Tread thousands of dust

After finally dismissing the crowd, Ling Ziming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Today's Thunder Moon Festival, what did Shu Qiyun give you?" There were only the two of them left in the hall, and Mo Fengyi asked lazily leaning on the bed.

Ling Ziming smiled lightly: "A pool of pure lotus."

Mo Feng curled his lips in disdain: "A few lotus flowers have subdued my sister, the leader of the Wen Yu League?"

"What are you talking about!" Ling Ziming pouted, "He planted it himself."

"Oh~" Mo Fengyi still disdained, "Are you happy with him like this?"

Ling Ziming smiled lightly and said nothing, Mo Fengyi said to himself: "It seems that I am happy, I don't even care about my brother."

"How dare I..." Ling Ziming smiled and took his hand, "I am happy with him, but I feel at ease with my brother."

Feeling the strength of his palms, Mo Fengyi smiled and said, "Happiness is more important to you, isn't it? I think he just took your hand, and you don't seem to be willing to let it go."

Ling Ziming was so angry that he pinched his palm, and Mo Feng yelled in pain: "Little girl is too cruel! Is there anyone who treats her brother like this?"

"Who told you to laugh at me!" Ling Ziming held his hand with a smile, and it was difficult for Mo Feng to accept his whim.

"I went to look for the master before but found nothing. I was afraid that you would never be happy again." Mo Fengyi lowered his voice, "I haven't seen you smile even since the voodoo, even a few times. wry smile."

Ling Ziming smiled and said with a low eyebrow: "I've already thought about it. Since it can't be cured, then there is no need to treat it anymore, so I don't have to worry about it. The prince treats me very well, and I don't want to go against my will again."

Mo Fengyi also smiled and said, "This is my sister."

"I'm a lady with thin eyebrows who is well-known in all corners of the country, and I'm supposed to live a chic life." Ling Ziming's smile is beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Mo Fengyi frowned, and turned to say: "Then you are not afraid that... will he be sad in the future?"

"If I still reject him today, he will be sad from today on. Since today should be happy, let's take advantage of it for a few more days." Ling Ziming blinked, "Anyway, it's only a few days... ...If he can accompany me, it would not be considered a loss, then he is His Royal Highness, the man in the spring boudoir dream of countless young girls in Beiyi."

Mo Fengyi nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's a day to be happy every day, how can Ling Ziming, a generation of chivalrous women, wronged herself?"

"Of course, the blood in our hearts is either cold or hot. If I want to live, I have to be vigorous. Now it doesn't matter if I am scolded and criticized by the world. The people I care about don't care, so I don't care either." Ling Ziming smiled brightly.

Mo Fengyi suddenly lost his mind: "I'm sorry...it's because my brother couldn't find a way to save you..."

"Brother, I'm not trying to force a smile, I'm really happy. I may have had some concerns about His Royal Highness's sincerity, but he doesn't even care that I'm a voodoo girl. I've seen his sincerity, so I'm really happy " Ling Ziming stopped pressing his hand, and then held it tightly, "You have done enough for me, don't belittle yourself."

Mo Feng said in a muffled voice: "So you have him, so you don't want your brother?"

Ling Ziming was so angry that he pinched him again: "You are talking nonsense after drinking today!"

"I just know that my girl won't be able to keep her, so I'm not happy." Mo Fengyi curled his lips, "But that bastard is okay, I will accept it reluctantly."

"What bastard? He's older than you! And that's His Royal Highness, you'll kneel and salute when you see him!" Ling Ziming smiled brightly, feeling helpless.

Mo Fengyi narrowed his eyes and smirked: "You haven't married yet, so just help him talk!"

"If you marry or not, you will make fun of me!" Ling Ziming pouted and said unhappily.

Mo Fengyi also laughed, took out a sign from his arms and said, "Here, I'll make an apology to you."

Ling Ziming glanced at the sign, and asked curiously, "What did you give me the access control token of Pan Xiaotai?"

"I promised you that when you get married, the entire Pan Xiao Terrace will be your dowry." Mo Fengyi said with a flat smile, "I want my girl to be the most beautiful bride in the world, and I will definitely not break my promise."

Ling Ziming was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this was a joke she and Mo Fengyi made while complaining and teasing Jiang Mang, did Mo Fengyi take it seriously?

"I don't want it, Pan Xiaotai is just a few bare mountains, what do you want to do?" Ling Ziming deliberately refused to accept it, and his eyes showed no interest.

Mo Fengyi smiled and said: "Then I don't have anything good. Although I am the leader, after all, the Wenyu League will continue to pass on. It's not good for me to steal anything, so only the Pan Xiaotai is left. You still despise"

"That's right." Ling Ziming couldn't hide his smile, "Besides, this token doesn't count."

"The Pan Xiao Terrace hides all the treasures of the world just like the Suhui Pavilion. This is not enough." Mo Fengyi said angrily, "You girls are too difficult to please."

Ling Ziming frowned and laughed loudly: "You are too careless."

"Yes, I can impress you by planting a few lotus plants, but I can't give you a whole mountain." Mo Fengyi became more and more angry as he talked, and finally became angry with himself.

Ling Ziming said helplessly: "He is naturally different from you. The dowry of the mother's family pays attention to the heart, and it is a blessing to the bride. What kind of blessing are you these hills?"

"Okay, okay, then I won't send you off, return the token to me." Mo Fengyi said to grab it.

Ling Ziming persuaded him to get up and dodge: "Since it is a gift for me, there is no reason to go back."

"Don't you want it?" Mo Fengyi held his breath and said unhappily, "Say I don't give you as much as Shu Qiyun!"

"But it's already given away, and it's mine! My brother will make another gift for me!" Ling Ziming held the token tightly and didn't let it go.

Mo Fengyi said helplessly: "You haven't married yet! You're still not satisfied with the girl, aren't you so greedy?"

"So what about greed? Could it be that my brother doesn't want to bless me?" Ling Ziming stuck out her tongue playfully.

Mo Feng rested his forehead in pain, Ling Ziming was really very similar to himself, and he was exactly the same when he played it.

"Okay! I'm afraid of you, go back to your room and sleep!"

Ling Ziming looked at the token carefully and said: "My brother's token is unique and exquisite."

"Now that your wealth and life are in your hands, when you return to Pan Xiaotai in the future, I hope that Miss Bomei can stay here." Mo Feng clasped his fists in a different gesture.

Ling Ziming pretended to think about it, and pretended to be helpless and said: "That's all, I'm a kind girl, so I'll take you in."

Mo Fengyi glared at her and said angrily, "Go to sleep!"

"Yes... the girl is in a good mood now, and I don't care about you!" Ling Ziming pouted, took the token and went out.

Mo Fengyi looked at her leaving back with a faint smile, and then left Linfeng Wanxuan, blending into the night.

What is there.

Jiao Yanhong was cleaning the vase, but Mo Fengyi flashed into the door like a ghost:

"It's very offensive for the junior to come here at night."

Jiao Yanhong shook his head with a smile: "Whether you want to offend me or not, sit down."

Mo Fengyi saluted and sat down, Jiao Yanhong asked: "How do you know that I'm still awake and not afraid of being abrupt?"

"Of course I have inquired beforehand, He Wusi's assistant is not an ordinary person." Mo Feng smiled strangely.

"But as I said before, that girl's poison has already been cured by stone medicine, so there is no need to spend any more effort." Jiao Yanhong said bluntly.

"I'm not here for Ziming today, I'm here for myself." Mo Fengyi whispered, "Actually, I'm also the Queen of Gu."

Jiao Yanhong said in bewilderment: "What but you are not her real brother, how can this be passed on to you?"

"This has nothing to do with Ziming, it's my own problem." Mo Fengyi said indifferently, "I heard that Mrs. Song and you both did a lot of research on Gu art when they were young. Have you ever heard of Fengbai Leiyue Night?"

Jiao Yanhong frowned: "Maple White Thunder Moon"

"Yes...the person who was born on the night of Feng Baileiyue is the descendant of Dragon Ghost." Mo Fengyi said blankly, "Even if you have never heard of it, I will tell you now."

Jiao Yanhong obviously didn't believe it: "Where did this wild rumor come from, do you also believe this?"

"It's fine if it's just a rumor, but this statement was written by Long Gui himself." Mo Fengyi twitched his lips, "Do you know "Strategy of Marrow Cutting""

Jiao Yanhong's face turned pale, and he couldn't believe it: "Is it written by that witchcraft treatise on dragon ghosts?"

"Exactly." Mo Fengyi nodded, "That's what it says in the book."

"Impossible...Impossible!" Jiao Yanhong suddenly became nervous, pointing at Mo Fengyi uncontrollably, "Impossible!"

"Master!" Mo Fengyi hurriedly got up and supported his crumbling body, "Don't be angry! Do you know anything?"

"There has never been such a statement in "Strategy to Cut the Marrow"!" Jiao Yanhong said angrily, "I know you are a child born on the night of Feng Bailei's moon, but what does this have to do with the Gu King Dragon Ghost?"

"Have you seen it?" Mo Fengyi frowned slightly, "otherwise how do you know there is no such statement?"

Jiao Yanhong sighed softly: "It's more than just reading... I collect all the treasures in the world here, you think I don't have such a wonderful book"

Mo Fengyi's breathing stagnates, and his heartbeat suddenly trembles: "...you have the "Marrow Cutting Strategy""

Jiao Yanhong clapped his hands, making Mo Fengyi tremble in shock, he got up solemnly, Mo Fengyi hurriedly supported his arm, but he opened it all of a sudden: "I'm not old yet!"

"Master..."

Jiao Yanhong hammered his sore back, straightened up and looked at the cabinet full of bottles and cans: "Go and pull this cabinet away."

Mo Fengyi: "Huh?"

"What are you doing in a daze!" The old man blew his beard and stared. Mo Fengyi didn't even dare to say a word, and moved away with great effort, only to see that there was a hidden compartment on the wall behind the cabinet.

Jiao Yanhong sighed silently, stretched out his hand to open the mechanism on the hidden compartment, and took out a delicate and heavy wooden box from inside. The wood can be seen to be rosewood, which is good for keeping things, but it looks a little old because of the long time.

"Do you know who gave this thing to me?" Jiao Yanhong held the quaint wooden box, "Do you know why I said that girl is incurable?"

Mo Feng shook his head in a daze.

There was no lock on the box, Jiao Yanhong opened it directly, and Mo Fengyi's eyes were burning, it was "Marrow Cutting Strategy".

Mo Fengyi's usual eloquence was wiped out, "This... this... you..."

"This is the exposition of witchcraft that the world longs for and fears." Jiao Yanhong smiled coldly, "This is what your real master gave me."

"What real master?" Mo Fengyi was at a loss.

"It's your father's master, Mr. Chahaiya Bufeng." Jiao Yanhong explained, "He got it in Baidao City back then, but it's a pity that he left early so he left this Gave it to me."

Mo Feng frowned: "Mr. Bu Feng... didn't you leave this at the Pan Xiaotai? What you have here should be part of the "Marrow Cutting Strategies"."

"One part have you seen the other part"

Mo Fengyi nodded in a deep voice: "The "Strategy of Cutting the Marrow" is divided into two volumes. Pan Xiaotai once collected the first volume, but because I read it secretly, my father burned that part."

"Burning... It should be, Mo Xian did nothing wrong." Jiao Yanhong said in a deep voice, "It is said that this "Strategy of Marrow Cutting" can only be read by Gu masters, but the old man has also read it, so I am not afraid Yes, but you are young, it might be unlucky to see it, so you can only burn it."

"Your part is the original... But my father said that what the master once got was a rubbing copy."

Jiao Yanhong waved his hand: "There is no difference, this is originally flawed, I didn't know there was Feng Baileiyue's theory."

"I don't dare to lie to my master, can I let my disciples see this part?" Mo Fengyi said sincerely.

"Even if this part is only a part, it is definitely not the second volume." Jiao Yanhong's voice was thick and powerful, "This part of the dragon ghost's own life, I am afraid that the part that was previously stored in Pan Xiaotai is the first volume..."

Mo Fengyi picked up the yellowed and damaged paper and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"My husband...Fang Zhu..." Mo Fengyi's eyes widened, his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, "What does this mean?"

"What do you mean?" Jiao Yanhong sneered, "Don't you understand? Dragon Ghost said it himself."

"Dragon ghost... is actually a woman!"

"Yes, her original name is Ling Yueyan."

Mo Fengyi's hands were trembling, he was panting heavily, he was at a loss, his heart seemed to have been pierced open, and the wind kept blowing in, making him feel cold all over, and his mind went blank.

"She is actually a woman! Ling Yueyan is Zi Ming's ancestor!" Mo Fengyi's surprise was beyond words.

Jiao Yanhong nodded indifferently: "Ever since I knew that Gu girl was Ling Ziming, I thought of Ling Yueyan as her ancestor. Practicing martial arts will increase the intensity, and killing and killing will be driven."

"But if that's the case, why does she insist on passing on to her descendants to have children and let them suffer from the pain of this poison?" Mo Feng said angrily, "My child...my husband Fang Zhu... Her child belongs to the Radiant Sect! She actually!"

Mo Fengyi's expression was really frightening, Jiao Yanhong nodded: "She is the wife of Zongshi Tianhui."

Mo Fengyi flipped through the book randomly, the more he thought about it, the more chills he felt on his back, but the scorching summer is like falling into a cellar of ice.

"How is it possible... the world knows that dragon ghosts are bloodthirsty, people and gods are angry together, and privately practicing voodoo techniques led to disasters. The Radiant Sect will not tolerate her the most, and they will fight with her in Lianyang for many days. Finally killed her...how could she..." Mo Fengyi ruffled his hair angrily.

Jiao Yanhong smiled and said, "Nothing is impossible."

Mo Fengyi settled down and continued to read. In fact, there are only a few pages in total, and a few strokes are her life.

Mo Feng saw that the handwriting was beautiful and beautiful, so he knew it was a woman. He thought that he never doubted these when he read it when he was a child, so he didn't pay attention to it.

"If her original name was Ling Yueyan...then why did she call her the name Longgui later?" Mo Feng turned around but found nothing, so he was very anxious.

Jiao Yanhong said indifferently: "Ling Yueyan didn't take it by herself, it was her sword, oh no, it was named after her husband's sword."

Mo Fengyi was shocked: "Dragon Ghost..."

"It's the Dragon Ghost. She died of exorcism back then, and she has a killing instinct, but the world doesn't know Ling Yueyan's name. They only saw her holding a sword. She was named Dragon Ghost, so she got her name."

Mo Fengyi frowned fiercely: "Then why is it her husband?"

"Her husband is Fang Zhu, what do you think?" Jiao Yanhong said calmly.

Mo Feng's heart trembled endlessly: "Fang Zhu...Fang Zhu's sword is called Dragon Ghost"

Jiao Yanhong asked: "I heard that you got a sword and a falcon when you climbed to the top of Lianyang. Is the name of the sword the dragon ghost?"

Mo Fengyi nodded: "Sect Master Tianhui must have given it to her, but she died in Lianyangding, so this sword was kept."