Tread thousands of dust

Mo Fengyi seemed to have had a long, distant dream.

Naturally, there were his parents in the dream, they cuddled together lovingly and looked at him with smiles.

There was actually Xiang Yixin by his side, and Shu Yilian even took Xiang Yixin's hand.

Mo Fengyi looked at them and asked her puzzledly, don't you hate her?

Shu Yilian smiled and said, only you still hate.

It's been a long time since Mo Fengyi had the dream of falling into the water and suffocating, but why does he still do this?

Why can't he still grab those hands?

Shu Yilian smiled and walked further and further away with Mo Xian, Mo Fengyi couldn't catch up no matter what, he could only hear a voice calling him.

Xiao Feng'er, stop chasing her.

Mo Fengyi stopped in his tracks, turned around and saw that it was Xiang Yixin, he pointed at her unhappily, why did you stop me!

Xiang Yi smiled heartily, it was you who stopped it.

Mo Fengyi froze for a moment, as if he was drowning and suffocating.

When Mo Fengyi saw Ling Ziming who was not far away from him, the little girl held his hand and did not let go, but in the end Ling Ziming disappeared directly, and Mo Fengyi ran up to call her, but Ling Ziming didn't even make a sound.

Mo Fengyi stopped, his palms were empty, he suddenly remembered that A Qian, Song Li, and Xiao Ke were with Zi Ming just now... a lot of everything is gone.

Mo Fengyi suddenly saw another person, a very small child, and the child turned his head.

It was my seven-year-old self.

The little man pointed at him and yelled at him, why did you come back after you left?

Mo Fengyi took a step back, why can't I come back.

The child yelled, because you want to come back!You are not allowed to come back!

Mo Feng retreated asynchronously, and finally there was no way to retreat.

fell into the abyss.

Mo Fengyi woke up in an instant, but he found that he couldn't move at all, but opened his eyes with difficulty.

Hua Qianzi said in surprise, "Feng Yi!"

Mo Fengyi rolled his eyes with great difficulty, this didn't seem to be his room.

Did Ah Qian die too?

Hua Qianzi hurriedly brought water to moisten his throat, and said in a warm voice while feeding the water: "Don't talk about Feng Yi, you are hurt too badly."

Mo Feng blinked his eyes in puzzlement, obviously he didn't feel anything.

Mo Feng was lifted up as weak and boneless, only then did he realize that there were bandages on many places on his body, fingers, arms, waist and legs.

But he felt nothing.

Looking at his confused eyes, Hua Qianzi said sadly: "Fengyi...I know you are trying to trick Yingnian...you have been in a coma for three months."

Mo Fengyi is still not sober, it has been three months.

Is Xun Can a dream?Was he dreaming all this time?

Mo Feng wanted to speak, but found it difficult to even move his lips.

Hua Qianzi could only think of a way to make him continue to sleep.

Hua Qianzi sighed and went out to close the door, and it was Xun Can outside.

The man's face was ashen, watching Hua Qianzi walking down step by step.

"Why is he doing this?"

Hua Qianzi said in a deep voice, "Have you been to Pan Xiao Terrace before?"

Xun Can was taken aback, this was probably the most rude time Hua Qianzi had ever spoken to him.

Xun Can nodded, "The Emperor wants to bring Yingnian back to the palace."

Hua Qianzi only hated that he was not at Pan Xiaotai at that time.

He said helplessly: "Do you know that Ziming's Gu blood is passed down from generation to generation?"

Xun Can frowned and said, "So what if you know?" It was Mo Fengyi who told him that Ling Yueyan was Ling Ziming's ancestor.

"Zi Ming carries Gu poison in her body, and so do her descendants, just like her, as long as they kill people, they will expel Gu poison." Hua Qianzi said softly.

Xun Can was startled: "So Yingnian..."

He actually forgot to pass it on to Ying Nian!

"He's fine."

Xun Can was puzzled again, "Why?"

Hua Qianzi looked cold, "Because Feng Yi, maybe he knew that you were taking Yingnian away, and he was worried that he would never see that child again, so he tricked him the night before he left."

"What trick?"

Hua Qianzi took out a booklet, which was "Strategy for Cutting Marrow".

Hua Qianzi was also very helpless, because Mo Feng was injured too badly, Qi Yao and Cong Zhenyi had nothing to do, so Hua Qianzi went to the imperial city and invited his master Jiao Yanhong come out.

Who knew Jiao Yanhong slapped his thigh immediately after hearing about Mo Fengyi's situation.

"This silly boy!"

Then he told him that Mo Fengyi had turned Gu on for others, and asked him to come back and look for the "Marrow Cutting Strategy" that Jiao Yanhong had given to Mo Fengyi.

"The original Gu master would feel distressed and tight in his chest only by urging the poison, and the spread of the poison is also gradual. Feng Yi's reckless transformation of the poison is only afraid of hurting the lungs, and the repelling of the poison is even more painful, not to mention that he has killed so many people. ...I'm afraid that the Gu poison would quickly devour his body, it would be so painful..."

After Hua Qianzi relayed Jiao Yanhong's words to Xun Can, the man almost lost his footing after listening.

"He transferred the Gu poison to himself?" Xun Can said tremblingly, "He has been poisoned by the Gu!"

Hua Qianzi said indifferently: "So Yingnian is fine, and will not be disturbed by Gu poison from now on."

Xun Can stared at the corner of his eyes and said, "Then why was he in a coma for three months? Could it be that the Gu poison is too heavy?"

Hua Qianzi lowered his head, raised his head again heavily and said, "Feng Yi...has already forced the poison out..."

Xun Can was surprised and delighted, and his emotions changed so much that he didn't even realize it: "Really! How is it possible!"

A female voice came from behind Xun Can.

"Nothing is impossible."

When Xun Can turned around, it was the owner of Manjingtang, that is, Cong Zhenyi.

Cong Zhenyi looked a little tired, after all Mo Fengyi was really worried, so she picked a pavilion and sat down to take a sip of water.

Hua Qianzi bowed upright: "Master."

Xun Can came over in a hurry and said, "What do you mean by Mrs. Xingci? Is he really all right?"

Cong Zhenyi said irritably: "Which eye of yours sees that he is fine? That brat is fine and will lie here for three months?"

Xun Can became anxious again, "Then what happened to him? Was he injured by Gu poison?"

Cong Zhenyi sighed and said: "That child... Maybe it was to suppress the poison... He scratched his arm with a dagger... The stroke was too hard, it broke The meridian..."

Xun Can immediately stopped all movements and was nailed to the spot.

Broken meridian...

There was a roar in Xun Can's head, and he couldn't listen to anything.

But Cong Zhenyi said to himself: "My junior brother and I, and even Master, the best doctor in the world has tried his best to save his life, just like... "

Cong Zhenyi couldn't bear to say the following words, but Xun Can and Hua Qianzi immediately reacted.

Just like his father Mo Xian, Cong Zhenyi only saved Mo Xian's life back then.

But now that Mo Feng has broken his meridians, it's not just a loss of martial arts.

Xun Can suddenly didn't want to go in to see him again, for a martial arts practitioner, cutting off limbs is better than cutting off meridians.

Xun Can felt cold all over, Hua Qianzi said helplessly, "It's because of this...that the poison was forced out..."

Xun Can roared angrily: "It's because of this! He would just die now, I'd rather him—"

The following words stuck in Xun Can's throat, what would he rather have?Would he rather be poisoned by the poison and go mad?

Why can't he answer this question?

What would he rather Mo Feng be different?

Is he qualified to let Mo Fengyi make other choices?

Hua Qianzi's voice continued: "When I entered, Feng Yi was lying at the door, covered in blood... He should really want to go out, but he must stop his desire to kill... ..so you can only hurt yourself."

Cong Zhenyi also sighed: "He is just luckier than that girl, he saved his life."

Xun Can smiled wryly at the corner of his mouth: "How is he luckier than Zi Ming? What's the use of keeping this life?"

Hua Qianzi's face darkened: "If Feng Yi wanted to die, he wouldn't have to suffer so much."

"Then do you think it's worth paying for these?" Xun Can's eyes were moist, "Will he be happy?"

Hua Qianzi said indifferently: "I only know that Feng Yi doesn't want to die, so I will save him no matter what."

Xun Can shook his head indifferently: "I don't want to either, but I know he is already very tired, and he can't bear this anymore."

Hua Qianzi frowned: "What if this is necessary?"

Xun Can smiled wryly, "Then there is me."

Hua Qianzi watched him just waiting outside, but he never made up his mind to go in.

After lying down for another month, Mo Fengyi finally recovered a little from his chaos, and he was able to get up and eat.

Hou Ke heard the news that he could eat, and happily rushed over from Pan Xiao Terrace to cook for him one day.

Mo Fengyi got up with difficulty, and when he saw the water cup by the bed, he moved his body slowly, and managed to pick it up, but found that he couldn't hold it steady at all.

Click.

The cup shattered on the ground, and the sharp ceramic piece nearly scratched him.

Hou Ke hurried in with food, and immediately brought Mo Feng heretic a glass of water for him to drink, and then cleaned up the broken things on the ground.

Then Hou Ke smiled very happily and said to Mo Fengyi: "Master, I made you an osmanthus cake. Although it's spring, I collected a lot of osmanthus before."

Mo Fengyi shook his head: "Where is Ah Qian?"

Hou Ke was startled, it was Mo Feng who spoke unexpectedly, so Hou Ke nodded happily.

"Mr. Xingtan is outside! I'll call him right away!"

Mo Fengyi nodded and looked at Hou Ke's cheerful back.

Hua Qianzi came in and saw Mo Feng wanting to get up.

"Why didn't you let Xiaoke help you?" Hua Qianzi came over and helped Mo Fengyi up.

Mo Feng's eyebrows and eyes were full of tiredness, he smiled wryly and said, "Save some face for my master..."

It's a pity that Mo Fengyi couldn't even get out of bed, so he could only sit back on the bed.

Mo Feng asked differently: "The election of the new leader should be over, right?"

Hua Qianzi nodded: "It ended half a month ago, but you didn't ask..."

Mo Fengyi is a completely special case, because Mo Fengyi waited for seven days only for Houke because he climbed to the Lianyang Peak, so the election of the leader of the Wenyu League was the fastest in the past. It will take at least one month, even someone as uncontroversial as Mo Xian has unwilling opponents.This time Mo Fengyi resigned from the position of leader in a hurry, so he caught all the sects in the Jianghu by surprise. All kinds of competitions went on for three months, and Hua Qianzi only went to see a few competitions. boring.

Mo Fengyi's eyes moved: "Who was elected?"

"You know, Yanzhuo." Hua Qianzi said with a faint smile, "Although Yanzhuo's body has not fully recovered, his abilities are very strong, and he deserves it."

Mo Feng let out a sigh of relief with a strange smile and asked again: "Is the coronation ceremony held yet?"

Hua Qianzi shook his head.

Mo Feng was puzzled, "Why?"

"Waiting for you." Hua Qianzi said indifferently, "Yanzhuo definitely wants you to crown him."

Mo Feng smiled wearily, "I look like this, can I lie down and pass?"

Hua Qianzi affirmed: "Yanzhuo said he was waiting, and everyone in the Wenyu League."

"They knew you were injured, so they said they would wait for you at any time." Hua Qianzi's voice was clear and comfortable, and a trace of blood appeared on Mo Fengyi's pale and thin face.

In the second spring of Jinghe's second year.

The coronation ceremony of the new leader of the Wenyu League can finally be held.

It was very tiring and difficult for Mo Fengyi to walk, but he resolutely refused to let Hua Qizi or Hou Ke help him.

Step by step, it's like stepping on the tip of a knife.

Mo Fengyi walked profusely in sweat, which is absolutely rare in winter for a person like him who is afraid of the cold.

Mo Fengyi finally staggered up, and Gongsun Songli followed immediately.

Mo Fengyi stood where he should be an elder, and Gongsun Songli knelt down in front of him solemnly.

In Mo Fengyi's hand was holding a saber that had already been engraved with the seal of the leader, which he had given to Gongsun Songli's Zhu Rong at that time.

Mo Fengyi handed the sword to Gongsun Songli, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What is the way of the rivers and lakes?"

Gongsun Songli said: "The way of the rivers and lakes is rooted in righteousness and based on goodness."

"What are the rules that people in the martial arts must abide by?"

"Don't do unrighteous things, don't do bad things."

"What is the purpose of Wenyu League?"

"Keeping the peace of the martial arts, protecting the atmosphere of the martial arts."

"What are the requirements for the leader of the Wenyu League?"

Gongsun Songli raised his eyes to look at him, "I must have the ability to pluck the sun and capture the moon, but I have the thought of respecting the sun and admiring the moon."

Mo Fengyi was a little dazed, it seemed that the time for him to say these things was not far away.

Gongsun Songli got up and cried when he saw Mo Fengyi in front of him.

"Brother Mo..."

Mo Fengyi smiled slightly and handed Zhu Rong into his hands, "Yanzhuo, you are great."

Gongsun Songli cried even more fiercely, "Because I want you to see...so that my parents and sister Ziming can also see...I must be like you, I will be like you The past leaders are as worthy of what they said today..."

Gongsun Songli cried inarticulately, but Mo Fengyi heard clearly.

"Yan Zhuo, I hope you can understand that your decision is for yourself, for Wenyumeng and the entire martial arts world, not for other people." Mo Fengyi felt guilty as he said, "I used to miss... ...so I feel sorry for Wen Yumeng..."

Gongsun Songli cried and shook his head frantically.

Mo Fengyi smiled lightly and said, "...But fortunately, Wen Yumeng finally accepted me."

Mo Fengyi was still very weak, and he was exhausted just walking up and standing for a while, and even the soles of his feet were trembling, but he coughed twice before standing still.

"From now on, whether it is the upright and bright sun, the sunshine of flowers, or the snow and wind, or the thorns and steeps, it is all determined by the heart. This road is set by yourself when you walk, not pointed out by others. "Mo Fengyi said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Zhuo... can't regret it."

Gongsun Songli Zheng nodded and wiped away his tears, grabbed Zhu Rong tightly, smiled at Mo Feng, then turned to look at the countless Wenyumeng and Jianghu people in the audience.

There were cheers and cheers.

The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and the teenagers are not disappointed.

Mo Fengyi moved to the back hall and was supported by Hua Qianzi to sit down, panting to wipe off his sweat.

But he and Hua Qianzi looked at each other and smiled, feeling a lot more at ease.

Pei Zhixu came over and knelt down in front of Mo Fengyi.

"Leader...you are finally back."

Mo Fengyi looked up at him and smiled, "This is the last call of the leader."

Pei Zhixu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

Mo Fengyi patted Pei Zhixu on the shoulder: "Old Pei... Songli will be handed over to you in the future."

"Subordinates understand." Pei Zhixu said in a deep voice, "Are you leaving Pan Xiaotai?"

Mo Fengyi lowered his head and said: "Although this place belongs to my father...But I don't like it, and I can't live here, so I will leave it to Songli...Zi Ming likes this place, so I will Don't take her away, you remember to talk to her and my father often."

Speaking of Mo Fengyi, Hua Qianzi helped him up again, Hua Qianzi said softly: "Mr. Changmao, let's go first."

Pei Zhixu nodded in a daze, and before he knew it, Mo Fengyi and Hua Qianzi had already reached the door. He looked at their backs, and he knew that Mo Fengyi probably never wanted to come back.