It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

There is a hillside on the back of the town, with no trees or branches, and a wide view.

It was the first snowfall, and a group of five people were gearing up to show off their skills.The skiing competition didn't set a lottery, but Mo Wuming started with a bang, each one was like an arrow off the string, and only afterimages and Mo Qing's dumbfounded remained on the top of the mountain.

For the damned desire to win, it was the first time he used his internal strength to help him.The wind whizzed by his ears, and Mo Wuming's eyes were burning with flames. This boundless snow field, the speed and passion, made people's adrenaline soar and boil.

He yelled, "I'm coming~"

Mo Qing staggered to keep up, shouting in a hurry: "There's still me~".The empty mountains responded inclusively, and the echoes in the snow were accompanied by laughter.

Dongfang had long since disappeared. His speed was extremely fast, and he reversed the impact of falling from the high slope, stirring up snowflakes.He pursed his lips, lifted the soles of his feet, and slid his body sideways across the steep slope.There are twinkling stars in his eyes, as if he got his favorite toy, and he is happy.

The track drawn was not enough for him to perform.However, he still made an emergency stop and pulled out the first flag.Then, holding on to the ski poles, he slid back in the opposite direction.

He raised his eyes and saw two crossed shadows one behind the other, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stopped paying attention.

Being overtaken by Chen Mo again, Xiao Liu panicked, hit the ground with his internal force, and floated out in the air.It's just that he can't compare with his own hall master, but can he also be compared with Chen Mo?

He passed Chen Mo, raised his eyebrows at him, and the triumphant "oh hoo" sound lasted for a long time.Chen Mo pursed his lips, frowned and glanced at him, exerted force on his hand, and passed him again while sliding sideways.

The finish line is getting closer and closer, the two eyes meet in the air, the sparks are crackling, and the final duel is about to break out.Mo Wuming managed to catch up with the two of them, but in the next second, there was a large splash of flying flowers, and no one was seen.

He also speeded up and chased after him again.

The accident was caught off guard, and he watched the two jugglers in front of him fall together and roll to a stop in the thick snow.The splashing snowflakes fell, covering them with a natural thin quilt.

Mo Wuming slid forward with worry in his eyes.But the hand was held up, and he saw someone who didn't know when came over from the side of his head, and he said in surprise, "Dongfang?"

"Yeah." He nodded, pulled Mo Wuming to the finish line, took off the second flag and handed it over, "You won."

Mo Wuming laughed. He took the flag and spread his arms: "A warm hug from the winner."

Dongfang smiled, his eyes rolled, and he leaned forward.

"Are they all right?"

Seeing that tiny movement, Dongfang didn't care and said, "None."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wuming saw that he was rolling over there, and he was struggling to get up with punches and kicks.

He chuckled, he had never seen Chen Mo so anxious.The two of them were like children, they used no internal strength, they punched to the flesh, they fought hard.

He stepped forward to dissuade: "Okay, stop hitting."

However, those who beat him with passion ignored him.Mo Wuming frowned, he was really impatient.

Just as he was about to step forward again, he hadn't moved yet, only heard an 'ouch' and a muffled groan.The two of them fell down in front of him.

When Mo Wuming turned his head, Dongfang withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

He smiled, and looked down at the two people on the ground again: "Are you awake?"

Xiao Liu, oh, oh, he said in an aggrieved and ingratiating tone, "Let's just compete and learn from each other."

Chen Mo pursed his lips, his eyes were calm, and there was no trace of remorse: "Well, please punish me." He went up for a while, ignoring the master's call.

It wasn't a big deal, the two of them used too much force in order to win or lose, accidentally tripped over each other, and started fighting with punches and kicks.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his face and preached a few words, and stopped pursuing further: "It's over here, it's just a discussion, don't make a real fire, otherwise,"

He paused, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Maybe you want to ask Dongfang for advice?"

Chen Mo looked up at him hesitantly, but saw Xiao Liu shaking his head constantly, and promised not to commit any crime.

Mo Wuming laughed inwardly, with a cold face, without looking at the two of them again, he took Dongfang's hand and stepped into the carriage.

The confused two jumped into the car quickly.

A "drive" was about to exit, and a long and distant howl came from the side: "Master~~, wait for Mo Qing, there is me."

Mo Qing, whose face was covered with snow marks, was crying like a rotten cabbage in the field.

He slid and rolled to the finish line, and happily picked up the third flag.Seeing that the carriage not far away had already started, he howled immediately: "Did you forget me?"

"No, no," Xiao Liu hugged him in his cloak, quickly covered his mouth, and urged Chen Mo to drive.What if I really angered my hall master, "Come warm up, don't talk."

Mo Qing broke away in disgust, looked at him and Chen Mo, but still didn't speak.With a bitter heart, he will never ski with this group of people again.

Mo Wuming subconsciously knew that the Eastern martial arts were very powerful, but he didn't have a specific concept.This person usually likes to walk with him holding hands, and occasionally pinches his waist to drive along.

until--

He stared blankly at the group of...dogs in front of him?

With white hair, fierce eyes, drooping tail, and sharp teeth.The leading one suddenly jumped up and let out a creepy growl.

He was so startled that he retreated suddenly, and the dog lay down again.As soon as he turned his head, he saw Dongfang quietly falling behind him.He opened his mouth: "Is this the dog you were talking about?"

The one under the feet seemed to understand human language, grinning and humming.Glancing at the people at the side, they lie back unwillingly.Simply close your eyes without bothering to see.

Dongfang threatened to stop the wolf, met Mo Wuming's suspicious gaze, and nodded lightly: "Well, it's the sled dog you mentioned."

Good guy, Mo Wuming is just a good guy.He just lamented that dog sleds are more atmospheric than horse-drawn sleds, but it's a pity that sled dogs can't be found.

Can this person really bring back a pack of white wolves, use wolves as dogs, and tell him that they are dogs? !

The alpha wolf quietly closed its eyes and lay down in front of him. The white wolf behind it occasionally shot its gaze, as if it was waiting for an opportunity to nibble him.Mo Wuming swallowed, feeling numb.

The wolf's body froze, and its natural perception ability made it aware of the danger hanging above its head.It immediately jumped up and howled at the clansmen. The wolves howled lowly and responded, and they were much more gentle for a while.

"It's a dog, and its temper is quite docile."

All right, Mo Wuming won't argue anymore, anyway...they don't bite.

They suddenly became famous in this small town and appeared in front of the city lord, just like he got up as usual and was caught off guard when he opened the door and saw a group of well-matched sled dogs.

Mo Wuming looked at the invitation in his hand and fell into confusion.Yesterday, I also talked with Dongfang about the Jurchen sacrifices and blessings. Han people like them who do not have worship cards are extinct and cannot participate.So……

He shook the invitation card in his hand and asked Dongfang: "Didn't you say that they would not be able to stop me if you took me into the Western Mountains, so why did you change to this method?"

"It's not me." Dongfang looked at him sideways, his eyes full of innocence.

He really didn't believe it, how could such a coincidence happen?Mo Wuming hummed with a perceptive face, and before he could speak, a voice came from the corner.

After handing over the invitation, Xiao Liu sat in the main room and ate melon seeds. At this time, he interrupted carelessly: "I know what happened. The other day you and your master were riding a dog sled and were seen by their clansmen. You were immediately shocked. I think you have been recognized by the white wolves and are the messengers of heaven, so."

Dongfang drank tea with downcast eyes, ignoring Mo Wuming's gaze.It was the savages who were blind and couldn't tell the difference between a wolf and a dog.

Okay, it's not bad to join in the fun openly.

He looked at Dongfang's expressionless movements, and felt inexplicably funny.Stretching out his hand to pinch his exposed earlobe, he said to Xiao Liu: "Since that's the case, let's all go, you go and tell Mo Qing and Chen Mo."

When there was no one in the room, he held Dongfang's face in his hands and joked, "Did you send the dog back, did you give the owner any money? Why don't we just buy one and let us raise it?"

With his face squeezed into a chubby look, Dongfang just looked at him expressionlessly and didn't speak to him.After a while, the man let go of his face after rubbing enough, pursed his lips and said firmly, "No."

Why did he send the group of white-haired cubs away early, this man circled around the group of guys all day, feeding the bristles himself.One white wolf cub learned to take the initiative to rub his hand and let him rub his stomach.

Dongfang lowered his eyes, despised those guys very much, completely forgot that he was a wolf, and really regarded himself as a dog.

"Why, don't you like playing with them too?"

Every time he went to feed the wolves, he would see Dongfang staring at them, doing nothing, and not leaving for a long time.He had never seen this person so patient about anything, and he probably liked these white hair dumplings very much.

Dongfang glanced at him and said casually, "Oh, they prefer freedom."

"That's right." Instead of thinking about those little guys, Mo Wuming turned to think about what they should prepare for the city lord's invitation.

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The West Mountain here is connected to the Changbai Mountains, and a large open space is surrounded by fences at the foot of the mountain, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach.

On February [-], when the dragon raised its head, it seemed to be a tradition for the city lord to organize his clansmen to hunt and sacrifice here.

After eating breakfast that day, Mo Wuming and his party of five, wearing the special clothes of the Jurchen tribe, strutted into the enclosure.

There is a huge circular wooden platform closest to the mountain. There are torches around the platform, and an altar is placed on the platform. Only the blood-stained hair can be vaguely seen.

It was still early, and there was no one on the stage at this time, and the clansmen wearing animal skin hats were coming and going, and it was very busy.Mo Wuming's eyes are full of curiosity, and he wanders around with Dongfang Baiwutao.

It was still winter, with colorful flags and large tents standing on a snow-colored background.

In the corner of the paddock, there is a young man with half-naked shoulders, competing in the ring.From time to time, a strong force erupted, and the young girls in the audience cried out in surprise.

Mo Wuming was watching with relish, with an interesting smile on the corner of his mouth, sighing that it is good to be young, full of vigor and romance.

He turned his head to look towards the east, and was stunned for a moment, where is he?He frowned and looked around.

There was a loud noise from the ring behind him, and someone slammed heavily on the wooden board.After a brief silence, enthusiastic cheers broke out suddenly.He wasn't interested in watching those strong men who lost and who won, he just wanted to know where Dongfang went without saying a word?

Just about to avoid the oncoming people, follow the path to find it.There was a series of shocks from the arena behind him, like a series of cannonballs.

He turned around in surprise.On the ring, Dongfang stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless.A pair of red phoenix eyes are as cold as a cold pool, deep and bottomless.looked straight at him.Seemingly raising his foot at will, he kicked the man who had jumped onto the ring.

This person's movements were understated and he didn't care, but his eyes were fixed on him, and the coldness around him made people daunted.The arena was quiet for the time being, and there were whispers under the arena.

Mo Wuming Nahan, he waved his hand at the person.The man was silent for a moment, then jumped and landed beside him.But without saying a word, he walked forward without squinting.

He followed in two or three steps, tilted his head and asked, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Dongfang caught sight of him coming from the corner of his eye, pursed his lips and still didn't speak.This person watched other people's competitions with great interest, and he didn't take his eyes off it. Why, as soon as he got up, this person turned around and was about to leave.He is the master of a sect, can't he be compared to those barbarians?

The hand behind his back was pulled by someone, his little finger was curled up, and he didn't struggle any more, he was tucked into the opponent's sleeve with his fingers interlocked.The man whispered softly in his ear: "But you don't like it? Then let's leave."

He stopped, looked directly at the man, and said with unconscious grievances: "You like to watch those barbarians compete, but you don't like me."

Um?Forgive him for his stupidity, but Mo Wuming didn't understand what was going on for a while.

After a while, he smiled and bent over.Seeing Dongfang looking at him with a wooden face and smiling, Fu straightened up again and pinched the fleshy cheeks around the man's lips.It was smooth and firm, soft and bouncy, and it felt good to the touch. He leaned over and took a bite.

"Because you disappeared, I was in a hurry to find you. I don't care who wins or loses on stage."

He led people to a hidden corner, leaned over and looked at people.The noses collided, the breathing was audible, and the explanation was tainted with indescribable ambiguity: "You are number one in the world, why should you condescend to compete with them. I just looked at them, but my mind was distracted."

Dongfang's eyes flickered, and he also knew that he had been making trouble for no reason recently.He stared at Mo Wuming's smiling eyes, the corners of his mouth raised.Who cares, this person is always so gentle, even if he is favored and arrogant.

His eyes lit up suddenly, he raised his hand and pulled down the man's neck, then raised his head and kissed him.The four petals pressed against each other, and within a breath, the lips and teeth were pried open.Dongfang narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue to mess with it.

The cold of winter can't penetrate this small world, and the temperature is rising steadily.Mo Wuming hugged the man in his arms harder and harder, but he still couldn't stand the slightest temptation from this man.

The taste of this person is like the spring water flowing down from the snow-capped mountains, it is endless, fresh and sweet.

The ancient and distant sound of beating the fou came from far away, and the intimate movements of the two slowly slowed down.Mo Wuming leaned on Dongfang's shoulder and exhaled, his lips were honestly printed on the white and greasy skin in front of him, calming down the hotness in his body.

The hot breath brushed against the neck, making it tingle.With moisture in the corners of Dongfang's eyes, he leaned back and took a deep breath, holding Wuming's waist with one hand, and attaching the other to the top of his hair.

When the hourglass points to Sishi, the sound of fou sounds rhythmically, swinging in the open mountains.The two came looking for the sound, and on the altar in the distance, the wizard with colored sand on his face kept turning, chanting words, sometimes passionately, sometimes compassionately.

The people under the arena were no longer playful as before, and their faces were pious.There is no sound of bells and drums, no rhythm, and something is chanted along with the wizard's words.

Mo Wuming couldn't help becoming serious. Although the ethereal tone was unclear, the atmosphere was extremely solemn and sincere.It seems to be praying for something, thanking something, and missing something.

He clenched the hand of the person beside him, staring at the sacred scene in front of him, speechless.He didn't ask for anything. In past and present lives, he had to be accompanied by one person, and the rest of his life would be complete.

The lengthy blessing ceremony came to an end, the altar was covered with white fur, and the millet offerings were placed on it.Without knowing how to cut it off, the wizard lit the furs from both sides of the altar, and the raging fire ignited instantly, wrapping the unharmed tribute inside.

He was still amazed that the deep people in the audience were like newborns.Howls, drums, singing, and the symphony of sounds, the scene became lively for a while.

The solemn praying place turned into a large-scale picnic scene in a blink of an eye, and whole cows, sheep and wild deer were cooked to be delicious and hot.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, the sky is getting darker, bonfires are lit, singing and dancing.There are also daring lovers dancing face to face in the crowd, hugging and kissing.With a smile on the corner of Mo Wuming's mouth, he looked at the crowd dancing in a circle not far away.

Xiao Liu didn't know which girl was favored, and she danced and swayed with colorful ribbons, while Xiao Liu clapped her hands and laughed so hard that her teeth couldn't see her eyes.Even Chen Mo, who is usually like a pillar, shows his big white teeth from time to time.

It can be seen that everyone had a good time.Mo Wuming glanced at the east, the man was expressionless, even with a bit of disdain in his eyes, coldly rejecting the invitation of enthusiastic people.

He turned his eyes and walked towards the lively crowd holding someone's hand.

Suddenly being pulled, Dongfang stepped into the crowd following the opponent's steps in surprise.The noise and the chaotic smell made him frown involuntarily.

He refused to hold the hand of the stranger on one side, and stared at the people around him who kept kicking and twisting.He stood upright, his footsteps were motionless, but his hands were swinging as the other person pulled him.

The corner of Mo Wuming's mouth curled up into a sly smile, and with a firm hand, he pulled the man into his arms.If you don't like a carnival with a group of people, how about a waltz for two?

Dongfang was brought to lie on Mo Wuming's chest, and when he looked up, he saw a smile on his lips.His eyebrows and eyes are deep, and when he stares at people intently, he seems to be full of tenderness.

The footsteps swayed unconsciously with him, and the arm wrapped around his waist could feel the scorching heat through the thick cloth.The most intimate thing has been done hundreds of times, so hugging each other and dancing slowly, it is inexplicably embarrassing.

His hand was drawn and rested on the man's shoulder, with a smile in his eyes, full of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.They shook out of the crowd, the cool wind blew past the ears, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the tender romance was quietly staged between the lovers.

Their night really came.

The author has something to say:

Come back after dinner, I really want to smoke myself who didn’t code in my spare time yesterday~

Dongfang Lengyan: pumping, speed.

Mo Wuming chuckled: My daughter-in-law is right!

Innocent Pigeon: ... help

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