Kokonoe

"Xiao Hei?" Mo Xuan opened his eyes wide, looking up and down at the man in front of him, oh no, he can't be called a man, he is about the same age as Mo Xuan, but his body is more robust, his complexion is darker, and his facial features don't count. Handsome but makes people feel comfortable.

"Owner."

Mo Xuan blinked, and couldn't help exclaiming: "You can change form?"

Xiao Hei was naturally very happy too: "Yes, the master has contracted a powerful monster, and I will grow up together with the master's ability."

It turned out to be like this, Mo Xuan thought to himself, thanks to Kun's blessing.

Xiao Hei was obviously very excited. You must know that for a monster like him who cultivated without any rules, it was only a good wish to transform into a shape. Fortunately, he met Mo Xuan, and he was also glad that he was able to agree to the contract with Mo Xuan.

"Since you can transform into form, you don't have to stay in the space all the time, you should get used to it outside." Mo Xuan said with a smile.He had thought before that once the monsters reached the stage of transformation, they should not be raised in the space as monsters, but get along as one of the same kind and give him freedom.

"Master, is it okay?" Xiao Hei asked cautiously.

Mo Xuan smiled deeper: "Of course."

Xiao Hei cheered and threw himself on Mo Xuan: "Master is so kind."

Mo Xuan quickly stabilized his body, and felt that the two of them should change their names.

"Xiao Hei, uh..." Mo Xuan said awkwardly, "No, let me change your name."

In the past, the name of the demon wolf's body was called Xiao Hei, which didn't make much sense. He said it casually at the beginning, but now looking at the person in front of him who was about the same size as him or even a head taller than him, Mo Xuan really couldn't open his mouth to call "Xiao Hei".

"Change your name?" Xiao Hei asked suspiciously.

"Well, like me, the surname is Mo, okay? You are my first contracted beast, how about you call it Mo Yi?" Mo Xuan asked expectantly with shining eyes.

Xiao Hei was stunned: "Mo Yi?"

Mo Xuan nodded.

"Mo Yi, alright, let's call him Mo Yi." Xiao Hei, no, Mo Yi rubbed against Mo Xuan, a little shy, but warm in his heart.

"Also, don't call me master anymore outside. Although we are in a contractual relationship, you are still free." Mo Xuan touched Mo Yi's hair with his feet, alas, his own beast is taller than himself, a bit Heart tired.

Mo Yi shortened his body so that Mo Xuan could touch him, his gray eyes flickered for a moment, and said, "Yes."

Four days later

Qingfeng arrived as promised, and came to the door with the registration book for the selection competition.

Mu Bai said: "I don't know if I can ask for another quota?"

Qingfeng smiled gently: "Master Mu is very polite, you can naturally make the decision for a small request."

Mu Bai shouted to the back: "Come out and meet Lord Qingfeng."

Mu Ya and Mo Xuan showed up together, but Mo Xuan was still dressed in women's clothes, but without the veil.

Qingfeng nodded and smiled, "This is Miss Mo?"

Everyone in Nanyu City knows that Ms. Mo from the Mu family is a peerless beauty.

Mo Xuan saluted slightly, and gave Mu Ya a look, Mu Ya explained: "My lord, I'm sorry, Xiao Xuan can't speak, if you have any questions, you can ask me."

Qingfeng just looked at Mo Xuan with a smile for a moment, but didn't have a question.

"I have no problem, everything is decided by the Patriarch. This is the register, please fill it out."

Mu Ya raised his eyebrows, Qingfeng's quiet personality made him look much more pleasing to the eye, so he picked up a pen and filled out the form.It was Mo Xuan's turn, and Mo Xuan paused for a moment before softly writing down the word "Mo Xuan". In the territory, Mo Xuan looked up at Qingfeng's constant smile, without thinking much, or Due to inner temptation, the "Spirit Mountain" was filled.

"Lingshan is a good place," Qingfeng put away the brochure and said with a smile, "Nurture people."

Mo Xuan was noncommittal, with a faint smile still on his face.

Mo Xuan heaved a sigh of relief after Qingfeng was sent away.

Mu Ya was puzzled and said, "Why did you write about Lingshan?"

Mo Xuan shook his head: "He's just asking me, it's my fault if I didn't write the truth."

Mu Ya still didn't understand, and Mo Xuan didn't explain, what Qingfeng said just now seemed to be implying something, did he see his disguise?Or something else?

I couldn't figure it out for a moment, since the man had already gone back, it seemed that there would be no problem for the time being.

Mu Bai said: "Two days later, the temple will send someone to pick you up to the central island, are you ready?"

This trip is dangerous, Mo Xuan knows it, but Mu Ya is very firm: "Uncle, don't worry, I am no longer a child."

If this is the only way to go for Beiming and Hongyang, no matter what is waiting in the road ahead, whether it is a trap or a flower, you must go forward bravely.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Mu Bai slowly caressed his two legs, with a lonely look on his face: "If uncle is not disabled..."

"Uncle!" Mu Ya said angrily, "You are not allowed to say that again. Anyway, this is my decision. Whether you succeed or fail, you don't have to blame yourself, but if you really lose."

Mu Bai said softly: "It's okay, my uncle is not someone who can't afford to lose, no matter what happens to the Mu family, it won't be worse than it is now."

Yes, after all, there are only these two people left.

Mo Xuan's nose was sour, and he turned his head away.

Fen Tian moved slightly, Mo Xuan sniffed and quickly called out Hong Yang.

Hong Yang looked at the two Mu Ya who were hugging each other, and said, "Can you give Patriarch Mu and me some alone time."

Mo Xuan suppressed the doubts in his heart, nodded, and pulled Mu Ya out of the room.

Mu Ya was still suffering, being dragged away by Mo Xuan, she turned her head subconsciously, the red dress was aloof and flimsy, Mu Bai was sitting in the wheelchair with her lips tightly pursed and her head tilted, holding back her words.

"What are you and uncle talking about?" Mu Ya asked with a sob.

Mo Xuan walked on by himself: "Stop talking about adults' affairs, children."

Mu Ya: "..." Aren't you a child too? !

in the room

"Why did you refuse my help?" Hong Yang asked coldly.

Mu Bai didn't answer, but unconsciously clenched the wheelchair with both hands.

Hong Yang sighed: "I will go to the central island with Mo Xuan, I hope to see you stand up before then."

"My lord, why are you obsessed with such trivial matters?" Mu Bai turned his head and asked hoarsely.

Hong Yang stood still in the air, why?He didn't know, but it was just for the Mu family to have someone in charge?Even he himself refused to admit this reason, but the strange thing is that he can't say other reasons, just like when he saw Mu Bai in the wheelchair for the first time, he would feel a little distressed, familiar and strange at the same time.

It's ridiculous, in the thousands of years of solitary life, Hong Yang never knew what to love?His former subordinates described him like this: I don't know how to feel warm and cold, withdrawn and indifferent.

Even Cang Ming, the only friend who can chat with each other, is because the two are too similar, perhaps because of their strength, or because of their loneliness.

As for Mu Bai, it was like an accident. As the uncle of Mo Xuan's friend and the guardian of Beiming Nanyu, he could be said to be Hong Yang's subordinate, but the feeling was so different.

It took Hong Yang a lot of genius to sort out his thoughts. In order to appease his confusion, he asked to treat Mu Bai's legs, but unexpectedly, Mu Bai refused.

"Don't you want to stand up?" Hong Yang was puzzled, for the first time there were signs of confusion on his normally indifferent face.

Mu Bai lowered his head: "Yes, I don't want to."

Hong Yang was speechless for a while, and the two confronted each other like this for a long time, Hong Yang finally spoke first: "Think about it again, before we leave."

Mu Bai didn't say a word, he raised his head, his eyes were burning, he looked greedily at the swaying back of the red dress, even every strand of white hair, and all the outlines of that person.

"I won't give you a chance," Mu Bai said to himself, with a low voice: "This way we will never be even."

Hong Yang was gone, and Mu Bai was sitting in the middle of the room, groping his unconscious legs back and forth with his hands, but the corner of his mouth was smiling, smiling, then he slowly closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

But when the day came, Mu Bai didn't let go.

Hong Yang is not an overly demanding person, even if someone rejects him repeatedly for the first time.Before leaving, the man turned his head and said, "My promise will always be valid." He was talking about leg treatment, of course.

Mu Bai didn't say a word, Mu Ya and Mo Xuan had already packed up their things and called outside the door, he pushed the wheelchair forward slowly: "My answer will not change either."

The carriage that came to meet him was simple in appearance, but everything in the carriage was complete, Mu Ya said, "The appearance is different from the inside."

Mo Xuan laughed: "Is this how the word is used?"

Mu Ya shrugged and said: "Almost, anyway, I can't say anything good."

Mu Bai looked at the following subordinates of the temple, and said worriedly: "Do you want my uncle to bring you a few more people?"

Mu Ya waved his hand, not caring: "No need, too many people will be burdensome."

Mo Xuan also said: "It is enough to have Mo Yi."

Mo Yi followed as an attendant of the Mu family, and nodded slightly to Mu Bai after listening to Mo Xuan's words.

What Mu Bai was afraid of was not the people of the temple, but other families who were under the influence, and it was difficult to speak out directly, so he frowned and looked at Mu Ya for a long time before saying: "Be careful in everything."

Mu Ya smiled and nodded in response.

The coachman leaned over and said to Mu Bai, "Patriarch Mu, it's time to leave."

Mu Bai closed his eyes as a response.

Mu Ya raised the curtain and looked at Mu Bai: "Uncle, please be good at home."

Mu Bai gave him an annoyed look: "It's not big or small." But he felt lighter in his heart.

The carriage moved forward steadily, and slowly walked away, leaving behind the wooden and white wheelchair alone.

Mu Bai slowly lowered his head until he could not see anyone, wanting someone to push him back, and in the next second, his hands landed on the back of the chair.

"Patriarch, go back."

Mu Bai turned his head slightly, the hands on the back of the chair were wearing gloves made of gold thread, the person behind him was not tall, slightly stooped, his black and white messy hair was combed meticulously, but half of his face was covered by a mask.

"Why are you back?" Mu Bai asked.

The masked man spoke kindly, moved his hands slightly, and pushed the wheelchair back: "I want to report something to the Patriarch."

Mu Bai pondered for a while: "Are you going to the trials?"

The mask said humanely: "The head of the family is clearly aware."

Mu Bai sneered, "It will be overcrowded this year."

The masked man followed Mu Bai's tone and said, "Doesn't the Patriarch want to go and have a look? The Patriarch is even more worried about the young master."

Mu Bai clasped his hands on his lap, "It would be a surprise if Mu Bai could go out."

The masked man laughed lightly, as if he was in poor health, but this smile was followed by a few coughs: "Patriarch, why should you belittle yourself, if you want to stand up, there are ways."

Mu Bai didn't answer, but thought of Hong Yang's words again, why do you want me to stand up so much?But if I get better, how can I get close?

"Patriarch, you're still as impulsive as before." The masked man's words concealed admonishment, Mu Bai didn't know how much he listened to, and he asked again: "Have you seen that child?"

Mu Bai smiled and said, "You really came for him."

"Of course," the masked man talked about this with a sense of pride: "After all, he is my most proud work."

"If you still say that in front of that child, you will have to pay the price." Mu Bai smiled sincerely: "The child's name is Mo Xuan, and the people around him are amazing."

The masked man pushed Mu Bai into the room: "The head of the family should think about what's on his mind."

The gloved hands were extremely nimble. There were medicinal herbs in the wooden barrel in a disorderly manner. The hands turned slightly, and the gray mist-like flame burned lightly and instantly boiled the water in the wooden barrel.

Mu Bai looked at it, and suddenly said: "If the old Patriarch is still alive, if he sees me asking you to use these hands to cook a medicine bath for me, he might kill me with a stick."

The masked man laughed and coughed a few times: "The master should take a good medicinal bath, so that one day he will not be able to move when he wants to stand up after thinking clearly."

Mu Bai suppressed his smile, put his legs into the barrel, the warm feeling gradually pervaded his whole body, he let out a long sigh of relief: "You are not suitable for joking."

The masked man straightened his gloves, and coughed again: "I don't care about the affairs of the head of the house, but after all, the affairs of the lord are involved. You should understand what the old man means."

Mu Bai closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, before he said reluctantly: "It doesn't matter, you can go. I heard that your juniors also have talented people competing this year, do you have any ideas?"

"Oh?" The masked man was stunned: "If you get along well with the old man, it's not too much to help."

The masked man made a gesture to leave, but Mu Bai suddenly shouted: "You! You, are you going to break the seal?"

The corners of the mouth under the mask raised subtly: "The Patriarch made an oath before."

Mu Bai's heart was empty, and he forced a smile: "Yes, I haven't forgotten."

The masked man deliberately teased: "But even if the Patriarch regrets it, that child can bring the Patriarch back from Hell, isn't it called Mo Xuan? It's a good name."

Mu Bai waved his hands, leaning gently on the back of the chair.

The masked man paused slightly: "The old man bids farewell, the Patriarch has a good rest."

The door was closed gently, and when there was no sound outside, Mu Bai slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the wall next to the bookshelf, where there was a painting, but it was covered by a white curtain.

Mu Bai paused, then raised his hand slightly in the air.

The curtain was lifted, and the whole painting revealed its actual appearance.

Under the dark and lonely night sky, a smear of red clothes lay reclining on the boulders of the cliff, and next to it was the moonlight flower unique to Beiming, tremblingly blooming.

That person's lonely and cold back seemed to melt into the night, but he turned his face to the side, looking at the moonlight flower with slightly opened eyes, and a vague smile on his lips, which immediately softened this person a little.

Mu Bai watched it over and over again, carefully describing each place, and returned to that scene in a trance.

Surprised.

The author has something to say:

It's not very good to write out the characters and relationships in the ambush directly, and it's not clear. Will it make people confused?Just make do with it.