Confuse the world every day

Qin Jian raised his head and interrupted: "Your eye saw me and senior brother, Gou... well, how can there be such shameless things in the world, I am not ashamed to say this word..."

Master Huang He looked at Qin Jian and squinted his eyes: "Hmph, pretending!"

Qin Jiandao: "How dare you, dare to ask Huang He... Real man, which eye did you see that my brother and I were not in proper manners??"

"Of course both eyes saw it!"

Qin Jian chuckled: "There are six eyes present, what's the use of seeing only two eyes, others don't believe it! If you are not convinced, I can help you ask: Brother, do you believe it?"

Mo Ranxi shook his head: "Natural stone doesn't believe it."

Master Huang He's beard trembled in anger: "Absurd words! What eyes? The old man clearly saw it!"

Qin Jian smiled firmly: "Then who can prove that you saw it?" Qin Jian looked back at Mo Ranxi: "Did you see it, brother?"

Mo Ranxi looked at Qin Jian, "I didn't see it."

Qin Jian spread his hands: "We didn't see it, only the Yellow Crane... You saw it, real man, is it because your old eyes are dim?"

Immortal Huang He just wanted to refute, Qin Jian continued, "You have two eyes, we add up the two, that's four eyes. We didn't see any brothers struggling, but we did see Ting Jiange Pavilion master stealing other people's sects. The sword of the door has moved, do you believe it or not?"

Master Huang He said furiously, "Bold!"

Qin Jian said directly: "Yes, it is quite bold. You said that if I go out and say that I have an affair with my senior brother, let alone whether others believe it or not! Think about it, if I go out and say that the master of Jiange Pavilion, Huang He, is real, Wearing a blue robe and holding a flying sword, he hid behind the rockery where Tianyuan Jianzong practiced swords. In the early morning, he secretly learned other people's sword moves and was caught by Tianyuan Jianzong's people, who even chopped off a corner of the rock behind Tianyuan Jianzong. ..."

Every time Qin Jian said a word, Huang He's face became ugly. Qin Jian's words were true and detailed, which was much more detailed than Huang He's dry words of his senior brother.

"Tell me, is it that others believe what you say, or do others believe what I say is full of affection, time, place, and people?" Qin Jian looked back at Huang He: "I am just Tianyuan Jianzong. A little-known apprentice, you are the master of the Jiange pavilion, if you go out and say that there are brothers and sisters in the Tianyuan Jianzong, can you answer when someone asks who you are?"

Huang He's face turned yellow with anger, he had never seen such a shameless person.

"But if I tell you, if someone asks me that the one who peeked at the sword moves is really listening to the Lord of the Jiange Pavilion, I can really tell you about your clothes, your voice and your appearance." Qin Jian remained expressionless, But what he said was more annoying than life: "And it is absolutely accurate. I can even tell you what color is embroidered on your shoes. The most important thing is that I can also write these into Duan Zi, hire people to go to the market, the city, and the gates of the major sects to tell stories for free every day."

Qin Jian's words made Mo Ranxi beside him dumbfounded, Qin Jian looked at Huang He's words more and more unscrupulously, and he said: "You said, is it the reputation of Jiange that is important to you, or the reputation of my little apprentice? "

Huang He was so angry that his hands were shaking!

"Old man, this old man can't beat you!" Huang He was so angry that he pointed at the piano and sword, trembling.

"You're welcome." Qin Jian bowed again and said, "The kung fu of using red lips and white teeth to frame people is not as good as late life in front of the pavilion master~ I am willing to bow down, and I am definitely not as good as the pavilion master!"

Master Huang He was really angry at Qin Jian and vomited blood.

"The pavilion master is still leaving?" Qin Jian glanced at Huang He, and said: "When I let you eat, or do you have to write a book and sell it to give speeches everywhere?"

Huang He brushed his sleeves and galloped away angrily. Mo Ranxi watched him tighten his hand holding the Changfeng Sword.

"Why didn't you let me chop him?"

Qin Jian put away the sword in his hand and said: "What's the use of chopping him? This old man deliberately framed us like this. If you hacked him, you would be happy. Are you sure you can kill him?"

Mo Ranxi was taken aback for a moment, although he himself was already in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but facing the Yellow Crane in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, he was really not sure that he would be able to leapfrog and kill him!

"Brother, I can see that his skill is higher than yours." Qin Jian looked at Mo Ranxi, who taught him swordsmanship. If it was as good as Huang He's skill, he wouldn't realize it after teaching swordsmanship Huang He took a peek, "You are not sure that you can kill him when you are fighting with him. If you are really in a hurry, it is not impossible for him to kill you and me with serious injuries."

Mo Ranxi wanted to refute, but he felt that he had no excuse to refute.If the matter developed to that point, Huang He might really fight to kill himself and his junior before the master and uncles arrived, and then there would be no proof.

It's ridiculous that I still said that I want to protect my junior...

"My brother is right."

Mo Diancang came out from the woods behind him, looked at Mo Ranxi, and sighed: "You are too impulsive."

Mo Ranxi immediately lowered her head after being criticized by her elder brother.

"I don't blame senior brother." Qin Jian was very to the point, "Senior brother was also rushed by this old man at that time."

Mo Diancang still said: "He is practicing the way of killing and cutting swordsmanship. The impulse to kill and attack is the biggest demon in your heart. You should pay attention to it."

Qin Jian looked at Mo Ranxi who was silent, and immediately changed the subject: "When did Senior Brother Mo come?"

Of course, Mo Diancang could see Qin Jian's secret intention to protect Mo Ranxi, so he replied unambiguously: "I sensed Ranxi's sword energy, so I rushed over. After I arrived, I listened for a while, and sent a message to the master and the others." Sound Yudie, let them rest assured." After thinking for a while, Mo Diancang said to Qin Jian: "You are doing well."

Qin Jian said a little unnaturally: "The art of the market, it's just a rogue."

Mo Ranxi looked at Qin Jian: "Don't underestimate it."

Qin Jian looked serious for a while: "Okay."

Mo Diancang looked at the two of them silently, and said suddenly: "Junior Brother, I will wait for you in Jianzong Forest in the afternoon, don't forget your piano lessons." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Mo Ranxi: "Master told us to wait for you in Jianzong Forest. Wait in the main hall." After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Mo Ranxi looked at Qin Jian, then at his elder brother, put the Changfeng Sword into the scabbard and inserted it behind his back, and left with Mo Diancang.

Qin Jian looked at the Mo brothers, and suddenly saw a huge wooden horse floating over the Sword Washing Pond on the other side of the sect.

What the fuck? !

Troy is this? ?

He looked carefully, and there was a large character written with a sharp pen on the wooden horse: ink.

... Mohists?

Qin Jian didn't know what was going on in his mind, and suddenly remembered what Xiao Yan secretly said to him in the hall that day, senior brother Mo and senior senior brother seem to be branches of the Mo family...

Qin Jian stood there silently thinking for a while, then smiled silently, then turned and left.

Qin Jian's afternoon has already made an appointment with Mo Diancang to meet in Jian Zonglin.When Qinjian arrived at Jianzong Forest, he saw Mo Diancang standing in front of the bamboo forest, waiting for him.

A gentleman is like a bamboo, moving with the wind.

A xylophone and a furnace of sandalwood have already been placed on the stone beside it.There are two side-by-side futons placed in front of the piano body.

Mo Diancang was right in front of the qin, his blue hair was swaying in the wind, and the light-colored gown on his body was also swaying in the wind.This is not knowing what he was thinking, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the bamboo in front of him, a gust of wind blew up, and the bamboo rustled.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Mo Diancang's voice brought Qin Jian back to his thoughts, and Qin Jian immediately stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, senior brother."

Mo Diancang tilted his head slightly and said: "Junior Brother and I are too polite." Then he said in a low voice: "Junior Brother is not so polite to Ran Xi."

Qin Jian was stunned by Mo Diancang's question for a while, and really didn't know how to answer.

"It's okay." Mo Diancang shook his head with a smile: "I'm just joking."

……

Qin Jian looked at Mo Diancang, and felt that Senior Mo today was a bit strange.

Is it because the Mohists came?

"Junior brother also knows about the Mo family?" Mo Diancang, who was sitting on the futon, looked at Qin Jian, which made Qin Jian realize that he asked the question in his heart suddenly.

"Ah," Qin Jian said vaguely, "I heard it a little bit."

Mo Diancang nodded: "The Mohist family has great achievements, and the puppet technique is even more ingenious. It is not surprising that the younger brother will know." Mo Diancang looked at Qin Jian's expressionless face, and suddenly said: "The younger brother also knows What, let's talk about it."

The words of Mo Diancang, who is really incompatible, made Qin Jian feel that he didn't know what to say.

Mo Diancang gently plucked the strings with his own spiritual power: "Talk about it, just treat us as brothers and sisters having a heart-to-heart conversation."

Qin Jian felt a little on pins and needles.

"I know that the senior brother and the senior brother are both branches of the Mohist school." Qin Jian could only be vague, he could feel that the arrival of the Mohist family made Mo Diancang feel very bad. "Did senior brother have a festival with the Mo family?"

Mo Diancang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Festival? That's right."

Qin Jian stopped making a sound, he looked at Mo Diancang, knowing that Mo Diancang wanted to express his inner depression.

"I am a side branch of the Mohist family from Ranxi. When we were young, we knew that we were different from the main Mohist family, and all the branch families were just appendages of the main family." Mo Diancang looked at the sandalwood beside the piano and recalled .

"The Mohists have passed down the puppet art from generation to generation. What they pay attention to is that people are puppets, and puppets are people. It is not easy to make puppets, not only the materials, but also the design and various mechanisms. It is said that if you make a fairy-level puppet, you can not only It is comparable to a real person, and if a master of puppet art cultivates it, this puppet can still give birth to spiritual wisdom."

What the hell!

Qin Jian felt a little weird!

I'm sorry, I watched puppet horror movies when I was young, but now I still get hairy when I see puppet and so on.

"However, there are already eight generations of Mohist puppets who haven't made immortals, and even the next-level top-ranked puppets are rare." Mo Diancang smiled: "My father, although he is a branch of the Mohist family, is a puppet. He is also very specialized in the technique."

"20 years ago, Mo Jinghui, the current patriarch of the Mohist family, took over as the patriarch. He has been studying the puppet technique for three years. For this reason, he specially summoned his father to go to the family to develop it, but that night..."

Qin Jian immediately pricked up his ears.

"The Mo family secretly executed my father on the grounds that my father made a puppet and went crazy, and killed my mother to make a puppet with humans."

Qin Jian shivered violently.

I knew that when the puppet was mentioned, nothing good would happen!