Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

Hold your head up, keep your eyes straight, lift your feet slowly, step slowly, and land softly.

Mo Xian felt tired and flustered while watching, but he couldn't do without learning.So he was overwhelmed by the people who were extremely excited, and walked again and again, making him dizzy.

Finally, he felt that way, so he asked Seventh Senior Brother to join in, and started the double practice again.

Then a new problem appeared. Mo Xian, who was walking with his head up, liked to squint his eyes and look back after walking a few steps. It wasn't that there was something wrong with his eyes, but that he was looking at Senior Brother Qi.

As a dead soldier, Seventh Senior Brother is of course one step behind him.But Mo Xian, who walked with his head up, felt very insecure. He always felt that there was something under his feet that he couldn't see, that he would step on something, but because of his demeanor, he couldn't lower his head or look down. Therefore, he wanted to find a guarantee of safety in other aspects, and of course it was none other than Seventh Brother.

As a result, after walking like this, he really doesn’t look like a small trader, but looks like a thief—after taking two steps, he squints and looks back, and after taking two more steps, he continues to squint and look back, no matter how he looks, he seems to have a ghost in his heart...

But if Mo Xian was asked not to look at Senior Brother Seven, he really didn't look like a peddler or a thief, but he looked like someone who was seriously ill—his whole body was stiff when he walked, his eyes were straight, and he would occasionally walk with a crutch ~In this way, at the beginning of February, during this time, except for Mo Xian practicing martial arts.Except for Senior Brother Seven and Hunter Xiao going up the mountain, everyone spent all their time training Mo Xian to walk.In the end, after tossing and tossing, Mo Xian came up with such a shape when walking——

The head is not lowered, but the eyes are looking slightly lower in front of the front, and the pace of walking is not too fast, but not slow.As for the Seventh Senior Brother, Mo Xian would still look at it occasionally, but he stopped, as if looking at the scenery, and glanced at the side and further back, his eyes were slanted, and he was actually quite flirtatious (of course, this sentence Everyone will not tell Mo Xian).

After Mo Xian finished walking and Wang Manizi came back from the outside, everyone asked Mo Xian to find a favorite sign.

"Favorite mark?"

"The mark of the dead."

It was only then that Mo Xian remembered that Senior Seventh Brother vaguely told him before that after a dead man recognizes his master, there should be a mark on his body. (tattoo).

"Can't forget it, anyway, the mark of the dead is printed on the body, and ordinary people can't see it." Mo Xian frowned. Whether it was a soldering iron or embroidery, it was very painful, and this thing always made him feel a little bit like The feeling of being poked by a cattle dealer.

"No." Everyone said in unison.

Brother Seven also said, "Just in case."

"Then let me think about it." Mo Xian was helpless, but even though he wanted to, he really wasn't in the mood.Seventh senior brother naturally saw his reluctance, and persuaded him at night: "If you don't like it, you can take it off when you get back."

Scalds can cut off the flesh, Huaxiu also has a potion that can be removed, or the flesh can also be cut off.

Mo Xian listened to him with ease, but thinking about the pain, his teeth ached and his back felt cold: "How about I draw you one with a brush?"

"How is that possible..." Seventh Senior Brother smiled helplessly.

Mo Xian now very much misses the watermark paper that directly pasted patterns on his body in his previous life. It is said that the technology content of that thing is not high. Why didn’t he think of looking up the production method on the Internet before time travel?

"Do you have to do it?" Mo Xian struggled desperately.

"If you don't choose, I will choose myself."

In the end, Mo Xian chose the character "Mo" in Xiaozhuan, and engraved a character of the owner's name on the body of the dead man, which can be regarded as a very traditional mark.

On the afternoon of the day he chose the design, Wang Manzi started to do it—this thief is actually a master of flower embroidery, and his skills are much more delicate than most needle pen makers (professional tattoo artists).Although the strokes of the ink characters are a bit complicated, they are nothing more than words after all. The color is the simplest ink cyan, and the area of ​​the pattern is not large, so in half an hour, the left arm of the seventh senior brother near the shoulder has a A round pattern of the word "ink" was drawn.

After the last injection, Wang Manizi put a piece of white cloth soaked in medicine on the words: "Your arm will be a little red and swollen for the past two days, and applying this medicine will make you feel better." After speaking, Wang Manizi began to pack his things , but who knows, after Seventh Senior Brother stood up from that chair, Mo Xian sat down on it again, and took off all the clothes on his upper body very quickly.

As delicate as new porcelain, as smooth as jade, the flawless fluorescent body is exposed.

Immediately, Wang Manizi's eyes straightened, but what came out of those eyes was not the light of obscenity, but the light of longing to find a good talent and beauty.

"What do you like, Senior Brother?" Mo Xian looked at Senior Brother Seven with a smile and asked.

"What are you messing around with!"

"Naturally, I'll be with senior brother. Brother Wang, it's not too rare to see a noble young man with flowers on his body, right?"

"Of course it's not uncommon!" Wang Mangzi nodded hastily, "Let's not say that people in the Jianghu, even officials, even princes and nobles also have tattoos!"

Wang Mangzi's words are true, at this time flower embroidery is also a trend, except for the tattoos on prisoners and dead men that represent punishment and belonging.Whether it is a literati or a warrior, whether it is a man or a woman, or to represent beauty, or to represent romance, or to represent bravery, there are also many people with tattoos.

"So, what do you like, Senior Brother?" So Mo Xian asked again, but the Seventh Senior Brother obviously hadn't recovered from his senses, and he was still standing there, not knowing what to say, so Mo Xian simply turned his head and looked at Wang Mangzi, "So, Whatever Brother Wang thinks I am suitable for, I can get tattooed."

"Really?!" Wang Manizi's eyes became brighter, and he hurriedly took out the half-collected tools.

"Wait! Wait!" The seventh senior brother saw that Mo Xian was really determined, knowing that he was going to get a tattoo, but Wang Mangzi was obviously too excited, and he was afraid that Wang Mangzi would get a tattoo on a whim. The kind of tattoo all over the body, "I like..."

Wang Manzi suddenly lost his face. He still wanted to get a tattoo of Zhu Rongdou Gonggong, Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix, or a masterpiece of flowers and brocade clusters, but now it seems that it is over...

In short, Seventh Brother made a choice.However, the seventh senior brother always regretted his impulsiveness afterwards, because Mo Xian counted this day, and then went to Wang Manzi's house for seven days, before he could complete the whole embroidery.And after that, Mo Xian could only sleep on his stomach for a month.

A few days later, when the willow catkins began to flutter outside (according to the lunar calendar), Liu Qi sent Mo Xian and Senior Brother Qi to the market. At the market, the two were stuffed into an ordinary carriage by Liu Qi.I don't know how the coachman took them. Anyway, after about a day, the carriage stopped at night. This is a wild forest that the two of them don't know at all, and there is an unknown river not far away.

The moment the two of them landed on the ground, the driver drove the car without even saying a word, and left without looking back.While the two of them were wondering, they heard the sound of rushing water, and a small boat with a black awning sailed out from the corner.

"Do you two want to take the boat?" The old man who was rocking the boat asked with a smile.

The black awning boat staggered out of this unknown small ditch. Mo Xian sat in the boat and looked out through the gap in the canopy. What he saw in the first moment was still the gloomy trees and rocks in the river, but in the next moment he could see nothing. All that can be reached is the sky full of stars and the water full of stars.At that moment, I was almost dizzy, and suddenly thought that I had fallen into a pocket full of stars...

Mo Xian couldn't help looking at Seventh Senior Brother. If they didn't come out in a situation that required sneaking around, but just came out to enjoy the mountains and rivers, then he would accompany him, blowing the river breeze, drinking hot wine, watching The sky is full of stars, what kind of leisure and comfort should it be?

"Crack!" A crisp sound startled Mo Xian out of his trance—Senior Brother Seven was beating a mosquito.

"..." So the romance, beauty, and comfort all disappeared. After all, it is an objective fact that there are mosquitoes by the water.You want to endure being bitten by mosquitoes, but what about you and me?Still in the crackling sound, destroying the atmosphere completely?This was a difficult choice. After serious thinking, Mo Xian felt that sleeping in a wormwood-dyed room with Brother Qi in his arms was the most suitable choice for him.

"Two young masters, we've arrived." The boat stopped at some point, and the old man poked his head into the canopy and whispered.

Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother bent down to get out of the canopy, and saw the small boat leaning against the side of a big boat at some point, and two men in black clothes and masks stood on the eaves of the boat and looked at them.

Mo Xian stepped forward and whispered, "Heavenly King Gaidihu."

Right there: "Baota Township River Demon."

Immediately, the two of them knelt down together: "I have seen you, Young Master."

This posture made Mo Xian feel a little toothache, and turned around to let the seventh senior brother go first, but the seventh senior brother was a step behind, bowed and said: "Master."

So, the good show started...

Volume Three