[Main Sword Three] Bloody Frost

Lin Yu and Kong Zhen returned to Luoyan City with the sneaky Mu Xuanying, and they were greeted by Xie Yuan's dark face.

"Xuanying, how can you be so reckless after recovering from a serious injury?! How does your body feel? Are you injured? Where are little brother Ming and Daoist Su who went with you, but returned to Chunyang?"

Maomao was dizzy from a series of questions asked by League Leader Xie, and shrank his head because of his own mistakes, and smiled shyly: "Well... I'm fine, Uncle Xie, brother Ah Ran is fine, it's just that he's been out for too long, I was afraid that his master would be worried, so I went back with his senior brother."

Seeing the child's slightly lonely look, Xie Yuan sighed, "Have you met your companion since then?"

"Well, brother Xiaoyu is safe and sound, and he even worshiped a master! It's a pity that they don't want to come to the Haoqi League with me." Suddenly, Mao Mao felt a little uncomfortable, and his face was slightly depressed.

Seeing him like this, Leader Xie felt very sorry for this nephew and future apprentice. He stroked his hair and comforted him: "Who did your brother worship as a teacher? Uncle will take you to find him in a few days."

Mao Mao scratched his cheeks, and said shyly: "I... don't know that uncle, but he is very powerful, and he saved brother A Ran! He is an uncle in white clothes, with long hair and a beard, by the way , He also has a jade flute on his body."

Hearing his description like this, Xie Yuan's eyelids twitched, why do you feel that this description is familiar?No, no, there are so many similar people in this world, how could it be that guy!Oh, coincidence, it must be a coincidence!

Leader Xie deluded himself and put this question behind him, but unfortunately, within a few months, reality slapped him hard, which hurt his face so much.

"Xuanying, you are not in good health. You must be very tired after driving for such a long time. Go and rest first. Your little brother, if there is any news, my uncle will let you know."

Maomao smiled brightly, "Then thank you uncle, Xuanying will leave."

Heartbroken...why is it still Uncle Xie? !Xie Yuan refused in his heart, if he didn't call him master, he should at least call him uncle!By the way, he has not formally proposed to accept Xuanying as a disciple...

Watching his nephew walk out of his sight, Xie Yuan was speechless for a moment, then rubbed the space between his brows, he has been so forgetful recently, could it be that he is really old?

Maomao didn't go back to his room to rest, but walked out of the Haoqi League, and returned to Nanping Mountain again, where his father's tomb stood in Xiaochuan.Sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, the young man was unhappy, and began to ramble on to his father's tombstone.

"...I was too careless before. I knew that Daoxiang Village suffered catastrophe because of the "Kong Ming Jue", but I was still so reckless. Brother Xiaoyu must have been frightened when he saw me jumping down, and he almost hurt brother Aran We are dead together. Dad, I am so useless, I can’t even practice this cheat book well. This trip to Daoxiang Village was almost delayed again. Fortunately, brother Xiaoyu’s master saved us, otherwise brother Aran might be hurt again. Seriously injured. I jumped off Ziyuan Mountain on impulse. I thought that brother Xiaoyu could escape. Brother Aran was right. I was too naive. Those people chased after "Kong Ming Jue", How could I let brother Xiaoyu who knew well...I'm so stupid..." The boy became more and more frustrated as he spoke, leaning his head against the tombstone dejectedly, obviously in a very depressed mood.

At this time, slight footsteps sounded from behind him, and Mao Mao immediately turned his head to look vigilantly.

"Little brother, are you the son of 'Renjian' Mu Tianlei?" The mysterious man wearing a veiled hat stood not far from him, with a kind tone.

Mao Mao looked confused, who is this person?

"I'm Mu Xuanying, who are you, uncle?"

He was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you like swords?"

The boy looked at his father's grave and replied, "I want to be a hero with integrity and righteousness like my father!"

An upright and benevolent hero... This child has clear eyes and firm eyes. He is obviously a very determined person. It would be no harm if there is one more person like this in the Jianghu.

The mysterious man handed out a book, "This is for you, but I hope you will burn it after remembering it, and don't tell the third person about it."

Maomao took the book in a daze, and suddenly his eyes widened, ""Kong Ming Jue"?!"

"This is just a part, I think, it will be very suitable for you. I will stay here for a while recently, if there is anything I don't understand, feel free to ask." Let me see how far you can go .

Under the dual guidance of Xie Yuan and the mysterious man, Mu Xuanying officially started his path of martial arts.

Mo Yu followed Wang Yifeng all the way to Jinshui Town, and while walking, he practiced the secret mind of the world of mortals.Since he practiced the secrets of the world of mortals, the number of Mo Yu's attacks has gradually decreased, and he can even control some of his actions when he is insane. His consciousness is no longer completely lethargic, and his martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds.

Wang Yifeng nodded secretly while teaching, Mo Yu is indeed the most suitable disciple of Hongchen's line of martial arts, and his progress speed is far faster than the two disciples he accepted before, and his progress is not at all inferior to his back then.

After the two masters and apprentices arrived in Jinshui Town, they found that there were many people from the rivers and lakes in the town, and most of them were from Badao Villa and Tangmen.Thinking about the rumors he overheard, Mo Yu remained silent. It seems that the second senior brother was chased by someone. No wonder the master was blocked when he came to rescue him.However, although they are from the same school, they don't know each other, so Mo Yu didn't take this matter to heart.

His world is small, people he doesn't care about, life and death have nothing to do with him.

Wang Yifeng frowned suddenly, "I'll take a step first, and you will follow."

The white figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, Mo Yu didn't care, and walked in the direction where Wang Yifeng disappeared.

By the time he arrived at his destination, the ground had already collapsed.Besides his master, there were still three people who could still stand, two women and one man.

"Master, you are here, this disciple misses you so much!" The man in golden clothes looked at Wang Yifeng with eyes full of surprise and admiration.The seemingly weak woman beside him was looking at a corpse on the ground and weeping in a low voice.

"Ding Ding, Ye Fan, leave with me. Mo Yu follows." Noticing the arrival of the little disciple, Wang Yifeng said calmly.

Ye Fan supported Tang Xiaowan and comforted him: "Okay, Xiaowan, don't cry, he did this to save you, your brother will be sad when he sees it, let's go."

Then, Mo Yu watched the woman leaning against Ye Fan's arms and cried a few more times before leaving...

Although he didn't see the beginning, Mo Yu still found it quite interesting. How many times did she cry when her brother died to save her?At least the body should be settled, right?

Thinking of the relationship between him and Maomao Aran, he suddenly feels ashamed of these two.Forget it, anyway, they won't see each other very often, for the sake of their teachers being from the same school, their tempers are at odds and it's a big deal to stay away from each other.

Wang Yifeng never cared about nosy things, even saving Mo Yu and Ming Feiran had a reason, so how could he care about the funeral of the dead, he would not remind Ye Fan and Tang Xiaowan.

Mo Yu shook his head, his footsteps paused slightly as he passed by the Tang Sect man on the ground, it seemed that this man was still alive?

He casually took out a blood-enriching pill and a bottle of wound medicine, stuffed the blood-enriching pill into Tang Wule's mouth, and threw the wound medicine in his hand.The black-haired boy said coldly: "It's up to you whether you live or die. If you don't want to die, get up by yourself."

After that, he left.

Tang Wule didn't completely lose consciousness, he could hear the conversation between Tang Xiaowan and Ye Fan clearly, seeing her really leave like this, disregarding his life and death, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This is the little sister he has loved for many years... Heh, I am really blind.

But he never expected that this stranger, who was obviously related to Ye Fan, would find that he was not dead yet, and even casually fed him a elixir.Although Tang Wule is domineering in Tangjiabao, he is also a temperament that loves life and evil desires death, otherwise he would not have fallen to the present situation because of Tang Xiaowan.

Mo Yu saved his life today, and he will definitely repay this kindness in the future.

As for Tang Xiaowan... from now on, whatever you like to do is your business, life or death, it has nothing to do with me.

After trying his best to release the signal flare, Tang Wule, who was exhausted, lay there quietly waiting for the nearby disciples of the Tang Sect to come to meet him.

After Mo Yu caught up, Wang Yifeng glanced at him slightly, but said nothing.What Mo Yu wants to do is his business, he will not ask too much, just like Ye Fan took Tang Xiaowan to elope all over the world without saying anything to him, Wang Yifeng is not such a nosy person, but he is not so busy. Mo Yu was slightly surprised by his actions.

Mo Yu didn't explain either, he just thought that if no one saw the seriously injured Ah Ran and Mao Mao when he was in Ziyuan Mountain, and he didn't want to save him, then what he saw at the bottom of the cliff would not be Broken swords and lonely shoes, but their cold corpses.

The disciple of the Tang Sect who was abandoned by his sister and lay dying on the ground made him look sideways for a moment, remembering his own madness and despair back then, that's why he conveniently gave him a medicine, not out of soft-heartedness.

Mo Yu, who has experienced enough lessons, can be soft-hearted towards innocent and simple people, but he will never leave his soft-heartedness to those people in the world.

Because the previous act of forcibly practicing kung fu prolongs his recuperation time again, Ming Feiran was escorted all the way back to the mountain gate by Su Tianbai, and was put under strict surveillance.

Seeing the appearance of the three disciples, Li Wangsheng actually felt very distressed. Feiran always acted so impulsively, and sooner or later he would harm others and himself.

Before he fully recovered from his injuries, Ming Feiran couldn't even take half a step out of Zuowang Peak.

Ming Feiran, who knew he had made a mistake, obediently entered Zuowang Peak, without the slightest intention of obediently obsequious.Master is also worried that he will be like this, he is not a person who does not know good and bad.

As for Su Tianbai, after being reprimanded (the elder sister glared at her: I can't protect my junior brother around you!), he was fined to instruct new disciples for three months.

But Ming Feiran was very grateful that he did not tell about Mo Yu, otherwise Master Qi would have forced them to sever contact.

Yu Rui understood that the senior brother in charge was not really angry, so after a few days of silence, he took his big apprentice Yu Zhuocheng and quietly went to Zuowang Peak to visit his junior nephew.

Xiao Feiran must be very bored in Zuowangfeng alone, and he will be very happy to send his apprentice to play with him. I am indeed a good uncle (have you considered your apprentice's feelings)!

The Taoist nun in white praised herself in her heart, and then Shi Shiran stepped into Ming Feiran's confinement.

"Xiao Feiran, my uncle is here to see you~"

People arrived before the sound of arrival, and as soon as he heard the voice of the Fourth Master Uncle, Ming Feiran reflexively wanted to run.No way, Yu Rui's hobby of watching him change his face hasn't changed in ten years...

"Fourth Martial Uncle." With a slumped face, the silver-haired Taoist priest said seriously, "I'm not young anymore, can I remove the word 'small'?"

"No." Rejecting his nephew's expectation, Yu Rui said with a smile: "I haven't reached the crown yet, Xiao Feiran is still a child."

Ming Feiran blinked, and shifted his gaze to the senior brother behind Yu Rui, I'm sorry, senior brother.

"Senior Brother Yu is not yet at the top. How can Fourth Senior Uncle treat one more than another? Obviously Senior Brother Yu is Fourth Senior Uncle's direct disciple."

Yu Zhuocheng looked incredulously at the little junior brother in front of him who always had a sparse expression, he never thought you were such a junior brother!It was hard for me to get rid of Master's bad taste, it's really unkind for my junior brother to do this!

'A dead fellow Taoist is not dead to a poor Taoist, let alone she is your master. ’ Conveying his meaning with his eyes expressionlessly, the silver-haired Taoist leader obviously didn’t want to be the only one to fall into the trap.

"Brother Ming, you..."

Yu Rui watched the eye contact between the two seniors with great interest, and she was also very interested in Beng Beng's apprentice's gentle mask.So, she said kindly: "Xiao Feiran is right, the uncle brought Xiao Cheng here today to relieve your boredom, are you happy?"

Xiao Cheng...

Yu Zhuocheng almost couldn't hold back that gentle face of a male god (self-appointed by the younger sisters), Master, your bad taste has been the same for ten years, and it only increases and does not decrease.

"Ahem!" Ming Feiran, whose eyes wandered for a moment, avoided Senior Brother Yu's gaze and said with a lack of confidence: "Thank you for the kindness of Fourth Senior Uncle and Senior Brother Yu, but Feiran should have been punished, and confinement is a matter of course. Please also ask the uncle and brother to go back."

Yu Rui sighed, the little nephew is always so young and mature, except for his two little friends, he has almost never been impulsive.The only time was when he made a request to go down the mountain with his senior brother.This is also Ming Feiran's only waywardness in the past ten years.

Although he was injured when he went down the mountain this time, his life was saved and his foundation was not damaged. Yu Rui thought it was a good experience.You know pain when you are hurt, and repentance when you make mistakes.Presumably, Ming Feiran will not make the same mistake again.

"Since that's the case, Feiran, you'll be able to heal your wounds. I know you won't give up on your studies. The sect leader is busy with his affairs. If you have any questions, please ask Cang Yu to bring me a letter."

"Feiran understands, thank you Fourth Martial Uncle."

When Yu Rui took Yu Zhuocheng to leave, he looked back at the lonely figure with silver hair like snow, so cold in the Chunyang Palace where the snow never melted all year round.

"Zhuo Cheng, do you know why my teacher brought you here?"

"Disciple... I don't know." Yu Zhuocheng has been worshiped under Yu Rui's sect for many years, and many times, he can't understand his celestial and beautiful master.She seems to be vicious and likes to tease people, but in fact she often has other deep meanings.

"Although you have not reached the championship, but with your progress, you can go down the mountain in at most two years." Yu Rui looked far away, as if thinking of something, "The Haoqi League is a place where high-level disciples of all major schools must go through. Although it has begun to take shape, the seven stars are not yet complete, and the number of masters in the Valley of the Evil is still not as good as that. There is no need to be soft-hearted for the young people in Xiaoxiao."

After all, Chunyang is the state religion, how can there be no place in Haoqi League.

"Disciple understands, please rest assured, Master."

As the eldest disciple of Chunyang's third generation of disciples, Yu Zhuocheng has never disappointed Li Wangsheng and others.

The author has something to say: Difficult, I feel that the timeline is not logical... I can only arrange it according to Xiange's own ideas.