Our leader has a special technique for chasing his wife

Elder Mo thought he had guessed right, and he held back his smile and advised Mo Jiaoyu earnestly: "Master, you have to be careful, you can only be happy for a while after taking the medicine, why don't you just bear it, and it will be fine after a while." gone."

Mo Jiao said expressionlessly: "Do you think I'm a pervert?"

"No...isn't it?" Elder Mo said in surprise, "Otherwise what else would you do?"

Mo Jiao sneered coldly: "Put away your dirty thoughts, I naturally have something to do."

Elder Mo couldn't figure it out, "Do I have to go back to Dan?"

Mo Jiao nodded seriously.

Elder Mo took a deep breath, and then spread his hands: "No, I won't give it, and I don't have any medicine in my hand, I also tore up the pill formula, even if the leader kills me, I won't get backtracking pill. But I'm curious, Why on earth is the leader so anxious to restore the original state?"

Elder Mo leaned over with a gossip face, Mo Jiao sneered and refused to mention the reason, just asked: "Really not?"

Elder Mo was also stubborn, "If you don't give it, the leader knows that you can't eat it, so why do you want to embarrass me?"

After a moment of stalemate, Mo Jiao got up and left the pharmacy without saying a word, which made Elder Mo even more confused about what he was going to do.

Mo Jiao actually wanted to explain to Zhong Yixiao before getting rid of the gu, and he couldn't allow himself to stay in front of Zhong Yixiao for a moment with him being in such a mess, so he seldom went to see him these days.

And the reason why Mo Jiao had such an idea was the medicine that Elder Mo tried to mix yesterday, even if Elder Mo quickly put away the blackened silver needle, Mo Jiao could see it clearly at that moment , that medicine is highly poisonous.

Mo Jiao suddenly felt that his persistence for many years was too naive, he was shaken in his heart, and he no longer firmly believed that Elder Mo would be able to save him.

A gust of wind blew by the lotus pond, Mo Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, restrained the panic he had just had at that moment, and put on a calm face, as if nothing could shake his expression, Xiang Zhong Go to the room where Yixiao is temporarily staying.

Zhong Yixiao was allowed to go to the ground by Mo Jiao. The first thing he did was to get out of bed and walk around a few times, and then hurriedly went to take a bath. In this sultry late autumn, he hadn't bathed for several days and felt that he was getting bored It stinks.

Mo Jiao asked several servants to bring hot water, and Zhong Yixiao took a bath in the bathroom next door, so he sat quietly in the room, and when Zhong Yixiao came back, he still sat in that position without moving.

Zhong Yixiao's hair was dripping with water, soaking the thin single clothes, and under Mo Jiao's gaze, he unnaturally pulled up the open front of his clothes.

"It's so late, why don't you go back?"

Only then did Mo Jiao put aside his eyes glued to Zhong Yixiao's body. In fact, his eyes were too focused, even though he was a child on the surface, it still made Zhong Yixiao very embarrassed and felt unnatural.

Mo Jiao said: "This is my room."

Zhong Yixiao was stunned for a moment, then asked Mo Jiao in a low voice: "Then are you going to come back to sleep tonight? It's fine with me, the bed is so big, and you and I are so thin, we should be able to squeeze it in."

So you're recommending a pillow seat to me?But I seem to have forgotten that this is my room, right?Mo Jiao thought to himself, and glanced at Zhong Yixiao, who was waiting for him with eyes full of anticipation.

Mo Jiao shook his head, "No, did your injury touch water?"

Zhong Yixiao waved his hands and said: "No, no, I'm very careful, and the wounds on my body are almost healed." As she spoke, as if to prove her innocence, she pulled back her clothes and showed Mo Jiao the sword on his arm At the same time, the clothes slipped off his arms, revealing half of his fair chest.

"Look, the injury on my hand is the worst, and it's all healed now!"

There was still warm moisture on that arm, but it was obvious that on that piece of snow-white skin, there was a purple-red twisted trace, and further up, on the shoulders and chest, there were several spots. There are pale or pink scars, old ones and new ones.

Mo Jiao blinked and stared at the scars for a while, with a very serious expression.

Zhong Yixiao quickly realized that his behavior was embarrassing, he pulled back his clothes with a dry smile, pulled the skirt of the clothes under his Adam's apple, coughed lightly and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I'll be fine soon."

None of the injuries on his body were fatal, as the little genius doctor had told Mo Jiao.

What should be seen and what should not be seen is covered up, Mo Jiao looked up, looked at Zhong Yi's red face, and said: "Just pay attention to yourself."

Zhong Yixiao nodded obediently, her eyes were shining brightly.

"I lost something, come and look for it." Mo Jiao explained the purpose of coming.

He didn't come to see Zhong Yixiao on a whim, but as soon as Zhong Yixiao saw him coming, he asked him when he could go to the ground. Mo Jiao saw that he was recovering well, so he agreed casually. to take a shower.

Mo Jiao had no choice but to wait here.

Hearing this, Zhong Yixiao's face turned pale instantly, as if he had thought of something bad, but soon put on a smile again, sat down next to Mo Jiao softly as if coaxing a child, and asked him: "What is it? Is it a hairpin?"

Mo Jiao nodded, Zhong Yixiao really saw it.

Zhong Yixiao's smile also became a little ugly, but he still got up and walked towards the mirror, while pretending to be relaxed and said: "I found it the night before yesterday, there is a hairpin under the pillow, I think it should be yours, dare not It was misplaced, so I put it away and put it in a drawer."

Mo Jiao just looked at him and didn't speak.

When Zhong Yixiao turned around and came back, he was holding a plain and delicate wooden hairpin in his hand, sat down in front of Mo Jiao, fixed his eyes on Mo Jiao, and asked, "Is it this one?"

Mo Jiao raised his hand to take the hairpin, nodded and said, "Yes." He noticed that something was wrong with Zhong Yixiao's expression, so he looked up at him and asked, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Zhong Yixiao didn't want to talk about it at first, but after much deliberation, Mo Jiao asked him to ask, and he would suffocate himself if he didn't ask, so he said a little unhappy: "This hairpin should be a woman's belongings, and there is something on it. A red seal, and the scent of lipstick used by women...Jiaojiao, is this hairpin important to you?"

Mo Jiao asked without answering, "Want to know who sent the hairpin?"

Zhong Yixiao was a little embarrassed, but nodded truthfully.

Seeing this, Mo Jiao suddenly smiled, and at that moment, like the frost melted, the cold beauty became no longer unreachable, a little more popular, which made Zhong Yixiao feel at ease for no reason.

"It was given by my senior sister."

Zhong Yixiao reacted quickly after being dazed for a moment, and blurted out——

"Is it that Senior Sister Mo who betrayed you?"

Mo Jiao quickly suppressed his smile, held the hairpin in his hand and got up, he didn't want to continue this topic, he is now smaller, the difference in height from Zhong Yixiao is too big, even if Zhong Yixiao is still sitting, he is not as tall as Zhong Yixiao high.

"Rest early." Mo Jiao said.

It could be seen that the other party was unwilling to say too much about that senior sister, but because Mo Jiao hid the hairpin that Mo senior sister was wearing next to her body under the pillow, Zhong Yixiao felt a little pissed in his heart, and he thought maybe it was because he was too free recently Only then can he think wildly, but Mo Jiao's condition is obviously more serious than him.

So Zhong Yixiao nodded and said: "Okay, you should go to bed earlier."

Mo Jiao nodded slightly, and turned his head as soon as he took a step, looking at Zhong Yixiao with longing eyes.

Zhong Yixiao asked: "What's wrong?"

Mo Jiao didn't speak, but leaned over and pressed a light kiss on Zhong Yixiao's smooth brow, with a soft tone.

"Good night."

Zhong Yixiao froze suddenly, and when he realized it, Mo Jiao had already gone out.

Zhong Yixiao unconsciously raised his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, as if he could still touch a little warmth, and he seemed to be scalded, and immediately withdrew his hand, those warm eyes slowly curved up, with stars happy look.

Mo Jiao seems a little different tonight.

Mo Jiao's casual reassurance that day made Elder Mo pay more attention. He really studied the method of fighting poison with poison, and added Qiuxincao to the prescription.

According to what Mo Jiao said, the old leader once planted this rare poisonous weed in the back mountain, and would put a small amount of autumn heart grass into Mo Jiao's food at a certain time. The problem, but the toxin of Qiuxincao, which is not taken seriously by others, has become the nutrient needed for the growth of Gu worms in Mo Jiao's body.

Later, Elder Mo was surprised to find that after the qiuxincao was melted in the prescription, the toxicity of the medicine did not increase but decreased, but one must pay attention to the dosage, once it exceeds that amount, the medicine will become a gut-piercing drama. poison.

Then Elder Mo thought of Senior Sister Mo again. Qin Yu said that the autumn heart grass was given by Senior Sister Mo, and the weight of that time almost cost Mo Jiao his life. After removing the poison of Qiuxincao afterwards, the sluggish Gu worms in Mo Jiao's body regained some vitality. He discovered this last time, and now it seems that Qiuxincao must be the key to dispelling the Gu. .

Elder Mo told Mo Jiao about this guess, and Mo Jiao told him to take his time, there was still some time anyway.

Elder Mo suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulders. The first people to study this prescription were Mo Jiao and Elder Ji in the teaching. They knew that this prescription was useful in the early days, and even many medicines for suppressing Gu insects came from this prescription. I thought of it.

Therefore, Elder Mo had a guess, "Master, you said that this prescription may be fake. Is it possible that the old master deliberately omitted some important medicinal materials?"

It is said that Mo Jiao can't save himself if he can heal but not himself, but seeing that Elder Mo is so excited, he doesn't want to pour cold water on him, and also thinks that Elder Mo's idea is very good.

"Then what medicine do you think is missing?"

Elder Mo didn't think of anything other than the autumn heart grass, he frowned and said, "I don't know, think again."

Even if the addition of Qiuxincao can reduce some of the toxicity, the remaining toxicity is still enough to kill. Elder Mo is familiar with Mo Jiao's physical condition, and he can't even stand the coldness of the Backtracking Pill, let alone the toxicity, so he I buried myself in the research again.

Mo Jiao sat on the side and watched quietly, as if thinking about something, without saying a word.

After another three days, Zhong Yixiao's injuries were almost healed.

Zhong Yixiao's humility in front of He Lanmin also saved him some verbal torture. He Lanmin didn't bother him much when he got angry, but when he was free and wanted to find Mo Jiao, Elder Shang suddenly Appeared at his door.

Zhong Yixiao was startled when she opened the door, "Elder Shang came to see me?"

There was no expression on Elder Shang's cold face, and he didn't intend to enter the house. He explained his purpose in a few words, "Don't you want to learn sword? The leader asked me to come to you, come with me."

"So fast?" Zhong Yixiao asked in surprise.

But Elder Shang is just a messenger, he turned around and left after he finished speaking, Zhong Yixiao hurriedly followed, feeling a little uneasy, He Lanmin was right, he has no kung fu now, he is just a useless person, even worse than Elder Shang , not to mention that Mo Jiao is so good-looking, there are many people who like him.

Zhong Yixiao thought of this and made up his mind that he must learn swordsmanship from Mo Jiao, but why did he let Elder Shang come to him?Remembering that Elder Shang is also a master of swords, Zhong Yixiao is a little afraid that Mo Jiao is telling him to learn from Elder Shang...

Zhong Yixiao has been recovering from his injuries for the past few days, Mo Jiao did not let him wander around, fearing that Qin Yu would send someone to arrest him.

Zhong Yixiao also knew that Ouhua Xiaoju was more or less followed by Mo Jiao, and he was also worried that there would be disputes, and the scope of activities was only the small courtyard where he lived temporarily, so when he followed Elder Shang to find Mo Jiao , Only then did I slowly appreciate the scenery in the manor of Ouhua Xiaoju.

Mo Jiao was waiting for him in front of the small bamboo grove in the backyard. When he heard footsteps, he turned his head and glanced at Zhong Yixiao. His petite and fragile body stood extremely straight, with majesty in it, which made people admire him.

When Zhong Yixiao saw Mo Jiao, he trotted over with glowing eyes. Elder Shang stood still behind him, and called the leader respectfully.

Mo Jiao nodded slightly, and Zhong Yixiao swallowed back the Jiaojiao sound that Zhong Yixiao was about to say.

Almost forgot that Mo Jiao didn't let him call him the leader in front of outsiders, so Zhong Yixiao changed his words.

"Mo Jiao, I'm here."

Mo Jiao also nodded to him, and then told Elder Shang to go down first.

In this way, Zhong Yixiao's sense of crisis disappeared. He watched Elder Shang go away, then turned his head to look at Mo Jiao expectantly, and asked, "Jiaojiao, are you going to teach me swordsmanship?"

Mo Jiao nodded, "Do you like swords?"

Zhong Yixiao nodded hastily. Among the eighteen weapons, his favorite is the sword.

Now he is gradually getting used to being in front of Mo Jiao, and has returned to his old nature. He thought that if he really likes a person, he must accept his whole appearance, and Mo Jiao is just being victimized by the old leader. Mo Jiao was disappointed with him.

Mo Jiao took him into the gazebo, and there was a long wooden box on the stone table in the gazebo, which seemed to contain relatively large valuables.

Mo Jiao asked Zhong Yixiao to open the wooden box and said: "I got this sword by chance in the past. I don't use weapons very much. You can open it to see if it is suitable for you. If you don't like it, then change it."

This is the sword Mo Jiao gave him, Zhong Yixiao was overjoyed at this point alone, how could he not like it?However, he opened the sword case with trepidation in his heart, and the black scabbard sword lying silently in the sword case was revealed in an instant.

This is a long sword. Looking at the appearance, the long sword is relatively narrow, about three feet and two inches long. There is no gorgeous carving on the black gold hilt, and the few totems look very simple. Compared with the original bell The soft sword that Yixiao is used to is not light enough, it looks like an ordinary long sword on the market.

"Pick it up and have a look." Mo Jiao said.

Zhong Yixiao obediently took out the long sword from the sword box, but unexpectedly it was a bit heavy, not as light as the sword body. He weighed it, and it weighed at least a few catties.

Zhong Yixiao didn't pay much attention to the appearance of the weapon, he cared more about the quality of this long sword, so he pulled out a section of the sword, and when the bright and sharp blade came out of the sheath, there seemed to be a clear and sharp sword sound, which was quite shocking .

What caught Zhong Yixiao's eyes was the material of the blade.

"This is a sword made of black iron!"

Mo Jiao said: "That's true, but you used to use the soft sword before, I don't know if you like this sword or not."

Zhong Yixiao came back from the stunned state, couldn't help holding the long sword in her arms, and hurriedly said: "I like it! This is the sword you gave me!"

Seeing this, Mo Jiao softened his expression, nodded and said: "I also think it suits you quite well, if you like it, just accept it."

Zhong Yixiao thanked him with a smile, remembering that Master He Yun had picked out his old saber for him in the Treasure Pavilion in the middle of the gate, and the soft sword Zixiao was actually something from the Xianxia School, so he didn't take it away. But once his hands are empty, he becomes more fanatical about swords.

But now he has another sword, and it was given to him by Mo Jiao.

Zhong Yixiao was so excited that she couldn't put it down and pulled out the sword to look left and right. The fingertips lightly touched the blade. He moved his hand, turned to the other side, and saw that there was also a mysterious and weird totem on the sword near the hilt, and a small seal was engraved in the middle.

Once one knows the material of this sword, these seemingly simple and confusing totems will become mysterious. Zhong Yixiao couldn't help reaching out to touch it, then turned to Mo Jiao and said, "There is an ancient character on it, which seems to be Wei. characters, and this pattern also looks like the family totem of those aristocratic families."

Mo Jiao paused when he heard the words, and said softly: "You have sharp eyes, this sword was indeed someone else's family heirloom sword in the past, but now it is given to you, it is yours."

"A family heirloom sword?"

Zhong Yixiao blinked, but Mo Jiao gave it to him, so he just put it away, he likes this sword very much, he liked it very much when he first saw it, and now he is still holding it tightly in his arms and playing with it. The tip of the brow is full of joy.

After a while, Zhong Yixiao said again: "Then does this sword have a name?"

Mo Jiao said: "Don't ask."

"Ah?" Zhong Yixiao asked strangely, "Why can't you ask?"

"The name of this sword is Mo Wen... Well, since the sword is good, let's practice quickly."

Mo Jiao looked at Zhong Yixiao helplessly, but his expression was still very serious, "I will teach you a set of sword skills and inner skills, and I will supervise you in the near future. You should study hard so that you can recover your skills and protect yourself in the future. "

When Mo Jiao said this, he added patiently: "The sword technique I taught you is not from the Demon Sect, nor was it taught to me by an old man. This is a set of sword techniques that have been lost for many years. You will use them when you go out in the future , and no one will recognize it.”

When Zhong Yixiao heard that Mo Jiao cared so much for him, she was secretly happy and sorry at the same time. He didn't do anything for Mo Jiao, but Mo Jiao was always helping him, so he could only focus on listening to his teachings and not give any more. He gets in trouble.

When Mo Jiao said that he wanted to teach him how to learn swordsmanship, he had the attitude of a strict teacher and couldn't tolerate Zhong Yixiao's slackness. He turned around and walked to the bamboo forest, picked up a bamboo branch on the ground, and said solemnly: "It's not too late, I will I will teach you once first, and only this once, you can memorize as much as you can, don’t be lazy.”

"Uh-huh!"

Zhong Yixiao nodded hastily, and watched carefully with the sword in his hand, with the attitude of a good student, and there was a bit of excitement in his eyes.

After dancing a set of exquisite and complex sword skills, Zhong Yixiao, in addition to being amazed, admired Mo Jiao a little more. He didn't expect Mo Jiao to have such powerful sword skills, which made him admire him very much.

And Zhong Yixiao can memorize this set of swordsmanship, which is beyond Mo Jiao's expectation, but considering that Zhong Yixiao has many years of experience in sword practice and his own qualifications are not bad, it can be explained , but it can also go wrong.

"Wrong, did I teach you that just now?"

With a light flick of Mo Jiao's fingertips, a small stone hit Zhong Yixiao's sword, interrupting his movement. Although Mo Jiao's skill has not fully recovered, Zhong Yixiao has already dissipated all of his internal energy. Ordinary people are no different, when the stone hit, it still gave him a shock, followed by a burst of numbness and stinging pain.

But remembering that when Master He Yun taught him how to practice swords, if he made a mistake, it would be whipped directly with a dust whisk. The back of his hand would be red and swollen, and he would not show mercy. Zhong Yixiao knew that Mo Jiao had obviously shown mercy to him. None of the stones hit him.

Zhong Yixiao listened carefully to Mo Jiao's reprimand, completely unaware of how ridiculous it is for a child to teach him how to practice swords.

"In the past, what you accumulated in the Xianxia School is not only the experience of practicing swords, but also the habits, so when practicing swords, you will also habitually use the sword skills of the Xianxia School without knowing it."

Hearing this, Zhong Yixiao suddenly realized. He frowned and thought for a while, and then solemnly promised: "I know, I will forget the sword skills of Xianxia School as soon as possible, and practice the sword skills you taught me wholeheartedly!"

Mo Jiao nodded in relief, and asked him to practice a few more times. If Zuo Hufa saw him, he would yell and say that the leader was unfair. He was so patient with Zhong Yixiao.

But half an hour later, Elder Shang came over again, he didn't join the two of them, he just waited in the gazebo.

Zhong Yixiao who was disturbed obviously frowned, but Mo Jiao let him practice first, turned around and walked into the gazebo to find Elder Shang.

Zhong Yixiao has a special enthusiasm for sword practice, not to mention that it was taught by Mo Jiao himself. He didn't want to disappoint Mo Jiao, so he practiced harder and harder.

Elder Shang is always avoiding Zhong Yixiao, that means he has something important to report to Mo Jiao.

After making sure that Zhong Yixiao would not hear their conversation, Mo Jiao deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

Elder Shang whispered: "Bai Xun's succession ceremony will be held in half a month. Are you asking the leader what he plans?"

Mo Jiao sneered and said, "Dogs can't be changed. Bai Xun really wants to save face so much, so let him have a grand ceremony. The higher he stands, the more painful the fall, isn't it?"

Elder Shang didn't speak, but secretly glanced at Zhong Yixiao who was practicing sword at the side. After seeing the moves clearly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he frowned.

Mo Jiao also knew why he was surprised, and didn't want to expose it, so he said calmly: "Okay, there is still half a month, isn't it? Let him be majestic for a while, and we can talk about it in a few days."

Elder Shang immediately bowed his head and agreed.

Mo Jiao said again: "You go back first."

Elder Shang nodded, turned and left the gazebo, but looked sideways at Zhong Yixiao for a long time, his eyes were deep, until he walked into the long corridor, he could no longer see Zhong Yixiao clearly.

Only then did Mo Jiao look away, and turned back to watch Zhong Yixiao practicing his sword.

After several days of practice under Mo Jiao's stare, Zhong Yixiao managed to master the whole set of sword skills smoothly. It's not that he is dull in aptitude, but that the sword skills are too complicated, and the seemingly irrelevant moves are linked together. It's difficult to understand when it comes to sound, and a novice like Zhong Yixiao's movements are very jerky in actual operation, but fortunately, Mo Jiao is there to guide patiently.

According to what Mo Jiao said, if he can use this set of sword techniques well, even if he doesn't use internal power, he can take the head of a third-rate master with just three moves.

Zhong Yixiao didn't really want human life, although practicing sword for seven or eight hours a day was tiring, but being with Mo Jiao was better than being alone in the room, Zhong Yixiao was quite happy.

Five days later, Mo Jiao handed over to Zhong Yixiao the inner strength and mental skills that go with the swordsmanship.

Zhong Yixiao is very active in learning. Compared with the time when she was in Xuannv Peak, it took half a month to learn a set of swordsmanship. Zhong Yixiao feels that she has made great progress.

That's what he said when Mo Jiao brought him medicinal wine and rubbed his sore wrist. At this moment, Mo Jiao just raised his eyebrows and looked at him. Before he could speak, Zhong Yixiao blushed .

Zhong Yixiao had a very fulfilling life in Ouhua Xiaoju these days, even He Lanmin didn't come to him very often, although occasionally he would come over to show courtesy when Mo Jiao was supervising his sword practice, calling each brother very sweet , and insinuatingly accused Zhong Yixiao of being stupid.

For the sake of being Mo Jiao's younger brother, Zhong Yixiao went in one ear and out the other.

However, he always felt that there was something wrong with Mo Jiao recently, because Mo Jiao hardly talked to him except teaching him how to practice swords and helping him apply medicine. Even though he was a taciturn person before, he was obviously alienated from Zhong Yixiao I don't know if he made it for He Lanmin or for whom.

Moreover, Zhong Yixiao also found that Mo Jiao was a little preoccupied recently, he would deliberately avoid talking to Elder Shang and Elder Mo in private, his face would definitely not look good when he came back, but he would still insist on coming over every night to apply medicine to himself.

This day was the same as usual, Mo Jiao rubbed Zhong Yixiao's obviously twisted wrist, put the medicinal wine aside, and when he turned to wash his hands, he suddenly said: "You should memorize both the sword technique and the inner strength technique. You remember to practice hard. When I am not around, if your wrist still hurts, go to Elder Mo to give you some wine. If Elder Mo is free, you can also ask him to teach you swordsmanship. He is good at swordsmanship..."

Hearing these words, Zhong Yixiao was startled, he hurriedly interrupted Mo Jiao's words, even his voice was full of uneasiness.

"Why aren't you here? Where are you going?"

Mo Jiao paused, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the water droplets on his hand little by little, and then slowly turned to look at Zhong Yixiao, his eyes were filled with the unfamiliar sneer and indifference of Zhong Yixiao.

"Don't you think that I will linger in this place forever?"