Don't forget Qian Xun Mo tonight

She wanted to go up to join in the fun, no, there was a performer on the corner of the street, so she rushed forward to watch it, and she didn't forget to express her long-term hatred before leaving.

"Long hate, long hate, look at that carefully." Feng Yue'er pointed at a person who was breathing fire and was very excited.

"Xiao Yue'er is just like your mother, she really likes to join in the fun, but she is also reckless."

Hearing a familiar voice, Feng Yue'er turned her head, only to realize that what she just grabbed was not a long-term hatred, but a familiar face, "Li San."

Seeing that it was Li San, Feng Yue'er was a little excited, but when she turned her head and thought about this guy leaving as soon as he said he would leave without saying hello, she became angry.

"Damn thing, where have you been these days?" Feng Yue'er shook off Mo Zhuiyu's hand, and wiped vigorously on her body, "Do you know that Master is missing?"

Mo Zhuiyu smiled lightly, the master Feng Yueer said should be Nangong Qing's adoptive father Nan Gongruo, but why did he always have a strange feeling, he should have seen him before, but he couldn't remember that person's face.

Could it be that Mu Fuhuai's craftsmanship has deteriorated, and there are so many problems after recasting.Mo Zhuiyu complained in his heart.

"Don't laugh, it looks like..." It looked very reluctant, Feng Yue'er was interrupted by a distant shout before she finished speaking, it was the voice of eternal hatred, they walked for a while and found that Feng Yueer had disappeared, they looked back .They knew that the girl must have been attracted by something again, and they would not make a fuss for a long time.

"Changhen, I'm here." Feng Yue'er squeezed out of the crowd with all her strength, just bumped into Changhen, "Guess who I saw?"

"Who?" Changhen asked.

"Look." Feng Yue'er pointed to Mo Zhuiyu, who had just squeezed out from the crowd at this time, and was taking care of his messed-up clothes.

"Father, so you are here." Seeing Mo Zhuiyu, Nangongqing couldn't help but be surprised. They had already left the other house for almost two days, and there was no news of Mo Zhuiyu along the way, so they thought he would not come. Woolen cloth.

Feng Yue'er didn't react when she heard Nangongqing calling her father, she thought it was Nangongruo who appeared, so she looked around to find Master, but she couldn't find her, "Where is Master?"

"The father I'm talking about is..." Nangongqing swallowed half of what he said, but was swallowed back by Mo Zhuiyu with a look.

Standing behind Nangong Qing, Zhang Zai would not miss this point. When Mo Zhuiyu reappeared, he already knew that this person recovered his memory, took off Li San's green pheasant body, and the person in front of him had a shadow in his eyes. It's full of scheming and cold.However, Nangongqing's performance surprised him. He actually knew that Mo Zhuiyu was his father. If he guessed, he could only suspect that it was Xia Piaoxu who told him.

"I've been following you since you left Bieju. Why don't you take a shortcut to go to Jingzhou? No matter how fast this official road is, it still takes a few days to delay your steps."

Mo Zhuiyu's words are indeed good. At first, they also had this plan. Arriving in Jingzhou earlier, they can find out the location of the aphasia gate earlier. It's really a coincidence that there was a heavy rain after Qixi Festival, and all the mountain roads that could be walked were closed. , they had to choose to take the main road.And these things were completely unknown to Mo Zhuiyu who had been undergoing recasting since that day and had just left Jieshan.

"Xiaozhong Mountain has collapsed recently, and the original road is no longer passable." Nangong Qing replied respectfully.

"What about Tonghe?"

"Tonghe?" It is true that if you can go up the Tonghe, you can save two or three days of travel, but the flow of the Tonghe is fast, and there is no bridge on the river. Only experienced boatmen can ferry across.However, it is rumored that the boatmen around this river have all moved away long ago, and now there are no more boats to cross.

"Yes, an old friend of mine can help us cross the river," Mo Zhuiyu smiled, "I haven't seen you for 30 years, and Mo Zhuiyu is coming to bother us again."

Chapter 44

Mo Zhuiyu brought them to the side of the Tonghe River. Because of the previous heavy rain, the water flow in the Tonghe River became more turbulent. This only made it more difficult to cross the river.

"We've traveled all the way, but we didn't see any people around?" Changhen was not familiar with Li San, so naturally he had nothing to do with Mo Zhuiyu, so he said this to Nangong Qing.

"Boy, don't worry, wait for me to give a signal."

Changhen heard that Mo Zhuiyu had always called him a little dissatisfied, but Nangongqing used honorifics to that person, so he couldn't say much, this person's identity must be extraordinary.

Mo Zhuiyu took out a small square box from his bosom, and a strange fragrance wafted out after opening it, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a withered flower.He took out a petal, put it near his mouth and blew gently, only to see that petal fell in the middle of the Tong River with the wind, and was swallowed by the rapids.

Not long after, a man in plain clothes appeared on the river. He held a bamboo pole and stepped on a bamboo raft. No matter how fast the current was, he was able to ferry smoothly across it. man of.

The man ferried to the river, tied the bamboo raft to the bank with a thick rope, and walked towards them.

"You are?" The man glanced at the brocade box in Mo Zhuiyu's hand, and it seemed that he was the one calling him, "I don't know what you are looking for, sir?"

Mo Zhuiyu looked at the strange man in front of him, and couldn't help asking: "Where is Liyue?"

"My mother and father have been away for several months and have not returned it. If the husband is in a hurry, I can help."

"Father? Isn't your father Zuo Yilan?"

"Exactly."

Not seeing each other for 30 years, Mo Zhuiyu did not expect that the demon spirit back then would give birth to a son, it really is a big wonder in the world.However, what he didn't expect was that Mo Zhuiyu finally broke Zuo Yilan's soul out of the samsara. He really said one thing and did another. He was the most ruthless back then, and he was the most affectionate. I can't figure it out at all.

Mo Zhuiyu told the man that he wanted to cross the river. The man hesitated, "My mother taught me the art of crossing the river, but I have never brought anyone to cross the river together. I wonder if it will be..."

Zuo Fenggu is only in his twenties this year. Although he is an adult in the human world, according to the rules of the demon world, he is just a child. He lives at the bottom of the Tonghe River all year round. He has little experience in the world and hardly knows anyone except his parents , let alone the ability to try to carry people across the river.

"It doesn't matter, you have inherited the bloodline of Liyue, these should not be a problem." Mo Zhuiyu has seen Liyue's ability, and also knows the ability that their bloodline will inherit, so he is not worried at all, besides, If something goes wrong, he has other countermeasures.

"In that case, please get on board."

The bamboo raft is not too big and the draft is shallow, so it cannot carry too many people at a time. Just in case, one person crosses the river each time, and Mo Zhuiyu takes the lead.

Zuo Fenggu punted very carefully, after all, this was the first time in his life.

"How have your parents been all these years?"

Mo Zhuiyu's sudden question made the bamboo pole in Zuo Fenggu's hand tremble, and he soon regained his composure, "My mother has been in poor health for these years, and it was my father's insistence to live in seclusion here, but the two of them seem to agree with each other. Is very happy."

"Happiness is good." Mo Zhuiyu recalled what happened in Suzhou 30 years ago. He was very familiar but a little strange. He remembered that it was Mu Fuhuai who pulled them into the whirlpool of Zuo Yilan and Lei Yue. Among...them?Who is the other one?

"Sir, the shore is here." Zuo Fenggu's words pulled Mo Zhuiyu back from the abyss of memory. In the end, he still couldn't figure out who the boy who lived with him in Suzhou was. Forget it, don't think about it. If it is a very heavy person, he still can't recall such a memory, it seems that the person is just an irrelevant person.

Zuo Fenggu sent the people on the other bank across the river one by one, and then left. He supported the bamboo raft, but he didn't know where he went.

By directly crossing the Tonghe River, they saved a lot of distance. Before halfway to Jingzhou, Feng Yue'er cried and shouted that she was tired, so she had no choice but to buy a few horses and go on the road.I didn’t choose to ride a horse before but chose to walk because the imperial court suddenly set up barriers on the nearby official roads these days. Anyone who wants to pass must go through strict interrogation. It will be released only after the suspicion is ruled out.

It just so happened that the remote roads were not available, so they had no choice but to go on foot.

As they got further and further away, fewer and fewer barriers were set up. Maybe the people who wanted to be arrested were caught, or maybe it was some other reason. Finally, the barriers were all withdrawn, and they dared to get on the horse and drive.

"Father..." Nangong Qing sped up his horse to catch up with Mo Zhuiyu, who had been riding alone in the front all the time, "Father, your body doesn't matter."

From behind, Nangong Qing can also clearly see Mo Zhuiyu's every move in front of him. Ever since he got on the horse, Mo Zhuiyu has often been in a trance, and sometimes he even fell off the horse because of sleepiness. Although I don't mind, But Nangong Qing was very worried.

At this time, Mo Zhuiyu was also in a trance, and when he heard Nangongqing's voice, he came back to his senses.

"Ah, Qing'er, what did you just say?"

Nangong Qing looked sad, what was his father thinking, could it be about his other father?

"Father, are you really okay?"

"It's okay, it's just that I'm getting older, and I can't think clearly about many things in the past, and I will be fascinated when I recall them."

Judging from Mo Zhuiyu's ruddy complexion, it really shouldn't be a physical problem, but Nangong Qing was still worried, because Mo