Our leader has a special technique for chasing his wife

Nearly a hundred tables of wine and food were prepared on the mountain, and the feeling of hundreds of congregants sitting together for a reunion dinner was simply too novel for Zhong Yixiao, so he was pulled to sit next to Mo Jiao.

In the magnificent hall built by the old leader, more than a dozen elders sat down at several tables, and hundreds of people congratulated Mo Jiao on the new year.

In the loud and joyful congratulations at that moment, Zhong Yixiao felt that the whole winter had become very warm because of everyone.

The high-ranking members of the congregation were seated in the main hall, and the ordinary congregants were outside. Although it was a bit cold, everyone was very eager to eat and drink spicy food, and the atmosphere was extremely lively, which was also reflected on Mo Jiao's face.

Mo Jiao gave up the seat that looked like a dragon chair, and condescended to sit with his subordinates at a table. Beside him were Zhong Yixiao and He Lanmin. The table was full of familiar relatives and friends. , the left and right protectors, Elder Mo, Elder Shang, and the little genius doctor are all people Zhong Yixiao is most familiar with. This arrangement warms his heart very much.

The nearly one hundred tables outside the congregation should eat and drink, and even play guessing boxing, because they are far away from the leader, as long as they don't make trouble, they can play as much as they want.And the high-ranking people who were in the hall together felt a little uncomfortable. They were all in awe of Mo Jiao, even if they were not at the same table as Mo Jiao, they still seemed very reserved.

The main hall was quiet for a while, and the hall masters and elders at the other tables looked at each other, and they all stood up to toast Mo Jiao. They did this in previous years, but because of Mo Jiao's illness this year, they were a little at a loss. Many people know the situation.

So the young hall master at the head said that they did it, and the master was free to do so.

Mo Jiao was really casual, he took a sip of half a glass of boiled water, and then seeing the uncomfortable appearance of everyone, he said openly: "Today is a good day, you can play as you like, don't be restrained."

After the leader spoke, those high-level officials let go of their temper and began to eat and drink.

The hall soon became lively again, with endless laughter, compared to them, Mo Jiao's table was much more casual, and he had already moved his chopsticks.

Drinking is unavoidable at such a banquet, but when everyone at this table kept pouring wine on Zhong Yixiao, the shock and joy in Zhong Yixiao's eyes turned into crying without tears.

Especially Senior Sister Mo, who kept refilling his drink and urging him to have another drink.

After drinking a small jar of wine, Zhong Yixiao kept complaining, and from time to time gave Mo Jiao little looks for help.

Mo Jiao paused while eating the food, and then glanced at Zhong Yixiao. Zhong Yixiao felt relieved, so she heard Mo Jiao say: "He will go to the temple with me to pray for blessings later, just drink it yourself." .”

Mo Jiao's voice was not loud, but the moment the voice fell, the entire hall fell silent, as if they had touched some mechanism, everyone's movements stopped, and they looked at Zhong Yixiao strangely.

Zhong Yixiao's face was full of bewilderment, even the smile on Senior Sister Mo's face froze, He Lanmin pursed her mouth, and smashed the fish that Mo Jiao gave him in the bowl with chopsticks.The left protector's eyes were incredulous, and the right protector's eyes seemed to have seen through it. Elder Mo lowered his head to drink and smiled without saying a word, while Elder Shang frowned slightly, also remaining silent.

And the other little miracle doctor, who was also new, looked at everyone's expressions, also full of curiosity.

After a while, Senior Sister Mo broke the dead silence and asked Mo Jiao, "Junior Brother, are you serious?"

Seeing this, Zhong Yixiao became even more curious.

On the contrary, Mo Jiao looked calm, nodded and said: "You guys have fun tonight, go to the temple to pray for blessings and let Zhong Yixiao accompany me."

There was still almost suffocating silence afterwards, Zhong Yixiao didn't quite understand why everyone did this, and she was too embarrassed to ask in public.

At this moment, Elder Mo put down his wine glass and said with a smile on his face: "The leader is right, today is a good day, we should drink and eat, it's hard to celebrate the new year, isn't it?"

He was obviously trying to smooth things over, and the other elders gradually came to their senses when they heard the words, and they all echoed what Elder Mo said. Senior Sister Mo was even more straightforward, carrying the wine bottle and went to the next table to find someone to fight for wine.

The sound of firecrackers below the mountain rang out from time to time, and the hall became lively again after a while.

It was also the first time for the little genius doctor to see such a grand reunion dinner, his dark eyes were full of novelty, and he drank a few more glasses of wine, but was replaced by tea by the silent elder Shang.

After that, He Lanmin was a little abnormal and didn't cling to his brother any more. Seeing Elder Mo sitting there alone and enjoying himself, he approached him with a bowl in his hand. The two of them chattered, and Elder Mo's face broke into a smile, as if Some talk about King Jing.

Zhong Yixiao listened to it a few times, but no one came to pour him wine, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he was already a little dizzy with the food for Mo Jiao.

Because of Senior Sister Mo's guidance, everyone was drinking a little crazy, and they were not satisfied with the cups, and they insisted on drinking the whole jar, and those elders kept making noises.

Zhong Yixiao took a look, and whispered in Mo Jiao's ear: "Is it not good to drink like this? What if the Martial Arts League comes to attack again at this time?"

His face was flushed and his eyes were a little moist. Mo Jiao glanced at it and asked without answering, "Will the Wulin League not have to celebrate the New Year?"

Zhong Yixiao looked quite sober, he thought about it seriously, and said, "That's right."

Hearing this, Mo Jiao knew that he was a little drunk, and his reaction was so slow.

Zhong Yixiao doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, and what Senior Sister Mo drinks for him is the strongest wine in the teaching.

Seeing him pretending not to be drunk, Mo Jiao suddenly became playful and said to Zhong Yixiao: "We have spies, no matter what the Wulin League is going to do, I will know."

Zhong Yixiao's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Mo Jiao in disbelief.

"really?"

Mo Jiao nodded cautiously.

Zhong Yixiao looked at Mo Jiao seriously for a moment, then Xing Xing stared at Mo Jiao with admiration and said, "Jiaojiao, you are so amazing!"

Mo Jiao couldn't hold back a smile.

After drinking for three rounds, the table next to it was overturned by a certain hall master who was too drunk, and then a bunch of people were gambling there, Senior Sister Mo also excitedly moved over.

Mo Jiao sat there quietly watching, neither saying no nor stopping.

Elder Mo and Elder Shang were still very sober, because they basically didn't drink alcohol, but He Lanmin was drunk, and Zuo Hufa, who was already restless, went to bet big and small with Senior Sister Mo.

Mo Jiao glanced at Zhong Yixiao who was already awake by rubbing his forehead, and was about to leave the scene, and told Elder Mo and Guardian Zuo, "Min'er is drunk, take him back later, take care of him, It's getting late, I'm going to the temple now."

The right protector replied: "I see, it's cold, brother should go back early."

Mo Jiao nodded and stood up.

Seeing this, Zhong Yixiao consciously followed up, followed Mo Jiao out of the hall, was blown by the howling westerly wind outside, and stimulated Zhong Yixiao's whole body trembled, which made her wake up a lot, and followed quickly.

Many people were paralyzed outside, Zhong Yixiao shook his head, carefully passed them, took Mo Jiao's hand, and followed him to the back mountain.

In the plum blossom forest all over the mountains and plains, Zhong Yixiao held a lantern to illuminate the road ahead, holding Mo Jiao with one hand, telling him to be careful of the branches on the ground from time to time.

There was a cold fragrance in the air, Zhong Yixiao looked at the stone lanterns built in the plum blossom forest along the road, walked for a while, without Mo Jiao leading the way, he knew to follow the light.

After passing through the plum blossom forest, there is actually an ancient hall on the open space beside the cliff. It can’t be seen clearly at night, but a towering giant tree seems to be leaning on the back of the hall, and a shadow of intertwined roots covers the temple, but Gradually withered, the leaves withered, and there were not many pieces of greenery on each branch, but it was actually covered with faded red silk, long hanging down, fluttering with the wind, showing a bit of beauty.

Candles were still burning in the main hall, and several exquisite offering lamps were clearly arranged in front of the door, illuminating the entire open space. Only then did Zhong Yixiao see clearly that there was a huge Eight Diagrams array on the ground.

"It turns out that the temple you are talking about is not the main hall just now, but here."

Mo Jiao led him closer to the temple, and replied in a good mood: "That hall was built by the old man himself. This temple is different. Since the establishment of the Demon Cult, there have been temples, and it has been more than 300 years."

No wonder this hall revealed the style of the ancient former dynasty. Zhong Yixiao stopped for a while on the stone steps in front of the hall, and suddenly saw a thin figure in white clothes standing in front of the open hall door above.

"Is someone waiting for you up there?"

Zhong Yixiao was taken aback at first, but after thinking about it, someone should be there, someone should take care of this hall.

Mo Jiao nodded and led him up the stone steps step by step.

The solemn hall was brightly illuminated by candlelight, and in front of the door was a young woman in a white dress.

When Mo Jiao and Zhong Yixiao came in front of him, the woman bowed to Mo Jiao and saluted, after that she didn't speak, but gestured a few strangely to Mo Jiao.

But obviously Mo Jiao understood, he nodded to the woman and said: "You go down first."

The woman bowed again to salute, and then retreated. During the process of seeing Mo Jiao and exiting the temple, her eyes never rested on Zhong Yixiao redundantly.

Zhong Yixiao watched the woman enter Mei Lin's figure, Mo Jiao frowned upon seeing it, and took the initiative to explain and draw Zhong Yixiao's attention back to himself.

"She is the dumb girl who guards the temple."

"Oh, no wonder she didn't speak." Zhong Yixiao said, her voice was still very clear.

Mo Jiao hummed, turned around and stepped into the temple, Zhong Yixiao also followed with a lantern after seeing this.

Rows of candles were brightly lit in the temple, and upon entering the room, Zhong Yixiao felt a bit surprised, because this temple was not as solemn and solemn as he had imagined, and it did not enshrine any special kind of food as he thought. idol.

This is a hall with one entrance and one exit. There is nothing in the huge front hall, and the center is covered by layers of white gauze, which looks quite mysterious.

And after entering the front hall, a thick tree root rose from the open-air patio, surrounded by high walls, but it couldn't stop the wanton growth of the tree.

It turned out that the towering tree that I saw outside the hall just now grew out of the hall, so it would create a feeling of covering the entire hall, but the roots of the tree that can only be surrounded by a few adults with open arms There is apparently a solemn fence surrounding it with a red scarf.

Compared with the outside, more red silk hangs above the head, almost covering the sky and the sun, with only a few gaps left to let in a few rays of light.

Looking at the lights of the temple, Zhong Yixiao could see clearly that there were still red silk hanging on the thin and dense branches in the air, with words on them, some faded, some were still very bright, and there was a mysterious atmosphere everywhere.

Before the tree root, there is an incense table being enshrined. Miaomiao cigarettes are spread in every corner, and the smell is surprisingly good.

Zhong Yixiao froze in front of the porch with a lantern in his hand. Mo Jiao had already walked down several stone steps before him, approached the tree root, picked up a handful of incense, lit it on the incense table, and then inserted it into the incense burner middle.

Mo Jiao turned around, Zhong Yixiao was still standing in front of the pillar, but this time she was looking at the red silk on the tree.

"There are words on the red silk," Zhong Yixiao said.

He stood relatively high on the top, and when he looked up, he could clearly see the words hanging on the red silk closest to him, and read them word by word.

"May the religion of God last forever..."

Mo Jiao stood below and looked at him quietly, seeing him laughing suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Mo Jiao, and said with a smile: "Jiaojiao, this is your word."

Mo Jiao said: "Every year to pray for blessings, the leader will write down wishes on red silk, tie it to the sacred tree, and pray for the stability and well-being of the divine religion. What you see is probably what I wrote last year."

Zhong Yixiao put down the lantern casually when he heard the words, and walked down the stone steps, asking, "The Demon Cult was only founded more than 300 years ago, but there are a lot of red silk on this sacred tree."

"Those outside were hung by the congregation in previous years. In fact, the sacred tree existed very early, before the establishment of the Demon Cult. For nearly a thousand years, the congregation regarded it as a kind of spiritual sustenance, a kind of spiritual sustenance. Faith. It is a custom to tie red silk with wishes written on the tree to pray for blessings every year, but in these years, except for July and a half and New Year’s Eve every year, no other congregants will come here.”

Zhong Yixiao seemed to have listened, and looked at the sacred tree yearningly. He approached Mo Jiao, and asked again: "It turns out that the sacred tree is enshrined in the temple of the Demon Cult. Is there an allusion to this?"

Mo Jiao said: "It is said that when the first leader passed by here, he thought this place was good. He wandered in the rivers and lakes for many years, wanted to find a place to settle down, and did not want to be restricted by the rules and regulations of the martial arts, so he established his own here. However, he struggled with choosing a name, and with a wave of his hand, he settled on the word Demon Cult."

So many years later, the Devil's Cult has become a veritable Demon's Cult, living up to expectations.

Zhong Yixiao said in surprise: "So the Devil's Cult is called the Devil's Cult? I thought it was because you didn't bother to tell the outside world the name of the Demon's Cult..."

Mo Jiao slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Zhong Yixiao walked around the sacred tree, and when he came back, Mo Jiao was writing in front of the incense table, ready to write on the red silk that had been prepared.

Zhong Yixiao leaned over and saw that he had written on it again eloquently wishing the divine religion to last forever, and suddenly asked: "Will making a wish to the sacred tree really come true?"

Mo Jiao said: "It's just a habit that has been passed down for thousands of years, I don't know if it will work."

Zhong Yixiao curled her lips, looked at the sacred tree and asked, "What kind of tree is this? It has grown for a thousand years and is almost dying."

"The sacred tree is also called dead wood. It is because it has been withered for thousands of years that it has become the belief of so many people."

Mo Jiao picked up the piece of red silk with writing on it, and while waiting for it to dry, he remembered some funny things.

"It is said that dead trees will bloom."

"Huh?" Zhong Yixiao looked at Mo Jiao curiously, his eyes blurred.

Mo Jiao kindly explained to him, "It is said that when the dead tree blooms again in spring, the wishes made here will be favored by the gods, and all wishes will come true."

Zhong Yixiao was stunned for a while when he heard the words, he opened his eyes wide, and waited for Mo Jiaofeng to dry the red silk in his hands, and when Mo Jiao was about to find a place to hang the red silk, he suddenly grabbed Mo Jiao's hand, She asked seriously: "Jiaojiao, can I also write down my wish?"

Mo Jiao paused, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "What wish do you want to make? This dead tree has not bloomed for more than 1000 years, and you still expect it to bloom?"

Zhong Yixiao said: "After the new year, it will be spring."

Mo Jiao knew that he was drunk, but at least he was not too drunk, so he agreed to Zhong Yixiao without any objection.

"Then you write it yourself, and then we hang up the red silk together?"

Zhong Yixiao suddenly smiled, picked up the pen and ink and the red silk, and wrote down his wish on it carefully and piously. Mo Jiao was actually a little curious, but seeing that he was hiding it, he didn't show any intention of going to see it. .

After a while, Zhong Yixiao put down the pen, carefully hid the red silk behind her back, and said to Mo Jiao: "Let's hang it up."

Seeing that he cared so much, Mo Jiao smiled, it was more magnificent and holy than the red silk on the sacred tree.

There was a ladder by the side, Zhong Yixiao insisted on hanging the red silk up with his own hands, so Mo Jiao let him go and handed over his own red silk to him.

But after a while, you're done.

Zhong Yixiao climbed down the ladder and wiped his hands clean, looked at the two extra bright red spots on the tree branch, and suddenly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed.

Mo Jiao watched quietly from the side, Zhong Yixiao hung the red silk very high, he really couldn't see clearly what was written on Zhong Yixiao's red silk from this height.

"We should go back."

After a while, Mo Jiao reminded Zhong Yixiao.

Zhong Yixiao opened a pair of slightly drunken eyes, it was not difficult to see some sluggish movements, slowly lowered his head to look at Mo Jiao, and frowned, and said: "I'm a little dizzy..."

"That drink has a strong aftertaste."

Zhong Yixiao didn't hide anymore when she heard the words, raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and said in a sullen tone, "No wonder I feel dizzy all the time."

Mo Jiao: "...Then let's stay here for a while."

Zhong Yixiao looked at him in a daze, not knowing if he listened or not.

Mo Jiao thought for a while, sighed helplessly, raised his hand to grab Zhong Yixiao's hand, and led him into the warm apse.

The back hall is almost the same as the front hall, except for some simple decorations that are brightly lit, it is empty, but Mo Jiao pulled out two futons in the back hall, and then he and Zhong Yixiao sat down, leaning against each other, Looking at the quiet front of the court, looking at the red silk fluttering on the sacred tree.

Zhong Yixiao was indeed drunk, so drunk that he couldn't help stretching out his hands to tear off his collar, and was shivering all over from the cold, Mo Jiao let him pillow on his lap when he saw this, and used his internal strength to protect him from the cold.

Zhong Yixiao squinted her eyes in comfort, hugged Mo Jiao tightly around her waist, and suddenly called out Mo Jiao's name.

"Jiaojiao..."

Mo Jiao hummed, Zhong Yixiao was silent for a while, and then a soft voice came.

"I'll be waiting for you, you have to come back quickly."

Mo Jiao suddenly stopped.

Later, when Zhong Yixiao fell asleep, Mo Jiao moved him away on tiptoe, stretched his sore and numb legs, and went under the sacred tree. He climbed the ladder and found the red silk that Zhong Yixiao had just hung up. In a single word——

May Mo Jiao return safely and have a good life forever.

The sound of firecrackers came from the bottom of the mountain. From the first sound, a series of fireworks exploded in the sky. The lights below the mountain are still brightly lit, which clearly shows that the new year has begun.

Zhong Yixiao couldn't remember how he got back to his residence. When he woke up, it was still dark, but Mo Jiao was nowhere near the bed. He remembered what day it was, and hurriedly tidied himself up Go out and find someone.

Today is not only the first day of the new year, but also the day when Mo Jiao will leave the Demon Cult.

A few days ago, I told everyone that Mo Jiao was going to leave the Demon Sect to cure the gu, he would go with Elder Mo, the little genius doctor and others, and even Elder Shang would accompany him all the way, but Zhong Yixiao was not allowed to go with him.

It's not that Zhong Yixiao doesn't want to go, it's just that Mo Jiao doesn't want him to go. He never refuses Mo Jiao's words, so he can only promise Mo Jiao and wait for his safe return.

I bumped into He Lanmin on the road, seeing his disheveled appearance also got up in a hurry, the two met in front of Elder Mo's residence, before they could say a word, Mo Jiao's voice came from the door.

"Just right, I don't have to send someone to call you."

I was very drunk yesterday, and the brothers in the church are still asleep this morning, but Elder Mo has already gathered a lot of people here, and everyone who sat at the same table last night is here today.

Senior Sister Mo wore a festive red dress, and when she saw He Lanmin and the two of them, she greeted them with joy, and then each of them had a bunch of copper plates strung together with red strings.

Senior Sister Mo said: "Here, Senior Sister has prepared lucky money for you all, are you happy?"

The left protector next to him whispered: "Could it be too little, only a string of copper plates..."

Senior Sister Mo pretended to be angry and said: "Don't bring it back to me, you are too little..."

The copper coin in his hand was warm and heavy, Zhong Yixiao accepted it helplessly, but felt very warm in his heart, he looked at Mo Jiao, his eyes were filled with reluctance, and after looking at each other for a long time, he just asked Said: "You are ready."

Mo Jiao nodded.

He Lanmin quickly regained consciousness after hearing the words, her eyes turned red, and she said, "Brother, I can't bear to part with you, can I go with you?"

Mo Jiao said, "Good boy."

He Lanmin sniffed, obediently.

Mo Jiao stretched out his hand suddenly and said to Zhong Yixiao, "It's for you."

Zhong Yixiao was stunned for a moment, seeing the exquisite sword tassel lying on the little palm, he had to say that he was very surprised now.

Mo Jiao added calmly: "New Year's gift."

Zhong Yixiao suddenly laughed.

He Lanmin was jealous and said anxiously: "Brother, what about my gift?"

Seeing this, Mo Jiao was helpless, took out another suet jade pendant from his bosom, and handed it to He Lanmin.

"This is Min'er's gift."

He Lanmin smiled immediately, took the jade pendant like a baby, and snorted proudly at Zhong Yixiao, implying that my gift is more valuable than yours, and then smiled sweetly at Mo Jiao: "Thank you brother."

Mo Jiao smiled helplessly.

A group of people sent Mo Jiao and others to the foot of the mountain. It was just dawn and the foot of the mountain was not too noisy.

Mo Jiao talked with He Lanmin for a while, gave some instructions to the right protector, and whispered a few words to senior sister Mo, but when Zhong Yixiao was about to leave, Mo Jiao didn't call him.

Elder Mo and the little genius doctor went to wait beside the carriage, Zhong Yixiao looked anxiously, and called to stop Mo Jiao, Mo Jiao turned his head, still looking at him calmly.

Zhong Yixiao stepped forward, knelt down in front of Mo Jiao, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, hid his fragile neck, and said: "I will wait for you to come back on the mountain."

Mo Jiao nodded and said: "I have already asked Xiao Jing to take care of you. Min'er will return to Beijing to resume her job after a while. If you are not used to staying on the mountain, you can go back to Xianyun Manor first."

Zhong Yixiao frowned and said, "I won't leave until you come back."

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Mo Jiao didn't say anything, but looked a little evasive, but his hand was held by Zhong Yixiao, and then he stuffed a small warm thing.

Mo Jiao looked puzzled, and there was a small jade rabbit on the palm of his hand. The overall carving was not very delicate, but the overall was smooth. It is not difficult to see from the details that the person who carved it was very careful.

Zhong Yixiao said seriously: "I heard that you are a rabbit. I have been carving this little jade rabbit last month, but the color is not very good, and the carving is not good enough, so don't be disgusted with it?"

Speaking of it, Zhong Yixiao didn't believe that such a domineering person like Mo Jiao actually belonged to the rabbit, a soft little white rabbit.

Mo Jiao was obviously surprised, looking at the little jade rabbit in the palm of his hand, he was a little at a loss.

Zhong Yixiao blinked again and added, "New Year's gift."

Mo Jiao laughed, but the smile was a bit forced, after a while, he nodded slowly, and replied: "It's very beautiful, thank you."

Zhong Yixiao said: "As long as you like it, you must come back safely."

Mo Jiao nodded again with an unnatural expression, and was about to leave, but the moment he turned around, he suddenly turned his head back, and quickly pressed a kiss on Zhong Yixiao's cheek, suppressing the uneasiness for a long time made his voice Trembling slightly, then rang in Zhong Yixiao's ears——

"Zhong Yixiao, I'm sorry."