Touch the cold

Three years later, outside Yongcheng.

"You have been with me all the way, are you tired?" Mo Zijin sat on a rock under a willow tree, opened the sheepskin water bag around his waist, and asked the young man in front of him while drinking water.

"Not tired." The man swallowed, shook his head and said.

Mo Zijin sighed helplessly, handed the sheepskin water bag in his hand to the man, and asked, "What's your name?"

The man took the water bag, hesitated for a moment before lifting it up and took a few mouthfuls of water. After drinking, he wiped the corner of his mouth with his cuff and said, "My name is Lingyou." Zijin's side returned the water bag to him.

Mo Zijin took the water bag and glanced at his sword, then continued to ask, "Then why were you tied to the tree?"

Lingyou was met by Mo Zijin in a forest on the way back to Yongcheng. This man was tied to a tree with a cotton cloth stuffed in his mouth. He looked extremely embarrassed. If Mo Zijin hadn't relieved him Tie, you may not meet any jackals and beasts at night.

Hearing Mo Zijin's question, Lingyou blushed a little, but then his eyes became a little angry, and he held the sword in his hand and said, "I can't see two soldiers bullying people passing by." Go down and go up to teach me a lesson."

Mo Zijin glanced at the sword in Lingyou's hand again, and said with a smile: "But why do I look like you were taught a lesson by those two soldiers?"

Lingyou lowered his eyes, hesitated for a moment, handed the sword in his hand to Mo Zijin, and said, "I have more heart but not enough strength."

Mo Zijin took the sword and felt that it was extremely light. Holding the hilt, he pulled out the sword, only to see that the body of the sword was broken and mottled, as if the sword could be broken with a little force.Mo Zijin turned his head and looked at Lingyou suspiciously, "Why do you carry such a sword on your back?"

Lingyou shrugged embarrassingly, "What can you do if you don't carry it, it's so easy to get a good sword." Lingyou sighed after talking, "If you want to talk about the best soldiers in the world, it must be the Qin family in the capital. ..."

With a sound of "Zheng", before Lingyou could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the sound of Mo Zijin pushing the broken sword back into its scabbard.Lingyou hurriedly turned his head to look at him, took back the sword with some distress in his eyes, and said, "Be gentle, I only have this little property."

Mo Zijin shook his head and smiled, got up and said to Lingyou, "Isn't it just a sword, I'll make a good one for you."

Lingyou looked up at Mo Zijin with a look of surprise, "Really?"

Mo Zijin nodded, "Really, but it has been agreed in advance that after you get the sword, you will stop following me and go wherever you want."

Lingyou nodded hurriedly, got up and patted the dirt on his body, Lingyou wandered the rivers and lakes these years and didn't know where he should go, just thinking about agreeing first.

"Come with me first." Mo Zijin said, and headed towards Yongcheng with Ling You.

Lingyou originally thought that if Mo Zijin dared to boast so much in Haikou, he must be the son of some rich family, but Mo Zijin brought him to a very low and dilapidated door.

"What is this place?" Lingyou asked hesitantly standing in front of the door.

Mo Zijin was about to open the door and go in, but was paused by Lingyou's question, and then smiled and said, "The den of thieves."

Lingyou frowned, "The den of thieves?"

Mo Zijin tilted his head, "You'll know when you come in and take a look." After saying that, he pushed the low door and went in.

Standing at the door, Lingyou bit his lip, followed Mo Zijin into the door ruthlessly, but to his surprise, there was something special inside this door.

Inside the gate is a large square courtyard, surrounded by three-dimensional houses, there are actually quite a few people in the courtyard, coming and going, it is very lively, Ling You was stunned for a while.

"If you don't come back, we will all think you died on the way." Lingyou was in a daze, when a girl said to Mo Zijin in an unhappy tone.

Mo Zijin smiled, took out a string of lavender jade beads from his bosom and threw them into the girl's bosom, saying: "The things haven't been brought back to you yet, how dare I die on the road."

The girl took the beads and touched them, raised her face and said with a smile, "It's not too bad." At this moment, she caught sight of Ling You who was beside Mo Zijin, and asked him after a moment of surprise, "This...who is this? .”

Mo Zijin pursed his lips and said, "Those passing by, come in for a cup of tea."

"Drink..." The girl paused, grabbed Mo Zijin by the corner of his clothes and dragged him aside, and said in a low voice, "Don't you know that outsiders are not allowed to enter our place? Be careful that Uncle Ren will punish you."

"I know." Mo Zijin said, "After tonight he won't come again." After saying that, he glanced at Lingyou and continued: "This man doesn't look bad."

"You can see the good and the bad at a glance." The girl sighed and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, be careful." After saying that, she left Mo Zijin and turned to leave.

Mo Zijin smiled, watched the girl's back go away, turned to Lingyou and said, "This girl has a bit of a temper, don't mess with her."

Lingyou nodded in a daze.

Mo Zijin took Lingyou to his house. The house was not big, but it was very clean. There was incense burning in the house, which smelled very good, but Lingyou always lived in the open air, so he didn't know what kind of incense it was.

"You stay in this room today, don't wander around here, I will come back when I'm ugly." Mo Zijin poured a cup of tea for Lingyou and said.

Lingyou was a little confused by Mo Zijin, and asked, "But... But didn't you say you would give me a sword?"

"I will bring your sword with me when I come back." Mo Zijin said calmly, rolling up his sleeves, "Just wait."

Lingyou was full of doubts, but felt that Mo Zijin would not lie to him, so he only asked tentatively, "Why did you help me like this?"

Mo Zijin paused for a moment with the hand on his cuff, and then said, "You remind me of an old friend, a person whom no one has mentioned to me for a long time."

Lingyou frowned.

Mo Zijin shook his head, before Lingyou could ask any more questions, he turned around and left the house, closed the door, and walked out of the courtyard.

The capital, the Qin family.Mo Zijin, who is far away in Yongcheng, rarely hears others mention the Qin family in the capital. He doesn't know how Qin Yi is doing now. He left the Qin family three years ago without a sound, and has never been to the Qin family since then. Others have inquired about Qin Yi.

"Hey, Mo Zijin, Axue just told me you're back." A slovenly man approached Mo Zijin and patted him on the shoulder, "It's just right that you're back, accompany me Go drink."

Mo Zijin regained his composure from the past, and the man grinned at the corner of his lips when he was slapped, and said, "Brother Qi, your hands are getting stronger and stronger, next time you can go knock on the iron gate."

The man shook his palm and smiled, "It's not that you can't help but take pictures of your body."

Mo Zijin shook his head at him, and said with a smile: "I won't drink with you today, I have something to do when I go out tonight, another day."

"Yo." The man leaned over and asked, "Whose house are you going to touch again today? Do you want me to help you?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm just going to get a gadget." Mo Zijin said.

"Well..." the man said in a long voice, "Then I'll leave you alone and be careful."

"En." Mo Zijin replied, not staying in the courtyard, and went to the other side of Yongcheng.

Ling Youqian sat in Mo Zijin's room and waited. When he was bored, he stood up and walked around before sitting down. Before he knew it, the sky darkened, and Lingyou screamed with hunger. But he could only endure it, not even daring to open the door, just staring at the flickering candles on the table in a daze.

After midnight, Lingyou was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He dozed off on the table with his head on his head. He didn't know how many times he slept back and forth. Then he heard the door knock and woke up with a jerk.

"You didn't wander around?" Mo Zijin stepped into the door and asked Lingyou.

Ling You was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, he shook his head and said, "No."

"That's good." Mo Zijin nodded, put a sword in his hand on the table, then poured himself a cup of herbal tea, took a sip and asked Lingyou: "See if this sword is still alive?" Is it to your liking?"

Lingyou's eyes widened, he carefully picked up the sword on the table, and touched it carefully. The light-colored pattern on the scabbard was extremely delicate. When you pull it out, the blade is like thin paper, with a little bit of cold light shining.

Ling You opened his mouth slightly, and after looking at it for a while, he asked Mo Zijin, "Where did you get this, such a good sword is really rare."

Mo Zijin lowered his eyes and looked a little tired, and replied lightly: "It was stolen."

"Steal?" Lingyou couldn't believe his ears, looked at the sword again and again, turned to Mo Zijin and said, "You actually went to steal something?"

Mo Zijin blinked and looked at Ling You, who was a little out of breath, nodded and said, "I've said it all, this is a den of thieves, but in fact, everyone you see here is a thief."

"Then I don't want this sword anymore." Lingyou threw the sword back on the table with a gloomy expression, "Where did you steal it and put it back?"

Mo Zijin just smiled disdainfully and continued to drink his tea.

Lingyou's temperament has always been upright, seeing Mo Zijin's attitude, he immediately felt that he was not speculative, took his broken sword and walked out the door without even saying goodbye.

Mo Zijin didn't keep him either, just looked at his back and yawned, then put away the sword on the table, anyway, Lingyou probably won't come to him again in the future.

The ugly time has passed, but today Mo Zijin somehow didn't feel sleepy at all. After walking around the room for a couple of times, he ran to the roof with a jug of wine.

Yongcheng is not as mellow as the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed in the capital, and there are no wine shops as good as Gujiufang.At the beginning, Mo Zijin still had some nostalgia, but after a long time, he got used to it. Most of the time, people are not intoxicated by alcohol, but people are intoxicated by themselves.

So that night, there was another wine jug turned upside down on the ridge of the roof.