Marry Long Aotian

We haven't seen each other for half a month. If Guanling hadn't been there, Mo Yang wouldn't have recognized that this was their caravan.

There was only half of the team of dozens of people left, with no goods or horses, and everyone was dressed in rags and their faces were blue and yellow, like deserters defeated on the battlefield, and their bodies were purple from the cold in the snow.

Guanling was leaning against the boundary marker of the state of Jin, motionless.

They rushed out of the state of Jin with all their strength, but what happened after they came out?

Are they going to continue north?

They can't go home anymore.

At this moment, Guan Ling heard Mo Yang's voice, and after reacting for a long time, he numbly turned his head to look.

Guan Ling's cheeks were already sunken, because he stopped the car in a moment of resignation, the food was taken away, and he hadn't eaten for a long time.

But Mo Yang was different, his clothes were still tidy, his carriage was intact, and he was well maintained.

Guan Ling didn't think about it yet, but licked his lips first.

Eyes like a beast.

Mo Yang's footsteps paused, and the next moment, Yan Lingyun walked in front of him, blocking Guan Ling's view and also blocking him.

He heard the young man's voice: "Boss Guan, please stay safe."

Guan Ling spoke very slowly: "...Brother Yan."

When Mo Yang poked his head at this time, Guan Ling's eyes could no longer see anything.He smiled wryly: "Brother Yan, Brother Mo, can you give me some food."

There was a lot of dry food in Mo Yang's backpack. Although most of it was sprinkled on the road, there were still several bags. At this time, three big cakes were distributed to each of Guanling's first team, which was more than enough.

Seeing them gobbling it up and weeping with joy, Mo Yang simply gave him the remaining few bags: "Uncle Guan, eat slowly."

Guan Ling's hands trembled, and he nodded numbly.Others were even more grateful to Mo Yang, and some even knelt down to him, saying nothing about Bodhisattvas and saints.

After eating the three pancakes, Guan Ling said to Mo Yang, "Where are you... going?"

"It's better to go north," Mo Yang said, "to seek refuge with relatives."

"Oh." Guan Ling looked at the few bags of grain that Mo Yang had brought down, lowered his head, and said earnestly, "Can you take us for a while to the next post station? I sewed a bag on the sole of my shoe to hold the cash. When we arrive at the station, we can replenish supplies.”

Mo Yang did not doubt him: "Okay." He added: "This method is really clever, I also want to sew a bag on the bottom of the shoe."

Jio is stepping on money at the bottom, just think about it and feel at ease.

But Guanling and the others were already too weak to walk, and it was getting dark, so they collectively asked Mo Yang to camp nearby for the time being, rest for one night, and set off tomorrow.

Mo Yang agreed, and set up a few tents for them to hide in to shelter from the wind and snow.

Guan Ling and the others were even more grateful.

Mo Yang felt a little more at ease, it wasn't too cold tonight, so he also wanted to camp outside, light a bonfire, and watch the stars.

Although the idea is good, but after waiting for a few hours after sunset, the sky is full of dark clouds.

Mo Yang could only go back to the tent and sleep obediently.

But he didn't notice that a gap was secretly opened in the tent in Guanling not far away, and one eyeball was behind the gap, silently observing him.

In the middle of the night, a black shadow appeared outside Mo Yang's tent.

It was a man in the Guanling caravan, inconspicuous, thin and dark.

But he is the best person in the caravan.

Tonight was cloudy, and after the bonfire was quietly extinguished, there was no light.Only his eyes flickered, as if hesitating.

But after seeing the tall and spacious carriage, hesitation turned into resoluteness.

His companions are already ambushing around, as long as he kills one of them first, the others will work together to subdue the other, and the carriage will belong to them.

I don't know how much food and treasures there are on it, and even the four horses will not worry about buyers.

Enough for them to go home and even make a small profit.

As for the silver tickets sewn on the soles of the shoes...it was all deceitful by Guan Ling, their clothes had been ripped off, so there was no such thing as softness.The thin man gritted his teeth and groped in, holding a dagger in his palm, tiptoeing without making a sound.

In just a few steps, it feels like walking for hours.

Finally, he touched the side of the bed, and after identifying a little hair, he ignored the three seven and twenty one, and ruthlessly stabbed the lower neck!

But as soon as the knife was stabbed, he felt something wrong-this is not a human being, this is cotton!

A clear light flashed, and the Baopu sword passed through the chest behind the thin man. The man's mouth overflowed with blood, and he fell to the ground. The last scene he saw was the sharp blade on his chest.

There was no wave in Yan Lingyun's eyes, and he shook the sword slightly, shaking off the blood.

Mo Chao stood behind him, smelling the smell of blood, his mind was full of the crazy movements of the man when he raised the knife, and the hideous expression on his face before he died.

"You're right," Mo Chao watched the blood flow to his feet, "They want to kill me."

For food and carriages, there was not even a trace of hesitation.

Mo Yang was a little dazed, but also a little sad.

At this time, he heard Yan Lingyun's voice: "Mo Wei, it is common for the cultivation world to be dodged and betrayed, you have to get used to it."

Only when you are strong enough, you can easily deliver trust and do whatever you want.

Mo Yang obviously didn't reach this level.

He was vigilant, and Guan Ling was too obvious, even without Yan Lingyun this time, he could have escaped.But what about the future?What should I do if I meet someone who is better at disguising and is more vicious.

Yan Lingyun kept silent before, agreeing to Mo Yang to bring the caravan, it was a bet with him.

Human nature can't stand the postgraduate entrance examination. Even if he sent so much food and supplies, the result still hasn't changed.

Yan Lingyun: "Let's go."

He held Mo Yang's hand.

After hearing the screams, the people outside the tent had already surrounded the tent. As soon as Mo Yang went out, he met more than a dozen pairs of greedy and vicious eyes. They had no weapons, so they sharpened the stone and bit it with their teeth. Immortality is only a hair's breadth away from complete madness.

Guan Ling was among them, and Mo Yang glanced at him.

But sometimes, you don't get the upper hand by being crazy.

After Yan Lingyun killed four people in a row like chopping vegetables and melons, the people in front finally wavered, unwilling to resign but dared not rush forward again, and made way for them.

Mo Yang walked over and got into the carriage with Yan Lingyun.

He rode away, but at the last moment, dropped something.

Everyone in the caravan quickly retreated, thinking it was some dangerous item.There was no response for a while, Guan Ling gritted his teeth and moved forward under the urging of the crowd, but found that it was not a poison at all.

There are two things lying quietly on the snow:

A piece of gold; and a piece of Guanling were originally intended to be given to the children, but in the end they were given to Mo Yang's small wooden carving.

……

……

After experiencing this incident, Mo Yang became a little silent.

But after only a few days, the emotion had almost dissipated, and he was happy again, lying on the window looking at the scenery outside, paralyzed by salted fish.

Although the road to the north was bumpy, it was generally smooth. At the beginning of March, they had completed most of the journey, and the cold winter was finally coming to an end.

The fine snow on Pine Ridge melted and turned into rain and fell on the ground, refracting the brilliant sunlight. The majestic mountain peaks gradually began to dance, and the ice crystals shattered into large pieces of stars.

The river began to thaw, and the gurgling mountain stream passed over the bluestones, growing patches of greenery.

There is no mortal who doesn't like spring, because in spring, he will be blessed by the earth, nourishing the body that has been dry for a long time, and giving birth to hope and expectation.

Only heaven and earth can be so generous and fair.

Where there is a river, there are fish. At noon this day, Mo Yang took out the fishing rod of the system, pinched the bait in his backpack, and leisurely fished on the shore.

His fishing was unskillful, it was all open-hanging. Ten seconds after reading the line, a big fish bit the hook, and after being dragged ashore by Mo Yang, he snapped and bit ferociously.

Mo Chao happily mentioned the fish, and showed off to Yan Lingyun in a reserved manner: "Look, I caught a huge fish!"

Yan Lingyun nodded: "It's really big."

After watching for a while, he also tied up his trousers and went into the water to catch fish.After observing for a while, he picked up the Baopu sword, drew the sword a few times, and made a string.

He has fully recovered now, even if it is a mortal body, the blood bar has risen to [-], which is equivalent to the red bar of a third-level Qi training monk.

Mo Yang is only in the early ten thousand.

Mo Yang: "..."

Yan Lingyun said: "You like to eat, eat more."

The two of them skewered and fished well, and in a short time they made a bucket of fish.Most of them were put into the backpack to be eaten slowly, and a small part was processed now, one was boiled in fish soup, and four were roasted for eating.

The afternoon smoke is curling up, the sun is warm, and grass has grown on the shore, swaying gently with the wind.

There are also more birds in the woods. Sitting on the stones, blowing the wind, basking in the sun, makes people addicted.

All afternoon, Mo Yang spent all his time by the river, eating fish slowly.

Yan Lingyun would feed him some grilled fish from time to time, hug him, and enjoy it quietly.

The sunlight fell on the creek, and the phosphorescence flickered.

At a certain moment, he suddenly heard the sound of sprouts breaking through the ground.

clap clap-

Yan Lingyun's eyes moved, and at that moment, he suddenly became enlightened, and he saw everything around him clearly and purely. The mountains are mountains, the water is water, the blue clouds and blue sky, and the grass grows and warblers fly.

The years have never been so clear, and they are no longer quicksand that hastily passed by his fingertips. If he is in it, if he has never experienced its beauty, it will be so bad.

Now, he feels it.He likes and cherishes such time.

He likes and cherishes Mo Yang.

After a while, Yan Lingyun said, "Mo Wei."

"Huh?" Mo Yang leaned his head on his shoulder, almost unable to open his eyes.

But Yan Lingyun quickly closed his eyes.

Mo Yang continued to stick to him.

It wasn't until evening that he woke up and realized something was wrong—why didn't Yan Lingyun move? ?

The protagonist remained motionless, sitting with his knees bent, holding the sword in one hand and circling him with the other.

"Yan Lingyun?" Mo Yang poked him, but the young man didn't respond.

Until 996 went online with a ding-dong: "Dear host, the protagonist has fallen into a state of epiphany, and the duration is undetermined."

It was only then that Mo Yang discovered that there was an epiphany buff under Yan Lingyun's avatar, and immediately envied him: "Is this Long Aotian?"

Eating a grilled fish can enlighten you.

Did he realize the Dafa of salted fish?

Mo Yang sighed melancholy.But after thinking about it, he went to pull up a tent for Yan Lingyun to keep out the wind and rain.

Facts proved that this decision was correct, because for three days in a row, Yan Lingyun had no intention of waking up.

Mo Yang cooks by himself, washes clothes by himself, and sleeps in the carriage by himself, quite uncomfortable.

Especially for washing clothes, Mo Yang would only rua a few times when washing clothes, and then hang them on the tree stump.

Yan Lingyun rubbed it for him before.

Tonight, Mo Yang is sleeping alone again, and 996 is on vigil.

24 on standby for 996 hours: =v=

Until the sound of thunder in the middle of the night woke up Mo Chao, there was lightning and thunder outside, and it began to rain heavily!

The first rain of spring in the northern region came fiercely. After the rain came, the mountains and forests roared and beasts hissed. In the dark night, thunder and lightning exploded like cobwebs in the sky, piercing the long night for thousands of miles.

Mo Chao hurriedly opened the compartment door to go out, and was splashed all over the face.

Thunderstorms in the wild and indoors are not the same thing at all. Even an adult, Mo Yang was frightened into palpitations. He lowered his body in the strong wind and grabbed the railing to avoid being overturned. He couldn't imagine what it was like for a monk to be struck by lightning. Tragic scene.

Yan Lingyun's small tent had been overturned, and he sat alone in the rain, but remained motionless.

Mo Yang held up his umbrella and wanted to cover him, but at this moment, he heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed——

Boom!

The thunderstorm resounded through the sky like a torrent, magnificent and shocking.Under the thunderstorm, Yan Lingyun suddenly opened his eyes, drew his sword and moved.

The torrential rain poured down on him like strong wine, and a mist of mist evaporated.The silver-white sword light pierced through the long night like thunder and lightning. It was extremely fast and wanton.

Sword Intent!

Dacheng!

Yan Lingyun realized the sword intent in the fourteenth foundation building, but after decades of ups and downs in the mercy sword school, he had to work hard and could not break through.Now that all the shackles are broken, there is a feeling of a dragon entering the ocean and a kun leaping into the mountains and seas, and the thunder is torn apart everything in the past.

Fame, vanity, unwillingness, all defeated.

While watching him dance sword, Mo Yang held up an umbrella and was drenched by the rain.

He wiped his face: "Tong'er, how do you know that Yan Lingyun is the protagonist." It was really accurate.

996: "I saw it."

At that time, it broke through the boundary wall with Mo Yang, passed through this world, and received some fragments of the Dao of Heaven when it merged.There is Yan Lingyun in it.

Thousands of years later, this world collapsed and everything was annihilated, and Yan Lingyun was the only one who became an immortal and detached.

Mo Yang was a little surprised: "The only one?"

He wasn't very surprised by World Pills. Writing novels these days wouldn't be called novels without some world-destroying games.

996: "You must be added now."

Mo Yang was a little swollen: "That's true."

He will definitely work hard to cultivate immortality!

996 added: "Because he likes you so much."

Mo Yang: "What?"

But 996 didn't speak again, and automatically stood by.

Mo Yang continued to watch Wu Jian, because he was so handsome, he felt itchy and wanted to try it too.

After half an hour, Yan Lingyun stopped completely.At this time, his aura is different from usual. The sword cultivator's kendo has several major realms: sword energy, sharp energy, sword intent, sword soul, and sword realm. Unlimited.

He watched Mo Yang quietly in the rain, and suddenly smiled.

Yan Lingyun called him: "Mo Qi."

Mo Yang couldn't bear it and ran over, trying to hold an umbrella for him, but the young man picked him up and hugged him tightly.

He called his name again:

"Don't worry."

This sound was different from before, Mo Yang was slightly stunned, and his lips were kissed, allowing the young man to poke in easily.

Very hard.

"Well..." The umbrella fell to the ground, but no one picked it up.

Yan Lingyun was drenched, but hugged him tighter and tighter. Mo Yang stepped on his feet and grabbed his hair.

A little scared.

Finally, Yan Lingyun let him go, but still hugged him tightly, with his palms protecting the back of his head, with a low and calm voice: "I will restore my cultivation, and then..."

Then he didn't say what, but Mo Yang's scalp tingled instinctively.

His little friend seems to have changed a bit.