Return to the Fairyland

From this day on, Mo Yan began to study the "One Hundred Thousand Swords of Breaking Dawn" day and night.

One hundred thousand swords, the sword moves are complicated, and each move needs to be practiced repeatedly before it can be done properly.

Mo Yan's progress was not fast, which was expected by Hong Tongtian.

Three days later, Hong Tongtian checked Mo Yan's homework as usual, and Mo Yan only learned five tricks, which he learned under Hong Tongtian's hands-on teaching.

A month later, Hong Tongtian refused to teach him, and only said that he could not do the rest, and asked Mo Yan to practice according to the atlas.

A year later, whenever Hong Tongtian went to visit Mo Yan, he would always see that slender boy with a long sword in white, practicing sword by the sea.

Two years later, Hong Tongtian asked his disciples, and the disciples' answers were just as he had seen.

"Uncle Master is very hardworking, he rarely plays with us, and he always practices swords by himself."

"After dinner in the morning, I practice swordsmanship in the Martial Arts Field, and at night, I am still practicing swordsmanship high above the moon."

Hong Tongtian was not at ease, so he specially asked his big apprentice Yue Feng to ask: "Feng'er, your master uncle practiced sword day and night, and it seems that there is no progress. Take your time and teach him the basic Kunshan mentality!"

Yue Feng came to report the next day, and his tone was quite helpless: "Master, my uncle won't let me teach him. He is practicing my supreme sword technique in Kunshan. His introductory mentality is useless to him..."

Hong Tongtian saw that Yue Feng was a little depressed, so he asked, "Did he scold you? Don't worry, your uncle is working too hard, and he didn't mean to scold you."

Yue Feng shook his head: "Uncle Shi didn't have time to scold me, he just told me 'Don't bother me', and continued to practice sword..."

Hong Tongtian stroked his beard in satisfaction, and patted the big apprentice on the back: "My good boy, don't worry about this matter, you have your own plans as a teacher."

Three years later, five years later, eight years later...

Time flies in the blink of an eye, and it has been ten years in a blink of an eye.

Everyone in Kunshan knows that they have an uncle, Mo Yan, who has an extraordinary background.

Uncle Mo is an old man who works hard and has not had a day off in the past ten years, let alone playing with his nephew.

In ten years, he has only been in two locations.

Go back to Zhulinyuan’s room to practice, go to the sea, and practice Kunshan’s supreme "Hundred Thousand Swords at Daybreak" in the tide.

This uncle has a weird temper. Although he doesn't usually get close to other people, he is not easy to provoke.

In the past ten years, eight unidentified Kunshan disciples have gone to clean the toilet.

And for the past ten years, Hong Tongtian, the lord of Kunshan, has not allowed anyone to disturb Uncle Mo's sword practice, let alone discuss immortal arts with him.

No one knows to what extent Uncle Mo in Kunshan has practiced swordsmanship.

Some people say that he is just a ostentation, but others say that the Breaking Dawn Hundred Thousand Swords is the number one sword technique in Kunshan, the treasure of Zhenshan, Master Mo who practices this sword technique must have superb immortal skills and a solid Dao heart.

Only Hong Tongtian, who checks the progress of Mo Yan every six months and strictly urges him to practice swords, knows the true level of Mo Yan. As expected, Mo Yan's [-] swords, hard work day and night, can only be learned for three days. A thousand tricks.Still, the three thousand tricks of flamboyant fists and embroidered legs!

However, Hong Tongtian was quite surprised by Mo Yan's words and deeds in the past ten years.

He originally thought that young men, how can they be worth the boring and boring practice of swords every day?How can it be like an old monk entering meditation, ten years as one day?

Standing on the martial arts arena on the top of Kunshan Mountain, Hong Tongtian couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he looked at the sword-practicing shadow by the sea. He didn't expect that Mo Yan would have such perseverance and persistence at such a young age.

In the past ten years, Mo Yan has been busy practicing swords, and met with Hong Tongtian every six months to ask him to check his homework, and there was no conflict.

The unhappiness that happened to the funeral father back then has gradually faded in Hong Tongtian's memory with the passage of time.

Today's Hong Tongtian is enjoying the elixir of Sunset Cliff, and the main hall of Kunshan is decorated with the exotic flowers of the Sunset Cliff's spiritual trees. He has long regarded Mo Yan as an invisible person.

Hong Tongtian stood on the cliff for a while, counting his fingers, and then suddenly remembered that today is the time to check Mo Yan's homework.

Half a year ago, Mo Yan had practiced [-] strokes, and he didn't know how far Mo Yan's swordsmanship had been practiced after half a year.

Thinking of this, Hong Tongtian greeted his son Hong Ruwen who happened to be passing by: "Ruwen, go to the shore to find your uncle and ask him to come and see me."

Hong Ruwen bowed towards his father: "Yes!" He was quite graceful when he bowed, and his gestures were full of gentleman's demeanor.

However, when he stepped off the Yanwu stage, he was young at heart after all, Hong Ruwen's whole heart beat at the thought of meeting Mo Yan, and even having a few words with him.

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out the flying sword, jumped onto the tip of the sword, and flew towards the shore.

In mid-air, Hong Ruwen had already seen the shadow that made him think about it day and night.

Back then, this person was still a ten-year-old child, and his inadvertent elegance had already dazzled him.

Ten years have passed, and the child of that year has grown up and become a young man.

The closer Hong Ruwen flew to Mo Yan, the faster his heart beat.

When he flew to the shore and jumped off the tip of the sword, he was only a hundred steps away from Mo Yan who was practicing the sword.

As a Kunshan disciple, Mo Yan, like all Kunshan disciples, is dressed in white and holds a long sword. The only difference is that he wears a purple belt around his waist. At this moment, he is in the tide, waving a sharp sword, Then the power of the tide water, stepping on the surface of the water, as if flying against the sky.

At the beginning of the morning sun, his whole body was bathed in colorful rays of light. The man's figure was slender, his waist was tightly girded, and his hands exposed outside his sleeves seemed to be carved from white jade, flawless.A head of black long hair, sticking to the breath of the sea tide, flew in mid-air, affecting all Hong Ruwen's thoughts.

"Uncle Master!" Hong Ruwen's voice trembled slightly. He could not casually talk to Mo Yan without his father's permission. These years, he could only look at Mo Yan silently, but he didn't dare to go forward and say a word.

This was one of the few opportunities he had to talk to Mo Yan, and Hong Ruwen felt his palms sweating.

Mo Yan turned a deaf ear until Hong Ruwen yelled again: "Uncle Master!"

Mo Yan turned his head from the sea, stood with his sword in his hand, and smiled slightly.

Hong Ruwen only felt that his breathing stopped.It was a face that fascinated all living beings, extremely gorgeous, like a peony in spring or a hibiscus in autumn.It is as bright as the morning glow, and as bright as the bright moon.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan asked.The voice was hoarse, but it was extremely moving.

Hong Ruwen forgot his words, he didn't know what to say, he just stared blankly at Mo Yan who stepped on the water from the sea, and even forgot his own name beyond the sky.

"Master Nephew Confucianism, do you have anything to do with me? If you have something to do, just say it. If there is nothing else, I will continue to practice swords." Mo Yan was a little out of breath because he had just swung his sword in the sea and exhausted his energy.

And it was this slight gasp that made Hong Ruwen even more dumbfounded, thinking wildly.

It wasn't until Mo Yan turned around and returned to the tide that Hong Ruwen suddenly realized that he stammered, "Uncle Master, my father...is looking for you."

Mo Yan stopped and calculated the time in his heart.

That's right, today seems to be the day for Hong Tongtian to check his homework.

In the past ten years, Hong Tongtian has not forgotten this point, and it is hard for him to miss himself all the time.

Mo Yan hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Understood, you go first, I'll change my clothes and go."

It was only then that Hong Ruwen could see clearly that the white robe on Mo Yan's body had been completely wet by the sea water, and it was attached to his body obediently, revealing all the lines of his torso.

Hong Ruwen really wanted to say, "Brother Yan, I'll help you." But he still didn't dare.

Mo Yan never pretended to be polite to him, and the few times he met, he only regarded himself as an elder. At the beginning, Hong Ruwen would occasionally call him "brother Yan", but later on, he didn't dare to be presumptuous at all.

After Mo Yan finished speaking, he ignored Hong Ruwen who stayed there, and walked towards his residence on his own.

Hong Ruwen followed behind Mo Yan in a daze, not knowing where he was at all. He only felt that the moment of walking behind Mo Yan in the past 20 years or so was the best time.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Mo Yan suddenly turned his head and stared at Hong Ruwen: "What are you following me for?"

Seeing Mo Yan's frown, Hong Ruwen was even more fascinated. He took a step forward and said, "Brother Yan, you have been practicing swords for a long time, and you are hungry too. May I invite you to dinner?"

Before Hong Ruwen finished speaking, he heard someone shouting behind him: "Uncle, Uncle, I caught a big fish, and I specially prepared it and brought it to you!"

When Hong Ruwen turned his head, he suddenly saw Qi Yi and others running towards him with food boxes in their hands.

Mo Yan looked at Hong Ruwen: "What did you call me just now?"

Hong Ruwen's throat trembled, and he stared blankly at Mo Yan, only to see that his expression was as usual, not knowing whether he was happy or angry.

He said rather dejectedly: "Since someone is bringing food to the uncle, I... my nephew will take my leave."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head away, but couldn't help but look back.Looking back, I saw Qi Yi and a group of people following Mo Yan, and felt heartache.

It seems that all my thoughts and bitter love can only be reduced to nothing and blown away with the wind.

As early as ten years ago, when Mo Yan became his uncle, Hong Ruwen knew that all this was impossible.

But as Mo Yan grows up day by day, Hong Ruwen can't cut his love with his sword. He just feels more and more obsessed with Mo Yan, and gradually finds it difficult to extricate himself.

I only hate that I didn't make a blood alliance with Mo Shengxie back then at Sunset Cliff.

If he had been engaged to Brother Yan back then, he would have already had a beautiful woman in his arms at this moment, how could it make people so ecstasy?

Hong Ruwen sighed secretly in his heart, and watched Mo Yan's figure disappear into a bamboo forest reluctantly.