Tread thousands of dust

They rushed back to Pan Xiaotai at the end of January.

Qi Yao waited in the hall early in the morning, and of course Pei Zhixu was with him.

Mo Fengyi has no feelings for this person, maybe because he is a few years older than himself, or maybe because he always has a straight face, but he doesn't have a sense of distance like Hua Qianzi. With a straight face, he clearly rejects people thousands of miles away, so Mo Fengyi didn't like to play with him since he was a child.

It's a pity that Mo Xian was very satisfied with Pei Zhixu, so he was accepted as an assistant early on.

Mo Fengyi didn't have feelings for Pei Zhixu, but Pei Zhixu didn't. He hated Mo Fengyi so much that he didn't want to see him for a moment.After all, Mo Fengyi was really good at causing trouble. Pei Zhixu always thought that if Mo Xian and everyone in Suhui Pavilion hadn't been protecting him, Mo Fengyi would have died in a wilderness.

Pei Zhixu didn't even understand why Mo Fengyi was liked by so many martial arts families. A lot of masters in the world rushed to teach him, maybe it was because of his father.

But Pei Zhixu has to admit that Mo Fengyi's understanding is high enough, even if he is a few years older, he has no choice but to bow down, but he only agrees with Mo Fengyi's martial arts, and like those elders, he doesn't agree with him. character.

Mo Fengyi didn't care about this at all, but Pei Zhixu's respect for Mo Xian could be seen from Mo Fengyi, so even if Pei Zhixu troubled him or didn't like him on weekdays, Mo Fengyi didn't pay much attention to him.

"Leader!" Pei Zhixu hurried down the mountain to meet Mo Xian.

Mo Xian's situation is still not optimistic, but he is supportive and asks: "How is the situation in the League?"

Pei Zhixu replied: "Everything is as usual, Miss Yin's news is very accurate, our people have already withdrawn from the imperial city."

Mo Xian nodded in satisfaction and insisted on getting off the carriage.

He entered the main hall only to see Qi Yao with a group of attendants and a bunch of medicinal materials.

Mo Xian couldn't help but laugh: "It's fine for the children to get nervous, what are you worried about?"

Qi Yao looked a little younger than Mo Xian, but he was almost half a century old. He smiled and said, "I'm not worried, I'm fully prepared."

Mo Xian sat down with him, and Qi Yao lazily grabbed some medicine for him.

Hua Qianzi saluted respectfully: "Master."

Qi Yao nodded and said: "Qianzi, you are the one who is checking Mo Xian's pulse during this time, what's the matter?"

Hua Qianzi replied solemnly: "The leader's cough recurs from time to time, lack of qi and blood, and weak pulse, but since the Shangyuan Festival, he has recuperated well, and now he has suppressed it a little."

"That's right, thank you for your hard work." Qi Yao has always had no doubts about Hua Qianzi's ability, and he didn't bother to take his pulse again, and said directly, "You can consider adding these medicines."

Hua Qianzi continued: "Disciple understands."

Qi Yao said to Mo Xian again: "Sent son has the ability to treat you, so my other medicinal materials are not prepared for you. I heard about Zi Ming, where is she?"

Mo Fengyi replied: "Zi Ming is very tired, she went back to her room to rest first."

Qi Yao sighed: "Why don't you come and let me have a look before you go back, my little disciple has such a hard life."

Mo Feng smiled and said: "The girl knows that Master will definitely grab her once she comes back, so of course she has to hide."

Qi Yao was dissatisfied and said: "You kid too, I don't know how to talk about such a big matter sooner! Come here first and let me take a pulse!"

Mo Fengyi sat down obediently, and muttered: "Xiaohua is checking my pulse every day, don't you feel relieved?"

But he obediently asked Qi Yao to examine him.

Hua Qianzi said: "Master, this disciple has been checking the pulse of Feng Yi and his junior sister all this time, but the pulse condition is peaceful and stable, and the disciple didn't notice anything abnormal."

Qi Yao frowned and shook his head: "It's not your problem, Feng Yi's pulse is indeed fine, but that girl is not sure, she is different from Feng Yi."

Mo Xian hesitated and said: "I have been friends with Zi Ming's father for many years, and I have never heard of this matter."

Qi Yao nodded: "Me too, but after all, Ling Zhaohuan has devoted his whole life to studying and has never practiced martial arts and never killed anyone. It's normal not to have exorcism."

Mo Feng asked strangely: "Is it possible that Zi Ming's poison came from her mother?"

Mo Xian shook his head and said: "Ziming's mother, Luo Qingqing, is from the Jianghu. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child, so it is impossible that she has never killed someone. If it came from Luo Qingqing, then she has already exorcised Gu, but she has no abnormalities. .”

"What kind of people from the Jianghu?" Mo Feng said in surprise, "but Zi Ming told me that her mother is a embroiderer."

Mo Xian smiled and said: "Luo Qingqing was born in martial arts, and she can indeed embroider. But after she married Ling Zhaohuan, under his influence, she felt that martial arts were too murderous and life was precious, so she didn't want to practice martial arts anymore."

"Father...you know a lot. She is from the Jianghu, so why haven't I heard of her?" Mo Fengyi curled his lips.

Mo Xian said helplessly: "People's hearts are the world, do you still know everyone in this world? Luo Qingqing is my junior sister. She was still young when she came out of the court, and she hadn't been named yet. How could you have heard of her?"

"Zi Ming's mother is actually Daddy's junior sister!" Mo Fengyi's shock was beyond words, "No way!"

Pei Zhixu's mouth twitched.

Mo Fengyi continued: "Then why didn't you tell us these fathers?"

Mo Xian asked back: "What do you know about these things? Don't mention the old things."

Mo Fengyi disdainfully said: "Just curious... No wonder you know Zi Ming's father..."

Qi Yao shook his head helplessly: "Feng Yi, you should pay attention to the key points."

Mo Fengyi managed to come back to his senses, cleared his throat and said: "Then...it could only be because of her father? Does Zi Ming have any relatives? Is it possible to know something? ?”

Mo Xian sighed and shook his head: "The Ling family has been passed down from generation to generation, and Ziming is the only one left here."

The more Mo Fengyi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong: "Then, this dragon ghost is Zi Ming's ancestor? He actually has a child? There has never been any mention of his getting married!"

Qi Yao replied: "How could people in Jianghu know much about him? It's just rumors that he did a lot of evil, confuses people, and was beheaded by the Tianhui sect at Lianyangding. What else is there?"

"Hiss...Could it be that this dragon ghost is just his pseudonym...his real name is Ling?" Mo Fengyi became more and more involved in his thoughts, "Zi Ming is actually his descendant!"

Pei Zhixu rolled his eyes.

Mo Xian and Qi Yao shook their heads indifferently, only Long Gui knew about these things.

Mo Fengyi continued to play tricks and said: "So the dragon ghost probably didn't tell the child his identity... But it's not right, he must know that this is a blood relationship, otherwise how would he record it? Eh? Then why did he Don’t tell his child? Oh, I see! He must have planned to train the child to become a Gu master, but before he could say anything, he was killed by the Radiant Sect! His child grew up alone and naturally didn’t know his identity! "

Pei Zhixu really wanted to keep his mouth shut.

Qi Yao said: "The thing we are most worried about right now is whether Zi Ming might go crazy. Her health has always been bad, and she fell ill when she was a child. I'm afraid it's hard for her to hold on."

Hua Qianzi replied: "Since our return trip, Zi Ming has only had chest pain once, and nothing else is abnormal."

Qi Yao frowned and said: "I know this. You wrote that she only had heartache, dizziness, and fainting symptoms, but these are not symptoms of poisoning..."

Then he shook his head again and said: "Forget it, let's talk about it after the child wakes up after resting for a while."

Hua Qianzi also had no choice but to keep silent, he was always very guilty for not being able to see Ling Ziming's problem.

Mo Fengyi tossed about in the room, and when he was about to tidy up, he heard a knock on the door:

"elder brother?"

"exist."

Ling Ziming pushed the door open and came in, and after walking around the front hall, she was surprised to find that Mo Fengyi's room was in such a mess.

"Why did you turn everything out?" She finally stepped over those boxes and walked to Mo Fengyi's side.

Mo Fengyi laughed a few times: "I was looking for something just now."

"What are you looking for in such a hurry..." Ling Ziming looked at the mess everywhere, but Mo Fengyi was always very tidy, and this was the first time he rummaged through things like this.

She handed a yellowed notebook to Mo Fengyi and said, "Here, didn't you ask me for my family tree?"

Mo Fengyi was pleasantly surprised for a moment, then took the thick booklet and looked at it: "Not bad."

Ling Ziming smiled and said: "Thanks to my uncle's heart, he rescued me and returned to my house, and brought these important things back to Pan Xiaotai."

Mo Fengyi flipped through the Ling family tree with a smile on his face, and suddenly discovered that the Ling family was actually a meritorious person of the Five Dynasties, and their ancestors were all well-known literary masters in Beiyi for generations.

"Girl, do you know that your family has practiced writing for generations? You are the first one to practice martial arts." Mo Fengyi asked while turning his head.

Ling Ziming frowned and thought for a moment: "The most I know is my great-grandfather. It seems that he was indeed Xiwen. This must be a habit of education, but my parents passed away early, so naturally they didn't teach me like this."

Mo Fengyi nodded thoughtfully and asked again: "You just went to Master Qi's place, what did he say?"

Ling Ziming was just about to pack his clothes for him, but he felt tired when he heard all this, so he sat down beside him and complained: "Don't mention it, Master checked me back and forth for an hour, and my wrists are all broken. It hurts to be pressed by him!"

Speaking of which, Ling Ziming stretched out his hand and handed it to Mo Fengyi: "Look! There are no problems at all!"

Mo Fengyi was amused by her, and happily said: "Okay, I don't think we will be able to escape in the future, the old man will definitely check our pulse every day, just like Xiaohua did before."

Mo Fengyi found it boring to flip through the genealogy. Mo Xian was right, the Ling family was passed down from generation to generation, and almost all of them were talents, so he simply turned to the last page.

"Hey girl, who is this person?"

Mo Fengyi pointed to a name, which was written very large on the last page.

Ling Yueyan.

Ling Ziming went over to look at it and said: "This is the distant ancestor of my family. I remember my father said that this genealogy was created and compiled by her son."

Mo Fengyi rubbed his chin and said, "It seems to be a girl's name..."

Ling Ziming nodded and said: "What's wrong?"

Mo Fengyi asked: "If she is a woman and married, why should the child take her surname Ling?"

Ling Ziming opened his eyes wide in fear.

Ling Ziming continued: "Here, look, all the above names can be seen as men, but she is a woman, and she only has a name but no life history, and no life history of her husband, why is that?"

Ling Ziming felt his heart beat faster.

"what do you mean......"

"Look, the year written here is the seventh year of Tangfu, during the reign of Tangfu... This genealogy was created almost 200 years ago." The more Mo Fengyi said, the more mysterious it became.

Ling Ziming's eyes widened: "Do you think that Ling Yueyan's child is the child of Dragon Ghost?"

Mo Fengyi smiled and said: "The time is right, and if her son knows who his father is, why didn't he write it? This only shows that he doesn't know, Ling Yueyan didn't tell him, so... .I think Ling Yueyan may be the wife of Long Gui, but she is not known to the world. She gave birth to a child for Long Gui, but it is a pity that Long Gui was killed and her reputation was ruined. She had to hide her name and changed the name of the child , the child naturally does not know his own identity, let alone who his father is."

Ling Ziming was led by him and felt that he was right.

"It seems... this statement is very understandable." Ling Ziming narrowed his eyes, "Well... it makes sense."

Mo Fengyi was overwhelmed by his intelligence: "It must be so! My guess is right!"

Ling Ziming said indifferently: "What's the use of you guessing these?"

Mo Fengyi said helplessly: "Through reasoning slowly, I can find a way to find a way to heal you. I must first understand your life experience thoroughly."

As he said that, he raised his chin in an embarrassing way.

Ling Ziming suddenly asked: "Do you think... this can still be cured"

Mo Fengyi looked at the genealogy and said: "Of course, Gu poison, Gu poison, isn't poisoning, there must be a way."

Ling Ziming smiled, and got up resignedly to clean up the room for him.

She put away the clothes one by one, and Mo Fengyi nodded with satisfaction: "It's comfortable to have a girl, or else you came just in time."

Ling Ziming curled her lips and rolled her eyes: "Are you having a grudge against your room? Hurry up, how can I clean up such a big room, and you don't like those maids touching your things, I have to be busy all by myself tomorrow."

Mo Fengyi got the information he wanted, smiled and got up to join her.

Ling Ziming suddenly found a piece of clothing from the box, looked at it and asked: "Brother, where did this piece of clothing come from?"

Mo Fengyi raised his head, his eyes were familiar for a while.

"It's Mine."

Ling Ziming said disdainfully: "Impossible."

"why"

"I remember all your clothes, and I haven't made new clothes recently, so of course it can't be yours."

"I don't even remember my clothes..."

Ling Ziming smiled and said: "Although you have a lot of clothes, they are also a lot, and the styles are almost the same. Don't I know your preferences? This is definitely not yours."

Mo Fengyi admits defeat: "Then... it should be Xun Can's..."

Ling Ziming was shocked and said: "Brother Xun's clothes are here with you, why did you bring them back?"

Mo Feng said awkwardly: "I was too hasty to go back to the imperial city at that time, and I should have stuffed it here when I packed it up."

Ling Ziming pursed his lips and said: "Brother, you are usually very careful, even if you are about the same size...you can't make a mistake, right? Besides, this dress is yellow, and it's not a problem among your pile of black and blue." It’s too conspicuous, how can I get it wrong?”

Mo Fengyi was stunned for a while, why did this dead girl want to expose him like this?

Ling Ziming didn't intend to continue to ask, but just put away the clothes and said: "Okay, it's fine if you accidentally bring it back, I'll put it away for you."

Mo Fengyi quickly grabbed the clothes and said in a panic: "Hey, I can do it myself."

Ling Ziming was at a loss and didn't know why.

"Hey brother, why didn't brother Xun come to see you off when we left the city? Don't you have a good relationship?" Ling Ziming asked tentatively. In fact, she had already felt that something was wrong between the two of them in Tongzhou. He hardly spoke, especially when he returned to the imperial city.

Mo Fengyi shook his head: "Maybe something is wrong with him, how do I know..."

The clothes were actually obtained by Mo Fengyi on the sly, he just thought Xun Can looked very good in this clothes, so...

So I can't help but think about it.

By the time they finished packing, it was almost evening.

When Hua Qianzi knocked on the door, Ling Ziming didn't want to get up at all, and Mo Feng felt tired even when he opened the door.

"Aren't you going to have dinner?" Hua Qianzi asked.

Ling Ziming was full of resentment: "Brother, he abused me! He said that I won't let me eat until I clean up!"

Both of them laughed.

So Ling Ziming went out to look for Mo Xian as if fleeing.

Hua Qianzi sat down and asked, "You don't want to eat?"

Mo Fengyi asked back: "You don't eat either."

Hua Qianzi said: "I have no appetite."

Mo Fengyi nodded: "Me too."

Hua Qianzi looked around the room and asked again: "Why did you take so long to clean the room?"

Mo Fengyi smiled and got up and went into the inner hall, and immediately came out to put something on the table and said, "To find it."

is a dice.

Hua Qianzi picked it up and looked at it: "This is a handmade jade dice, very fine."

Mo Fengyi smiled brightly: "Of course."

Seeing his expression, Hua Qianzi knew the general idea: "Mr. Xun gave it to you?"

Mo Fengyi nodded with a smile on his face, picked up the dice and said happily: "I gave it to me on my birthday. At that time, it seemed that I always thought that Xiang Qianrong had won and I was angry, so he made this. There are six dice in total. Point, say I can win no matter what."

His brows and eyes were stained with a smile, but Hua Qianzi suddenly felt shivering: "Feng Yi..."

"I remembered to put it in the box when I came back. I was scared to death if I didn't find it in the afternoon. Fortunately, I didn't lose it..."

Hua Qianzi held back his voice a little, but just said: "You should store it properly."

Mo Feng stood up in response, opened the cabinet and carefully put the dice into a box.

Hua Qianzi saw the hanging clothes at a glance.

"That dress belongs to Mr. Xun?" Hua Qianzi asked.

Mo Fengyi turned around in surprise and said, "How can you all tell that this is not mine?"

Hua Qianzi laughed: "Zi Ming also saw it? I saw Mr. Xun wearing this dress."

Mo Fengyi nodded, "That girl is a ghost, I think she should have guessed it, she didn't ask me."

Seeing his clothes hanging so conspicuously, Hua Qianzi thought that Ling Ziming should have thought of it too.

"I hang this clothes in front of me, as if I can see him." Mo Fengyi comforted himself.

Hua Qianzi said in a deep voice: "Fengyi, if you go on like this..."

"What? Are you afraid that I will go mad before Zi Ming?" Mo Feng laughed strangely.

Hua Qianzi was really worried: "You have to let go, or you will get deeper and deeper, and you will be very painful."

Mo Fengyi smiled and shook his head: "On the way back from the imperial city to Pan Xiaotai, I regretted not saying goodbye to him...but I'm glad...I... .I don't even know what I'm thinking..."

You just miss him, Hua Qianzi said silently in his heart, but he couldn't say such hurtful words.

In the end, Mo Fengyi just slumped on the table.

"If you lose someone, you should allow me to keep it in mind."