The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

"Qinghan, Qinghan, Shen Qinghan."

Mo Nanfeng chased all the way from the inside of the city to the outside of the city. Shen Qinghan's lightness kung fu was extremely high. He chased for more than a dozen miles before he managed to see a light blue figure.

"I, I, what did you say you saw me running?" Panting and almost passing by without a breath, Mo Nanfeng reached out and grabbed Shen Qinghan's cuff, and brute force grabbed his walking arm. pace.

"I think you are ashamed."

"I'm ashamed?" Mo Nanfeng turned around and rolled in front of Shen Qinghan, he stretched out his arms to stop him, "That little girl auctioned you off like a pig or puppy in public, I'm I'm venting my anger on you."

"I think what people say is good."

"Not bad? Which sentence is good?"

"It's not bad to say that you have a dictatorship and a corrupt style of thinking that you can cover the sky with one hand."

"Nonsense, I'm a person in the world, what kind of political power do I have? What kind of corruption? That little girl doesn't study hard, and she keeps talking nonsense, but why are you like this?"

"Let me ask you, why did the master ask us to go down the mountain this time?"

"Go to Poshui Village to get a treasure."

"Then do you think that the people from the Shui family in Poshuizhuang will give you this thing?"

"Why not give it? I came here at the order of my teacher. Could it be that they have a personal grudge and can't give me this thing?"

"If it were me, I would definitely not give it to you. Even if I did, I would have to make things difficult before letting go."

"Qinghan, why are you like this?" Mo Nanfeng yelled sadly, as if Shen Qinghan really held something in his hand and didn't want to give it to him, "Besides, I released the news 800 years ago Now, anyone who dares to bully Shen Qinghan is bullying me. The little girl of the Shui family obviously doesn't take my words seriously. If I really let her go today, then tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will always be a steady stream of such things. People from the past show up again, and then all of them come forward to challenge my sincerity towards you."

"idiot."

The more Mo Nanfeng said, the closer his head was to Shen Qinghan. Shen Qinghan stretched out two fingers to touch his forehead, and then pushed it away.

Shen Qinghan is a person who doesn't want to talk too much, and it's a joy to kill with a knife in his hand, but he happened to meet Mo Nanfeng, who has been pestering him for ten years, and used to say bad things to drive away this follower However, in the most serious time, Shen Qinghan directly scolded such vicious comments as, 'You are not worthy of me'.

But Mo Nanfeng never gave up. Even a thick-skinned boy could use it to paste the wall, but when the teenager was accused by his sweetheart who had amazed him all his life at a glance, My heart will always be uncomfortable.

That night when Shen Qinghan was practicing swords at night, he was hungry, so he wanted to go to the back kitchen to find a piece of steamed buns to eat. That's when he saw Mo Nanfeng crying bitterly in a pile of straw.

He is obviously an extremely proud young man, he is obviously the eldest son of the Mo family, a big family in Mobei, and he is obviously supposed to live a life full of stars and wind and rain since he was a child, and Shen Qinghan is willing to come to the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains all the year round just for him, Practice swords with him, help him stand out, and let him vent his anger.

No matter how uncomfortable he was, as long as Shen Qinghan smiled, Mo Nanfeng felt that everything was worth it.

A ball of clear snow has been indifferent for ten years, and a ball of fire has also been burning for ten years.

Mo Nanfeng really liked Shen Qinghan, the kind he loved from the bottom of his heart.

I was originally ordered by my teacher to come to Poshui Village in Qingshuang City to pick up things, who knows what to do without even mentioning the business, the two of them walked one after the other and didn't know where they were going.

When Shui Junqing was helped into the mansion by the servants, the pent-up gas in her heart could not be relieved, and the few tears on her face were dry, but she couldn't recover for a long time, holding herself After the daze ended, he suddenly remembered to scream, and then shouted, "Goddamn Mo Nanfeng, how dare you try to chop off my aunt's long hair."

"With Mo Nanfeng's skills, it's not too much to kill you, so what's the point of cutting off your hair?"

"Father..." Shui Junqing shouted at Shui Changtian, who was sitting on the main seat, carefully wiping the sword with a silk in his hand, "What do you mean, go with Mo Nanfeng Man, is it reasonable to bully a little girl like me?"

"Mo Nanfeng let go of the rumors in Jiang Hu earlier, saying that Shen Qinghan is more important than his life, but you have to set up a ring to compete with him for this time's sovereignty. Do you think he should be angry with you? "

"Huh." Shui Jun sat back on his side lightly and puffed up, and shook his head angrily.

"But Daddy has something in his hand that can make you win back this breath."

"What?" Girls are easy to coax, and with a few casual words, they can forget all the previous unhappiness. Shui Jun lightly lit his eyes, and then looked at the sword in Shui Changtian's hand. Putting it back into the scabbard, she pointed to the sword and asked, "Could it be this sword?"

"This is the sword."

"Father, what is the origin of this sword?" Shui Jun looked carefully at the long sword that was red all over and exuded a bloody smell, "Why does it look so evil? It doesn't look like us There will be something in the village."

"This is indeed not something from Poshuizhuang, and of course, it is not something from their Kunlun Mountains."

"what is that?"

"Marquis Xiaowen of Jibei, do you know?"

"Marquis Xiaowen? Is that the evil Marquis?" Shui Yun was a little surprised, "Father, this thing can't belong to that person, right? This, this, then we hold this, isn't it very dangerous? "

"Marquis Xiaowen's power is not as powerful as it was back then. What's more, he practiced evil skills and was backlashed, and his skills are almost useless. Even if he meets you now, he may not be your opponent."

"Farewell, I don't want to meet that Lord Hou in my life." Shui Jun shuddered lightly reflexively, and then waved his hands again and again.

When the Xiaowen Hou Ying Siyin and the current Xiyin Shengshang robbed the throne, it also set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. Those who stood in line did not stand in line, making everyone feel insecure. This battle for the throne will last forever. For 14 years, the fight was a stalemate. Unexpectedly, one day, Xiaowen Hou Ying Siyin sent an imperial post, saying that he was unwell and so he voluntarily gave way to the fourth brother. Those who returned brought their wives, children and family members back to the fiefdom in northern Hebei, where they retreated for six years and have not yet left.

It is said that he is in poor health, but the rumors in the rivers and lakes are that Ying Siyin practiced evil skills privately and suffered a backlash. You must know that back then, he used a sword to block thousands of armies, and killed an iron sword stained with blood. How could the domineering Marquis with the red mark be sick if he said he was sick?

What's more, this evil master is still a master who doesn't care about men and women. He is now in his thirties, and he has to take in a few concubines and a few male favorites every year. After that, no one has seen these people again. Walked out of Hou's mansion.

"Daddy, why is this sword in Poshui Village?"

"This is something sent from the imperial capital." Shui Changtian touched the blade of the blood sword, shook his head lightly, and said, "The sword is a good sword, but it is too murderous. When Xiaowenhou left the imperial capital, The Holy Majesty asked him to keep his sword, and he has been enshrining this long sword in the ancestral halls of the former emperors since then. Who knows that three days ago, a thunderbolt suddenly struck the imperial capital, and the thunder happened to break through the roof. , broke the wooden box where the sword was placed, and the long sword rolled out, and on the night of seeing the sun again, six headless murders happened inexplicably in the imperial capital."

"Such a wicked thing?" Shui Jun shouted in fear, "Then why did you put such a wicked thing in our house?"

"It was not placed in our house, but passed by our house. The end point of this sword is Kunlun Mountain. The Holy Majesty has ordered that the sword be buried at the foot of Kunlun Mountain to seal the sword. There are many innocent souls under this sword."

"Then Mo Nanfeng and Shen Qinghan came to Poshui Village to fetch swords?"

"Yes."

"But the two of them have gone."

"They will come back, after all, this sword is no small matter."

Will be back?

Shui Junqing rolled his eyes, and immediately stretched out his hand towards Shui Changtian, "Father, give me this sword, and I will return it to them."

"Why, aren't you afraid of this evil sword now?"

"What are you afraid of? Xiao Wenhou's sick man probably killed too many people, and his body was crushed by the debts he carried. Even a sick man can't live long. What am I afraid of him doing with a sword?"

"Hmm..." Shui Changtian carefully wrapped the sword in brocade, and then handed it to his daughter, "Just make fun of it, just let it out, I still have to give this sword to them."

"Now that I know Daddy, I'll get rid of that bastard Mo Nanfeng, and by the way, invite Shen Qinghan to come to my house for a pot of wine. I won't embarrass them."

"Hmm..." Shui Changtian nodded.

When Mo Nanfeng took Shen Qinghan back to Qingshuang City and Poyun Village, the sky was already getting dark, and vendors and small shops on the street began to pack up their goods. Mo Nanfeng took the time to rush to a biscuit shop , spent two copper coins to buy a piece of pork biscuit, and then handed it to Shen Qinghan.

"Qinghan, you're hungry, let's eat biscuits."

"Not hungry." Shen Qinghan dodged his extended fingers.

"But you haven't eaten all day, how can you not be hungry."

"I don't like biscuits."

"Then I'll buy you wontons?"

"I don't like wontons."

"I don't like to eat wontons either." Mo Nanfeng scratched his head in embarrassment, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and he said, "By the way, I remembered, your favorite thing to eat is glutinous rice osmanthus cake , but Kunlun Mountain does not bloom sweet-scented osmanthus, so every August I have to sneak down the mountain to pick a few pockets of flowers for you, live flowers to make wine, and dried flowers to make cakes."

So what if he guessed it, the light in his eyes didn't even have time to flash, and then dimmed again. Mo Nanfeng said in embarrassment, "But it's only March, so there's probably no place to sell this thing."

"Find a place to rest first, and come to visit Master Shui tomorrow morning."

"Hey, Qinghan, you really don't want to eat something? What should I do if I'm hungry in the middle of the night."

"When you're hungry, get up and cook for me. What else can you do?"

"That's true." Mo Nanfeng jumped two steps forward, "Qinghan, when I just entered the city, I saw an inn, let's go there."

Although Shen Qinghan's temperament is arrogant and cold, he looks like a formidable person, but he can't know the way, he can only go back the same way if he came from the same way, and it won't work if he diverges slightly, it is precisely because of his stupid way That's why when I came to Kunlun Mountain to study as a teacher ten years ago, I ran into Mo Nanfeng who had been with me all my life in that dilapidated tea shed.

So, is this a blessing in disguise?