Shisanli GL

The court, which has always been rigorous, was silent at this moment, and there was no one on the huge training ground.The surrounding mountain wind blows, isolated from the tall iron wall, dull and depressing.

Lan Xun and Mo Hansheng waited in the hall, sitting and standing, pacing restlessly, revealing the fog in their hearts.

"master"

Mo Hansheng immediately went up to meet him, and said with a suppressed voice, "How is the bottom?"

The disciple's body was wet, water was still dripping down from his hem, and his hair was hanging down behind him in strands. He said in a horrified tone, "Master, just now I went down with a few fellows who are good at water to check, and found that there were more dense strips underneath at some point. Road, the junction of the secret road is blocked by an iron door, it seems that someone touched the valve, and then it opened."

"Secret path?" Mo Hansheng was a little surprised, "Do you know where the secret path leads to?"

"We searched for the secret passage and walked a little further, and there was another iron door, but there was no valve on it, so we couldn't open it no matter what."

Mo Hansheng was silent, thought for a moment and said, "This reservoir has a history of at least a hundred years, but why is there a secret passage underneath?"

Bewildered for a moment, Lan Xun nodded on the handrail, and suddenly smiled, "This secret path was obviously not built overnight, and your ancestors didn't leave a single word, and they don't even know if they think about it."

Mo Hansheng looked at him, "You mean they don't know either?"

Lan Xun got up and walked towards him. After a moment of silence, he turned his hands behind his back and said in a cold voice, "Senior Brother Mo, it seems that the precious land of going to court has been missed a hundred years ago."

Mo Hansheng was startled, thinking about the root cause, suddenly panicked.

"This reservoir is built upstream of your mansion. Even if the Mo Mansion is built like solid iron, if someone sneaks up from above, you may not be able to escape. In the end, it will be burned down like the Nangong family for more than ten years."

The disciple next to him was already speechless in amazement, "Master, could it be that someone wanted to occupy the court for a long time, and that's why he cultivated this secret way?"

Mo Hansheng's face turned cold, and he said angrily, "There is such a mediocre person, you should immediately block the news and send people to guard closely."

"Yes, Master"

Lan Xun saw that his face was ugly, so he didn't say any more.

Yan Liu walked over, brushing shoulders with the wet disciple

"master"

Lan Xun had a rare look of joy in his eyes, "Are you awake?"

"just woke up"

Lan Xun felt relieved, glanced at Mo Hansheng and said, "Senior brother Mo, you know the matter of the reservoir best in your heart, and it's up to you how to do it." After saying that, he turned and left.

Yan Liu looked at him thoughtfully, and was about to follow, "Why are you here?" A voice suddenly exploded in his ear, and he jumped forward in fright, patted his chest and hurriedly looked back.

Mo Qu, dressed in red, stared at Yan Liu, who was ostentatious in front of him, and said in a bad tone

Yan Liu gave her a blank look, and said "You don't mind me"

Mo Qu was absent-minded, and looked at Mo Hansheng with a pale face, "Father, Aunt Jian...she...she's still alive"

"What did you say?" Mo Hansheng pulled away from his thoughts, pressed her shoulder, and said in a trembling voice

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Yan Liu walked out with a cold snort. There was a rustling sound coming from inside. After a little thought, he hid behind the wall with a sneer.

"Aunt Jane is still alive"

Mo Hansheng looked at Mo Qu in disbelief, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, "Qu'er, you, what are you..." A letter suddenly appeared in front of him, Mo Hansheng stopped the words in his throat, and hurriedly snatched it away.

Petty small script, neat strokes and strokes, smart and elegant "This is her handwriting" Mo Hansheng choked up and said, "Where did you get it?"

"..."

Yan Liu was shocked when he heard it outside.

The room was filled with a slightly drunken fragrance, which was refreshing. Shisan supported the furnishings in the room and walked outside, the sun was shining brightly and the years were stable.

The man in black was holding the medicine and watched her swaying footsteps from afar, feeling worried.

Thirteen leaned against the edge of the door and slid down, her weakened and transparent fingertips trembling slightly. The sun shone on her, and it might melt away at any moment. , whispered.

The man in black was silent for a moment, put the medicine bowl on the stone table in the yard, walked over to pick her up and put her on the chair.

Shisan stretched out his hand to look at the light in his palm, and he didn't know what to think in a daze, "I seem to remember it. I've been groggy for the past few days, and I've had many dreams. I think God has treated me very kindly, and even reminded me of some past events when I'm here."

The man in black lowered his expression, and Shisan suddenly chuckled, "It's my fault, I forgot about this kind of thing, and lived in a daze for many years."

The thin sunlight shines through the voice, and there is a particularly unreal illusion, as if years have passed by.

"When I was young, my father doted on me very much, and taught me to read and practice martial arts. I respected and loved him, but I was also very afraid of him. My brother thought that my father was too partial, and often teased me. He put spicy oil in the soybean milk made by my aunt, or I caught crickets secretly and put them in my box. I was so scared that I cried. He felt guilty and ran down the mountain secretly. Who knew that he got lost. The family searched for him all night before finding him in the fox cave at the foot of the mountain. It turned out that he almost lost his life when he fell into the fox hole, and after a long time he was able to get out of bed, but after all, there was a scar at the corner of his eye."

The man in black bent down, his shoulders shrugged.

Thirteen's voice was soft: "At that time, I still laughed at him for a long time, saying that he was worthless, and how he would be a man like Daddy in the future. I think this hurt his fragile heart. Since then, he has been studying hard day and night, following Daddy. Traveling everywhere, leaving for several months at once, I am used to playing with him on weekdays, but now I am tearful and full of reluctance. He didn’t come back until winter when my birthday was approaching, when he was out in the world , I saw a lot of good things, but he didn't bring me anything. I was angry with him and ignored him. He secretly hid under the peach tree in the backyard. He laughed at me for a long time and said that I was crying like a big cat, but in the end he couldn’t survive me, so he gave me a wooden sword with a few words carved crookedly on it. I fell into the fox hole because I was looking for this piece of rosewood." Shisan took out the wooden sword hidden in his sleeve and rubbed it carefully.

The man in black had been weeping for a long time, and his hoarse cry was like a blade being cut on a marble.

Thirteen was silent for a while, "Then one night, I fell into a drowsy sleep. I vaguely saw the flames outside, and the blood splashed on the window paper. It was very frightening. My parents were fighting outside. It was burning everywhere, those people in black clothes chased after them, my brother cut them with a knife, but he was no match for them, a fire ignited on the beams of the house, and the pillars fell down, and then he pushed me away, and my aunt rushed over It was too late, she carried a wooden box on her back, and ran from the back mountain with me in her arms, all the way north, the men in black were chasing after her, my aunt led them off the cliff to save me, I held the wooden box, cold I was hungry again and walked for a long time, then fell to the ground, lost consciousness, and finally woke up after sleeping until now.”

The man in black was lying on the table, crying heartbroken.

Thirteen looked at him, reached out to touch his back and patted lightly, "I'm going down the mountain...Brother"

The man in black shook visibly, restrained his crying, and continued to sob.

Hurrying back to the residence, the door was wide open, the air seemed to be condensed, Ming Jian stood outside the door, lightly holding hands, retreating silently.The frightened birds flew up behind the house, Ming Jian suddenly turned around and ran outside.

"An old friend is visiting, why are you coming and leaving?" A deep male voice came from the room, Ming Jian was startled, stopped in her footsteps, and gasped for breath.

There was a slight sound from behind, Ming Jian turned her head stiffly, her face turned pale instantly.

Wei Bozhao was wearing a dark robe, his black and white mixed hair was crowned with a black hair crown, he was holding the indigo skirt with one hand behind his back, and the gemstone on his thumb was very eye-catching, "I haven't seen you in more than ten years, can you fine"

Ming Jian's eyes showed horror and resentment, she gritted her teeth and backed away.

Wei Bozhao sneered, "I almost forgot, you should be dumb now."

Ming Jian looked at him in surprise, as if thinking of something, sadness flashed across his eyes.

"Do you still think it was Mo Hansheng who hurt you?" Wei Bozhao walked towards her step by step, and sneered, "How could he hurt you if he likes you, but I am different. I hate you and I don't like him either."

Ming Jian continued to back away, a protruding rock tripped her and sat up in embarrassment, Wei Bozhao was already walking in front of her, "Nangongqian and Mo Hansheng were too lucky. From Shimen to Cangzhou, the two of them were overwhelmed." I couldn't breathe, if I didn't have such a big family background and a head for business, how would I get a foothold?" Wei Bozhao became more and more angry as he grabbed the skirt and wanted to tear it to pieces. I'm still just a businessman full of money, how can I be reconciled, the master doesn't like me, I know, but he still died in my hands." Wei Bozhao smiled viciously.

Ming Jian looked at him in disbelief

"Nan Gongqian is dead, and his child is also dead. What are you expecting?" Wei Bozhao threw the skirt on her body, touched the blue ring face, "Oh, what was the girl's name that day, Thirteen, right? "

Ming Jian stood up and pulled his collar, Wei Bozhao drew out the dagger from his waist and slashed at her

"Hmm..." Ming Jian clutched her arms and backed away, blood dripping down the ground between her fingers.

Looking at the bright red blood on the dagger, Wei Bozhao became a little excited, and his voice became sharp, "You think I can't guess that she has the same face as Minghan? Guess how she died?" Wei Bozhao excitedly took Swinging the dagger, "Fall to death? Was eaten by a giant python? Or drowned, the corpse was sucked by leeches and turned into a mummified corpse?" Tsk tsk, Wei Bozhao sighed and shook his head, "It's a pity for that face."

Ming Jian's eyes were flushed, Wei Bozhao approached her with a dagger, pulled her arm, the blade slowly moved down against her face, moved to behind the ear and suddenly picked it up, a cock fell in the distance, Wei Bozhao Bozhao looked at Ming Jian's delicate and mature face, and smiled viciously, "What do you think will happen if I tear off your face and give it to Mo Hansheng? The next day is a sword test. Getting angry and being taken advantage of by others, and dying with regret? Thinking about it is really exciting."

Wei Bozhao smiled presumptuously, his feet suddenly hurt, Ming Jian quickly ran outside, Wei Bozhao gritted his teeth, turned his wrist, and the dagger flew out.

Ming Jian staggered, her right leg was soaked in blood.

Wei Bozhao chuckled softly, pointed at his staggering back, a silver needle flew out of the ring stone, and fell straight to the ground.

The flames were soaring into the sky, Mo Hansheng looked at the big fire in front of him, his heart rose instantly, and he roared "Ah Jian"

Mo Qu was stunned, the bamboo attic was already on fire, a black shadow rushed out of the corner of his eye, Mo Qu covered his mouth and said "Dad"

Mo Hansheng ran into the house quickly, the smoke was billowing, the bamboo burned quickly, and sparks were falling down, Mo Hansheng looked around, his eyes were so smoked that he couldn't open it, suddenly, he ran over, There was a beautiful woman lying on the ground, bleeding all over the ground. "Ah Jian" Mo Hansheng hugged her, his hands trembling unconsciously.

Mo Qu waited anxiously outside, and when he saw the person coming out, his eyes turned red, "Father"

The room behind him collapsed in an instant, and dust rose.

Mo Hansheng half-kneeled on the ground in a panic, put down the person in his arms, and reached for the tip of his nose with trembling hands. If there was a faint breath hitting his fingertips, Mo Hansheng was startled, crossed his legs and touched Ming Jian's back with his hands.

Her internal breath was disturbed, she slapped hard, until a silver needle flew out from under her shoulder, Ming Jian spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.

Mo Qu looked worriedly, "Father, Aunt Jian..."

Mo Hansheng picked her up and said, "It's okay, I didn't hurt her vitals, I won't let her die, I still have something to ask her, I will never let her die"

Mo Qu bit his lip and watched Mo Hansheng walk away quickly, tears streaming down his face.