[Comprehensive] Stealing the Halo of the Protagonist

"Master..." He Jing was slightly taken aback.

Why is there only Feng Qi here, the master has left?

Mo Qi looked at him very calmly, and asked, "Where have you been?"

He Jing met those clear eyes and felt inexplicably guilty. He lowered his head: "I didn't see the young master just now in the room. I was worried about what happened to you, so I went out to look for you." Looking at Mo Qi's reaction, he asked in a strange tone: "Young master, who did you go out to meet late at night?"

Mo Qi sneered, feeling that the person in front of her thought that she was biting back was very funny, "What position are you standing in to ask me this question? Watch me for my mother, or..."

He Jing quickly replied: "Of course I am concerned about the safety of the young master!"

Mo Qi swallowed the words "Mo Wentian", looked at He Jing for a while, but didn't intend to ask any more.

He Jing was forced to lower his eyes by that gaze, and it took him a long time before he said a word of concern: "It's getting late, young master has heavy schoolwork tomorrow, so let's go to bed early."

Mo Qi was silent for a while, then said "um", took a step, bypassed He Jing and walked towards the room.

"Your eyes are beautiful." Before leaving, Mo Qi said in a normal tone.

He Jing, who fell behind, missed a heartbeat in shock. He raised his head, just in time to see the door close gently.

The following days were just as Mo Qi planned, reading during the day, teaching Feng Mo how to read at night, and occasionally teaching Feng Mo some sword skills when the mood came.

Although Feng Mo was still awkward and blushed easily, but occasionally she wanted to ask Mo Qi to do something or reduce the punishment, and would always call him "brother" in a soft and affectionate voice.Although Mo Qi knew that she should not indulge, but in the end she always had no choice but to agree.

As for He Jing's side, I don't know if Mo Wentian ordered something later, he was much more disciplined than before, and he no longer inquired about Mo Qi's affairs privately.

Time flowed steadily like this for several months.

On this day, the Patriarch of the Feng family, who seldom showed up on weekdays, suddenly sent someone over and asked Mo Qi to go for a walk in the back mountain.

Mo Qi packed up the books on the case, and followed the visitor to the back mountain.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the envoy sent by the head of the Feng family stopped, "The master is waiting for you ahead, and the servant is waiting here."

Mo Qi nodded, looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky, exhaled lightly, and then walked towards the top of the mountain.

The wind was a bit strong today, and Mo Qi couldn't help breathing a little hastily when he climbed to the top of the mountain against the wind.

This gasp was not obvious amidst the humming wind, but the Patriarch of the Feng family who was standing on the top of the mountain and looking to the south keenly sensed his arrival.

"Come?" The head of the Feng family didn't look back.

"Father." Mo Qi calmed down her breathing.

"Count your age, you are almost thirteen, have you encountered any problems on the way of practice?"

Mo Qi thought for a while and asked, "Yes."

The Patriarch of the Feng family turned his head, his handsome appearance in his twenties did not look like he was nearly a hundred years old at all, "What's the problem?"

Mo Qidao: "My son has always wanted to know, how is the Tao that our Feng family pursues different from other cultivation sects, and what is the difference in the cultivation methods?"

The Patriarch of the Feng family looked at Mo Qi, as if he was a little surprised by his question, "Why is the Tao, I can't answer you, everyone has their own Taoism in their hearts, and what is the difference in the cultivation method, you can experience it yourself experience."

Mo Qi felt a little puzzled by the answer that seemed to have no answer, "Father's answer is a little different from theirs."

"Oh, what's the difference?"

"Among the books I've read, the Taoist is the one who is as good as water, who cares about all living beings, transcends dust and vulgarity, and only then can he be the Tao."

The Patriarch of the Feng family asked him back: "What do you think is Tao?"

Mo Qi meditated, but failed.

"The way in those books is the way of the world, not your way." The Patriarch of the Feng family walked over and looked down at him, "You have to pursue your own way."

Mo Qi was a little confused, "My way..."

The Patriarch of the Feng Family looked into his eyes, nodded, and asked, "What do you think of Kunlun Mountain?"

"The momentum is huge."

"What's so great about it?"

"The momentum of pulling the ground, hating the sky and pointing at it."

The Patriarch of the Feng Family shook his head, "I heard from your mother that you have been studying in the Library Pavilion recently, but not all the truths come from the books. No matter how much you read, if you don't experience it yourself, it will only become empty words Just like looking at Kunlun, if you don’t go in, you can only think that it is a continuous mountain, but if you go in, you will find that it is more than that.”

"Father means...?"

"Tomorrow, if you enter Kunlun, you will not be able to return the golden elixir if you don't bind it." The Patriarch of the Feng family said expressionlessly, "Go and ask yourself, what is your way?"

When descending the mountain, the sky was almost late.

Mo Qi was thinking about the profound meaning of Feng's Patriarch's move, and pushed open the door, only to see Feng Mo riding on He Jing, waving his clenched fists towards the other's face.

"What are you doing?" Mo Qi shouted.

Seeing him coming in, Feng Mo was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up, going to Mo Qi's side to explain.

"Master--" He Jing covered his face and called out pitifully.

Mo Qi looked at He Jing and then at her younger brother. The original anger towards the head of the Feng family couldn't help but shifted to Feng Mo, "What are you going to do, hit my school boy?"

Feng Mo paused, staring at Mo Qi with grievance flashing across her eyes, "Why do you speak of me in such a tone!?"

Mo Qi pursed her lips, but did not speak.

He Jing got up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and said to Mo Qi: "Young Master, I wanted to give you something as usual, but I didn't expect Young Master Mo to punch me as soon as he came in."

"I thought you were going to steal something!" Feng Mo yelled loudly. He pulled Mo Qi and pointed to the medicine bottle that He Jing had been holding tightly in his hand, "I thought he was going to steal brother's elixir, so I hit him!"

Mo Qi looked in the direction of her fingers, and found that the thing in He Jing's hand was exactly what Mo Wentian would give him every month.He walked up to He Jing, blocked Feng Mo's sight, and asked him: "What are you doing here?"

Feng Mo looked at Mo Qi puzzled, thinking that he didn't believe her, and deliberately changed the topic, "I'm not lying, he was opening brother's medicine bottle at that time, and wanted to pour something out of it!"

Mo Qi frowned, "I'm asking you what you're here for!"

Frightened by his serious expression, Feng Mo took a few steps back, her face turned ugly for a moment, "Why don't you believe me?"

Mo Qi got up helplessly, his expression softened, he reached out his hand to touch Feng Mo to comfort him, but was suddenly opened.

"Bastard!" Feng Mo turned around and ran away.

Mo Qi looked at his back and let out a sigh of relief, but her chest was still heavy, like a stone had been crushed.

"If you don't form the golden core, you can't return it--" the head of the Feng family said these words easily, but everyone knows that how many people missed their cultivation because they were stuck in the core formation, even according to Mo Qi's previous practice speed, he It will take a year and a half to come back to Kunlun, but the Feng family... will face annihilation when he is 14 years old, not to mention, he can't rely on the genius and treasure of the Feng family, so he can only live alone In the vast snow-capped mountains, ask immortals.In Feng Qi's memory, there is clearly no such paragraph, but when he came here, he changed a lot.

"Master, your medicine." He Jing came over and handed the medicine bottle to Mo Qi.

Mo Qi restrained her mind, took the medicine bottle, and quietly looked at He Jing with her eyes, "What did you want to do just now?"

He Jing took a step back and said respectfully: "The servant just came here to deliver medicine."

"Does this require opening my vial?"

"I'm just curious for a moment—please forgive me, young master." He Jing knelt down.

Mo Qi had a sarcastic expression on her face, "I thought you had learned to behave well, but I didn't expect you to be so presumptuous."

He Jing knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"Tomorrow I'm going down the mountain to practice, so you can do it yourself here at Feng's house." Mo Qi flicked his sleeves and made a gesture to go out, but before he could take a step, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes, lowered his head, just in time to see He Jing looked up at his delicate face, his pupils, whose color was changed by a secret method, were watery, like freshly washed black grapes, "Young Master, won't you take me down the mountain together?"

Mo Qi tore off the corner of her clothes, expressionless, "Wolf is ambitious, take you down the mountain, am I courting death?"

He Jing was startled like a little white rabbit, shrank on the ground, a bit at a loss, "Young...Young master, what are you talking about?"

Mo Qi ignored him and walked out of the room.

Listening to the sound of his leaving footsteps, He Jing sat on the cold ground for a long time, and when he heard that Mo Qi had gone far away, he raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth strangely.

"almost……"

When Mo Qi walked to the door, she hesitated for a moment, but raised her hand to knock.

As expected, there was no reply from the room.

"Feng Mo." Mo Qi shouted, "Open the door, I have something to say to you."

The door panel was hit by someone throwing something from inside, and there was a crisp sound of broken porcelain.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Mo," Mo Qi lowered her voice, "I'm leaving Feng's house tomorrow."

As soon as the dust had settled, the moment his words fell, the world fell into a sudden silence.After an unknown amount of time, heavy snow fell outside the eaves again, and the sound of snowflakes rustling to the ground was like an intimate whisper in the middle of the night, soft and mournful.

"Why..." Feng Mo asked softly behind the door.

"Father just called me to the back mountain and told me something."

"..."

"He said that if you enter Kunlun tomorrow, you will not be able to return the golden elixir if you don't tie it up."

"But you are only in the Qi refining period, when will you have to wait for the Golden Elixir!" Feng Mo asked anxiously.

Mo Qi was taken aback, remembering that he was still stagnant in the Qi refining stage in the eyes of everyone, he couldn't help laughing when he heard Feng Mo's anxious tone, "Are you worried about me?"

Feng Mo paused, then snorted.

He neither denies nor admits it, which is in line with his awkward temperament.

Mo Qi slowed down for a while, and said seriously: "I don't care what happens in Kunlun, and I'm not particularly worried about when I can return to Feng's house. Hungry yourself, not cold yourself."

Feng Mo didn't speak.

Mo Qi couldn't guess his expression through a door panel.

"Your handwriting is still so ugly, and you haven't grown much in the past few months. Even my book boy can make you go around. You are so stupid and you don't have my care. Can you live in Feng's house?" Said At this point, Mo Qi let out a long sigh, "But people have to grow up. Momo, I can't protect you forever. I came today just to say goodbye to you. I didn't misunderstand you about the matter just now. It's just that you remember it. That He Jing, you must stay away from him. I should go."

"Brother--" Feng Mo stopped Mo Qi from inside the door.

Mo Qi paused, then turned around, but the door didn't open.

"Brother." The voice from inside the door was muffled, "Thank you."

Mo Qi smiled, "Fool, we are brothers."

There was no sound from inside the door.

Mo Qi shook her head with a smile, and stepped into the snowstorm again.