Some people long to be known for their heroic spirit, but some people hope to spend their days picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountains. In the end, those who long for the rivers and lakes will end up just crossing the river and sinking to the bottom of the river.
How many of those who long for peace have their wishes fulfilled?
At the end, there will always be a similar line, if I had known it earlier, if I had known it earlier!
Just like the Zhu family in Lincheng, if they had known earlier, how could they have caused so many embarrassing things that were invisible to their relatives.
It was late at night and people had dispersed. The two brothers, Mo Ming and Ying Ruge, were sitting on the roof of the restaurant, each holding a pot of fairy brew in their hands, watching the river reflecting the moon and stars, and slightly decorating them with scales.
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"Changkong, do you think what Zong Hengzi said is true or false?"
Ying Ruge lay down, looked up at the moon, and then said: "Brother, before you left Lincheng, you wrote three letters, one to my eleventh senior brother, asking him to protect Zhu Yinuo. I gave it to Zhu Yinuo.
One letter is a warning from an elder brother. But the last letter, why should it be sent to the old prince?"
Mo Ming also lay down. He didn't look at the moon, but turned his head to look at Ying Ruge. If the two grew up together, that would be fine, but he had lived for twenty-four years, and suddenly one day a fellow student appeared.
People who look exactly like me will find it magical after all. Looking at Ying Ruge's side face, she lacks the gentleness, handsomeness and softness of her own, but has more perseverance and unyielding indifference to life and death.
Then Mo Ming also turned his head and looked at the moon. The bright moon was in the sky, and he thought that in a few days it would be a moonless night. But strange, strange, even on a moonless night, he no longer felt like he was suffering from madness or pain.
It was unbearable. He suddenly thought of something. Ever since he could remember, he had been in agony every month without a night. So would Changkong be the same as him every month without a night?
Thinking of this, Mo Ming thought of the two old monks of Hanshan Temple, and couldn't help feeling sad. She thought that she had harmed them both.
Without thinking too much, Mo Ming chuckled and said, "It's just a test of people's hearts."
"People's hearts?"
Ying Ruge turned her head sideways, her brows furrowed, and she looked at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming smiled slightly again and continued: "Yes, people's hearts. Ruge, do you know arithmetic?"
Ying Ruge found it interesting, how could he not understand arithmetic? But he also knew that this was not what Mo Ming wanted to ask, so he could only nod his head and wait for the next sentence.
Mo Ming sighed this time and said sadly: "My mother, several aunts, and uncles are all grandpa's children. Half of the blood comes from grandpa, and the other half naturally comes from grandma. In this way, the blood in their bodies
The blood shed is exactly the same. Xiao Yinuo and his two brothers inherited half of the half, and I inherited half of my mother's. In this way, I, Yi Nuo and my two brothers also inherited half of the blood.
They are the same. But even though the blood flowing in my body is similar, my surname is Mo in the end, not Zhu."
Ying Ruge chuckled and said disdainfully: "What's your surname, what's your name, and what's the significance? Isn't it enough that people can understand you and know how to call you?"
Mo Ming also laughed loudly and said jokingly: "You do have the guts to say this. Let me tell you, apart from Ying Ruge and Linghu Changkong, what other aliases do you have?"
Ying Ruge smiled slightly, but shook her head, with a playful look on her face: "It's okay if I don't mention it, I'm afraid if I say too much, my brother will envy me for my talent. I can become famous in the world with just a pseudonym.
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Mo Ming pretended to be disdainful and said: "My brother is also a figure on the Qingfeng list. If you say I am envious, I am afraid that Xiao Yinuo will be extremely envious."
Mentioning Zhu Yinuo, Ying Ruge couldn't help but think of Kuimulang. Kuimulang was dead, but Dalang came back to life. Naturally, if Dalang is counted as alive, then Zhitu is also alive. Kui Mulang
Timber Wolf, Zhitu, Dalang, yes, what's the importance of names? Isn't it enough to know who you are calling?
Mo Ming took another sip of wine and said with a smile in his tone: "Brother Wei wanted to test whether Jinling would take action against the Mo family if he left the Mo family. Brother Wei wanted to test again and told grandpa that I
whereabouts
, will this town be stained with blood?"
Hearing the blood-stained river, Ying Ruge joked again: "But Jinling didn't send anyone, you have already made Qifeng Town a little more resentful. Do you know that there are already rumors outside, Hang Waiqi
Feng Town, a tavern. There is a madman in the tavern, who always drinks and drinks. One sword can frighten a giant, and two swords can shock ghosts and gods. He likes to solve people's puzzles, and he kills people all over the house. So, brother, you are really serious
So moody."
Mo Ming stretched out his hand and hit Ying Ruge on the head. Ying Ruge also cooperated and let out a painful "ouch". But then, Ying Ruge spoke in a heavy tone and asked: "Don't talk about the outside world, just talk about Daye.
The city is not easy. Brother, can you really trust the prince?"
Mo Ming laughed, and then said: "Changkong, you didn't grow up in the Mo family, so you don't know. The Mo family, in addition to being somewhat famous in the world, also has an vacant position of marquis in the court. If the Mo family
If you are willing, please give me a city. Even today, I will not dare to disobey our ancestors."
"What Marquis? The Marquis of Jiujian?"
After Ying Ruge made such a joke, Mo Ming's eyes shone with light, and he said: "Jiujianhou, Jiujianhou, that's not a bad title. Let's drink and sing, hold the sword and let me roam. I don't care about the king, I just want to be free.
Marquis. Okay, from now on, the title of Marquis in the Mo family will be changed to Marquis of Wine and Sword."
A word of ridicule, but he also gave the other party a name, which made Ying Ruge feel depressed.
Before he could be depressed for too long, Mo Ming asked a rather profound question: "Changkong, do you think Zhong Xihou can be trusted?"
Ying Ruge didn't hesitate and replied directly: "It can be used as a guarantee of life."
Hearing Ying Ruge's firm tone, Mo Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud. But he thought of another thing and said guiltily: "Changkong, you left me twelve swords for my brother, but for my brother...
··”
Hearing that it was about the Thirteen Hatreds, Ying Ruge shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter, everything is determined. Zhong Xihou took away the Wuchang Sword, Zhu Yinuo took away the Shou Ma Sword, and the remaining Eleven
I can guess where it is."
"Why don't I leave you the secret of Zen Taoism for my brother..."
Ying Ruge shook her head again and said: "To be honest, brother, my sword intention has been lost. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold a sword again in this life. But there is no need to worry for brother, you see, I am such a
People who don’t have the Qi source can still be alive and kicking, but they have the opportunity. Practicing a way is a shortcut. It doesn’t matter whether you can hold a sword or not.”
Ying Ruge said it coolly, but the moonlight fell and illuminated his face. Mo Ming still saw the flash of loneliness in Ying Ruge's eyes. In the past, Linghu Changkong wore a mask to get along with him.
, but now Ying Ruge was honest with him. Mo Ming also knew about this brother's personality. Since he said so, Mo Ming didn't ask any more questions.
Mo Ming thought of something important again and said sternly: "By the way, Changkong, if one day someone wants to ask you to borrow some blood, you must not agree. The blood of our direct descendants of the Mo family is quite special. As for what is so special about it,
I haven't figured it out yet, as my brother."
Ying Ruge laughed and said: "Red Emperor Yanmo?"
Mo Ming opened his eyes and was quite surprised. But Ying Ruge still laughed, and then said: "People in the secular world think this is a shocking secret, but among immortal cultivators, this is just a kind of secret.
It is a blood inheritance that people are proud of. Therefore, my talent in the way of fire can be considered outstanding."
After hearing the answer, Mo Ming felt a little relieved, as if asking herself, but her tone was a little lonely, and she said: "Is it just that?"
Ying Ruge thought of another thing, but she didn't know whether she should say it or not. When she saw Mo Ming's eyes, it seemed that she was indicating that it was okay to say it. Ying Ruge hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Brother, yes
It’s something that’s a bit hard to talk about.”
Mo Ming laughed, patted Mo Ming's head again, and said: "You and my brother, what's mine is yours. No, the things and status I have are yours, but your sister-in-law can only be mine.
"
I heard Mo Minghuan's words contained ridicule,
Ying Ruge felt reassured, and it was just a joke: "My sister-in-law is good, but my moon is even better. Brother, please don't worry about my moon, that will make me feel at ease."
Mo Ming laughed again and said: "Brother Wei really likes this sister-in-law. He liked her the first time he saw her. But brother Wei only likes her because of her piano and her art, not because of her imagination.
Own her. If you don't say this, what did you just want to say?"
"Once upon a time, my ugly father made some drunken remarks when he was drunk, saying that there was a scroll in Lincheng that contained some unforgettable secrets. And my eleventh senior brother..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Ming nodded and replied: "When brother Wei returns to Jinling, no matter what the scroll is about, brother will give it to Marquis Zhongxi. How about that?"
After hearing this, Ying Ruge was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly. In this way, she could pay back some of what she owed to this eleventh senior brother.
Mo Ming looked at the moon again, let out a long sigh, and said with emotion: "The road to the world is far away and there is no end in sight. Ignore these things, come and tell me again, we are brothers, you were bullied by sister Yue'er when you were young.
matter."
Then the two chatted on the roof for a long time. During this period, Ying Ruge also complained to Mo Ming in various ways, saying that the methods he taught were of no use to Qin Yue'er. Mo Ming was also embarrassed because he was pretending to be in love with Ying Ruge.
Saint, but in fact, although he has many admirers, Yin Li is the only one who really knows each other. Mo Ming used some Mo Ming to fool him and fool Ying Ruge, who would have thought that it would be self-defeating.
The next day, Mo Ming led Yin Li and Mo Qu'er and left Qifeng Town without saying goodbye or agreeing on a date to meet again. However, Ying Ruge knew when Mo Ming would leave, so he did not say goodbye or be pretentious.
Ru Ge was sitting alone on the roof, watching the carriage slowly move away, and couldn't help but pick up the wine bottle in his hand and take a sip.
Sure enough, if you drink too much, you will become addicted. If you don't kill anyone for too long, the addiction to killing will slowly fade away. Ying Ruge began to recall the past days. It was obviously a lie to say that it was not interesting. Mu Han was right.
Lou Quan has no emotion at all, which is also a lie.
He thought of the landlord Bai Xiaotian who had not been seen since the rumors of madness spread, of Wu Nian's insidious fat man, of Zun Wuyou who could never guess his true thoughts, and of the thief Yaowu
, I thought of Leng Buyu who had a paralyzed face and never showed any expression, and I also thought of a fat man who spent his whole day not only eating but also developing some weird gadgets.
Thinking of Cassia, Ying Ruge couldn't help but laugh out loud. I don't know if he has checked who leaked the things in his Duobao Pavilion. I don't know if this damn fat man is afraid that he will really return to the building.
Beat him to death.
But then she thought that apart from eating and drinking, this fat man was obsessed with good and evil and weird things. Everything else was careless. Ying Ruge suddenly felt that living in Muhan Tower would not be bad.
"Ruge, sister Yue'er calls you."
While he was still deep in thought, he heard a charming voice calling him. Ying Ruge responded and jumped off the roof. As soon as he landed, he saw four extraordinary people walking towards him from a short distance away. These four people
There are old and young, men and women, but they are all dressed in the same way, wearing purple clothes and carrying bows and arrows on their backs. Every step they take is quite similar. Looking at them, they walk lightly, as if they have no feet on the ground. These four
Human skill seems to be really impressive.
They also saw Ying Ruge. The rickety old man at the front had a treacherous and sinister look in his eyes. Ying Ruge picked up the wine pot again, took a few sips, drank the wine in the pot, and then wiped it with the back of his hand.
He removed the remaining drink from the corner of his mouth. Then he let out a long "Ah", and his eyes changed and became fierce, like a wild wolf that had rested for a long time and encountered its prey again.
Although he wanted Yaozi to go to someone else's villa and steal the Thirteen Orders of Mountain Birds, but it took such a long time to find him, which made people really feel bored waiting for him.
Ying Ruge casually threw the empty wine bottle into the restaurant, where Shenshui Yuan turned over and caught the empty wine bottle. Shen Shui Yuan was about to curse Ying Ruge, but Ying Ruge spoke first.