Guide to raising male gods [Comprehensive + Sword III]

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When Mo Yu and Mao Mao were wandering in Chang'an, they met a girl.

It was raining lightly that day, and the thin raindrops fluttered down from the sky, so light and weightless, just like himself.

Mo Yu was wearing clothes from who knows how long ago, he vaguely remembered that they were picked up from the pile of dead people in the mass grave, and brought to the river for a good scrubbing, but it always felt a little smelly.

But there was no way, the clothes that wandered from Daoxiang Village were worn by children, and Mao Mao was too small to wear them, so he couldn't help it.

Eating dirty and smelly food that others don't want, wearing clothes taken off from dead people, coping with endless pursuit, and living in a daze.

If you don't do it, you will die.

There was Maomao crying in his ears, he was no longer a child, although he still cried when he grew up, but he seldom cried like this until he almost vomited out his heart and lungs.

Mo Yu was at a loss for a moment.

Did someone bully him?Mo Yu thought to herself, why did she cry so hard.

Thinking about it, his pupils slowly turned red, Mao Mao, who he had protected for so long, would die if he moved it.

This cry made him faintly awake, Mo Yu sat up halfway propped up against the corner of the wall, his handsome and sharp face was stunned for a moment.

The pain in his leg reminded him, he forced himself to half sit up, the cold rain dripped from the eaves onto his face, and he suddenly remembered what was going on.

He and Mao Mao had nowhere to go.

Three days ago, the two managed to escape another wave of pursuit, but his leg was also broken, and the two of them hid in a hole in the wall of Chang'an, without food or money to see a doctor. Depressed and hopeless.

Mo Yu took a deep breath, gently rubbed Mao Mao's stiff hair, and said to him with a smile, "When I leave, you can take care of yourself." Don't cry any more.

What responded to him was Maomao's earth-shattering cries.

Mo Yu didn't care about anything in his life, only this younger brother who was always in his hands in Daoxiang Village, with a pure temperament, he couldn't let him go.

But there was nothing he could do, the cold rain and severe injuries had already made his mind dizzy, and he really wanted to tell Mao Mao that he was fine, but he couldn't summon any strength anymore.

In this desperate and almost desperate situation, Mo Yu looked up and saw the girl.

It was disciple Wanhua who often walked around in the city, holding a blue umbrella, standing at the gate of the city, looking over here from a distance, looking at two dirty little beggars.

She didn't look disgusted, she glanced this way twice, Mo Yu turned her head away and didn't want to meet her eyes, but she didn't expect her to walk over by herself.

Mao Mao also saw her, and didn't understand what she wanted to do, but she couldn't help but have a little hope in her eyes, and called out: "Sister?"

She nodded, and gently stroked Mao Mao's hair, impartially, and placed it where he had rubbed it just now. Mo Yu's eyes drifted there for some reason, and she was a little dazed.

At the moment when he was in a daze, she had already handed Mao Mao the umbrella, and then hugged herself on the ground with a very gentle force.

Mo Yu didn't know if he was stunned, but he forgot to struggle all of a sudden.

My legs hurt, but I don't really want to struggle.

Later he found out that the girl's name was A Luo, she was a well-known doctor who studied under Wanhua Valley.

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Ah Luo has a very good temper. The reason why Mo Yu came to this conclusion was because Mo Yu knew that he had a bad temper. Generally, people who just met him couldn't stand him at all, and they might even think they didn't know him at all.

But Ah Luo didn't, Mo Yu had a bad temper, so she rubbed his hair with squinted eyes, so he could only do it with a stern face in the end.

This is true for reading, practicing martial arts, even when you are not allowed to get angry and help the old lady cross the road.

Mo Yuqi was crying.

However, reading is for gaining knowledge, practicing martial arts is because he has an extremely domineering curse in his body, A Luo pressures her to practice Wanhua's Li Jingyi Dao mentality, in the hope that he can calm down and live a long and healthy life.

That's probably the reason why you shouldn't get angry. Mo Yu thought about it later, and ran to Chang'an City on the spot to help eighteen old ladies cross the road.

It's just that at a later time, he felt that this set of whining and crookedness was really troublesome and a waste of time.

But it was impossible not to listen, so he thought about it, and he simply pursed his thin lips, his handsome face was serious, and he didn't show any emotion to anyone else except Ah Luo and Maomao.

This situation did not change a little until he was 15 years old.

At this time, the poisonous curse in his body was already very powerful, and he couldn't suppress it even if he changed the way from the scriptures. Ah Luo was in such a hurry that he was not only pouring medicine every day, but also pouring in his internal energy continuously.

Disciple Wanhua's delicate eyebrows and eyes could not help but be stained with fatigue.

Mo Yu watched helplessly, without saying a word.

The onset of the poisonous curse was extremely painful, and he wanted to peel off his skin and bleed dry. Mo Yu could feel the pain of teeth biting his tongue, but he didn't dare to show it at all.

The pain was unbearable, so he said that there was not enough firewood at home, and he had to go up the mountain to cut firewood, and then tortured himself insane on the mountain.

Ah Luo would soon find out that something was wrong, and Mo Yu knew it. He half-kneeled beside the clear spring in the mountain stream, looking at his own reflection in the spring water for some unknown reason.

In the shadow, there was a constant struggle between madness and calm.

Fortunately, his life was miserable, so he was favored.

When he could barely hold on, he met someone.

Dressed in white and with black hair and humming phoenix flute, she clearly has the most pure and unblemished face in the world, but the darkness like thick ink seems to be reflected in her pupils.

He only said that it was interesting, and then for the first time wanted to accept him as an apprentice. Mo Yu knew that he was not easy, and just wanted to refuse, but he heard that his mind can cure diseases.

Because of this one apprentice who happened to be many, Wang Yifeng stayed in Chang'an for more than half a year.

He wanted to leave, but Mo Yu couldn't.

③

Wang Yifeng asked Mo Yu for the last time, whether he would follow him or not. On this road, he could have endless power and could crush those who had bullied him to death.

And protect the ones you love.

What an exciting condition to protect the one he likes, for a moment, Mo Yu almost agreed.

Then he had a dream.

Long, drowsy dreams.

In the dream, there was a fire in Daoxiang Village, there were enemies with hideous faces, there was Mao Mao who fell off the cliff because of a ridiculous cheat book, and there was the cold and ruthless young master of the villain under one person.

Mao Mao in the dream persuaded him again and again, wanting him to leave the Valley of the Wicked, saying that this is not a place for him to stay, and he also refused again and again, saying that he must have strength.

With power, you can kill your enemies and protect those you want to protect.

In the dream, Mo Yu possessed extraordinary power, but standing on the Kunlun Ice Field, his body was covered with a glow of ice and snow that could not be melted away.

After waking up from the dream, Mo Yu seriously cooked a meal and brought a jug of wine.

Ah Luo was sleepy at noon and fell asleep directly on the chair, Mo Yu went up and covered her with a blanket.

Then he went up the mountain with the wine, drank all night with the master who had been with him for more than half a year, and then told him with a smile that he would not leave.

It was early morning, the birds in the woods were chirping, and there was still mist in the mountains. He didn't return all night, standing on the mountain, he could only see a corner of the house below.

Perhaps there is also the shadow of the person who came to look for him.

Mo Yu smiled and tapped on the stone table in the pavilion with his fingers, making a dull clicking sound. He looked at the silent man beside him and shook his head: "I won't go."

Power can't keep him, revenge can't keep him, and ten thousand people can't keep him.

But there is always a place to keep him.

The author has something to say:

Thank you, little angel Pei Xingzhi, for the nutrient solution of little angel Yangui, what a chirp! !

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Next time I will think about what to write, and continue to go bald, little angels!