"Girl, I have already said that there is nothing left to do. Since Ruge has never appeared in the Mo family, it is up to this child to start his life on his own. You said that he is ruthless to you and to the Mo family, but do you know that this child has left a legacy for Ming'er?
What rained down?"
The princess raised her head and looked at Mr. Jian with tearful eyes. She vaguely guessed something and was still waiting for Mr. Jian to give the answer.
"Ru Ge, a kid who used the pseudonym Linghu Changkong, collected a lot of good things in the world. Now, he has left all these things in the Mo family."
The princess couldn't help but sigh, and said softly: "Are they the dozen spiritual swords from Changkong? What's the use of leaving them to Ming'er? Why not keep them for yourself?"
"Girl, don't think too much about it, just be a filial piety to your child."
After discussing the future plans of the Mo family for about an hour, Jian Lao left the house. The reconstruction of Tianshui Villa was arranged very quickly. The damaged wood chips and stones had been cleared away, and the stewards were already communicating with the craftsmen about the reconstruction.
Mr. Jian couldn't help but sigh, Tianshui Villa had been invaded before, but it had never been so brutal.
I saw Jian Lao casually emitting a burst of Qi, and twelve spiritual swords flew from the direction of the Black Pool. The flight process was a little awkward, as if they were extremely reluctant. Even though they were reluctant, they still followed Jian Lao. The scene was also interesting.
An old man followed a string of floating spiritual swords.
Arriving at the stone wall where I stayed at the Moonless Night, I pressed a certain mechanism, the stone door opened wide, and Jian Lao strode in with his spirit sword.
The masters who originally lived here also changed their residences, and this cave was left for Mo Ming to retreat.
People in seclusion insist on tranquility and no disturbance, but Jian Lao came in regardless. Naturally, he also had his own considerations. If it were an ordinary person in seclusion, that would be fine, but Xiao Mo Ming is different from the past. He possesses the eighteen Qiyuan channels. If this
I can't stand even a little interference, so what if the extra six meridians become abnormal in the future?
Mo Ming, who was meditating in the center, twitched his ears slightly, and then opened his eyes. When he saw it was Jian Lao, he was not surprised, but when he saw the string of tails behind Jian Lao, he couldn't help but frown.
"Lao Jian, do you know where Changkong has gone?"
Jian Lao had already guessed that Mo Ming's first words when seeing him would be about Linghu Changkong. It would not be appropriate to tell the whole truth, but if he didn't say anything, Mo Ming wouldn't believe it in his mind.
After hesitating again and again, what Jian Lao said was half true and half false. He said, "Ming'er, there is no Linghu Changkong in the world. Naturally, this Linghu Changkong sincerely regards you as his brother."
Mo Ming frowned slightly, then relaxed and asked: "Changkong is the ghost-controlling master of Muhan Tower, Ying Ruge?"
Jian Lao was not surprised. He fought against the dragon and white phoenix that came out of the black pool. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had heard about the general situation. Linghu Changkong showed his method that day, which was exactly the same as the rumored Master Controlling Ghosts.
, obviously it cannot be a coincidence.
Seeing Jian Lao nodded, Mo Ming actually smiled happily and continued: "What I saw that day, I also guessed that Changkong is Ying Ruge. I just don't understand why Ying Ruge approached me and treated me so sincerely.
"
Jian Lao sighed, and then said: "Because this Ying Ruge is really your brother."
Mo Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes, Ying Ruge, is he his younger brother?
He wanted to stand up and was about to speak, but Jian Lao waved his hand, indicating that he should continue to listen to his explanation.
Seeing that Ying Ruge sat back down, Jian Lao also continued: "Don't make random guesses, old man, I once had a daughter, and your father and I were childhood sweethearts."
Mo Ming listened carefully, he really didn't know that Jian Lao had a daughter. The tiger father had no dog daughter, so he thought that Jian Lao's daughter would not be an ordinary person.
"She should have inherited my position and continued to protect the Mo family, but after all, people's hearts are full of flesh, and I, the old man, also have selfish motives."
Mo Ming nodded in agreement. It was too sad and unfair to silently protect the people of the Mo family like Mr. Jian.
"So I never taught her any of Mo Yu's sword skills. What I taught her was another set of sword skills, called Baiyun Sword Skills."
At this moment, Mo Ming frowned again, Baiyun Swordsmanship? Ying Ruge knew Baiyun Swordsmanship, and I heard that he was not only Yan Xiao's disciple, but before that, his adoptive parents were the legendary Baiyun Canggou.
Seeing Mo Ming's doubts, Jian Lao thought he had guessed a little. He nodded and continued: "My daughter is called Xu Yun. Your father once had a loyal guard by his side. Your father picked her up from outside and never said
After passing my own name, the last name I chose was also the word Chou slave."
Mo Ming has never heard about Xu Yun's relationship with the ugly slave, but any person with a normal mind who hears this will understand that this Xu Yun is Baiyun and this ugly slave is Cang Gou.
"You must have guessed that my daughter later left the Mo family, and the ugly slave also left with him. They changed their name to Baiyuncang Gou, and they were also regarded as a carefree couple of gods and gods. They had no children of their own, so they adopted one,
He was named Ying Ruge, who is now the Ghost Controller of Muhan Tower."
"It turns out that according to seniority, Changkong has to call you grandpa."
When he heard the word "grandpa", although Ying Ruge didn't call him out, Mo Ming and Ying Ruge were twins. Seeing Mo Ming call out the word "grandpa", Jian Lao was also happy from the bottom of his heart. He stroked his beard, his face full of joy.
He smiled and said, "That's me.
This precious grandson is quite promising and has not disgraced his parents' reputation. Yun'er and your father grew up together since childhood. Although they are master and servant, they are also considered brothers and sisters. You and Ying Ruge are not even aunts and cousins.
It’s too much.”
Mo Ming nodded, thinking of Ying Ruge's pseudonym Linghu Changkong, her previous meeting with Ying Ruge, and her acquaintance with Linghu Changkong, and she understood why there were so many coincidences. Ying Ruge was like that.
As for myself, I feel very lucky to have such a brother.
"Then Changkong, or should I call it Ruge, why did Ruge leave without saying goodbye?"
Hearing this, Jian Lao couldn't help but sigh, but he really didn't know how to compile the truth and tell it to him. He thought about it, and then said: "I think Ruge would use a pseudonym to get close to you because he has his own difficulties. The Mo family is in the world, but not in the world.
, you also understand the difference in reputation compared to Muhanlou in Jianghu. Since Baiyun Canggou never revealed his relationship with my Mo family when he was famous, Ruge will continue to do so for the rest of his life. Old man, I guess that Ruge has something he wants.
It may be extremely dangerous to do it. I came to see you before that because I agree with you as my brother, so I am willing to risk my life and death to help the Mo family survive the disaster. These twelve swords were also left to you by him."
The sword master waved his hand, and twelve spiritual swords flew out from behind him, floating up and down around Mo Ming's body.
Mo Ming reached out and held a long sword, the long sword with the same name as Ruge. Somehow, looking at these spiritual swords with their own stories, he suddenly felt envious of Ying Ruge's life.
Immortal Linghu, Liu Sanqing, Taoist Master He, and so on.
As soon as his hand was released, Ruge Sword flew back to its original position, but the sword body emitted bits and pieces of white light.
"I don't know what Ru Ge is going to do. Why doesn't this kid tell me? I am his elder brother after all. If he speaks, why don't I help him."
"Come to think of it, this kid just wants to recognize you as his brother, but he doesn't want to have anything to do with the Mo family, so he does things like this." Jian Lao came over. The spirit sword had spirit, and he separated without blocking him. When he arrived at Mo Ming
Next to him, he touched the head of the young village owner with his hand, and then said, "It's enough for you to recognize him as your brother. If he doesn't want to appear in front of you anymore, in front of the Mo family, just let him do as he pleases. If
In the future, if you hear that Ruge is in trouble, on the premise of not damaging the Mohist family, you can help him if you can. Ming'er, if you can do this, old man, I..."
Mo Ming stood up, bowed and saluted, and said: "Even if Mr. Jian doesn't say anything, Mo Ming will naturally treat him sincerely. It's a pity that Tong Ruge and I can't go together and return together like ordinary brothers."
"Then Ming'er, you have to seize the time to improve your cultivation. Ru Ge is an immortal cultivator after all, and the future is promising. As time goes by, if you abandon all the schools of thought and return to martial arts, you will be left behind by him after all. Don't be the last.
If you end up with an older brother asking for a younger brother to protect you, then it will be a joke for an old man like me."
Seeing Mr. Jian making such a joke, Mo Ming also laughed. Thinking about it, he returned to the martial arts and had many Qiyuan meridians. If he could not become a human master, it would be a joke.
"Of course not. There's no telling which day there will be one more among the three fiercest men in the world."
Seeing that Mo Ming also made a joke, Jian Lao's original worries suddenly disappeared and said: "Okay, okay, my old man, if you go against the Lord of Dongyin, you will live for a few more years and watch your two brothers.
Become the Taishan Beidou in this world."
"Lao Jian has a strong body. When Yin Li and I have children in the future, I will have to call you grandpa."
When he heard that he would be able to entertain his grandson in the future, Jian Laoye's eyes shone brightly, and he was quite yearning for the life he would have before him, and he kept saying a few good words.
Later, Jian Lao began to explain the next few chapters of Mo Yu's sword technique with Mo Ming from the most basic level.
Sure enough, the ordinary twelve Qiyuan meridians and Mo Ming's current eighteen Qiyuan meridians have six more meridians. The gap is really huge. Although it is not easy to learn it in one go, the understanding and application are comparable to when Mo Ming was young.
.
Jian Lao was really happy that Mo Ming was like this, thinking that even if Mo Sang failed, when Mo Ming grew up, the Mo family would still be an existence that no one could despise.
When he came back to his senses, Jian Lao's Alone began to coo, and presumably it was the Five Zang Temple that started to protest. Jian Lao touched Alone and said: "It's been long enough. In the next few days, you will stabilize the Qi source for half a day and half a day."
Then practice Mo Yu’s sword technique.”
"Mr. Jian, you often say that you should proceed step by step and don't encourage others. This time you taught me Mo Yu's swordsmanship, so why is it so hasty?"
If it were an ordinary person, he would have no objection to Jian Lao's arrangement, but the target was Mo Ming.
Since Mo Ming spoke directly and Jian Lao didn't hide it, naturally, his answer was still half-truth and half-false.
"Some things have to be done, even after ten or twenty years. Maybe one or two months, maybe longer, but I will tell you all the truth in advance. According to your wisdom, you can do it even if I am not around to guide you.
I don’t have to worry about integrating swordsmanship."
Mo Ming thought that Mr. Jian was also a great master in the Hongmeng realm and had Mo Yu's sword skills at his side, so he didn't worry about whether he would be in danger if he left the Mo family.
Standing up, the twelve spiritual swords fell down and went deep into the stone slab. Mo Ming looked at the twelve swords again, this time with a smile on his face, and he also liked these magical weapons very much.
Sui Jianlao came out of the cave. It was already dark outside. Fortunately, the moonlight was pouring in today, so he could still see the road and things clearly.
All the master's servants had dinner. Fortunately, Yin Li was virtuous and had prepared meals for the old and the young in advance.
After eating and drinking, and saying goodbye to Jian Lao, Mo Ming went to take a shower and cleanse first, and then returned to his room. His wife was already waiting there, and when she saw her husband coming back, she was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Mo Ming.
Seeing Mo Ming's face full of smiles, Yin Li was also surprised. It was clear that the Mo family had just suffered a disaster, and he had been worried all day long, but why was he so happy today.
Mo Ming also noticed his wife's doubts. He sat on the edge of the bed, caressed her delicate face with his hand, and said, "You don't know why I am happy, but I don't want you to know yet."
"There are still things that the husband and wife are hiding from each other..."
Before she could finish her words, Yin Li exclaimed. Fortunately, she stopped it in time, so that the guards outside did not think that something unexpected happened inside. Mo Ming pounced on her this time, which really did not surprise her. How could she have expected the usually gentle and elegant person?
Mo Ming, you are so rude today.
"Madam, we have been married for a few years, but you can't lay eggs in your belly. People outside think that I came from the palace. Why don't you and I, husband and wife, work hard together..."
Mo Ming was about to kiss her on the mouth, but was stopped by Yin Li's small hands.
Mo Ming was puzzled and said: "My husband has already taken a bath. If you smell it, there is still the fragrance of soap locust."
Yin Li shook her head, her cheeks flushed, and said: "No, husband, you have to blow out the oil lamp first. If the light and shadow are reflected on the window, how can I see people tomorrow?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the red color on his delicate face became even darker. Mo Ming had a smirk on his face, which was completely different from his usual handsome young man look. He shot out a sword energy from his fingertips, extinguished the oil lamp, and then took off his clothes.
The clothes got into the bed.
I don't know whether it was because the materials used during the construction of the house were better and the sound insulation was good, or because the people inside suppressed their nature and didn't make too much noise. The guards patrolling the villa at night didn't hear anything.
After struggling for more than half an hour, Yin Li's face was red, Mo Ming's body was covered in sweat, and the two of them lay naked on the bed. It looked like they were both extremely satisfied.
Yin Li nestled against Mo Ming's chest, playing with Mo Ming's hair with one hand, and asked: "You are not so happy today because you want me to have a baby early, are you?"
Mo Ming also kissed his beloved wife's forehead, and then said: "He is one of them. What I want to tell you is that I have an extra brother."
Yin Li couldn't help but frown, her head rested on Mo Ming's chest. Mo Ming couldn't see her face, and he couldn't see the thoughts in her eyes.
"Oh, do you have a brother named Changkong? Could it be that the eldest brother has recovered from his illness and is back?"
The eldest brother in Yin Li's mouth is naturally Zhu Jiannan's former heir apparent in Lincheng, Zhu Jianying. Ever since Zhu Jianying was tortured and then became insane many years ago, he has been living in Hanshan Temple and met this elder brother.
, it’s just when he has one night every month.
Mo Ming shook her head and explained: "Yin Li, do you know that Fairy Baiyun is the daughter of Mr. Jian and her father's childhood sweetheart. The two of them are like brothers and sisters, just like I am now the same girl as Qu'er."
Yin Li turned her head and looked into her husband's eyes, which looked like stars in the sky. Seeing her husband in such a mood, Yin Li was also happy and asked: "Then Fairy Baiyun has a son?"
Mo Ming nodded, and then said: "You are in the deep boudoir, and you don't know the affairs of the world. The son of Fairy Baiyun is the Ghost Controller of Muhan Tower, and he is also one of the three most famous men in the world."
Naturally, Yin Li didn't understand this. As a daughter of an official, she mostly read romance novels. There were many heroes and fairies in them, but they were all compiled by literati. Who would know who the real characters were in the world.
"That's awesome. Why don't you invite him to your home, and I and Qu'er will make some side dishes for you, and you two can drink and chat. That would be so comfortable."
Speaking of this, the stars in Mo Ming's eyes disappeared, and he became more sad. He heard him say: "You have met him too. It's a pity. Maybe we won't see him again in the future."
Yin Li was even more confused and asked: "Is he no longer alive?"
When Mo Ming heard this, his original worries disappeared, and he laughed angrily at his beloved wife. He teased her to turn her nose up, and then explained: "This brother of mine has made a fortune by traveling around the world under a different name.
Somewhat famous. You have seen him. Although his appearance has been changed and it is not his true appearance, it is actually him."
Yin Li doesn't know how to talk, it's really a headache to talk like that.
Of course, Mo Ming didn't mean to do this. He didn't finish the words at once. He just expressed his feelings. He really felt very lucky to have such a brother in his life.
"In addition to being Ying Ruge, he is also Linghu Changkong. But whether he is Ying Ruge or Linghu Changkong, he is also my Mo Ming's brother. That's enough."
The old swordsman held his long beard, and was happy that the wrinkles on his face were more three-dimensional. Then he took a breath and said, "Ming'er, may I ask you to borrow a sword?"
Mo Ming was a little stunned and asked if he could borrow a sword? He only had Mo Yujian, which he had just received from his father. What would the sword master do with Mo Yujian?
Jian Lao also seemed to notice Mo Ming's thoughts, and he laughed and said, "I can't borrow Mo Yujian from you. I'm asking Ming'er to borrow the Ximing that Xiao Ruge left for you."