I mistook that man for...

This Mid-Autumn Festival night is very joyful.

Mo Chenzui didn't know when he fell asleep and had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he was in love with Xu Qing, and the other party happened to have a good impression of him, and the two got together logically.

When Mo Chenzui woke up, the corners of his mouth were curled up. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar place. He quickly sat up and looked around.

He actually slept on the false bed!

For a while, Mo Shenzui couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, he sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then got off the bed: "A Qing?"

Today, he must tell Xuqing his feelings.

"Mr. Mo, you're awake!" Xing'er pushed open the door and entered, putting down the clean water and handkerchief for washing.

"Miss Xing'er?" Mo Chenzui came over and talked to Xing'er while washing, "Thank you, Miss Xing'er, I don't know... Where is the false feeling?"

Xing'er handed over the handkerchief to Mo Chenzui: "Master Xu has already left! He left very early in the morning, does Mr. Mo need anything from him?"

Mo Chenzui stopped wiping his face, and raised his head in confusion, "What did you say? Gone?"

How could it be gone?Where did you go?

Xing'er saw that Mo Chenzui's expression was wrong: "Mr. Mo has something important to tell Mr. Xu? What... what should we do? Mr. He probably has already walked dozens of miles away, and he probably won't be able to catch up with him."

"How could this be..." Mo Shenzui lost his mind and almost lost all strength.

Xing'er looked at Mo Chenzui worriedly, suddenly remembered something, and clapped her hands: "That's right! Master Xu gave something to Sister Qing before he left, and he said it was for you, Master Mo."

"Really?" Mo Chenzui didn't wait for Xing'er to speak, threw down the veil and rushed out of the room.

Mo Chenzui ran fast, ignoring the strange eyes of others along the way, rushing to the outside of Qing Meiyue's room, and impatiently knocked on the door of Boss Qing's room: "Sister Qing! Sister Qing!"

The door creaked open, Qing Meiyue leaned back, dodging Mo Chenzui's hand that almost knocked on her face: "Mr. Mo, what are you doing?"

Mo Shenzui apologized repeatedly, and then hurriedly asked: "Sister Qing, Xuqing is gone? Where did he go? He...does he have something for you to pass on to me?"

Qing Meiyue stared at him for a while, then stepped aside and said, "Come in first!"

Qing Meiyue turned around and went to the cabinet, opened the delicate lock on the top of the cabinet, took out a box and a letter from inside: "This is what he gave you, as for where the young master has gone, I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I can't expose the young master. His whereabouts, but if he wants you to know, he should have mentioned it to you, or he will explain it to you in a letter."

Mo Chenzui opened the letter on the spot, and saw that it read:

Brother Shenzui, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. After thinking for many days, I still chose to part with you in this way... Parting is always sad. I hope Brother Shenzui will not be too sad, please take care.

Mo Chenzui opened the box blankly, only to see that it was full of banknotes and gold, and a land deed. He looked carefully and found that it was a house not far from his restaurant.

Mo Chenzui remembered that house, he had seen it before when he passed by, the newly renovated house was extraordinarily exquisite and beautiful, passers-by would pay more attention to it, so it turned out that it was actually given to him by hypocrisy?

So, at that time, had he already considered leaving?

Mo Shen's heart was numb, and he couldn't feel the pain for a moment. He looked at the long letter that had been written for a few pages. The words of concern in the letter seemed to overflow the paper. He couldn't imagine that such a cold heart How did I write this letter with my poorly expressed false feelings.

Did he pick up the pen and put it down several times, did he consider and consider?Did you stay up all night for several nights, but in the end you couldn't help leaving yourself such warm words?

Mo Chenzui looked at the gold, banknotes, and house deeds he had left for him again, a sour feeling welled up his nose, and the emotion in his chest was like a sudden storm.

Click!click...

Tears fell unexpectedly, wet the letter paper, and blurred the handwriting.

Mo Chenzui hastily pasted the letter on his heart to prevent tears from falling on it, but he himself couldn't stop the desire to cry. Once the emotional gate is opened, it will be like a flood that releases a flood. It will not stop unless it flows cleanly. living.

Seeing that Mo Chenzui was out of breath from crying, Qingmeiyue was so surprised that she couldn't speak, she looked at the letter that Mo Chenzui held in her arms like a baby, and secretly clicked her tongue: Young master, what did you write? How did you make people cry?

Mo Chenzui managed to stop his tears, his eyes were red, and he forced a smile at Qingmeiyue with the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "I made Sister Qing laugh."

Qing Meiyue smiled gently and shook her head, expressing her indifference.

Mo Shenzui put the letter in his arms, put it close to his body, and then handed the box to Qingmeiyue with both hands: "Sister Qing, please help me keep these things, I will get them back when I come back."

Qing Meiyue took the box and asked, "Where are you going?"

Mo Chenzui's tone was firm: "I'm going to find Xuqing."

Qing Meiyue's hand shaking when receiving the box, almost dropped the box, after a moment of surprise, she looked at him clearly: "Do you know where to find him?"

Mo Chenzui shook his head: "However, he told me that he is the young master of Tiansheng Sect, so I plan to go to Tiansheng Sect to find him."

Qing Meiyue watched him hesitate to speak, she wanted to ask Mo Chenzui if he knew where the Tiansheng Sect was, but if the other party didn't know, would she tell him?But the young master never mentioned this to himself before he left!

Who would have thought that Mo Chenzui would be so determined to find someone, and make a decision so quickly!

Mo Shenzui asked casually: "Ah Qing said that the Xunyan Tower is the property of the Tiansheng Sect, I should have heard it right?"

When Qing Meiyue was distracted and thinking about it, she nodded her head without thinking about it.

"Then Sister Qing should know where the Heavenly Sacred Church is?"

Qing Meiyue was stunned, raised her head and looked helplessly at Mo Chenzui, she thought for a moment, and felt that with the young master's attitude towards Mo Chenzui, even if she told him it would be fine, if she didn't tell him, Mo Chenzui would be a headless chicken. Look, if there is another accident, she is afraid that it will be difficult to do it on her side. Even if the young master will not punish her with a temper that understands righteousness, but after all, she will not feel good after getting acquainted.

After thinking about it, Qing Meiyue told Mo Chenzui the address of the main altar of the Tiansheng Sect.

"Thank you, Sister Qing." Mo Chenzui bowed to the end, he was grateful to Sister Qing.

Mo Chenzui went back to the restaurant to pack his things and set off that day.

Before leaving, he entrusted the restaurant to Qing Meiyue, and the daily income would be counted as remuneration to Qing Jie. Although to Qing Jie, the income from the restaurant was nothing at all, but it would not be troublesome to look after a restaurant. It should be.

Mo Shenzui hired a carriage and traveled day and night, he wanted to be quicker, to see the truth sooner.

However, Mo Chenzui didn't expect to encounter an accident on the way.

When the carriage reached a river, two groups of people were fighting on the bridge, and the driver stopped far away.

"My lord, there is a fight ahead, it seems... still dead!" The coachman's tone became terrified, "My lord, let's run, run!"

After speaking, the driver will turn around.

"Wait a minute!" Mo Chenzui opened the door of the carriage, looked at the bridge, and then glanced at the endless river. The river is rolling eastward, and there is no second bridge nearby. If there is a detour, I don't know where to go Where to go.

Mo Chenzui glanced at the two groups of people who were fighting on the bridge, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and soon came to a conclusion: "Let's find a place to hide for a while, and after those people finish fighting and leave, we can continue on our way."

The coachman was a little reluctant: "Are you still going forward?"

Mo Chenzui just said: "Add another 20 taels."

The coachman only hesitated for a moment: "Okay!"

But just when they turned around, a sudden change occurred.

A dozen well-dressed thugs suddenly ran out from the reeds by the river, and shouted at Mo Chenzui's carriage, "It's the helper Hutou found for those bastards, you can't let him go, kill him!"

Seeing the menacing approach, the coachman yelled: "We are just passers-by, please let me go!"

But no one listened to what the coachman said.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Chenzui hurriedly urged the coachman: "Run!"

The driver didn't need to be reminded by Mo Shenzui, he had already raised his hand and whipped out his whip: "Drive!"

The coachman was terrified to death, and regretted not feeding Ma Duo some fodder today.

The dozen or so thugs used their lightness kung fu and caught up with the carriage within a short while, without saying a word, they rushed up and slashed viciously.

Mo Chenzui drew out the precious sword that he had brought out for self-defense, and stretched out the sword to block it, holding three or four swords, the terrified eyes of the coachman who had almost fainted could be seen in the slightest.

The sword has no eyes, Mo Chenzui directly threw the coachman down: "Run!"

The coachman ran away, but fortunately those people saw that the coachman was useless, so no one made any effort to chase him down.

Mo Chenzui faced more than a dozen of them by himself, and he was no match at all. Although he had a famous teacher, after all, the time of practicing martial arts was too short, and he had too little experience in fighting the enemy.

After fighting with only a few dozen moves, Mo Chenzui felt a little powerless. What's worse, the two groups of people who were fighting fiercely on the bridge were shifting to this side.

Melee is the most dangerous.

Mo Chenzui wanted to escape, but was surrounded by these people.

I don't know who shot the arrow in the back, Mo Chenzui was shot in the leg, his movements were greatly compromised, and soon there were several cuts on his body.

Mo Shenzui was sweating profusely, he gritted his teeth and insisted, he must not die here, he still has to find false feelings, how could he die in such a ghostly place for no reason?

Mo Chenzui forcibly ignored the injuries and pains on his body, and struck fiercely, intending to tear a hole in the encirclement.

Just when he was desperate to give it a go, a man dressed in black and holding a black umbrella suddenly appeared.

Soon, the man with the umbrella harvested a lot of heads.

"It's the No. [-] killer on the killer list, Ink Umbrella Youming!" Someone exclaimed.

"Why did that god of death come here?"

"Run!"

The two groups of people who were clearly opposed to each other mistakenly thought that the other party had invited the number one killer, and threw away their helmets and armor one after another, fleeing like hell.

After all, they are not considered a famous big gang in the Jianghu. When they meet the number one killer, even if there is only one person on the other side, they will not have the heart to resist.

Some people cannot be piled up with numbers.

In an instant, there were only two people left at the scene of the fight.

The coachman had already run away.

Mo Chenzui stood with his sword in hand, watching the killer holding an umbrella vigilantly.

You Ming's stern face was hidden in the shadow under the umbrella, he turned to Mo Chenzui and asked, "Are you Mo Chenzui?"

Mo Chenzui was taken aback for a moment, and thought: He knows me?