Tread thousands of dust

Mo Fengyi didn't want to go to class later, but that day he was tortured by Gongsun Songli, so he went to the Martial Arts Hall to meet the teacher who had practiced martial arts moves.

Mo Fengyi stood in the courtyard with them, still holding the sword in his arms, standing bored, and asked Gongsun Songli: "Why do we practice martial arts together? Aren't we all divided into courtyards?"

Gongsun Songli looked very happy: "In fact, we were not together at first. The third prince didn't want to come to the palace today. But the Thunder Moon Festival is coming soon. The teacher wanted to teach us something new together, so he called all People. I finally have to wait until the Thunder Moon Festival, and I can finally stop going to school and eat something!"

Mo Fengyi rolled his eyes at him, but Ling Ziming next to him was also curious: "Thunder Moon Festival?"

Gongsun Songli nodded sharply at her: "Yes, Sister Ling, every July [-]nd is the Thunder Moon Festival, don't you guys pass it?"

Ling Ziming shook his head: "I just heard that I vaguely remember that I still had festivals when my father was there, but not anymore."

Gongsun Songli said excitedly: "Sister Ling, I will take you to play with me this Thunder Moon Festival. The festival in the imperial city is really fun."

Ling Ziming smiled, turned his head and said to Mo Fengyi: "Okay, brother, are you with us?"

Mo Fengyi also tilted his head: "Don't you plan to take me with you?"

Ling Ziming curled his lips and said: "Don't you like to join in the fun?"

"Tch, I don't like to join in the fun, but the whole world is celebrating, how can I cheer you up?" Mo Feng looked sideways at the silent Xun Can and said, "What about you?"

Xun Can was indifferent, he hadn't reconciled with Mo Feng yet, he just said: "Every year is the same, it's not interesting."

Songli immediately came over: "Brother! Why don't you go! Don't you go to Leiyue Temple with me every year to pray for blessings? Don't you plan to accompany me this year? That's impossible! My father said... ..."

Xun Can was confused by his quarrel: "Go, I must go, can I do without you?"

Mo Feng on the side laughed until he trembled.

Xun Can's originally stern face softened a lot.

Ling Ziming looked at Mo Fengyi's happy face: "Brother, do you still remember the Thunder Moon Festival in the imperial city?"

Mo Feng nodded and said: "Naturally, this Thunder Moon Festival is the busiest in the Imperial City, and other places are more for celebrating the Spring Festival. Because the most important thing is to go to the Thunder Moon Temple to pray for blessings, only the Imperial City There is Thunder Moon Temple, so although it is celebrated locally, it does not have the atmosphere of the imperial city. We are in the rivers and lakes, and we will not celebrate this Thunder Moon Festival."

Ling Ziming blinked bright eyes: "Then I must go, it's fun, isn't it very lively?"

Mo Fengyi was very happy now, and said: "Of course, there will be lanterns and festoons, I'm afraid the New Year is not so lively."

Ling Ziming was constantly curious and kept asking Mo Fengyi about the Thunder Moon Festival.

While the few people were talking, Mo Fengyi saw a burly man walking towards the courtyard. This man was very strong, with a beard and narrow eyes, and he was holding a long machete in his hand.

Mo Fengyi silently said to the talkative young man beside him: "Songli, you didn't tell me that your teacher is so strong."

Gongsun Songli thought for a while: "Really? Need to say?"

"..."

Wen Yanhuai walked up to Mo Fengyi: "You, go there."

He pointed to the center of the courtyard.

Mo Fengyi curled his lips and smiled: "Hehe, teacher, do you know me? I am not in good health. I had a fever a few days ago."

Wen Yanhuai didn't give him a chance to refute, so he raised his knife and said, "That's fine, since you don't want to go there, then stay here."

After saying that, he swung his knife and slashed at Mo Fengyi. Mo Fengyi turned around and avoided it. .

Mo Feng staggered to the corner: "Teacher Wen, I just came here, isn't it good for you?"

Wen Yanhuai's voice was loud, and he shouted, his face trembling three times: "Stop talking nonsense! Let me see your skills."

Mo Fengyi lifted his feet and flew onto the roof, shouting: "Hey! None of you will help me! I will really die in a while!"

Xun Can said with a smile: "We are all like this. He will test your foundation when you first come here."

Gongsun Songli also shouted: "Brother Mo! Come down and let the teacher see your martial arts. We want to see it too!"

Jiang Mang just came to the courtyard, looked at the person in the room and asked Ling Ziming, "Is that your brother?"

Ling Ziming didn't expect Jiang Mang to be there too: "Yes, Your Royal Highness, why are you here?"

Jiang Mang was a little unnatural, with evasive eyes: "Young Master Gongsun and I are together, in the same academy, but I don't practice martial arts, so I don't need to come today, but I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will also come today."

Seeing that her eyes were shining brightly, Ling Ziming smiled softly and said, "Princess, aren't you... Prince Xinyue?"

Jiang Mang panicked: "Zi Ming! Don't talk nonsense! I just think that His Highness the Crown Prince is handsome, both civil and military... er..."

Ling Ziming stopped her: "Okay, if you like it, you like it, what's the matter?"

Jiang Mang tugged at her sleeve: "Zi Ming!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it."

It was a coincidence that Shu Qiyun just entered the door at this time, and Jiang Mang's eyes seemed to be locked when he entered the door.

He walked in front of the two of them: "Miss Ziming, princess of Yunxi."

Ling Ziming saluted him: "Hello, Your Royal Highness."

Shu Qiyun looked at the people in the courtyard who were overtaken by Wen Yanhuai, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ling Ziming looked at the lithe figure with a bit of a smile: "General Wen intends to test my brother, but my brother just doesn't make a move. No, he is pressed every step of the way, so he can only go around in circles in the courtyard."

Shu Qiyun was curious: "Why is he unwilling to make a move?"

Ling Ziming smiled and said: "My brother is like this, he doesn't like to fight with others. His Royal Highness, it is not an option to continue like this, can I trouble you to help my brother out?"

Shu Qiyun smiled helplessly and shook his head: "He is so ignorant, and you need to worry about my sister, okay."

Ling Ziming nodded lightly: "Thank you, Prince!"

Shu Qiyun stepped forward and bowed to Wen Yanhuai: "General Wen, the hour is approaching today, so entanglement has no result, I think Mr. Mo's skill is not bad, why don't you just let him go."

Seeing that it was the prince, Wen Yanhuai had no choice but to give up: "Since the prince said it, forget it, I see that his lightness kung fu is good, let's go to class first."

Mo Fengyi was tired from running, so he took a breath.

Xun Can's face was sullen again: "If His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't help you out? Are you going to keep going around in circles with the teacher?"

Mo Feng smiled and said: "He won't, he doesn't have that leisurely mind. At first he planned to test me, but then he was tired, and the crown prince also gave him a step down."

"Quiet me!" Wen Yanhuai gave Mo Fengyi a fierce look, as if he was going to gouge out his blood.After Mo Fengyi was shouted and stared at by him, the hot sweat on his body immediately cooled down.

He cleared his throat again: "Today, everyone saw that I brought a knife, does anyone recognize it?"

"Miao Dao," Xun Can said.

Wen Yanhuai nodded: "Yes, it is the Miao Dao, that is, the long knife, five feet long, the blade is three feet eight inches long, and the handle is one foot two inches. Soft guns are similar.”

Xiang Qianrong didn't think so, how could this kind of knife compare with his soft gun?

Wen Yanhuai looked at another person: "Mo Fengyi, the way you dodged just now shows that you also know this kind of knife, and even know it very well. Have you learned how to use it?"

Mo Fengyi raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "How is it possible? Everyone knows that we people in the world use swords, how could I know how to use a sword? Teacher, do you think that I am so talented that I can learn everything?"

Wen Yanhuai rolled his eyes at him: "Don't pretend to be smart, I also come from Jianghu. Although people in Jianghu are good at using swords, they can also use other things. Using swords is not a rule, but a habit."

Mo Feng looked at his hand with distaste: "I've never heard of this kind of knife. It's too long, so it's not easy to use."

Wen Yanhuai didn't bother to talk to him anymore: "It won't do you any harm to learn more."

After finishing speaking, he continued to introduce the usage of this knife.

Jiang Mang, Ling Ziming and other ladies all sat in the side hall.

Jiang Mang was bored: "Zi Ming, they are practicing swords today, do you know how to use swords?"

Ling Ziming flipped through the military book, and replied: "I don't know how, but my brother has practiced."

Jiang Mang asked curiously: "Isn't he from the Jianghu? He also practiced swords?"

Ling Ziming nodded: "He has not only practiced, but also practiced very well, and not only knows knives, he has been in contact with all kinds of weapons since he was a child. He is proficient in knives, guns, sticks, axes, forks and forks."

Jiang Mang was stunned: "So powerful? I just saw that he didn't make any moves. I thought it was because he was not good at martial arts, and I was afraid that he would lose his father's face."

Ling Ziming was very proud: "My brother is amazing. There were many people who competed with him before, and none of them won. They were all beaten by him so that they never dared to go to Pan Xiaotai again."

Jiang Mang felt even more strange: "Then why didn't he make a move? You can show it well."

Ling Ziming thought for a while: "My brother has always been like this. He doesn't like to compete with others, and my uncle doesn't like him to go out to fight. Those martial arts competitions before were compulsory for everyone in the martial arts. He couldn't refuse to go, maybe he was afraid of causing trouble. Bar."

Jiang Mang was indifferent for a while, and then slowly said in a low voice: "Zi Ming, what I've always wanted to ask is, aren't you from an official family? Why are you with him? How did he become your brother?"

Ling Ziming pursed his lips, looked at the upright young men in the yard, turned around and said: "Princess, you also know that my father was the governor of Jianzhou, and he and his mother died in the flood that year. Uncle and father are My friend, he had just resigned from office and wandered around, passed by Jianzhou, rescued me, and took me away to Pan Xiaotai."

Although Ling Ziming was reluctant to recall the past, since Jiang Zhi's question was not malicious, she was reluctant to answer it.

Jiang Mang looked at her, hesitated and asked again: "How could it be such a coincidence? He happened to pass by during the flood?"

Ling Ziming shook his head: "Uncle said that he originally planned to go to Jianzhou to visit my father, but God failed, he only found me in the shallows."

Jiang Mang continued to ask: "Then why did you call him uncle? Aren't you his adopted daughter?"

Ling Ziming smiled when he heard it: "I originally called him Master, but my uncle never practiced martial arts, let alone taught me. My martial arts was also taught by Mr. Suhuige Yufan. Later, it was my uncle himself who asked me to call him that." .”

Jiang Mang was surprised: "He never practiced martial arts? The leader of the Wenyu League doesn't know martial arts?"

Ling Ziming explained to her: "Of course not. According to legend in the martial arts world, he was the number one swordsman in Jianghu when he was young, and he was invincible all over the world... It was only after he became the leader that he stopped practicing martial arts, and he did not accept any Martial arts competitions, so my brother took over those martial arts competitions."

Jiang Mang nodded thoughtfully: "Well, that leader is really interesting, so he didn't teach your brother martial arts?"

"My brother can be regarded as a teacher of hundreds of schools. Many masters in the world have taught him. He has been running around since he was a child, and he learned a lot of things from this mountain to that cave." Ling Ziming really thinks that his brother is very powerful. Mo Fengyi has indeed practiced martial arts in many places, and has learned many different moves.

The more Jiang Mang thought about it, the more he felt amazing: "So he is not a disciple of any family? But if he is not a disciple, why are those gentlemen willing to teach him their own unique skills?"

Ling Ziming was even more proud: "Maybe it's because of my uncle, or it's because my brother is already talented and intelligent. Those gentlemen are optimistic about him and think he will become a great tool, so I'm willing to teach him."

Jiang Mang also looked towards the outer courtyard: "He's really good, I haven't heard of anyone in the Jianghu who doesn't have a master's sect."

Ling Ziming propped up his chin, and asked her jokingly: "His Royal Highness, aren't you Prince Xinyue? Why are you so curious about my brother?"

Jiang Mang pretended to be angry: "Zi Ming! Why are you doing this? I'll just ask. Besides, I've heard a lot of ladies from various families in the imperial city talking about your brother these days."

Ling Ziming seemed to be frightened: "Are you still talking about my brother? You only hear about the prince, the third prince, brother Xun or Mr. Xiang a lot on weekdays."

Jiang Mang thinks what she said is right, but it's always Mo Fengyi's newcomer: "They are all commonplace in the imperial city. Your brother just came here. Although he doesn't like to show his face, he is also very good-looking. Many people think that The emperor is optimistic that he wants to keep him, so naturally he will be discussed more... Oh yes, he also talked about the young man in white next to him, and many girls inquired about his background."

Ling Ziming laughed with her.

Mo Fengyi sneezed hard, feeling bad, but Hua Qianzi in white clothes was not unusual, he hadn't been around Mo Fengyi recently.

Mo Xian drank a dose of decoction: "Qianzi, you know what Fengyi means, he is determined to stay here."

Hua Qianzi couldn't see any emotion, and saluted: "Yes, leader, the junior failed to persuade him."

Mo Xian shook his head, he was really angry these few days: "It's not your problem, this kid is stubborn in the first place, as long as he decides everything, it's useless to be persuaded by others."

Hua Qianzi knew that it was useless to say this, but he still wanted to speak: "But the leader, Feng Yi is unwilling, so why do you force it? This is something he should decide on his own."

Mo Xian sighed, and said helplessly: "If my body can last for a few more years, maybe I will let him go, but now, he needs to be the leader. Even if he wants to make decisions by himself, he must return to Panxiao Terrace and be stable." Live in the big picture."

Hua Qianzi knew that he could no longer argue against Mo Fengyi, so he could only say: "Leader, you just have an unhealed cough, and nothing will happen."

Mo Xian smiled helplessly: "I used to be able to lie to myself, but now I understand that it is impossible. Feng Yi is indeed young, but he has achieved success in experience, I believe he can hold on, send a son, you have been sensible since childhood, I hope You can help him."

Hua Qianzi bowed his head indifferently: "The younger generation knows, but the leader..."

"Okay, kid, you know, there's no time." Of course Mo Xian knew what his son was thinking, but he couldn't let Mo Fengyi just focus on himself like this, "Nowadays, the situation in the world is in turmoil, and many sects are rising. I challenged the Wen Yumeng, and I was called to Beijing in a hurry, so I couldn’t understand the situation, and now only Zhixiao can collect information, but she hasn’t been going well recently.”

Hua Qianzi diverted his attention and said in surprise: "Junior Sister..."

Mo Xian waved his hand: "Don't worry, her safety is guaranteed, but there are some obstacles in the task, and I need your help."

"Junior understands."

Mo Xian picked up a letter from the table, handed it to Hua Qianzi, and said, "You were not supposed to take part in this mission. Your master asked you to come to keep away from disputes and ensure safety. But the situation is already very serious. , I need you to help her. This is what Zhixiao needs now and her address. When you get it done, I will send someone to covertly send it with you.”

Hua Qianzi followed the channel: "The younger generation will do it right away, it's my duty."

Mo Xian finally said: "Qianzi, you are the hope of the martial arts just like Feng Yi. Although you and him have a good relationship and a strong relationship, I hope you can understand the general situation and take into account the overall situation, and don't let him mess up again." Come."

Hua Qianzi was startled, bowed deeply to Mo Xian, turned around and left.