Rebirth of the Substitute Male Concubine

Mozi looked at Nangong Chenli, his eyes were not only happy but also relieved at this moment, and he was not as serious as before, his dark and thin face was full of smiles.

"Young master, let's go to see you, you have been waiting for you for 18 years. After 18 years, there is finally a promising person from the Mo family who has avenged you."

Speaking of this, Mozi choked up again. Although he doesn't know martial arts, he is a strong man, but today he has the urge to cry frequently.

For 18 years, they waited, hoped, and were already disappointed, but the son of the young master came and brought them a big surprise, half of the young master's revenge was avenged.

Nangong Chenli is not polite at all, he also wants to meet his father, he wants to see what the generation of war god Mo Ziyan looks like, he wants to light three sticks of incense for his father Mo Ziyan, Nangong Chenli is heartbroken Nodding his head, he followed Mo Zi and walked inside.

"Young master, who are these?" At this time, the twelve guards of the Mo family saw Xue Wuchi and the others.

"They are my friends. I will bring them to meet my father." Nangong Chenli replied very concisely, looking at everyone with calm eyes. Although they are friends, it is definitely not possible for him to bring him to Cangqiong Mountain. Ordinary, especially the way Nangong Chenlixin looks at Xue Wuchi is also unusual.

The twelve soldiers of the Mo family have been influenced by Mo Ziyan, a genius with both civil and military skills since childhood. They are by no means rough men with only military force. Seeing Nangong Chenli's eyes looking at Xue Wuchi, they certainly understand what this consciousness is. The lonely life in the barren mountains made them more lively than usual, so they called everyone to boo.

Although the Twelve Soldiers of the Mohist School are martial arts practitioners, they are also open-minded people. "Great, the young master brought his future husband here, the young master must be very happy now."

"That's right, that's right, when the young master and husband come together, don't say 18 years, the young master can wait for a few more years."

When Nangong Chenli heard this, his steps froze, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, and just let the crowd squeeze him and Xue Wuchi together.

Wu Ya, who was left alone on the periphery, looked at the group of people walking forward, and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Aren't you judging people by their appearance? Why do you think that ice face is your future husband when there is me, a handsome young man with a handsome face?"

"Young man, let's go, our young master doesn't like you." Mo Chou, who was at the end, pulled Wu Ya very proudly, and a group of people walked towards the white tent. The direction of the two guards kneeling down.

"Is he my father? Is he the white-clothed general admired by everyone in Tianyao——Mo Ziyan?"

Nangong Chenli pointed to the lifelike figure in the tent and asked, his choked voice intermittently stopped.

As soon as Nangong Chenli stepped into the tent and saw the layout of the tent, the tears he suppressed finally fell down. At this moment, he really didn't know how to thank the twelve uncles.

This is my father's tomb, and it is also the most special tomb in this world, because this camp is Moziyan's tomb.

Mozi nodded, and looked at the man in white on the main seat, with a calm and yearning smile in his eyes. "Young master, this camp is exactly the same as the camp that was set up in Tianyao battlefield when the young master was in danger.

Although the young master is the commander of the first army, except for going to the battlefield, he usually wears a white child's robe, even in the barracks.

The 12 of us are the young master's personal soldiers, and we were the only generals under the young master who could lead the army at that time. Four of us 12 stood next to the young master every day and followed, and the other eight were in charge of the military affairs.

Young master, you see, the young master usually sits in the position of the commander, and then gives orders to the soldiers. No matter how dangerous the situation is, the young master can think of countermeasures while talking and laughing. "

Mozi pointed to the man in white on the main seat in the middle of the barracks. Yes, the most special thing about this tomb is the man in white sitting on the main seat. It is the wax figure of Mo Ziyan.

If he didn't know that Mo Ziyan was dead, Nangong Chenli would think that his father, Mo Ziyan, was sitting there looking at him with a smile. With that look in his eyes, Nangong Chenli would never believe that his father, Mo Ziyan, was dead. up.

He was dressed in a white gauze with splashed ink, and sat lazily and leisurely on the main seat. There was a faint and distant smile on his handsome face. If it wasn't for the wisdom and sharpness in his eyes, Nangong Chenli would not have believed it. His father is a white-clothed general admired by Tianyao soldiers, because this kind of Mo Ziyan is like a banished immortal, not at all like a general whose hands are stained with blood, and a single order will count the lives of adults.

Nangong Chenli, Xue Wuchi, Xiaoshenlong and Wuya stood at the entrance of the tent, and they looked at the "Mozi inkstone" without moving.

Slightly raised eyes, alienated smile, spotless clothes, time seems to go back 18 years ago, they saw Mo Ziyan sitting there giving orders to retreat from the enemy one by one, they saw Mo Ziyan Even if he shoulders heavy responsibilities in the world, he still has an optimistic and calm heart.

Mozi inkstone should be like this.

"He is worthy of being remembered forever by the world." Xue Wuchi said the first sentence after arriving at the top of Cangqiong Mountain.

A man who always has a calm smile, a man who is talented but restrained, a man who is unparalleled in style, lazy and leisurely, such a man.

Xue Wuchi looked at Nangong Chenli who was kneeling down, and knelt beside Nangong Chenli without any reluctance. He is Mo Heng's future husband, and it is right to kneel down to worship his future father-in-law.

A man like Mo Ziyan, besides being envied and admired, makes people feel no trace of jealousy. It is his Xue Wuchi's honor to be able to worship Mo Ziyan.

The little Shenlong quietly looked at the "Moziyan" who looked at him with a smile, and felt a little itchy somewhere in his heart. If his father was still alive, would he be like Moziyan?

If his father also had a group of such life-and-death personal guards, would he also be able to see what his parents looked like?Too bad he didn't, and neither did his father.

The little Shenlong looked at Moziyan respectfully. The man had a pair of tolerant and wise eyes, and he had a taste that made people want to get close. Unknowingly, the little Shenlong also knelt obediently beside Nangong Chenli. That direction was Moziyan. .

Seeing this posture, Wu Ya was also kneeling beside Nangong Chenli. He didn't know what kind of person Mo Ziyan was, but he could tell from a wax figure that Mo Ziyan was extraordinary.

A man with such elegance, a man who can make his bodyguards follow him like this, this is a real man, Wu Ya has no hesitation or reluctance.

dong dong dong.

The four bowed down in an orderly manner. They came to pay homage to the descendants of their ancestors, and they were also soldiers who obeyed the military orders.

"Young master, the wait is finally here."

The twelve Mozi stood behind Nangong Chenli, almost at the same time stretched out their hands in front of themselves, and then wiped away their tears.

Although the young master's vengeance has not yet been avenged, but seeing the young master's children, they believe that the big vendetta will be avenged sooner or later.

"Young master, get up. Young master, he doesn't like people kneeling on him every day." Twelve people from Mozi stepped forward and helped Nangong Chenli and the others up.

"Uncle Mozi, thank you, I finally know what my father looks like." Nangong Chenli bowed deeply, this wax figure was lifelike, with that look, that movement, if it wasn't for the closest person, it would be impossible to do it.

Mo Ziyan, his father was neither cold-eyed nor arrogant, he was like a banished immortal, he watched the ups and downs of the world with a smile, and saw the world with his eyes.

"Young master, please don't do this. This is what we should do. Don't thank us. If you want to thank us, we should thank you, young master. If there is no young master, there will be no us. We guard the tomb of the young master's clothes, just like guarding It's the same as being by the son's side, only in this way can we have the motivation to live."

There is no trace of hypocrisy in Mozi's words. They only live for Moziyan in their whole life. If there is no Moziyan, they will be like rootless grass, floating with the wind.

"Young master, my master likes to be clean. We never light incense in front of you. Go and blow the dust for you." Mo Shen handed a piece of clean white cotton cloth to Nangong Chenli, motioning Nangong Chenli to touch "Mozi Inkstone".

"Okay." Nangong Chenli took the white cotton coat and let the tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

His father likes to be clean, and he knows a little more.

"You go too." Another person next to him handed another piece of white cotton cloth to Xue Wuchi.

Xue Wuchi froze for a moment, and immediately took it over. "Thanks."

"You don't need to thank us, you are the one chosen by the young master. No matter whether the young master will marry you or follow you in the future, we believe in the young master's vision." The twelve soldiers said.

"Don't worry." Xue Wuchi nodded solemnly, and didn't make any vows to protect each other to the death, just one sentence, don't worry.

Mo Ziyan's twelve soldiers nodded in satisfaction. This man is like their young master, he doesn't make promises lightly, but he will definitely do what he says.

The little boy has good eyesight.

Nangong Chenli and Xue Wuchi came to Moziyan's wax figure, and after a closer look, they realized that the wax figure could not be summed up perfectly in one sentence.

The creases on the clothes, the fine marks on the nails, the lines on the skin, the fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the deep worry hidden between the eyebrows.

The wax figure of Moziyan is very clean, truly spotless. The twelve soldiers of the Mohist family know that Moziyan loves cleanliness, so how could they let a speck of dust on Moziyan.

They asked Nangong Chenli and Xue Wuchi to clean the dust on the Mozi inkstone, just to allow them to have a closer look at the Mozi inkstone.

After all, this was the first time that Mo Ziyan and Mo Heng met.

Knowing that the wax figure was extremely clean, Nangong Chenli and Xue Wuchi were careful and wiped it from the beginning to the end gently.

"what."

When Nangong Chenli wiped it to the end and saw the white hair in Mo Ziyan's ink-like black hair, Nangong Chenli finally couldn't help crying.

"Mo Heng" Xue Wuchi hurried forward and hugged Nangong Chenli in his arms. In front of Mo Ziyan, Xue Wuchi couldn't call "Nangong Chenli" because the two people were so similar.

Standing still and moving, no one doubted that they were father and son.

"Xue Wuchi, why, why did he die so early, why?" Nangong Chenli lay beside Xue Wuchi, and the emotions that had been suppressed for several days finally poured out.