When Yan Jue entered the lobby, he saw a very eye-catching word "Die". The first seven days had passed, and the coffin had long been buried in the ground. Only a mourning hall, a memorial tablet, and a basin for burning paper money were left in front of the coffin. Mo Shuruo
I just knelt there, with red eyes, quietly burning the yellow paper. It was getting dark already, and no one came to disturb me in the house, so I didn't light the lamp.
He walked over and lit the candle, lit a stick of incense in front of the memorial tablet, then turned around and approached Mo Shuruo, knelt down on the futon beside her, and kowtowed solemnly. Mr. Mo was the recipient of such a great gift.
Not worth it.
When he was kowtowing for the second time, Mo Shuruo pulled him and said: "City Lord, please don't try to hurt me. Grandpa knows better and will blame me." He had sworn repeatedly not to see Yan Jue again, but now he went back on his word and brought him back, feeling in his heart.
I feel guilty. And if others see it, I don’t know what will happen.
If Uncle Mo felt that his behavior was inappropriate, he should restrain himself, but saying this would inevitably make Yan Jue feel alienated. He wanted to say something to make up for it, but instead he patted the back of his hand gently and said comfortingly: "Kneel here.
I am not the Lord of Tianmu Peak. Mr. Mo understands justice well. If he understands your thoughts and mine, he will naturally not blame you." After that, he completed the third one.
Looking at his figure, Uncle Mo had the illusion that he was in a dream. His heart felt uncomfortable, so he had no time to think about anything else. He looked back at the memorial tablet and slowly closed his eyes, choking and saying: "Yan Jue, I'm so tired.
."
Yan Jue looked at her, and he didn't know whether it was because he was calm and enlightened after crying, or whether he was deliberately hiding his sadness, but no matter which way, he felt very distressed, "If you want to cry, just cry, don't force it."
Mo Shuruo's voice was hoarse, and a smile that was even sadder than crying appeared on his face, "Grandpa doesn't like to see me cry. He said that when I cry, it's like a knife sticking into his heart. It hurts..."
Seeing her lowering her head and choking, she squeezed her fists on her knees until they turned white, "I'm sorry."
His thanks and apologies always came out of nowhere. Mo Shuruo couldn't understand it. His eyes were red and swollen and his face was haggard. Although she felt sad, she couldn't help but look back at him. It had only been two hours since they last met, but she felt that she had already
She hadn't paid attention to him for a long time. A glance at him revealed that his eyes contained too many emotions that she had never seen before, such as sadness, guilt, and uneasiness.
Mo Shuruo cleared his dry throat, but his voice was still unusually hoarse. She heard herself asking, "Why are you apologizing?"
Why are you apologizing? Yan Jue frowned and looked at her. It was a feeling that he couldn't explain. He just felt that if Mo Shuruo's only relative in the world, the person as important as her life, suddenly passed away, how would she feel?
He was sad, but he couldn't do anything except stay by her side, and he couldn't break down the sadness for her. He hated himself for being so powerless, but when he thought that he was her only support now, he couldn't show too much sadness and let her go again.
Worried, he smiled slightly and shook his head.
He didn't say anything, but Mo Shuruo had more or less figured it out. He couldn't help but feel soft, and in turn advised him, "In this world, birth, old age, illness and death are normal things. You don't need to apologize." Although his expression was still the same as before, his brows were really furrowed.
Tight, Mo Shuruo stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows, "Besides, I can't continue to rely on you in this life. Although grandpa is gone, the Mo family is still there."
He pulled her hand down and held it, "Don't be so stubborn. I can stay with you silently without asking or looking, but if you want me to ignore you, I'm afraid that won't work."
Mo Shuruo took out his hand and knelt in front of him. His tone was less weak and more responsible as the head of the Mo family, "I thought a lot before you came in, so it's not just a show. After my grandfather passed away, I
It's sad, but the safety of the Mohist family is also very important to me. I don't want the Mohist disciples to die in vain under the orders of their uncle. The matter at hand is to prevent Yegurong from sending troops. I have no one to trust and no one to turn to, only
You..." As he said this, he put his hands in front of his forehead, bowed to him solemnly, and knelt on the ground.
"Mo Shuruo..." He did not help him, he knew what this bow meant.
Mo Shuruo knelt down again and said: "This time of worship, I am standing in the position of the head of the Mo family. I beg the city lord to have mercy on me and be loyal to the whole Mo family. Don't hurt anyone or break a sword."
He bowed again, "This bow is to ask the city lord to go to Liushi Border City and dissuade Yegu Rong. The Mo family's matter is an internal matter and no one else should get involved." He had also met Yue Changfeng twice, plus Fang Fang.
Hong Mandrill's life-saving grace, if he tries to persuade him well, Ye Gurong will not embarrass him.
He bowed again, and when he came up again, his tone and expression were no longer serious as before, and he was a little more tender, "The last bow is Shuruo's apology for sending you away on purpose. I don't want to deceive you, but I also don't want you to see it.
Seeing how embarrassed I am in trying to heal myself, please give me some time, and please forgive me for making my own decisions."
Yanjue looked at her deeply, "If you weren't so honest with me, I could still refuse." Then he sighed again, "How come you see me so clearly..."
Mo Shuruo said: "This is the price you pay for being five years late."
The two looked at each other quietly, their emotions undisguised. It was sympathy, but more importantly, surging love. Yan Jue said: "It's my fault that made you suffer."
When he first heard this, Mo Shuruo felt both happy and aggrieved at the same time. If he hadn't been in front of his grandfather's memorial tablet, he would have really couldn't help but rush over and hug him. So was Yan Jue.
When she sent him off early the next morning, Mo Shuruo was still not in good spirits. She fell asleep while watching the banquet last night, and she knelt in the hall until dawn, then went to the kitchen with trembling legs and feet to make porridge. Before going to see him, she deliberately
She tidied herself up so that it wasn't too sloppy. She thought she had done a good job and didn't want him to keep watching secretly. Yan Jue didn't expose it, and only left one sentence before leaving, "When I come back,
If you haven't recovered from your injury, give yourself to me."
Mo Shuruo was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimmed with tears, and he nodded heavily, "I'll wait for you to come back."
After leaving Qing'an, he did not forget to send a letter to You Jiang to go back and guard Mo Shuruo. Yanjue also wrote a letter to Yuhua to help the Mo family, explaining the reason why he would not go back for the time being. He stayed up all night, one person and one horse.
Stop and go straight to the border town of Liushi.
Here, Fang Hongzhao and the others were looking for the leftover information and the whereabouts of the nuts. Along the way, they actually found Fang Baimei's old lair. She didn't know about it at first, but she only realized it after You Jiang explained it.
"Although I heard my parents mention the Tiancheng sect back then, it wasn't much."
You Jiang said: "Mingyue Temple is the symbol of Tiancheng Sect's existence. The original realm was more than just this stone gate." The three of them stopped at the foot of the mountain on horseback. Looking up, they could only see some broken stone pillars. "That's what's up there.
A true view of the bright moon.”
Fang Hongzhao jumped off the horse, and the two of them followed. "The nut has spirituality. If it is still alive, there is no way it will not come to me. It must be trapped." Thinking about it, he felt a little scared, "That woman Fang Baimei is cruel.
, I don’t know what to do.”
Looking at the surrounding scene, it didn't look like someone was living there permanently. Yue Changfeng couldn't believe it, "Are you so sure that Fang Baimei will be here? I asked in the villages and towns near the foot of the mountain before, but I didn't get accurate information either."
It wasn't that he was tired from climbing the mountain, he was just afraid that the climb would be in vain.
Fang Hongzhao saw through it at a glance, "If you feel tired, just wait for us at the bottom of the mountain." After saying that, he walked away.
"Hey!" Yue Changfeng hurriedly stopped in front of her, "I didn't say not to go, but look, it's getting dark, and we're not familiar with this place, so we went up the mountain without any preparation.
What, there’s not even a way out.”
"I can't wait." After all, white eagles like Guoren are rare in the world. Although it is impossible to show off in the market, transporting them up the mountain requires manpower. But there is no news after asking the villagers, so it is very likely that it flew here on its own.
Yes, Guoren has spirituality and only obeys the orders of people he knows. In other words, Aunt Hong, whose body has not been found, may still be alive, and she will be with Guoren.
Yue Changfeng couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to follow them, and the three of them went up the mountain along the broken stone steps.
The Mingyue Temple is located deep in the mountains, and has been unknown to the public for many years. The Tiancheng Sect no longer exists, and only this abandoned temple is left to tell the story of everything that happened. The fallen leaves of autumn after autumn have been covered with dust.
In the heyday of the 19th century, uninhabited and wildly growing plants climbed up the high walls and penetrated into the temple. The signs of dilapidation are sad. It has only been a few decades, but it seems to be a world away.
The three of them stopped in front of the hall and observed carefully, "It seems that Fang Baimei doesn't come back often."
You Jiang glanced at Fang Hongzhao and said, "There are only two ways in front of you now. Either go in directly to find out, or blow the whistle to see if it can hear it."
It's best to find out first and then take action, but once the whistle is blown, not only Nuo Ren, but also Fang Baimei will hear it. If you can't do anything to alert the snake, you can't do it. She shook her head, "We can't let her discover us. Can you tell me what's going on in the palace?
Do you understand?"
You Jiang shook his head, "I won't have time to go to the Mo family to get information. But there will definitely be traps, so it's better to be careful."
Fang Hongzhao nodded and looked at Yue Changfeng, "You can stay here and wait for us."
A big question appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to indicate the surrounding environment, and then pointed at the increasingly dark sky. "Do you think I can stay in this environment alone?"
Yes, I just want to follow, the reason is, I can grab a lot of them when needed.
If he insisted, Fang Hongzhao didn't say anything else, "It's up to you. But if you meet Fang Baimei, be careful."
He had met that woman once in Baiyue, and he still had some impressions. The three of them walked into the palace, and he couldn't help but ask: "Your aunt..." After being struck by her look, Yue Changfeng immediately changed her words,
"Why does Fang Baimei have such a deep grudge against Feihua Valley?" Thinking of the tragic situation in Feihua Valley before, she sighed in her heart. After all, she is a relative, how could she bear to do something.
She clenched her fists, her eyes full of hatred, "I don't know much about the old things. I only heard from my mother that after the Tiancheng sect was founded, there were disputes between the factions. Later, the conflicts accumulated. My father and her
They are the heirs of two sects. Although they are brothers and sisters, their relationship is not good." He couldn't help but sigh: "In the final analysis, the Tiancheng sect finally developed like this because of the failure of the Gu poison lineage. My father also passed away because of the Gu poison...
"
It is also sad that the original factional fighting developed into a family conflict.
"Be quiet." You Jiang alerted and reminded the two of them, "There is some movement."
The side hall where he was walking was unusually quiet. The fire stick in his hand was a little unstable due to the wind. Fang Hongzhao quickly protected it with his hand, "Everyone, be careful."