It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Mo Wuming and his party, since they encountered the scene on the Taihang Road, there were many troubles and accidents, and they didn't stop much along the way, but the journey was far away, and when they arrived at Minglan City, they had already entered Xiaohan.

At the end of another year, there were a lot of things going on, and Mo Wuming's family hadn't returned yet, so he was caught by Guanshi Liu to reconcile the account books. The business of "Man Tang Hong" is getting bigger and bigger, not only have their own stores, but also merchants have joined the alliance, and the towns around Duchangfu have traces of "Man Tang Hong".

At the end of the year, the business was already busy, and they had to go to various shops to inspect and check the accounts. The confidantes they cultivated were all busy. How could Steward Liu let such a strong laborer like his boss go.

Mo Wuming couldn't help it, and he couldn't completely let go of his own shop, so he had no choice but to appoint him to stay in the 'full house' for more than three days.That's right, judging by the profits, his hot spring village can be successfully completed, and his private residence should be able to start construction in the spring of next year.Frowning and doing the math, he still didn't have much money left in his pocket.

Time passed day by day, and it entered the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye. The winter in Minglan City was wet and cold. The construction of the hot spring village had been roughly completed, and the interior decoration still needed some time.

Thanks to letting Shi Lei stare at him early, he set up his exclusive room first, Mo Wuming took off his clothes and nestled in the hot spring water bath, exhaled as if his bones were loose, finally he could be so comfortable in winter After taking a relaxing bath, he decided to live here this year.

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On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Heimuya’s annual New Year’s Eve banquet was lively. Many sub-rudder masters, church masters, and elders came to the long table one after another. As soon as Fang Mianfu stepped into the main hall, the scene fell silent instantly, and everyone realized , stood up and cupped his hands to welcome him to his seat.

Pulling up the clothes and entering the table, Fang Mian pressed his hand, everyone sat down, and started chatting with each other again.He answered a few words in a nonchalant manner, and sent everyone to take care of themselves. For a while, everyone present did not bother him anymore.

Fang Mian held the wine cup in one hand and rested on the armrest of the chair with the other, staring at the empty teacher's chair from time to time with cold and hateful eyes.Thinking of how grateful he was when he took over the "Sunflower Collection" a few days ago, how angry he was when he saw the front page of the book afterwards.

This old man is really uneasy and kind, the hateful thing is that the kung fu is really exquisite and can be called the treasure of martial arts, if you don't practice internal kung fu, only external kung fu is also a strange move.However, without the assistance of internal strength, it is difficult for those moves to exert even [-]% of their strength.

Fang Mian drank the wine unwillingly. He tried to learn it with a complete body, almost self-destructing his dantian, and slightly modified the exercises. When the true energy entered the body, it was blocked everywhere, and he could not break through the second level of the book.

The Sunflower Collection is divided into two parts, the upper part is for practicing Qi, and the realm is divided into four levels; the lower part is for practicing swords, and there are five kinds of acupuncture.If this skill is successful, the shot is like thunder, and a simple move is a killer move.

He felt unwilling, extremely numb and itchy, like a hungry person who smells delicacies and cannot eat, when he was thinking about it, someone sang from outside the hall: "The Holy Master is coming~".

With a sound of 'click', the wine cup in Fang Mian's hand shattered, but everyone in the hall was standing up to welcome the Holy Hierarch. This accident did not attract attention. Fang Mian wiped his fingers with a handkerchief calmly, and stood up. stand up.

The beautiful maids filed in, and plates of delicacies were served on the table, really like an emperor.While the banquet was in full swing, a voice as crisp as a yellow oriole rang out: "Daddy, how come there are fewer and fewer uncles and uncles who are familiar with this New Year's Eve banquet every year."

The hall was silent for a while, Fang Mian's hand holding the cup paused, and his heart jumped.He raised his eyes and saw the eldest lady of the Sun Moon God Sect, the only daughter of the leader, a young girl with cardamom age wearing a bun, with big eyes flickering, sly and bright, curiously counting people.

Ren Woxing didn't seem to notice the strange scene, he put a piece of broiled fish with chopsticks in one hand and put it in front of his daughter, patted her head with the other hand, and chuckled lightly: "Isn't there more uncles accompanying Yinger?" Isn’t Ying’er happy during the Chinese New Year? Is this dish delicious?”

"There are so many uncles, so Ying'er is very happy. That's it," Ren Yingying swallowed the fish in her mouth, and smiled happily at her father, who picked it up, "It's delicious."

Ren Woxing patted his daughter twice again, and said in a warm voice: "Just be happy, eat more if you like." Then he withdrew his hand and motioned for everyone to raise their glasses.

After the episode passed, the scene became lively again, no one seemed to care about their young lady's childish words, Fang Mian lowered his eyes, the veins in his hand holding the wine glass swelled, and his fingertips turned white.

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This year, Mo Wuming still lived in the small courtyard of Zhangshan Village, probably because he wanted to experience more fireworks.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he was not from Zhangshan Village, and there was no clan ancestral hall, so he walked to the back mountain with incense candles and a pot of Shaoxing wine, where his father was buried.

The nights were long in winter, and he walked slowly towards the cemetery. There was no moon or stars in the sky, and there was only a lantern guiding him forward like a will-o'-the-wisp.His father's grave was not in any family's graves, and there were some similar lonely graves scattered around. These lonely graves were far away from each other, and they were not close at all.

Finally arrived at his father's tombstone, Mo Wuming put down the sacrifice, and beside his father's grave there was a tablet without writing, which was erected by him to pay homage to his original body.

After placing the sacrifices, the flame of the joss stick was flickering but stubbornly burned. He drank a glass of wine himself, poured a glass in front of the tablet without writing, and poured the rest to their father.

Sitting in front of the stele, Mo Wuming narrated all kinds of things in the past year, and the indescribable loneliness that he has never shown outside.He still can't recall all the memories of the original body, and even the memories of the original body are still slowly disappearing.He has never learned about the past of the Mo family father and son, nor has he seen the old people looking for each other.He didn't know what the dead person still wanted, and he didn't understand his own arrival at all.

In the east, there is fish white, and it is dawn. He misses his relatives during the festive season, where are his relatives?In the previous life, with thousands of lights, he could travel across the ocean and give himself a long vacation in a foreign country; in this life, the people of a village are waiting by the ancestral hall, waiting for the opening of the temple to worship the ancestors, full of prayers for the arrival of the New Year... …

The cold wind blew, and the hot tears gradually cooled. He didn't know that so much water dripped from his eyes.Mo Wuming got up, wiped his eyes casually, packed the basket, bowed to the tombstone, and said with a smile: "It's a new year, I'll see you sometime."

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Fang Mian knelt in front of his father and mother's grave, silently burning a large number of incense candles and coins, as if he wanted to burn all his brains for many years.

Since the New Year's Eve banquet ended, he went down the Blackwood Cliff like everyone else, and spent the New Year with his eyes open in the dusty courtyard where his parents used to live.

During the New Year's ancestor worship, the fire in front of the tombstone was lit for a long time, Fang Mian stood there longer with his mouth pursed, the incense ash fell, the sun became brighter, and the warm sunlight shone on his body, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

After a long time, he moved, knelt down in front of his father's grave with a 'dong', and touched his head to the ground slowly and forcefully. , the child does not ask parents to forgive, the child..."

He closed his eyes and teeth, then opened them suddenly: "From then on, I am no longer from the Fang family."

Immediately stood up, turned around and took a step, the footsteps became faster and faster, the eyes became darker and firmer, and in a moment, there was no one in the world, and the last corner of the unburned yellow paper was floating in the direction of the person, and finally fell down .

His situation does not allow him to be too indecisive, and since he has made a decision, he will not delay any longer. Fang Mian found a deserted cliff cave, and has since lived in it.

On this day, he made full preparations, threw the book of sunflowers with its pages rolled over on the ground, held a thickly wrapped towel in his mouth, and picked up a scorched dagger.The dagger was thin and sharp, and Fang Mian saw the face reflected on the blade, with an unshaven beard, pale and haggard, but a pair of eyes that were calm and determined.

His Adam's apple finally slid down, a glare of cold light was reflected from the thin blade, and then an extremely suppressed muffled sound floated out intermittently, the veins on the elongated neck suddenly popped up, pulsating to break through the shackles of the skin, and the forehead scrambled Beads of sweat that came out rolled down in clusters onto the skirt of the clothes, making me dizzy, and I never thought that the thin fir inside was already sticking to the skin with sweat.

The sound of 'ding' was followed by the heavy sound of a body hitting the ground.The sunlight came in through the narrow opening, and after an unknown amount of time, it finally touched the eyes of the man on the ground gently, as if it wanted to shine back the scary red bumps.The man's pupils moved slightly, his eyelashes blinked slowly, and two drops of crystal clear fell into the mud.

Fang Mian finally came back to his senses and regained his strength. He struggled to sit up, staring straight at the swaying lights. From now on, he was no longer a real man. He had no children and grandchildren. Thousands of sons and grandsons no longer have anything to do with him, thousands of charming and charming gentlemen no longer have anything to do with him, frank and frank friendships no longer have anything to do with him...

He will be the only one who possesses exquisite and magical skills. He will be number one in the world, he will trample Ren Woxing under his feet, and he will be invincible in the world today!

The moonlight shone into the dark and simple cave, and only one person was sitting steadily, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

The author has something to say:

The big articles on the list are well-written and beautiful. After seeing Pearl, I am not enthusiastic about Yumu anymore, oh~~.