It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Fireworks are in March, and the grass is sprouting. They are ready to go all the way south and start again.

This was Mo Wuming's decision, and Dongfang had no opinion on where to go.He will only point out the actual road conditions when he proposes a vision.

For example, he wants to go down the river, but there is a boat but no water, so it is difficult to achieve.

Mo Wuming looked around the small courtyard where he had lived for several months. The originally simple and empty place was filled with a little bit of purchased things.Mo Qing was facing a yard of items that were not loaded into the carriage, scratching his face in distress, but he couldn't fit them.

"Bring some small special items, and others can be sold or kept with the owner of the house." He said to Mo Qing, who was in trouble, that non-essential items should be discarded.

Dongfang Chen hadn't returned from practice, and the yard was busy.Things are scattered and messy.Mo Wuming rolled up his sleeves and was tidying up their bedroom when the sudden wind blew his thick outer clothes.

Even though he was used to the elusiveness of the East, he was still a little dazed.

"But what happened?" With such a serious expression?

He put down the burden in his hand, led the person to a tidy place, and looked at it carefully.While secretly worrying, the man suddenly jumped up, and Mo Wuming hugged him quickly with quick eyes and hands.

The person in his arms was full of excitement, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of flamboyance, and his whole body was full of youthful and promising vigor.He was so infected that he laughed, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Dongfang's thin legs were wrapped around his waist, and he turned the person who was sliding upwards, and raised his head and asked, "Why are you so happy? What happened to you?"

The man who smiled flamboyantly hugged his neck with bright eyes.

Dongfang raised his hand and stretched it out in front of his eyes, with a smile on his face: "Look!"

He was still at a loss as to what slipped past his eyes.Before he could open his mouth to inquire, a sharp shout suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Just as Jialiu walked to the door of the main room, he felt a warmth on his face.He raised his hand to touch it, and there was a little blood on his finger, and a light mark was slipped silently on his face.

Looking sideways, a steel needle on the big pillar behind him was shining brightly and flooded by the sun.He groaned like a sheep epileptic: "Hall Master, your kung fu has made great progress again, congratulations to Hall Master for your great achievement."

The admiration in his eyes is even more fanatical than breaking through the bottleneck.

At this moment, the hall master's movement is like a spring breeze, silent but infinite in strength, it is the highest state of the unity of human and sword.Flying flowers and picking leaves, body skills are unified, even if there is no needle or sword, itself is the most powerful weapon.

That is, why do you use him to show off your skills every time, he is such an innocent and pitiful~

When Mo Wuming heard the congratulations outside the door, his pupils shrank suddenly and his throat felt a little dry.He wanted to drink water in surprise, and stared at the east in a daze, speechless for a while.

"I have broken through the third stage, and the magic skill has been accomplished." Mo Wuming seemed unhappy, the smile was still on the corners of Dongfang's mouth, and the look in his eyes gradually faded.

The sharing of the great achievements was straightforward, he lowered his head and pecked at the person in front of him, and said lightly, "Are you unhappy?"

Mo Wuming turned the person upside down again, moved two steps and sat on the edge of the bed.He adjusted his energy-saving and comfortable posture, hugged him in his arms, and smiled gently: "Happy, happy for you. Your martial arts are already very good, I really don't know how much better you can do?"

He lightly rubbed against this person's cheek, with helplessness in his intimacy: "Stay for a few more days, how about you consolidate it, eh?"

"Okay, but I want to celebrate first." The person Dongfang wants to share the joy most is him, but Mo Wuming is really confused about martial arts.He couldn't comprehend the joy of floating in the sky at the moment when he was successful.The surging power in the body is like holding the heaven and the earth, everything is a dog, and one person can drive it.

But he doesn't mind, he still loves him the most.A man in the east pressed the man down on the bed, turned his left hand over, and stabbed the screaming man outside the door with a steel needle.

Jialiu's scalp tightened, and he tilted his head, the steel needle passed by his throat.He opened his mouth, his face full of grievances, and he left in despair.He wants someone to comfort him, why is he always the one who gets hurt? !

There was no sound outside the door, and the two people in the room looked at each other, silently.Mo Wuming struggled tentatively with his arms, unable to move. He stared at Dongfang above, and slid his throat with difficulty.

He had been worried that Dongfang would be influenced by the Sunflower Book and his personality would become distorted.But who can tell him what is going on now?This person still wants to celebrate, how, how to celebrate?

His wrist was tightly held above his head by a hand, and the man fiddled with the front of his chest.Sensitive points on his body were touched, and the heat surged up layer by layer. Scarlet eyes appeared in his eyes, but he still couldn't understand it.

Dongfang smiled wantonly, all the desires of the people in front of him were given by him, and this feeling made him swell.He untied the silk sash around his waist and tied a beautiful knot around his wrist.He leaned down and whispered: "I'm here this time, it's a punishment that you and I don't feel the same way."

'Fuck', Mo Wuming opened his eyes, staring at the person in front of him, unwilling to look away.Jiumei Yaohu is not as tempting as this person, he gripped the knotted rope that could be pulled apart as soon as he pulled it, and gritted his teeth to endure.

Breathing easy, he licked the corners of his mouth to quench his thirst.I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, the sky is very bright, let's celebrate slowly...

-

Mo Wuming's worry is not unreasonable, the further development of the Sunflower Book has indeed had a great impact on the East.

only,

Presumably the side he was worried about would not appear.

Not only did the East not have the forbearance and repression of feudal women, but it also acted more freely.Xu Shi's miraculous achievement has given him solid confidence, and everything is not enough to catch the eye.

He likes beautiful and bright things, and he loves all kinds of bright clothes, but women's clothes are more colorful.

Mo Wuming glanced at the lazily lying person in the carriage. This person tried to seduce him by wearing women's clothing for the first time, and found that the result was good, so he began to dress recklessly.Fortunately, he managed to make this person aware of his poor makeup skills, allowing that face to breathe freely.

At this time, he was wearing a double-breasted skirt with red makeup and flowers, pink face and peach cheeks, flowers in gold between his eyebrows, and his skin was as white as porcelain.The beauty is extremely beautiful, indistinguishable between male and female, heroic and unparalleled in beauty.

but--

His eyelashes drooped to cover the complicated eyes, and he secretly sighed.He was always worried that this person would step into the book.

"What are you thinking about?" Dongfang threw away the travel notes in his hand and half sat up.As the weather got hotter, the clothes became thinner, revealing a white patch between the collarbones.

Mo Wuming subconsciously stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes, his collarbone was buried under the shirt, and he stopped.

What was he thinking about?Thinking about how you will not lose yourself, thinking about how you can completely get rid of the shadows in the book, thinking about you not being paranoid, and being happy all the time...

He lowered his eyes and decided to take him away from the rivers and lakes, let the natural scenery cleanse his soul, and stick to his true self.

He always feels that there is nothing more edifying than the grandeur of the world, the uncanny workmanship of nature, and its magnificence.With a broad horizon, he will be open-minded, and nothing in the world can trap him.

"Cover in spring and freeze in autumn, don't be greedy for coolness..." For Mo Wuming, health preservation is an eternal focus.But before he finished speaking, the expression of the person in front of him suddenly became serious, and an embroidery needle was shot at the tall tree beside him through the gap in the curtain of the carriage.

Mo Wuming lifted the curtain of the car, Chen Mo and Xiao Liu were already pressing down on a half-grown boy, making him kneel and crawl in front of the car.

The boy's cheeks were thin and his brocade clothes were wrinkled.Being pinned down on the ground, he was still struggling, with jealousy and resentment in his eyes.

"Why ambushed our carriage?" Mo Wuming asked gently.This young man should be a young master from a rich family, why is he so down and out?

The boy growled and struggled desperately, but did not speak.

"Let him up."

Chen Mo nodded and let go of the restraint. This young man is not in great danger.However, as soon as he let go, the man immediately turned around and stabbed at Chen Mo who was retreating.

Lin Pingzhi used his family-inspired swordsmanship, opened a flaw in the opponent, and rushed towards the dense forest with all his strength, intending to escape.

However, after only running three meters away, he suddenly stopped and fell down.The acupoints were tapped by someone in the air, and he couldn't move at all.

His family was destroyed overnight, and he was teased and humiliated by Mu Gaofeng.It's rare to meet Yue Buqun, who is known as the gentleman with swords in Huashan. He never thought that the head of a sect who is famous for justice and whose sword comes out of no name, would not want to punish that old and hunchback villain Mu Gaofeng.

Mu Gaofeng claims to be his master, this is his personal grievance.If he is willing to join the Huashan School, he can learn martial arts and avenge himself, his parents, and the Fuwei Escort.

It was difficult to escape the palm of that tuozi. He had no car and no money, and was hunted down by people, and he was hungry and cold all the way.I wanted to rob a wealthy businessman to tide over the difficulties temporarily, but I didn't want to fall into such a situation.

He was disheartened at the moment, and the tears finally burst.Fu was lifted and thrown in front of the carriage.

Mo Wuming frowned, the young man seemed to have something to hide.There is no loss, and he is unwilling to say anything, so why bother to make things difficult for each other.

That being the case, don't let it go.He waved his hand to signal for the release, turned around and walked back to the carriage.

But he didn't want the car curtain to open, and a red dress flashed out.Mo Wuming turned around and saw Dongfang, kicking him back and forth like a football.

Lin Pingzhi was so angry that he wanted to kill and cut him to his heart's content. After 18 years, he was still a hero. How could he humiliate others like this?

The pain in his body, he couldn't move or speak anyway, and he was not enduring it.However, "Oh, it hurts so much" blurted out, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose.

Is this person trying to relieve him?He turned over and stood still, clenched his hands into fists, standing on guard.

Dongfang didn't pay attention to his tricks, he was somewhat interested in the swordsmanship he used.It's somewhat similar to his Sunflower Collection, of course it's far worse than the Sunflower Collection, but it's just like a cat and a tiger, with green fur.

But, "I am willing to accept you as an apprentice and teach you exercises."

Lin Pingzhi stared at him suspiciously, probably not another person coveting his family's sword technique.But the man looked cold and domineering, and his martial arts were definitely much higher than Mu Gaofeng, so he might be able to use him to get rid of that guy first.

Thinking of this, he puffed out his chest, pretending to be proud and said: "Yes, but... ah!"

He clutched his chest and lay prone on the ground, but was swept to the side of the road by a palm.He was coughing with his head down, and a casual voice came to his ears: "Forget it, I'm not interested."

Lin Pingzhi raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with surprise.Now that he was flustered, he ignored the blood on the corner of his mouth and climbed to the front of the carriage, intending to stop the man from getting into the carriage.In a panic, he said, "Master, Master, this disciple is dull and arrogant, please forgive me, Master, and give this disciple another chance."

He stared blankly at the man, clenched his hands into fists.He is really desperate, in such a situation, it is really difficult for him to go to Huashan.

Even if he goes there, when will he be able to learn something?Yue Buqun's martial arts were not much better than Mu Gaofeng's. Even if he learned the Huashan Sword Art, how could he destroy the Qingcheng faction and kill Yu Canghai to avenge his parents?

This man may be his greatest hope!

Mo Wuming was really surprised, he never thought that Dongfang would have the idea of ​​accepting disciples.He approached and asked softly, "Is the child in good health?"

Dongfang hesitated, but it was okay, so he nodded: "Well, it's better than others."

"If you want to take it, bring it first." The boy's eyebrows were serious, and he didn't know his character.

Dongfang shook his head, then moved forward again, just on a whim.

"Master, please..." The young man behind him murmured to himself, like a dying cub, feeling pity for him.

Mo Wuming sighed, he glanced at Dongfang, and signaled to Chen Mo: "Put it on first, wash and bandage it."

The young man sat obediently in the small corner of the carriage entrance, while answering Mo Wuming's question, he secretly looked at the lazily closed-eyed man.

"My name is Lin Yan. Both my parents and their nursing home were intercepted and killed by bandits. I was the only one who narrowly escaped death. I wanted to go to Luoyang to seek refuge with my grandparents. I had no money and no food. I was really hungry, so I made this decision."

At this point, I immediately cupped my fists and bowed: "Thank you benefactor for saving me from the fire and water. Dare to ask the names of the young master and the master?"

"Hmph," Dongfang snorted disdainfully, "Who allows you to call me that?"

Lin Pingzhi felt anxious when he heard a cold snort that didn't mean anything. Could it be that these people knew that he had lied?Probably not, he didn't reveal anything.Suppressing the fear in his heart, he cautiously said, "Then, what's the name of that kid?"

"Call him the leader." Seeing Dongfang leaning against the wall of the car, Mo Wuming ignored him, so he spoke out.

After a little understanding, he asked Chen Mo to stop the carriage, and the young man turned to sit in the carriage behind.He said casually: "Let Mo Qing take care of it."

A group of five people became a group of six people, and their plan of traveling around the world did not change.Compared with the youth's misfortune, Mo Wuming cares more about Dongfang's heart.

Time flies, they have experienced the turbulent waves crashing on the shore, the lonely smoke in the desert, the cloud top grassland, the flying flow of hundreds of feet, the forest sea and snow field...

Tired, he stopped at the quiet and comfortable Mo Zhuang in Minglan City.

Another spring day, peach blossoms bloomed in the martial arts training ground in the backyard of Mo Zhuang.

Dongfang was wearing a blue woven floral narrow-sleeved riding jacket, and his red whip was rustling.The figure is chic, graceful and frightened, like a swimming dragon.Peach blossom petals are flying one after another, adding a touch of softness and romance to it.

Mo Wuming sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, leaning on his chin and staring at it with a smile.Seeing him stop, he walked forward, but was pushed towards the flower tree by the man.

Dongfang's eyes were deep, and his voice was lowered: "I know what you want to do?"

As soon as the words fell, his lips pressed down, and he closed his eyes and turned to grind.

Mo Wuming's lips squirmed, covering the man's red lips, with a helpless expression.He really didn't think so, but it was a good idea.

Dongfang was extraordinarily enthusiastic today, and Mo Wuming once paid attention to his body, and he was more measured on weekdays.But today, he wanted to stop several times, this man tempted him to change his posture, a posture that was bound to squeeze him dry.

When the shower finally stopped, he held someone in his arms and patted his back, calm and gentle.

"Shall we go back to Blackwood Cliff?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and Mo Wuming's patted hand paused.He looked down, Dongfang closed his eyes and lay on his chest, showing half of his face white and pink.

It has been noticed for a long time that even though this person likes beautiful and gorgeous women's clothing and make-up, he is still a hero who wants to dominate the world.

After a long silence, he raised his head and sighed softly, his voice was hoarse and unintelligible: "How long do you want to stay, do you want to be the leader forever, and want to dominate the world?"

Feeling the stiff body in his arms, he tightened his arms and rubbed the top of his soft hair: "When are you going to leave?"

Dongfang couldn't help but panic when he heard his sigh, and froze.After hearing his inquiry, he remained silent.

He really wants to unify the world. There has been a lot of turmoil in the martial arts recently, and various factions are constantly moving. He wants to go back to sit in charge.He likes the lofty ambition of raising his arms and shouting loudly. He often thinks that when he first achieves his magic skills, if he is in the teaching, there will be mountains and tsunami, and everyone will congratulate him.

Although he was happy when traveling with Mo Wuming, he would secretly go up to challenge when he passed by various sects.But there is always a corner missing.

The rivers and lakes are where he has always been and yearned for, and Mo Wuming is where he believes he should belong.They can also live together on Heimuya, he is still leisurely and free.He didn't understand why Wuming rejected Jianghu and Heimuya so much?

He raised his head and stared at Mo Wuming, his eyes were moist and crystal clear.His lips squirmed, with unconscious sharpness and grievance: "You don't want to live in Heimuya, you want to separate from me?"

Mo Wuming's face was expressionless, and his eyes staring at Dongfang were inexplicably heavy.He kissed that person's eyelids. This person has a lot of money in his chest and has constant beliefs. Even if he stays, he will always be depressed.

He is confident that as long as he asks, Dongfang will stay.However, after all, it was contrary to his own will. Isn't his caring for so long just to protect his heart?Let him do what he wants, don't have to compromise for anyone, lose himself, and end in misery.

Finally made up his mind, Mo Wuming said lightly: "Before you conquer the rivers and lakes, I want to tell you a secret."

He told Dongfang that he came from another world, and that an old man named Jin wrote a book called "Swordsman".He told him that the story begins with the extermination case of the Fuwei Escort, and the protagonist of that book is Linghu Chong, who became the head of the Hengshan School from the first disciple of Huashan, and met and fell in love with Ren Yingying.

That person, together with Xiang Wentian, Ren Yingying and Ren Woxing, sneaked into the Blackwood Cliff to fight against "Eastern Invincible", and "Eastern Invincible" died tragically on the cliff because of the burden of his loved ones...

There are many conspiracies in the famous decent sect, and the Five Sacred Sect is an ambitious conspiracy...

Dongfang has always felt that Mo Wuming was not from the Ming Dynasty. He once thought that this person was transformed by a mountain spirit, and he never thought that his origin was so bizarre.

But compared to the conspiracy and calculations of those hypocrites, he was more curious about one thing: "Is the person I love you? You think you dragged me down and died..."

"No, you're not him." Mo Wuming immediately interrupted Dongfang, he never felt that the paper figurine in that book was his Dongfang.It's different, such a lively person, such a person he loves so much, is completely different from the person in that book.Even if they share a similar fate trajectory initially, it's not the same after all, isn't it?

"The person he loves is not me, but a villain named Yang."

Dongfang was surprised, "It's Yang Lianting?"

People who leave always have to say goodbye, and it was only half a month since that day, Dongfang finally chose to leave.Mo Wuming finally hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Remember what I told you, cherish it."

Mo Wuming didn't go to see him off, he stood in their common bedroom and looked into the distance.Three riders and three people, the horseshoes are galloping, leaving a dust on the ground.

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Ah, sorry for rolling around, I really can't finish this chapter, I'll make a patch tomorrow.Make up the final chapter~~