Quickly wear: There are always those who are not afraid of death and want to torture me

Eight years later.

It was another New Year's Eve, and the banquet hall of the City Lord's Mansion was filled with feasting and feasting.

Delicious dishes were served in a stream, the whole hall was packed, and the sound of joy almost lifted the roof.

It wasn't until a young man with a handsome and gentle face stood up from a round table in the middle that the bustling crowd gradually subsided.

The young man's bright voice sounded and he read a toast.There was cheers and clinking of glasses again.

Next to the young man, there was a handsome man sitting.Wearing a purple brocade robe, her long hair is tied up with a jade crown, her eyebrows are like stars, and her face is like jade.Under the light, the expression on his face was particularly gentle and endearing.

As soon as Yue Baiyi sat down, he stretched out his chopsticks to take the first bite of food for the people around him, and said gently: "Momo, this is your favorite ocean dried abalone, try it to see if the chefs' skills have improved. "

Mo Qin's eyebrows were curved, and a starry smile appeared in his eyes: "Their craftsmanship is already excellent. Is there any room for improvement?"

As he said that, he ate the piece of Yuebai clothespin.

Seeing this scene, the slightly drunk diners around started to boo. One said that the city lord and his wife were really in love, and the other said that they were such a beautiful couple who were so intimate in front of others.

Now, after seeing the methods of the city lord, no one dares to talk nonsense after drinking.Even if you are disrespectful to the city lord, you must never be disrespectful to Mo Qin.This is the unanimous thought in everyone's mind.

Yue Baiyi responded with a faint smile and blocked Mo Qin's drinks one by one.His actions and actions were a perfect example of a heroic hero.

After three drinks, people chatted about recent events.

One is about the demon sect on Tianqian Mountain.Since the death of the previous leader of the Demon Cult 16 years ago, the Demon Cult has disappeared from the martial arts world in the Central Plains.But recently I heard reports from spies near Tianqian Mountain that there seemed to be new changes within the Demon Cult.

First, there was a swordsman with strong martial arts who broke into the mountain and started killing. I vaguely heard a few minions within the demon sect talking about the swordsmanship of Huangquan Biluo.

Hearing this, a disciple laughed loudly and said: "The sword technique of Huangquan Biluo? How is it possible?! That sword technique has long gone to hell with the devil Pu Hua, and his sword has been broken. How can anyone learn it!" It’s pure nonsense!”

But I heard another person say: "If the sword technique of Huangquan Biluo really appears in the world, there will be a bloody storm in the world."

"Back then, Pu Hua, the leader of the Demon Cult, relied on his own set of swordsmanship to sweep through the martial arts world, hoping to dominate the world. Fortunately, the sword master took action, holding the Lingyun Sword to compete with him, and won the final battle. This way, the martial arts community in the Central Plains was protected. The demon sect massacred. It was a great achievement. It’s a pity..."

"What's the point! According to what you said, even if it's really the Underworld Sword Technique, it can't match the Sword Master's Lingyun Sword Technique. Now the successor of Lingyun Sword Technique is in Wangyou City, and there is a city lord guarding the martial arts forest. Are you still afraid of the invasion of the demon sect's children? ?!”

Everyone responded in unison.

Second, the Demon Cult seems to be training its troops and seems to be preparing to attack the martial arts world.The Wulin Alliance has issued an early warning, but it only said it was "possible" and did not explicitly prepare the various factions to respond to the enemy.

The second major event is about the martial arts competition half a year from now.

Eight years have passed since the battle at Xueyuepo, and the election of the martial arts leader is about to take place.

Nowadays, the most powerful competitors among the major sects in the world are Gao Jing, the leader of the martial arts alliance, and Yue Baiyi, the leader of Wangyou City.

No party is absolutely popular.Gao Jing is slightly better in terms of momentum and prestige, but Yue Baiyi has already mastered the most important aspects of Lingyun's swordsmanship, and it's really uncertain who will win and who will lose on the competition stage.

The guests were discussing and using the energy of wine to make suggestions for Yue Baiyi.The banquet hall became noisy again.

Mo Qin was tired of listening and had a headache after drinking some warm wine, so he planned to go back to his room early.

He put on a rabbit fur cloak and refused Yue Baiyi's offer to send him back, saying he wanted to go on his own.

Immediately, he plunged into the cold night.

The cold wind blowing in his face made his slightly drunken mind clearer.Return to the courtyard along the promenade surrounding the garden.

Everywhere in the city lord's mansion was brightly lit, and the maids and servants along the way saluted him one after another, and then hurried away with various kinds of food in their hands.

When I returned to the courtyard, I didn't expect that this was the loneliest place.

The maids and mothers hid in their rooms to watch the New Year's Eve. The boy guarding the door fell asleep leaning against the doorpost at some point.

It was so quiet in the courtyard that one could hear the sound of ice and snow solidifying.

What Mo Qin didn't expect was that there was a person standing at the foot of the steps, looking in the direction of the bedroom.There was a layer of snow falling on my body, and I didn’t know how long I had been standing here.

This scene was so familiar that Mo Qin opened his mouth and called out the name of the swordsman in black: "Chang Ge!"

Just like eight years ago, the man turned around after hearing Mo Qin call his name.The difference was that this time he wore a silver mask on his face, covering his handsome face.

Mo Qin blinked in disbelief.For a moment, he thought he was drunk and hadn't sobered up yet.

However, when he stepped forward and stood in front of the black-clothed swordsman.When he saw the white air blowing out from the tip of his nose, he was finally sure that Chang Ge was back.

"Young Master." Chang Ge's voice was a little deeper, but it was still calm and steady, giving people a sense of security.

"I am back."

Mo Qin swallowed and looked at him with wide eyes, still surprised.

The next moment, he asked: "Have you accomplished what you said you would do eight years ago?"

Changge nodded: "It's done. Although... it's a bit late."

Mo Qin said calmly: "As long as you can come back, it's not too late."

Changge didn't answer. The eyes behind the mask were as bright as stars, looking at him steadily, reflecting the young man's beautiful figure.

After a pause, Mo Qin asked again: "Why are you putting on the mask again?"

Changge lowered his eyes and whispered: "It hurts my face, it's very ugly."

Mo Qin: "Let me take a look."

Changge never disobeys his orders, and this time was no exception.He only hesitated for a moment, as if he was afraid of scaring the other party, and finally took off the mask.

The originally smooth and handsome face had a deep and long scar running from the junction of the left corner of the eye and the bridge of the nose, across half of the cheek and extending to the side of the neck.It looked like a centipede lying on the left side of his face, which looked very scary.

Mo Qin reached out and touched his scar gently, only to find that the scab on it had not completely fallen off yet, which meant that the mark had been added not long ago.And it's only a hair's breadth away from hurting your eyes.

He frowned and asked, "Who did it?" There was a fierceness in his voice that was protective of a calf.

Chang Ge spoke calmly and replied: "Young Master, there is no need to be angry, that person is already dead."

"Can it be cured? Have you taken medicine?"

"This is an injury caused by sword energy. It may...never get better again."

Mo Qin sighed and said, "That still needs treatment. How could you have such a scar on such a beautiful face? Wait." Then he walked into the house alone.

After a quarter of the incense stick, Mo Qin came out holding a small box.

He handed it to Chang Ge and said: "This is the jade fat ointment from Qianlu Mountain. It is better at removing scars than the ointment from Baicaotang. Take it back and remember to apply it every day. At least it will make the scars less obvious."

Changge took it with both hands. Although he knew it might have no effect, he felt extremely warm in his heart.In the past eight years, the person he thought about day and night has indeed not forgotten him.

Mo Qin glanced at the black iron sword beside him. It seemed as if a new layer of paint had been added to the blade, making it feel newer than before.

"Now that you're back, don't leave again. If you want to find an official position in Wangyou City, I will say hello to Bai Yi."

After Changge heard this, he immediately knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "This subordinate will always be the young master's personal guard, and I don't want to be an official."

Mo Qin sighed for some reason and said, "That's okay."

Immediately afterwards, he said quietly: "By the way, the next martial arts leader competition election will be held in half a year." It seemed like he just said it casually.

He looked past the swordsman in black and looked at the distant night sky.