Lonely tree in the north

A thick white mist filled the woods, as if an extremely thick and wide curtain had descended from the sky, and only the outlines of objects could be seen in front of the eyes.

Mo Xun, who slowly crawled out of the thick white mist, was struggling to climb up the rock with his hands on his hands, when a tingling pain in his neck made him stop all his movements.

He raised his eyes cautiously, only to see that the white mist in front of him slowly dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was a pair of purple gold-embellished shoes.

"Brother, please speak up if you have something to say." Mo Xun immediately admitted that there is no one who can wear such shoes, except Chiwuge.

The person above Mo Xun's head froze for a moment, and retracted the hand holding the sword, but the aura that oppressed Mo Xun and still dared not raise his head was still there.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"I..." Mo Xun hesitated whether to say it, but before he could think of how to say it, suddenly a hand above grabbed his collar and lifted Mo Xun up from the puddle.

"what--!"

Like a kitten, its whole body was already wet, so it was picked up and thrown aside.

"Are you the one from Jiumengguishan?" The person carrying Moxun just glanced at it, and then wiped his hands with his own handkerchief.

Mo Xun didn't answer him directly, what he hates the most now is looking at Gu An's small stature and bullying people casually, if he wants to save them, he can save them, why do he have to mention them?

Seeing that he didn't respond, the man paused, and looked at the figure with his eyes.

At this time, Mo Xun stood up while patting the dirty things on his clothes, but forgot that there was the puddle he fell into just now behind him, and moved back, but he didn't think his feet would slip.

The man grabbed his arm quickly, and after pulling him back, he hurriedly shook Mo Xun away to avoid slipping down again because he could not see clearly.

Mo Xun was also so frightened that his face turned pale, but as soon as he reacted, he pushed the man's hand away as if holding a grudge.

"I saved you, don't go too far." The man obviously resisted Mo Xun's disgust, and his brows were already knit together where he couldn't see it in the white mist.

"Then I still have to thank you for bringing me up?" Mo Xun also forgot how cowardly he was just now, and suddenly stiffened.

But as soon as the words fell, Mo Xun's hard energy was directly brushed to the lowest level. Under the circumstances that they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, Mo Xun's voice seemed to be begging.

"Brother, I was wrong! You can ask anything, don't slip your hands."

"Heh." The man sneered contemptuously, thinking that the person in front of him was quite interesting.

But now in Mo Xun's heart, he has already scolded the person in front of him, what's so great about Chi Wuge's people, they are always rude and self-righteous.

"Where are you from? What's your name? What's your purpose here?"

"Xushan Gu'an, come here just to have a look."

When the man heard the first four words, he didn't move too much, and put away the sword on Mo Xun's neck.

"Chiwu Pavilion, North Zi'an."

His voice came out when he retracted the sword, low and hoarse, like a muffled thunder in the sky.

It's just that Mo Xun's reaction to him was to roll his eyes.

He muttered brokenly in his mouth: "I don't need you to tell me, you self-righteous guy."

Just after finishing the words in his mouth, a stiff voice suddenly came from the top of his head, which scared Mo Xun to his wits.

"What are you talking about?" Bei Zi'an seemed to have heard it, and there was a little anger in his voice, but he didn't seem to hear it, because after he finished asking, he didn't act angry.

Based on the understanding of Bei Zi'an in the book, his personality can be regarded as violent and domineering, so even if Mo Xun dislikes him a little now, he dare not express it publicly.

"I mean, I didn't expect to meet the owner of the Chiwu Pavilion here. I am so lucky."

Bei Zi'an said nothing, if there was no white mist, Mo Xun would probably be able to see his busy staring.

What he hates most in Bei Zi'an's life is people who like to flatter others at every turn.

Of course, Mo Xun also knew about this.

It's just that there are few appearances in the book, so I don't have a comprehensive understanding of Bei Zi'an, and Mo Xun didn't expect a word he responded to.

"Bei did not expect that the people from Xushan are nothing more than this."

"You—!" Mo Xun was so angry that he almost got angry, he gritted his teeth and glared at the figure who had walked away, wishing he could rush up and beat him with a big stick.

Tolerate!

You have to bear it, after all, if you want to go out, you may have to rely on him.

If you can't bear it a little, you will make a big conspiracy. I, Mo Xun, will record this matter in my notebook; anyway, the future is long, and I will settle accounts with you sooner or later.

After Mo Xun sorted out his emotions, he realized that the figure had already gone far away. He chased after him in a hurry, but before he could take a few steps, a scream sounded from the forest again.

……

A few crows flew by, and after Mo Xun was mentioned by that hateful man again, he became brazen.

Wearing Bei Zi'an's robe and holding Bei Zi'an's scabbard, he walked along the ground that Bei Zi'an stepped on.