The authorities were confused, and the bystanders were clear, but Yan Bangqiu thought of something, avoided pedestrians, dragged Jun Moliu into a small alley, and yelled at Jun Moliu's ear: "Jun Xiaoliu! Haven't you already sent a message to the Jun family? Most of your family members have already left!"

This sentence seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and Jun Moliu's eyes lit up.

The eldest brother has always been smart, and he will definitely keep his hands behind when he receives the letter! Jun Moliu hinted that he believed in the eldest brother, and his eyes were bright again, but his face was still a little pale, and his eyes were slightly red.

The two disguised themselves, pretended to be father and son, rented a simple carriage, and rushed all the way to the monarch's mansion.

Mingbai City and Anchen Temple are separated by a Stygian Water City, which is the most legendary city of the Great Mo Dynasty, and the city lord is named Mo Wuyan. The real age is hundreds of years old, with a white head and a red face, a peerless swordsman a hundred years ago, and a top master today. A hundred years ago, he stepped into the pinnacle of the sword, and no one in the world can match it!

The stones are like jade, and the pines are like emeralds. Lang Yan is unique, there is no other in the world!

Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu rushed for a few days, and when they arrived at Styx City, Styx City and Ming Baicheng were only a day's journey away, and the two were about to sell the carriage, but unfortunately they were surrounded by the city guards as soon as they entered the city.

"A few officials, we-" Jun Moliu saw such a big battle, and he couldn't get out for a while, and was about to delay time.

"The second son of the king, the son of the wild goose, the city lord is invited. A man who looked like a guard came up, and a few city guards made way for him, and the man walked in and hugged his fist.

The two looked at each other, and obediently responded, the vests were recognized, and there was no point in hiding anymore, since they could deliberately rob people here, it must have been determined.

Castle Lord's Mansion.

Only when you see a faceless person can you truly understand the phrase "Mo is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world". A hundred years of wind and frost only dyed his three thousand long hair white, and the years did not leave the slightest trace on his face, and time only gave him the wisdom in his eyes.

As long as you see Mo Wuyan, no one will think that there is anyone in the world who can compare with him. People all over the world say.

Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu also felt the same.

Mo Wuyan just sat in the pavilion casually, dressed in extremely simple white clothes, he was unparalleled, and in his hand was a sword, a life-threatening sword, named Rao.

"Jun Moliu?Yan Bangqiu?" Mo Wuyan's gaze fell on the two of them, just a faint glance, it made the two of them feel a burst of pressure, and they had no confidence at all, if they said that before entering here, they still wanted to escape, but at this moment, they didn't have that kind of thought.

"It's the next two. Jun Moliu glanced down, didn't dare to look at it again, and pulled the stunned Yan Bangqiu with his right hand. Yan Bangqiu came back to his senses, his face was "Teng" red, thinking that he Yan Bangqiu boasted that he had seen all the beauties in the world, but today he was stunned when he looked at a man. Although none of the people he had ever seen could compare to the man in front of him.

"......" Mo Wuyan looked at the two of them, his eyes were a little dazed, but then his eyes were clear. "Jun's family is fine. ”

Both of them were stunned for a moment, Jun Moliu's eyes lit up, and most of the worries along the way calmed down. "Thank you, City Lord. Whatever he was telling himself for, Jun Moliu was grateful to him.

"The king's mansion has been destroyed, there is no need to go back, and he rests here for two days. Mo Wuyan bowed his head, received this thanks, and continued.

"Thank you, City Lord. Both smiled with a relaxed smile.

――――――I'm -- I'm -- the city, -- the Lord, -- the great, -- the man, -- the divided, the cut, the thread――――――

Living in the City Lord's Mansion, he found that two-thirds of the City Lord's Mansion was water, and only one-third of the land.

The next day, Jun Moliu got up early in the morning and went to Lianwuping, which was the only one-third of the land in the City Lord's Mansion.

From a distance, there was already a white figure on the martial arts level. It is Mo Wuyan who is practicing swordsmanship, Mo Wuyan's swordsmanship is a murderous swordsmanship, the moves are simple, and there is no shadow to shoot. The white shadow flies, one move and one style, and it seems to be evolving time. The last sword, the sword stabbed forward, and Jun Moliu seemed to hear a sword roar.

Those simple moves were repeated in his mind, and Jun Moliu felt as if some barrier had been broken in his body.

Mo Wuyan collected the sword momentum, and didn't care that Jun Moliu looked at his swordsmanship. Throwing the wooden sword in his hand to Jun Moliu, Jun Moliu was still thinking about the sword style in his mind, reflexively caught the wooden sword, and practiced.

A hook, a stab, a retraction, a split.

Jun Moliu practiced repeatedly, emptying his mind, and only had these simple moves and formulas in his mind.

Mo Wuyan watched from the side, still expressionless, if someone familiar with him could see that he was out of his mind, a gust of wind blew, blowing his white hair and white clothes.

Jun Moliu exhausted his strength and finally retracted his sword momentum. Only then did he realize that he had just stolen the teacher, and he was still in front of others......

Jun Moliu lowered his head and said with a little weakness: "City Lord, junior—"

"No problem. Mo Wuyan came back to his senses at the moment when Jun Moliu regained his momentum, and when he saw Jun Moliu's timid appearance, he spit out two words lightly. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you. ”

"Disciple Jun Moliu see the master!" Jun Moliu was overjoyed, held back a smile, and immediately knelt on the ground to bow to the master.

"No need to be polite, I don't care. Mo Wuyan's expression did not change at all, but the momentum around him changed, and he was a little solemn. "If you enter my door, you will not chase away my dynasty if you do not bring trouble to me. ”

"Yes, disciple, remember!" Jun Moliu got up and replied. At the beginning of the founding of the dynasty, the first emperor had an edict: "The lord of the city must be a member of the Mo clan, and if the city does not rebel, it will be passed on from generation to generation, but it will not obey the king's orders and be not subject to the edict." ”

It was also from that time that the city lord of Stygian City was Mo Wuyan. Mo Wuyan almost never left Stygian Water City, or maybe he went out, but no one knew.