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Mo Tianfeng gently brushed his fingers and pointed Hu Xiaomao's sleepy acupoint. Hu Xiaomao was in a state of excitement and did not notice the change in the atmosphere around him. The acupoint was then tilted and fell drowsyly. Mo Tianfeng's eyes drooped slightly, grabbed a wooden stick and fiddled with the fire, and said calmly: "Senior Brother Third, are you worried that I will attack me?"

Yin Tianyun's face turned slightly red, his sword tighter, and said vigilantly: "If I don't believe you, you will not be moved at all! Since the Hengshan Sect's internal strife and the eldest brother disappeared mysteriously, which of the same brothers are trustworthy? You went down the mountain in anger and didn't step into Nanyue for a whole nine years. To put it bluntly, aren't you dissatisfied with us brothers? I think unless there is a disaster in Hengshan, you will never come back!"

The dusty past was opened inadvertently, and deep pain flashed in Mo Tianfeng's eyes. His fingers holding the stick turned white due to excessive force. He pursed his lips tightly and said word by word: "You can forgive his beastly behavior, but I can't do it! As long as he is still in Hengshan, I will never go back!"

Even though he did not name the name, Yin Tianyun also knew who the "he" was. "Why do you have to be so stubborn? The storm that year had already subsided, and everyone looked up and saw him. Are you still at peace now? Even if you have too deep prejudice against "he", you should come back every year on the Master's death day and burn an incense stick in front of his grave!"

Mo Tianfeng's body trembled, tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, and he whispered: "Master treats me as much as a mountain. After he passed away, I have never visited the tomb to pay tribute to him. It is really unfilial! If Master knew about the spirit of heaven, he would definitely scold me to no avail. But even if I go to worship Master Sweeping in the future, I will not return to the mountain gate!" His tone was decisive and there was no room for maneuver.

Yin Tianyun sighed and said, "You are depressed and unresolved, so you deliberately let go of yourself. Why is this going? I advise you to restrain yourself, don't be plagued by love, don't practice swordsmanship, and not to retreat without advancing, and be futile!" I remembered that this junior brother had great ambitions and looked down on the world before, and how heroic he was. But after experiencing the drastic changes in the portal, now he is indulged in mellow wine and beautiful colors, his spirit is depressed, and he can no longer see a trace of the past.

Mo Tianfeng laughed loudly, swept away the dull expression he had just now, and said, "Life is like a flash of time. If you can't have fun in time, wouldn't you come to the world for nothing? Wine can relieve sorrows and beauties can forget worries. It is an indispensable good thing when walking in the world. Senior brother, you are not good at drinking, not close to women, and you only want to climb the peak of martial arts. You are never able to experience the fun. You are still single in your thirties. Is it because your vision is too high? Do I want me to introduce you to a few female heroes who are beautiful and smart?"

Yin Tianyun was so amused and laughed: "It's not your turn to worry about my business! It seems that you are deeply trapped in mud and will never repent!"

Mo Tianfeng smiled and said, "I am used to being accustomed to it. Third Senior Brother, don't care which path I take. Your junior brother doesn't want to interfere. Wherever you have been or what you have taken, it has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in knowing it, and I won't tell others to listen. My wish is to taste all the fine wines in the world and appreciate all the beauties of the Central Plains. It is different from the senior brother and not to work together!"

Yin Tianyun slowly released the hilt of the sword, "Is this your promise?"

Mo Tianfeng said: "Yes!"

Yin Tianyun then put his heart back in his stomach. Mo Tianfeng's words were to be fulfilled. The secret of his magical skills was temporarily preserved. However, Hu Xiaomao was always a hidden danger. Once he met a veteran in the world, he would inevitably not reveal his words. After thinking about it, he would still have to find an opportunity to kill him to silence him once and for all.

Seeing that his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, Mo Tianfeng felt a move in his heart and said seriously: "The third senior brother wants me to keep the secret, and he must agree to me a condition!" He pointed to the sleepy Hu Xiaomao, "Please swear to swear that you will never hurt Xiaomao at all, and ensure that he is safe and sound!" Although he had known Hu Xiaomao for a long time, Hu Xiaomao's fearlessness impressed him deeply. He sincerely hopes that this child can grow into a hero in the future.

Yin Tianyun said unhappily: "What do you mean? Will I betray my apprentice?"

Mo Tianfeng said: "I dare not infer what my senior brother did. But in the future, if I can't see Hu Xiaomao, please don't blame me for not talking about brotherly ties."

Yin Tianyun bit his teeth secretly. If Mo Tianfeng really announced the news that he had hidden secrets, even though the world was big, it would be difficult to find a place to hide his life. Weighing the pros and cons, he glared at Hu Xiaomao hatefully, and made a poisonous oath helplessly. Hu Xiaomao was sleeping soundly at this time, with his mouth slightly raised, and his saliva flowing all over the ground, not knowing that his fate had been re-set.

When he woke up the next morning, Hu Xiaomao was wondering why he fell asleep last night? He had prepared many questions to ask Mo Tianfeng for advice, but it seemed that he had not asked anything. Yin Tianyun and Mo Tianfeng never mentioned what happened last night, as if nothing had happened. The three of them scooped water by the mountain stream, washed their faces, simply ate dry food, and drove on.

Hu Xiaomao climbed to the driver's seat, wrapped around Mo Tianfeng, and listened to him telling all kinds of strange stories in the world. Mo Tianfeng was very easy-going and friendly, and his eloquence and humor made Hu Xiaomao laugh and gain insights along the way.

The air in the mountains is very fresh, the flowers are bright in color, the leaves are as green as washing, the strange peaks and rocks are in a variety of postures, and the scene is dazzling. From time to time, you can see rare beasts flashing in the mountains and forests, either as quick as flying, or as cute as a person, or as cute as a group of people, or chasing and playing.

Not long after walking, Mo Tianfeng suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon. A large flock of birds circling over the woods and refused to land. Based on his experience, this shows that there are a large group of people in the forest. I changed my mind. Is it because the people from Yanyulou are chasing me? I listened intently and faintly heard whistles around, conveying some information, and the number of people was obviously quite large. I was shocked and puzzled. I pressed the sword and looked around, but no one came out to block the road. I didn't know what the other party was thinking.

The mountain road is winding, with dense forests and dangerous cliffs on both sides, which is just good for ambush and attacks. Mo Tianfeng is worried all the way and dares not relax for a moment.

As the evening approached, the wind changed sharply, and the clouds in the sky surging, as if thousands of horses were galloping, blocking the sunshine. The sky became darker and darker, and the clouds gradually turned into black colors, and the darkness was pressing down on the top of the mountain. Lightning suddenly rose and fell, and the thunder kept pounding like a war drum. The bright and moving mountain forest just now completely changed its appearance, as if it had arrived at the legendary Demon Realm, gloomy and dark everywhere, and no one could see a figure. The shrill mountain wind blew by the edge of the rocks, and the howling of ghosts and wolves filled the ear drums.

Hu Xiaomao shouted loudly against the wind: "Uncle Master, the heavy rain is coming, find a place to hide!" Mo Tianfeng said: "There is no cave nearby to hide, only Wangjia Village in front can shelter from the rain!" With a sound of driving, he whipped the horse hard to speed up his progress.

The top of his head cooled, and raindrops as big as beans fell down sparsely. Hu Xiaomao spread his palms and felt the coolness of the rain with his palms. He was thinking that he would be beaten by the heavy rain, the towering mountains suddenly extended to both sides, and his eyes suddenly became clear. A flat field appeared in the mountains, with green waters like belts and trees. The basin surrounded by mountains, blocking the noise of the outside world like a barrier, maintaining the peace and tranquility of the place. But when you look closely, the chessboard-shaped fields are deserted, and the sound of chickens and dogs cannot be heard in the mountain village surrounded by bamboo and wood, which is obviously deserted for a long time.

Hu Xiaomao lamented in his heart that in the troubled times, such a remote mountain village was inevitably affected by war and disaster. It seems that only in books can we find a paradise.

The carriage entered the mountain village along the way, and saw that most of the houses on both sides were collapsed and disrepaired, and the mountain rats were rampant. Occasionally, you could see white skulls exposed in the grass. There are about fifty or sixty families in this village, and now they die or escape, and they are completely empty. A ancestral hall was built next to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, with blue bricks and black tiles and tall door signs. It looked very grand from a distance. When you came near, you saw that the gate of the ancestral hall was missing, and the remaining half was also tilted and fell sideways, shaking back and forth by the strong wind, making strange noises. Several cracks were cracked in the exterior wall, covered with weeds, and a few small banyan trees were growing on the top of the wall. There were more than a dozen horses and several donkeys for carrying goods, and vocals came from inside.

Mo Tianfeng smiled and said, "Come on, there are people inside shelter from the rain. It seems that they won't be lonely tonight!" He tied the carriage and walked quickly through the courtyard with Yin Tianyun and Hu Xiaomao into the hall.

Although this ancestral hall has been abandoned for many years, its basic structure is well preserved. Eight red painted columns support the roof tiles. The hall is vast and is enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people. The front of the ancestral hall is enshrined with painted statues, with plaques hanging on it. The words on the plaque are covered with thick dust. I don’t know what it is written. The light in the ancestral hall is extremely dark, and the people who came first raised two bonfires. As soon as they entered the hall, a dazzling lightning suddenly struck down from the clouds, followed by a thunder roar, and heavy rain poured on, and countless raindrops hit the tiles. The wind and rain slapped the doors and windows violently, like a violent beast, trying to break the fence and rushed in.

Hu Xiaomao stuck out his tongue and said, "It's so heavy rain! If we were one step later, we would be a chicken!" Mo Tianfeng was about to make a joke, when the fragrant wind blew on his face, a crisp and pleasant voice shouted, "Mo Tianfeng, I see where you escape again!" Like a thunderbolt hitting the top of his head, Mo Tianfeng's face suddenly changed, his joints were stiff, he stared at the beauty in red who was rushing toward him, and a smile that was even worse than crying came out from the corner of his mouth, and said guiltily: "Sister Yan, why are you here?!"

The beauty in red has delicate curves, white skin, outstanding temperament, and exudes a youthful and lively atmosphere. When she heard this, her eyes turned red, her eyebrows were raised, and she said angrily: "Bah! Who is your 'Sister Yan'? You are so heartless that you sneaked away in Yueyang City last month and threw me alone on the boat. You, you don't care about others at all!" She felt so angry that she raised her jade hand and slapped him hard. She slapped her in the face with anger. She slapped her cheeks, and half of Mo Tianfeng's cheeks immediately swollen high, and a clear palm print appeared.

Hu Xiaomao didn't understand the truth, pointed at her and shouted, "Hey, why are you trying to beat my uncle for no reason?"

Mo Tianfeng was startled. Hu Xiaomao's sleeve arrow was killed, and there was no cure. He was afraid that he would not understand the situation, so he hurriedly blocked the beauty in red. Yin Tianyun shook his head and smiled bitterly, pulled Hu Xiaomao aside, and scolded: "Children, don't interfere in matters between adults!"

The beauty in red didn't expect that Mo Tianfeng would actually take a hard palm. Seeing that the palm was slapped very hard, he stomped his feet and said angrily: "You... are you a wooden man? Why don't you use your skills to protect yourself?" Mo Tianfeng said softly: "As long as you can relieve the resentment in your heart, what's the point of just one palm? If you are not satisfied, you'll hit ten or eight palms." The beauty in red stared at her eyes widened: "Do you think I dare not hit?" She waved her jade hand and gently slapped his face. The resentment in her heart had long disappeared. Mo Tianfeng laughed, held her slender and smooth palms, and whispered: "You really can't bear to hurt me!" The beauty in red dress was slightly red in her jade cheeks, letting him hold her slender jade hand, and her heart felt sweet, and said: "You scoundrel, settle the score with you in the future! I, my fourth brother, are here too."

Hu Xiaomao was puzzled. How did these two people make up after they started? It was really strange.

Mo Tianfeng turned his head and looked at a handsome and majestic young man from a noble family, and applauded and smiled: "It is said that Brother Mo is a master in the cosmetics formation. When he saw him today, he was indeed very skillful! My sister is fierce and difficult, and even I have a headache. No way, but Brother Mo is the best at attacking his heart and defeating others without fighting. This really makes me admire him so much that he admires him!"

Mo Tianfeng smiled and said, "The Dragon among the Master Dongfang, who has been through the love barriers all over the world, I am a prodigal son in the world, and I can't stand you behind your back!" The beautiful woman in red said annoyedly, "Fourth Brother, if you talk nonsense, I will go to the fourth sister-in-law to complain!" The two swords joined the wall, and the other party immediately raised his hand to surrender and defeated.

It turns out that the brother and sister are the direct descendants of the Dongfang family. The brother is named Dongfang Changhe. He ranks fourth among his peers. He is an outstanding figure among the younger generation. His sister is named Dongfang Yan. He is willful and willful and often travels privately. The Dongfang family is one of the five major families in the martial arts world. He has strong financial resources and a strong talent. His family's unique martial arts skills are very powerful. The contemporary head of the family is full of martial arts skills. It is said that he has the strength to compete for the top ten masters in the world.

After receiving the news of the birth of the Nine Yang Divine Art, the Dongfang family immediately sent Dongfang Changhe to Jiangxi to learn about the incident and investigate the movements of major forces in the world. Dongfang Yan took the opportunity to sneak out of the house, traveled east with his brothers, and asked about Mo Tianfeng's news. Four guards of the Dongfang family were all with towering temples and sharp eyes, and they were obviously masters with unique skills. In addition, there were two Wudang lay disciples, one was Zhou Zihuan and the other was Zhao Yang, both of whom were in their twenties, with a strong aura and a needle hidden in the cotton. Zhou Zihuan looked at the intimate appearance of Mo Tianfeng and Dongfang Yan holding hands with a squinted look, and a ray of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and his expression was a little stiff.

While the adults were greeting each other, Hu Xiaomao looked around in a blink of an eye. There were three groups of people sitting in the hall, occupying three corners of the hall. Opposite them were a group of local merchants, including several big-sleeved and round-waisted bodyguards drinking around the fire, talking and laughing. A little farther away were two constables, one had white hair, the other had long beards and chests, and his hands pressed the handle of the knife, and he looked at the others vigilantly. On the left side, a big man sat alone near the statue of the god, facing the door, unable to see his appearance, and holding a black sword in his hand, as if he was incredibly profound.

He was about to withdraw his gaze when he suddenly found a snow-white face, pointed chin, big eyes, cherry mouth, and long black hair combed into a braid, which was very cute. The little girl was about seven or eight years old. When she touched Hu Xiaomao's eyes, she smiled slightly, her eyebrows were crooked like the moon, dimples appeared lightly, and her face was red and flashed with fire, as if spring flowers were just blooming, and she was flawless. Hu Xiaomao was stunned and couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful girl in the world. Compared with the childhood sweetheart Guo Yue, she suddenly became overshadowed.

The little girl was not afraid of her life and grimaced at him with a smile. Hu Xiaomao did not show any weakness, and acted like a hangman, and his tongue was long. The little girl couldn't help laughing and laughed softly. The man beside her immediately became alert and looked at Hu Xiaomao in the toilet, cold as ice, with a strong warning. Hu Xiaomao was very bored and turned around and sat down in awkwardly.

Mo Tianfeng leaned into his ear and whispered: "Good nephew, you will seduce a little girl at such a young age. It's really the younger generation of the Yangtze River pushing the older generation! Don't be discouraged, the first move will usually not go smoothly." Hu Xiaomao blushed and protested: "Uncle Master, how can they do that!" Dongfang Yan listened clearly on the side, twisted Mo Tianfeng's thighs hard, and said angrily: "Dogs can't spit out ivory, don't teach children badly! Do you think everyone looks like you, love each other when you see each other!" Mo Tianfeng hurriedly endured the pain and laughed apologetically, and a few words made Dongfang Yan turn anger into joy, which made Hu Xiaomao very impressed.

It was getting late at this time, and everyone took out dry food to share the food. Mo Tianfeng smelled the aroma of rice wine floating nearby, and his index finger moved, and gave Hu Xiaomao a warm look. Before Hu Xiaomao understood what was going on, Mo Tianfeng pulled him up and smiled and said, "You sit down first, let's go and ask for some wine." He ignored his companion's reaction and took Hu Xiaomao's hand and walked over.

When the merchants on the opposite side saw Mo Tianfeng, Hu Xiaomao suddenly stood up and approached, secretly alert, and stopped talking. The bodyguards all grabbed weapons, staring at them with wide eyes, and looked at them coldly. They were carrying a lot of valuable goods. Seeing Mo Tianfeng and others carrying swords, they had already been secretly alert, fearing that the other party would commit ill intentions and commit murder and rob objects. Only the little girl looked curious and looked at Hu Xiaomao with interest.

Mo Tianfeng clasped his fists from afar and said, "Mo Tianfeng met you by chance in the Xiaheng Mountain and took the initiative to disturb you. Mo loved wine as if he was lifelong, and smelled the fragrance of wine, so he was really restless and thirsty. So he came here with shamelessness and begged you to sell me some good wine to soothe the wine insects in his stomach and prevent them from rebelling."

The other party heard him interestingly and looked at each other and smiled, and his hostility was greatly reduced. A businessman leader in his forties waved, "The sea of ​​people is vast, and meeting is fate. Since Hero Mo is also a person who likes wine, do you know that he is willing to drink with him?" Mo Tianfeng thanked him happily, took the rice wine in the bamboo tube, raised his head and drank it hurt, wiping the wine stains on the corner of his mouth with his back hand, slapped his legs and shouted happily.

Hu Xiaomao happened to be standing beside the little girl, and she saw that her skin was crystal clear and smooth, her eyebrows were picturesque, and she felt more beautiful than when she looked from a distance. The little girl leaned in the arms of a middle-aged man, only showing a smiley face, looking at Hu Xiaomao and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?" Her voice was tender, like a pearl and jade falling on the plate.

Hu Xiaomao was about to open his mouth, but suddenly he felt the floor shaking, and the dust on his head rustled down, and he couldn't help but stop the sound of shock. He heard the sound of wind and rain, and the sound of iron hooves stomping on the ground, sweeping towards the ancestral hall.
Chapter completed!