When he went out for morning exercise in the morning, Wu Zheng had never used the Lingyun Sword, and still used the Haoyue Sword left by his master. Not only practiced the Lingxiao Nine Style, but also practiced the seemingly seven moves, but Wu Zheng felt more and more that it was just one move of the original sword style.

Since Zhang Ming and Zhang Liang fled the brothers, it has been very calm for two or three days in a row, and nothing has happened again.

On the third day, that is, the morning of his grandmother's third anniversary as Mo Zi said, Mo Wenwen and his wife were busy early in the morning. It was another offering, another paper tie, and another incense candle, and a lot of them were prepared.

Because no one came before, when Wu Zheng thought that it was Mo Wendao and his wife, and Mo Zi's family of three went to the grave, at the end of the morning, there were guests in the small courtyard one after another. Because the ancestral home of the Mo family is here, the people who came to the town were people who were close to the Mo family.

As an outsider, Wu Zheng can neither help nor show up, so he hides in the room most of the time.

And Zhai Suli and Su Xiaomei were in a similar situation, except for helping Mo's mother work for a while in the morning, after a guest arrived, they never showed up again.

Different from the custom of Wujiabao, the Mo family chose to go to the cemetery before noon to worship. It wasn't until they were leaving, Wu Zheng and Zhai Suli and Su Xiaomei walked out of the room, because there were too many things, so the three of them helped send them to the cemetery.

Mo Zi meant that he didn't want Zhai Suli, who was injured, to go, but Wu Zheng had an extra heart and secretly handed Mo Zi a look. Mo Zi, who understood his intentions, did not continue to oppose Zhai Suli to help.

Wu Zheng thought, it's the last day, don't make any trouble, let Zhai Suli be at home alone, in case something happens, but she can't take care of it.

After sending the sacrifices and paper to the cemetery, Wu Zheng and Zhai Suli and Su Xiaomei avoided from afar. Looking at the worship ceremony of the Mo family, Wu Zheng felt that the customs were similar to those of Wujiabao, and there was no fundamental difference.

However, just as the ceremony was about to end, the paper money had been lit, and only the next kowtow was left, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves on the western path. And listening to the movement, there are at least a dozen horses.

Because the road was covered with thick snow, even when Wu Zheng heard it, it was already very close. After only four or five breaths, nearly twenty horsemen appeared in view. Seeing that all of them were strong men with sturdy bodies, and all of them were carrying weapons, Wu Zheng was a little nervous.

When the eighteen horses stopped on the path next to the ancestral tomb of the Mo family, and turned over and dismounted one by one, holding a waist knife and a long sword, surrounded by a middle-aged man dressed in a strong suit, wearing a lambskin coat, wearing a dogskin hat, aged in his forties, and did not bring any weapons, Wu Zheng recognized the person at a glance. It turned out to be the one I saw in the living room of Jinling Tiefu on the night of August 15, and later I heard Tie Ning say that it was the wife of Lin Yue in Zhensanshan, and the younger brother of Cui Jian, who was known as the pretty Yan Luo Cui Xiang.

Eighteen people fanned straight to Wu Zheng, who was standing next to him, and naturally surrounded Zhai Suli and Su Xiaomei.

The reason why Wu Zheng was nervous was not because he was nervous, but because he was nervous about the safety of Mo Wen's husband and wife, as well as the other Mo family members who came to participate in the memorial. Seeing that the goal of the eighteen people was only themselves, their hearts were more steady.

stopped Mo Zi who wanted to rush over with his gaze, and took the initiative to move his footsteps, driving the eighteen people around him to throw Zhai Suli and Su Xiaomei away, because he didn't bring weapons, so Wu Zheng stood in the middle of it, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Wu Gongzi, we meet again. ”

"May I ask what you want to surround the students?"

"Why bother knowingly, just hand over the contents of the pouch hanging from your chest today, and I promise no one will touch a single hair. Naturally, it will not hurt the innocent. ”

Xu saw that Wu Zheng cared more about the other people at the scene, so Cui Jian said as he waved his hand, and quickly separated six people from the eighteen people, two of whom walked in front of Zhai Suli and Su Xiaomei, while the other four people also surrounded Mo Wendao and the others who went to the grave.

Although Zhai Suli is injured, listening to Mo Ziyan, it is all skin injuries, even if she can't beat those two people, she should still be able to protect herself and Su Xiaomei in a few moves. As for the four people who surrounded Mo Wendao and the others, through the eyes that Mo Zi handed over to reassure him, Wu Zheng thought to himself, no matter what, he had to fight quickly.

After all, it is not easy to rely on Mo Zi alone to protect more than a dozen clansmen.

"You weren't the first to say this to me, and you certainly won't be the last. ”

"I don't know what to do, on!"

Cui Jian didn't talk nonsense anymore, since he dared to chase after the Bayiji in the bright light, he naturally inquired about Wu Zheng's situation clearly.

Wu Zheng doesn't want to talk nonsense, and he is not used to talking nonsense.

Staring at the four people who rushed out of the twelve, Wu Zheng recognized the long sword in the hand of the person who was attacking from his left side, stepped on Lingyun's footwork, dodged the attack of the other three, and his body shook and crashed into the arms of the person on the left. The left elbow strikes the opponent's chest on the middle point, and the right hand flips to grab the wrist of the opponent's right hand holding the sword.

If you want to fight quickly, you must first grab a long sword.

What Wu Zheng didn't expect was that this person's skills were quite good, not only successfully dodging Wu Zheng's left elbow that hit the middle point, but at the same time, his right hand suddenly retreated, and he used a sharp blade to face Wu Zheng's right hand that was about to be grasped.

Although the response was good, I thought that Wu Zheng would not grasp the sharp blade with his bare hands if he said anything. Even if Wu Zheng catches it, he has a way to deal with it. But I really didn't expect that Wu Zheng's right hand seemed to be being pulled by his own movements. His right hand retreated, and Wu Zheng's right hand retreated faster than him.

When Wu Zheng's right hand firmly grasped the opponent's right wrist, the man felt that his retreat was as if he had directly sent his wrist to Wu Zheng's hand. (To be continued.) )