[Basic three] Help, wait for me

The agreed place is the old house in Kunlun.

If it wasn't for Mo Wanfeng's request, Mo Zhichen would probably never set foot in this place again in his entire life.This is the small house that Master liked to live in during his lifetime. Although the house is small, it is exquisite and exquisite, with the aftertaste of the West Lake.

In eight years, this is the first time that Mo Zhichen has returned.

The house is still exquisite and bright, without any sign of being obliterated by the wind and snow, and the courtyard and bamboo garden are also very neat. It seems that someone is often cleaning it, trying to maintain the appearance of eight years ago.

The door of the main hall was wide open, and Mo Wanfeng sat alone on a side seat.

Mo Zhichen walked to the threshold, hesitated for a moment, and stepped in anyway.Standing in front of Mo Wanfeng, he said, "I'm here."

"Sit down when you come." Mo Wanfeng pointed to the side seat and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Zhichen also sat down unceremoniously.

Mo Wanfeng said leisurely, "I've been chasing you for so long and you haven't shown up, but now you're here pretty fast."

Mo Zhichen An Ran, "Brother, you also said that you are chasing and killing, how can I let my brother bear the notoriety of brotherhood?"

"Brotherhood?" Mo Wanfeng sneered, "Second brother, what you do is even more cruel than brotherhood." He pointed to the two seats on the left and right, and asked him, "Do you remember who sat here?" people?"

Mo Zhichen didn't even need to recall, he just opened his mouth and answered, "The one on the left is the father, and the one on the right is the teacher."

After hearing this, Mo Wanfeng laughed loudly, "Well, the one on the left is the father, and the one on the right is the teacher!" After laughing, a stern look appeared, and his eyes were condensed, "Where is the father, where is the teacher?"

Mo Zhichen was silent.

Both father and teacher have gathered in Huangquan.

Father, Mo Chengsi; teacher, Ye Xueqing.

In memory, Mo Chengsi was a very conscientious and good father. Their mother passed away early, and they were all raised by their father.

At that time, Mo Youxia, who was well-known in the world, was talking about his father.

But in order to raise and teach the two young sons, the father did not remarry, but decided to retire from the world at the age of the most vigorous, and retreat to the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters beside the West Lake.

At that time, my father had a close friend named Ye Xueqing, who was a child of the Tibetan Sword Sect and later became their master.

The days of seclusion did not pass for a few years.

Because in the early years when his father traveled around the rivers and lakes, he held the sword righteously and made a lot of troubles. Finally, one day, he died on it.

He was assassinated with a reward.

After Ye Xueqing found out, he rushed from Kunlun to Hang County at high speed. The first sentence after getting off the horse was, I will avenge your father's revenge; the second sentence was, You are my son.

From then on, there were two more disciples in the Cangjian Villa, and one ranger was missing in the rivers and lakes.

Master treated them very well, even more considerate than his father. No matter how cold he was outside, whenever he came home to see them, he always had a kind smile on his face.

Their brothers also recognized that the master will be the father in the future.

But the master often runs around, in order to find the murderer who killed his father, and never gives up.

Until that rainy night that year.

In front of the gate of Hidden Sword Villa, Ye Xueqing was covered in blood, wearing a red cloak that did not belong to Hidden Sword, and fell headfirst on Mo Zhichen who was waiting for Master at the gate.Mo Zhichen circled Master's body tremblingly, and the place where his clothes joined was soaked with a large amount of blood.

After Ye Xueqing calmed down, without saying a word, he tore off his left arm and threw it on the ground, his eyes were full of anger and disgust, as if he was looking at the enemy in front of him.

Blood and rain sprayed out, splashing Mo Zhichen all over his body, and the young Mo Zhichen was so frightened that he sat on the spot, and could only call for Master one by one.

But Ye Xueqing didn't frown, thrust the Changfeng epee obliquely in front of him, and said to Mo Zhichen, "From now on, your master will die."

Mo Zhichen didn't understand what it meant, so he went up and hugged Ye Xueqing's body, begging him to stop the bleeding and bandage up.In a panic, he tore off the red cloak that wrapped Master, revealing the bruises in it.

Ye Xueqing was furious, and swept away Mo Zhichen's young body, and even confronted him with a sword, but after a while he came back to his senses, and apologized in a low voice.Then he wrapped his clothes tightly, and left with slow but firm steps, without looking back, only carrying the light sword on his body.

That light sword, Mo Zhichen remembered, was called "Xiaoyao".

It entrusted Ye Xueqing's wish to be happy in this life.

Until late at night, when Mo Wanfeng came out to look for him, he only saw Mo Zhichen crying in a pool of blood holding a Changfeng epee and a broken arm.

When Mo Wanfeng asked him.

He said, I killed, I killed.

Mo Wanfeng doesn't believe it.

He laughed again and said that in order to get the master's Changfeng epee, when he was injured, this broken arm was evidence.

At that time, Mo Wanfeng went crazy, and even cut him several times with swords, almost cutting off one of his arms.That night, Mo Zhichen escaped from the Hidden Sword Villa with blood all over his body and a Changfeng epee.

From then on, Ye Xueqing disappeared, and Mo Zhichen's notoriety gradually gained.

Both father and teacher are no longer there.

For so many years, he has been looking for the murderer who hurt the master just like his master back then.Whenever I recall that rainy night, I can always find more clues, and everything connected in series makes Mo Zhichen even more shocked and unacceptable.

As for the whole story, Mo Zhichen decided to rot in his stomach, and he would never tell anyone else, not even Mo Wanfeng.

Ye Xueqing must be as desolate as ice and snow, and must not be polluted by anything.That is their master and the last holy place in their hearts, and he will protect it to the death.

When recalling this old incident, Mo Zhichen trembled slightly, and unconsciously held the epee in his hand.

However, Mo Wanfeng admired his frightened and trembling appearance very much, and Mo Zhichen's current performance was so terrified that it seemed that someone had exposed the truth.

Pointing to the empty right seat, he said aggressively, "Mo Zhichen, tell me the truth in front of Master."

Mo Zhichen clenched his hands, and insisted on the answer that remained unchanged, "I killed it, no matter how many times I ask, I killed it."

Mo Wanfeng didn't think about it for so many years, but he was still stubborn, "Then where is Master's corpse!"

"Thrown into West Lake." Mo Zhichen said calmly, raising his head.

"You..." Mo Wanfeng slapped Mo Zhichen hard across the face without showing any mercy.

One side of his face instantly became red and swollen, and against Mo Zhichen's serious face, he looked extraordinarily funny.He raised his hand and lightly touched the swollen area, but still smiled lightly and said, "Brother, are you satisfied with the truth?"

Mo Wan raised her hand aggressively and wanted to fight again, but saw Mo Zhichen's unrepentant, stubborn appearance of hitting as soon as he wanted to, and forced his heart down, restraining his anger, and said, "Mo Zhichen, in order to get Chang Feng Epee, you actually did something to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors."

Mo Zhichen said very sincerely, "Ye Xueqing's skill is not as good as someone dying in my hands. I use his epee to avenge my father. Isn't it also fulfilling his dream?"

Mo Wanfeng was driven mad by his words, drew out his light sword and pointed it at Mo Zhichen's chest, "Master's name is also yours?!"

Mo Zhichen stood up and took a step forward, the tip of the sword sank into the lapel of his clothes, a thread of blood wrapped around the blade, and Mo Wanfeng was so shocked that he took a step back involuntarily.

Grasping the blade that deviated from the gate of life, and slowly applying force, Mo Zhichen said with a smile, "This life was originally reserved for the eldest brother, but it is a pity that the eldest brother came too late, and now it has been given to Ah Jiu on credit."

After finishing speaking, he snatched the light sword in his hand with lightning speed and threw it to the ground.

Then she lost her momentum, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I beg you, let him live." His tone was never in a low voice.

Mo Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "...well, well, I almost forgot, you are here to intercede for your male favorite. Why, this is the begging?"

"There is no sincerity, and I don't think there is any need to save it." Mo Wanfeng said with his back.

Without hesitation, Mo Zhichen pulled out the long sword on the ground, slashed the high ponytail with the sword, and the black hair instantly shattered and fell all over his shoulders and the ground.He bundled up a bunch of haircuts and handed them to Mo Wanfeng, and said, "Is this considered sincerity?"

To cut off the hair and replace the head is a big treason.

Mo Wanfeng stared at the black hair in front of him, his eyes were protruding, and he slapped Mo Zhichen's hand and said, "You are so reluctant to bear him because of your parents!"

Mo Zhichen nodded with a smile, his shoulder-length shattered hair lingered over his ears, "My parents have passed away, and now I live for Ah Jiu."

Mo Wanfeng sat back with his sleeves on his back, the wooden armrest he was pinching cracked, and he said after a long time, "I still don't want to save you, so what about you."

"If it's not enough, there's nothing wrong with asking me to kneel down and beg you." Mo Zhichen said, throwing his hand and breaking his hair.

Mo Wanfeng didn't believe that his proud younger brother could condescend to him, so he curled his lips into a sneer, "Okay, then you can kneel."

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhichen didn't say a word, and he was about to kneel as soon as he threw off his clothes, without even frowning.His knees were only half bent, and Mo Wanfeng raised his foot and kicked fiercely, and kicked hard at the abdomen. In his true anger, he threw Mo Zhichen directly, and smashed his back against the door panel.

The door panel shattered and collapsed, burying Mo Zhichen underneath.

"Kneel up to heaven and earth, kneel down to the king, now you kneel down to me for a male favorite. Mo Zhichen, what about your dignity!" Mo Wanfeng growled.

The door panel slammed, and Mo Zhichen bent over and crawled out from under it. Naihe's foot was really cruel, and it was very difficult to even stand up, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked up. Looking at the irritated Mo Wanfeng, he smiled happily, "I kneel if I want to, don't care what dignity is?"

Mo Wanfeng couldn't say a word because of his bohemian style, he just sighed "Okay, okay..." After a long while, he laughed like weeping, and said, "Master accepted an apprentice like you, he is really blind Blind!"

"Since you have cut off your hair to act as the head, then there should be no such person as Mo Zhichen in the world." Mo Wanfeng's voice suddenly became gloomy, with a strong murderous aura.

Mo Zhichen knew that his elder brother was completely disappointed in him, so he calmed down, stood up with trembling legs, and still smiled without any scruples, "I will do my best to cooperate with you if you want to clear the sect, but don't forget Promise me."

"Isn't it the antidote? Here you are." Mo Zhichen sneered, took out two vials, one red and one yellow, and threw them to him, "The red one is his, and the yellow one is yours."

Mo Zhichen had no doubts, put the red bottle into his sleeve, weighed the yellow vial and said with a smile, "What is this?"

"Poison." Mo Wanfeng said concisely.

Mo Zhichen nodded thoughtfully, "The kind that sees blood seal the throat?"

Mo Wanfeng swept away the sawdust stained on his clothes, leaned back on his seat, twirled the blood-red jade finger on his thumb, and said in a drawn-out tone, "The slow and long flow of water is in line with your status as a Mo evil person, so you can go back." Say goodbye to your little boy pet."

Mo Zhichen tossed the vial indifferently, and said with a leisurely smile, "Brother is still considerate."

He caught the vial with one hand, pried off the small cap on the top, and was about to pour it into his mouth when he lifted it.

"Wait." An urgent voice interrupted him.

Mo Zhichen pursed his lips, still a little impatient, and instead laughed at him, "Brother doesn't want to part with me, does he?"

"Let me ask you one last time, did you kill Master?" Mo Wanfeng's tone softened a little, and there was a little concern in his eyes, "As long as you say no, no matter what you explain, I will believe it."

"Yes." Mo Zhichen answered decisively, staring directly at Mo Wanfeng with burning eyes, without a trace of dodge in his heart.

Mo Wanfeng's eyes darkened, and he looked at him as he did when he was a child, a little caring and a little worried.

In the end, Mo Wanfeng was indeed still his biological elder brother, even though he was full of blood, he couldn't cut off the chain of blood.

It's a pity that Mo Zhichen is no longer the well-behaved boy he was back then, he is a ruthless man who rolled over in the Valley of the Wicked, since Mo Wanfeng is full of benevolence and righteousness, then let him make this decision.

Mo Zhichen lightly shook the vial and said, "Brother, you don't have to worry about brotherhood anymore. I forced your brother to end up like this. When you get out of here later, you should hold your head high and tell the world that you have been eliminated for Jianghu." The scourge of Mo Zhichen."

At the end, he added, "This is thanks to the eldest brother." Then the poison touched his lips, and he drank it up.

"Zhichen!" Mo Wanfeng snatched it in one step, but he didn't catch the last drop of medicine falling on the tip of his tongue.

Mo Zhichen licked his lips, felt that the taste was pretty good, without the hard work imagined, threw the empty bottle back into Mo Wanfeng's hand, and said with a smile, "Brother still calls me by my name like a child, I'm very happy."

Mo Wanfeng's face became more and more serious, and he shattered the porcelain bottle with a slap.

Mo Zhichen carefully cleaned up the dirt and debris on his body, smoothed his collar, and was about to flick his big ponytail, only to realize that there was only broken hair.Dai will go back to see Nan Jiu, his hair suddenly turned like this, I wonder if it will scare him.

So he raised his hand to touch it back and forth, turned to Mo Wanfeng and asked, "Brother, my hair doesn't look bad, does it?" The tone was as flat as asking "Is my clothes looking good today?".

The fragments of porcelain in his hand were tightly stuck into Mo Wanfeng's palm, he asked with a sullen face, "Is it worth it to you?"

eight years.

Master's death haunted his heart for eight years, but his childhood friendship with Mo Zhichen also bothered him for eight years.To be honest, if Mo Zhichen hadn't insisted on it, he would never believe that his well-behaved brother would do such a thing.

For so many years, he has sent various killers and used various methods, but they never returned, and he failed to taste any sweetness from Mo Zhichen.

Over the years, Mo Wanfeng knew that he couldn't die, and he wouldn't die in his own hands so easily, and almost always regarded assassinating Mo Zhichen as a daily routine, looking for trouble with him when he had nothing to do.

But now, he came to die so easily, and he did so with confidence, which made him unacceptable.

"Are you worth it!" Mo Wanfeng asked angrily again, the shards pierced into the palm of his hand had already scratched the skin.

Mo Zhichen looked at him calmly, lowered his head and smiled, and said, "It's worth it."

Mo Wanfeng was speechless.

After tidying up his appearance, Mo Zhichen said "Take care", and walked out, leaving Mo Wanfeng still with a dignified back.

After walking two steps, he suddenly stopped and asked, "How long will this poison take?"

Mo Wanfeng stared at him and said, "Three months."

"Oh." Mo Zhichen nodded without asking any more questions.

His back gradually turned into a black spot and disappeared at the end of the sky.

Mo Wanfeng stood in front of the hall, laughing in a low voice, the laughter became louder and more sad, and finally knelt down in front of the hall with a bang, and kowtowed three times to the two empty seats above.

"Father, master, today I cleared up the evil obstacles for the master, you are the spirits in heaven, please forgive me, my unworthy descendant."

Kneeling on the floor, he didn't raise his head for a long time, and he shrugged his shoulders whether he was laughing or crying.