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Third Master: "It should be Mo Xun, he and Mo Xiao are riding horses."

"horse riding?"

Ningxu poked her head out in confusion, and just happened to see Mo Xun and his team running towards the front from the end of the team. Ningxu was woken up and looked at Mo Xun impatiently, "Aren't you two cold?"

Mo Xun was delighted to see her coming out and stopped beside her carriage, following the pace of the carriage. "Xiao Liu! Get down and ride your horse. Doesn't your butt hurt when you sit?"

Mo Xiao also rode his horse behind Mo Xun and waved to Ning Xu.

Ningxu shook her head awkwardly. She didn't dare to ride the horse alone, for fear that she would be kicked out by the horse again. "I don't want to..." The Third Master didn't bring Zhuifeng with him on this trip. She would still be willing to ride Zhuifeng alone.

Mo Xun looked at Ning Xu's expression in confusion, as if he had realized something, "Xiao Liu... you wouldn't be afraid to ride a horse, right?"

This really pissed Ningxu off, "Who are you talking to? I'll be fine, I just don't want to!"

Mo Xun and Mo Xiao stared at Ningxu for a long while, and Ningxu's expression changed from righteousness to guilty.

Mo Xun: "Xiao Liu, you must have the courage to admit your weaknesses."

Ning Xu looked at Mo Xun angrily and helplessly, "... Humph, my Yuluo swordsmanship is better than yours."

"??? Mo Xiaoliu!" This time he really stepped on Mo Xun's tail, "You little girl are so annoying!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Ningxu swayed on the carriage and said proudly, "My Yuluo swordsmanship is just better than yours~"

"Hmph, Xiaoliu, are you afraid of horses?! You're so useless!" Mo Xun raised his voice in a sarcastic tone, just to let everyone hear that Ningxu was afraid of horses.

Ningxu was no pushover either. Half of her body was leaning out of the car window, and she yelled at Mo Xun at the same volume, "Hey! Mo Xiaosi! Your Feather Falling Sword Skill is not as good as mine?! You are so useless!"

Seeing Ningxu so excited, the Third Master was afraid that she would fall out if the car was shaken, so he quickly hugged her waist and joined in the fun.

The Third Master finally understood that Mo Xun was a naive and provocative person towards Ning Xu. The love between the two of them that he was worried about was just thrown away. Obviously, both of them were handsome men and beautiful women, but they didn't get along as soon as they met. However, the friendship between the two of them and Mo Xiao seemed indestructible, which was very strange.

The quarrel between the two continued.

Mo Xun: "I can ride a horse!"

Ningxu: "My Yuluo swordsmanship is better than yours!"

The two of them kept yelling at each other, neither of them giving in.

Mo Xi was in the carriage behind them, and naturally heard Ning Xu's words that the Feather Falling Sword Technique was better than Mo Xun's. Mo Xi looked at Prince Mo in confusion, "Grandpa, did Ru Meng practice the Feather Falling Sword Technique?"

He was no longer sleepy when he talked about this with Prince Mo. "Yes, Xiaoliu is extremely talented and has already cultivated to the highest level. He also helped us all improve one level." "By the way, Xier, you can also practice with Rumeng, maybe it will help your martial arts."

Mo Xi: "But she is not a member of the Mo family? Can she also practice the Feather Falling Sword Technique? Grandpa, are you really sure that she is practicing the Feather Falling Sword Technique? Not pretending to be some other sword technique?"

Prince Mo shook his head affirmatively, "I have seen that girl's swordsmanship, it is real."

"Then will it be..." Mo Xi suddenly remembered the rumors in the palace, "Grandpa is not worried... Is she really a witch?"

"Hahaha." Prince Mo laughed after hearing this. "Xier, there are no monsters in this world. They are just a bunch of old stubborn feudal superstitions in the court."

Mo Xi: "But the goddess is real, why can't the demon exist?"

"Hey! How can a goddess be compared with a demon? A goddess is born to protect the world. Even if there is no goddess in the world, the goddess still exists in everyone's faith. It is more like a belief, which is different from the existence of a demon."

Mo Xi frowned in confusion. Monsters are feudal superstitions? But goddesses are not?

it's wired.

The fight between Mo Xun and Ning Xu ended after Mo Xun's throat was broken. Mo Xun overturned the table and rode away speechlessly. Ning Xu raised her eyebrows smugly outside the window.

The Third Master lovingly pulled Ningxu back into the carriage, handed her a kettle to drink water, and after she finished drinking, he took out a piece of cake from the food box and handed it to Ningxu.

"Are you tired? Eat something to fill your stomach."

Ningxu nibbled on the cake, "Hmm? Why is this cake sweet?"

Third Master: "This is a new formula that Queen Mother has prepared. It is used to replenish energy during long journeys. Queen Mother has also given it a name, called Little Sweet Cookies."

Ningxu: "Wow, it's quite delicious."

The Queen Mother has lived in the palace for a long time, so she likes to lead the chefs in Chaoyang Palace to create new dishes. Some of the dishes are very much to the taste of the Third Master and Ningxu. This time, the Third Master asked the Queen Mother for a chef to come over for his trip to prevent these people from not being able to get used to the food in Huai'an.

The group continued on their journey like this. A few days later, at night, after dinner, everyone gathered around a fire to warm themselves. It was a quiet and comfortable evening, but Mo Xun, with his head lowered, suddenly became interested and insisted on telling everyone about the strange things he and Mo Xiao had seen during their years of traveling around the world.

Mo Xun said in a low and strange tone, "Let me tell you... I heard an old man say..."

In a cloth workshop in a certain city, there is usually a large yard for drying dyed cloth. The dyed cloth is hung on bamboo poles, swaying in the wind. The whole yard is full of dyed cloth, and people standing in it are not noticeable at all.

That night, patrolmen in the cloth workshop carried lanterns and searched for anything unusual. The reason for patrolmen was to ensure that if a thief broke into the cloth workshop, someone would quickly find him. Second, dyed cloth was hung out to dry in the yard. If it rained at night, patrolmen could wake everyone up in time to collect the cloth.

There was nothing unusual in other parts of the cloth workshop, so the patrolman walked back into the yard. But this time, he discovered that in the middle of the yard full of dyed cloth, with the dim light of the lanterns, it seemed as if there was a person standing behind the cloth. The moonlight reflected his figure on the cloth, swaying with the wind.

"Who? Who's there?"

The patrolman mustered up his courage and shouted, but no one responded and the figure remained motionless.

He was so scared that his legs were weak at this moment, but driven by curiosity, he slowly bent down and looked down, but he did not see the man's feet through the gap!

The patrolman's eyes widened as he stood up, dropped the lantern in his hand and ran away quickly.

He must have encountered a ghost!

This incident shocked everyone in the cloth shop. The next day, the yard was full of people. A brave man went to the place he mentioned to check, but he saw no footprints where there were human figures.

"Are you so timid? You must be dazzled." The manager of the cloth shop grabbed the cloth and looked at it from front to back several times, but he did not find any human-like shape on the cloth.