Marry Long Aotian

A bean light was slowly turned on, illuminating a square inch of land, but before its owner could pick it up, he was scolded by others:

"Mo Chao, what are you doing! Turn off the lights in the middle of the night." The handyman sleeping next to Mo Chao impatiently rolled the quilt over his face, "Can't sleep anymore!"

Mo Chao's face was pale, and he slowly got out of bed as he saw his palms, which had been soaked in sewage for a day and whose wounds were getting worse and worse.

He blew out the oil lamp, took the wound medicine that was in the backpack before, and left the Guizi room.

There was also a deck on the first floor, and it was the largest of the three decks, but it was very far in front. Holding the medicine, Mo Chang walked through the corridor and carefully opened the door to the deck.

The cool night wind swept his arms, blowing away the smelly and stuffy air in the corridor.The spirit boat is facing the moonlight, and the bright moonlight is mixed with the flowing clouds like flowing water, rushing to the curved deck.

Mo Yang looked at it for a while, then walked slowly to the middle of the deck and sat down. While blowing the wind, he wanted to apply medicine to himself under the moonlight.

He thought he was smart and knew how to bring medicine, so he used it now.

Li Hu asked him to continue working after he almost fell down, Mo Yang looked at his hands, they were like the little carrots he loved to eat in winter, red and fat, but the wound was rotten white.

Not only the palms of his hands, but also his knees, legs, and arms were all bruised and purple, and the bone under his left eye socket was also black, which was caused by Li Hu's beating.

He didn't take a bath today either, he just wiped his hands and feet with a handkerchief.

Mo Yang slowly applied the medicine to himself, his eyes became a little wet, but he didn't know what to think.

He is homesick.

Mo Yang always thought that he was a strong person, he could go anywhere, his parents said it was fine for him to be heartless, an idiot with a big heart and a fat body, and live a happy life.

But at this moment, Mo Yang thought, does mother know that he is suffering here, does she know that he is being scolded for doing hard work here.

Mo Yang remembered one incident from his childhood, and he remembered it for a long time.He had a fever and fell ill in elementary school, and he lay motionless on the bed. His mother was crying and touching his head, asking what to do. People lie in bed and suffer, no one cares, what should I do?

Just thinking about it would break her heart.

Mo Yang didn't understand at that time, he acted like a baby to his mother and asked for a train, but now he understands, but he can only look at the moon and sob slightly.

Why do you want him to be a good-for-nothing? He can only do quizzes, read novels, and play games. He doesn't know what to do after graduation, and he can still eat three bowls for a meal.

……

Mo Yang was seldom sad, but when he was really sad, he would not yell, but would cry silently without making a sound.

When he had vented enough, he looked up at the sky at 45° and slowly withdrew his emotions.

But suddenly, Mo Yang's eyes, which were still full of water, focused on one point in a daze - why is this moon so weird, the black spots on it are still moving?

Mo Yang wiped his eyes, looked carefully, and finally found the man on the tall mast leaning on his knees, drinking wine and looking at the moon.

main character!

Yan Lingyun took a sip of his wine and looked down at him for an unknown how long.

Mo Yang felt that he seemed to meet Yan Lingyun's gaze, but he was too far away, so he couldn't see clearly, so he didn't know what kind of expression he had.

After looking up for a long time, his neck was sore, Mo Yang rubbed his neck a little, but as soon as he was distracted, the figure on the mast disappeared.

Mo Yang was very disappointed, why did he leave before he gained some favorability.

Although Yan Lingyun was crazy at the mountain gate before, Mo Yang felt that he was not a villain, on the contrary, he was quite principled, worked hard on his own, endured humiliation, and should be able to be a flag-waving boy.

He had already thought of the name of Jiang Hu, so he called him Bo Ben Er Mo.

Mo Yang went back to the No. [-] room and spent the whole night half asleep. If he didn't sleep on the deck, he would catch a cold. He really wanted to sleep on the deck. It was spacious and comfortable.

As soon as the sun rose the next day, Li Hu asked them to go to work again, and assigned Mo Cai to the dirtiest and most tiring place.

Mo Yang pursed his lips, thinking to himself, bear with it, and when he reaches the secret realm, as long as he gathers a few more plants of spirit grass to keep his life alive, he will go back to the village and make soap to get rich.

He could only bear it, because he couldn't beat Li Hu.

But at this time, Steward Lin came to the cabin where they were working.

The handyman in the Guizi house is at the bottom of the food chain on the ship, not to mention the big stewards, it is rare to see the small stewards.Steward Wu was fined to visit the first floor before, which was already a very serious punishment.

Everyone was trembling, not just what happened.

Li Hu turned around in his mind a few times, and knelt down first: "Master Lin, please forgive me. It was because Mo Yang, a little bastard, did not do his job well yesterday that he broke the oar. It doesn't care about our business!"

Manager Lin frowned: "There is nothing there."

But Li Hu was stunned. This is not why Manager Lin came here, but what else could he be here for?Yesterday he went to personally inspect the oar that Mo Yang had hanged. Although there were some scratches, it would not be visible without a close inspection.

Manager Lin didn't bother to pay attention to the detours of these handymen, passed by him, and stopped directly in front of Mo Yang: "You come up with me, you don't need to work here."

The people in the Guizi House all looked over at the same time, with jealousy and envy in their eyes, watching Mo Yang leave with Manager Lin.Only Li Hu's face suddenly turned pale.

……

Mo Yang anxiously followed Manager Lin, he thought it would be enough to go up to the second floor, but he didn't expect him to lead him directly to the third floor.

"You don't need to be nervous," came the voice of Manager Lin, "It's a good thing."

Mo Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is a lack of a boy in Lingyun's room who serves tea and water. I looked around today, and you are the most pleasing to the eye, so I will give you this opportunity. But it was agreed in advance that you should serve tea when you serve tea. Bring up Wu Ling's unscrupulous methods." Manager Lin's voice was low.

Wu Ling is Wu Guanshi, and Yan Lingyun hates smuggling, male prostitution and female robbers the most, and looks down on people who despise and despise themselves the most.He doesn't care about others, but he can't tolerate it around him.

Manager Lin spoke sincerely, and Mo Yang recovered from the unexpected turn of events, and nodded obediently.

"You come to the third floor to serve at sunrise, and go back at sunset. I have explained it in advance, and the guards will not embarrass you."

The two went up to the third floor, and the layout of the third floor was obviously different from that of the lower two floors. The wood on the floor was all high-quality Lingli flower wood, and there was a Changxin Palace Lantern standing beside the wall, but the maid holding the sculpture was not ordinary. The lights are lamp oil refined by seabed mermaids, which are fragrant and bright.

The curtains of the corridor were lifted, and the outside was soft and bright.

Mo Yang even discovered that the wood on the wall was inlaid with broken crystals, which would reflect a little light, so although the corridor on the third floor was deep, it didn't look oppressive at all.

Manager Lin took him to the leftmost room. Although it wasn't the biggest room, it was close to the side and had many windows with a wide view.

"Nephew Ling Yun, he has already been brought." Steward Lin said.

A young man's deep but sharp voice came from inside: "Uncle Shi, come in."

His voice is not hoarse, but his rhythm is slightly different from others. His accent is very elegant, but not abrupt, as if he was born with it.

Manager Lin pushed open the door, and after sending Mo Yang in, he said he had something to do and left in a hurry.

Only Mo Yang was left facing Yan Lingyun.

Yan Lingyun is not an easy person to get along with, he has a lot of arrogance on his body, and his every move has a harsh taste.He is writing, besides practicing sword meditation, he spends half an hour every day writing and concentrating, the effect is remarkable.

Mo Yang watched him from the sidelines.

Yan Lingyun put down his pen: "Pour tea."

Mo Yang hurried to make tea, he still knew how to make tea, but only if he could, no matter how good he was.Yan Lingyun didn't care too much about these details. In his opinion, water is water, and whatever it is made of is water.

Mo Chao made tea and wanted to serve it to him, but the teacup had no handle, and his palm was injured, so when he picked it up suddenly, he was scalded and flinched.

The teacup fell and spilled most of it.

Mo Yang instinctively put his fingers in his mouth and exhaled, but after realizing it, he hastily wiped the table with his sleeve.

Yan Lingyun frowned: "Go down."

Mo Yang took a few steps back, anxious, but Yan Lingyun didn't punish him, and just let him stand beside him.

Yan Lingyun put away the paper and asked Mo Yang, "What's your name?"

"Don't worry."

"Where are you from?"

"Well," Mo Yang thought for a moment, "It's from Wangshui Village near Yishui City."

The remaining Yan Lingyun didn't ask any more questions, Mo Yang's age was obvious at a glance, he was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the talent who was chosen to be a handyman was not much better.

He observed that Mo Yang's whole body had no fluctuations in his spiritual power, and he hadn't even reached the level of attracting energy into his body.

Still so young, Yan Lingyun thought to himself.

It is also common to occasionally take a wrong turn.

"Today, you will remember my daily life. Except for the bedroom, I will take care of the rest." Yan Lingyun softened his tone, "There is a high-grade wound medicine at the back of the cabinet, use it yourself."

Mo Yang was slightly startled, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The main character is so nice, did he actually transmigrate into a Wei Guangzheng starting point novel?

Mo Chao obediently went to open the cabinet and found the golden sore medicine.These are medicines for wounds, not pills, but they are obviously high-grade. They smell strong and fragrant. When Mo Yang rubbed them gently on the palm of his hand, the wound that had been dull and painful immediately became cool and much more comfortable.

His eyes were bent, and he was happy again.

Yan Lingyun looked cold, but he was surprisingly easy to get along with. After practicing calligraphy, he went to the inner room to meditate.Mo Yang became more at ease, from standing outside to secretly sitting in a corner fishing.

It was a rare day of relaxation and joy. Mo Yang used the sunlight to make gestures and play with shadows, turning his hands into birds and into pigs, humming softly.

When the sun goes down, he can go back.

Although he still lived on the first floor, Mo Yang clearly noticed that the people around him didn't dare to look him in the eye, even if they passed by, they would pass by in a hurry, for fear of bumping into him.

The person in the Guizi room was even more exaggerated. Not only did the person sleeping next to him change positions, leaving a big gap for him, even when he took a bath, someone volunteered to bring him water, and wrapped him in a linen cloth in the bathroom alone. out of an area.

After so many days of bathing in the big bathhouse, Mo Yang suddenly had an extra "single guard", he was not used to it.

Sleeping snoring at night is quiet.

Before going to bed, Li Hu kept looking for a chance to talk to Mo Yang, with a stiff and awkward smile on his face.

If he had known that Mo Yang would be close to Yan Lingyun, why would he die and take Zhu Xiao's money!This is all right, offended a big one!Li Hu secretly hated, in just one day, the news spread that Mo Yang was chosen to serve Yan Lingyun, who is Yan Lingyun, a genius who is unparalleled in the lower realm, the first senior brother of the Merciless Sword Sect, and the heir appointed by the head of the sect.

Although he is an orphan, he was brought up by the head of the sect since he was a child. He has only a golden spirit root, and his understanding is extremely high. The peak in the late stage is one step away from Jindan.

What's even more frightening is that when he established his foundation, he comprehended a sword intent that is unique to one in a hundred thousand. There are rumors that he is born with a sword body, and his talent in swordsmanship is limitless.

How many people in this world have been wasting their whole lives in practicing qi, with no hope of building a foundation, living and dying.

Yan Lingyun is a true genius.

……

The more Li Hu thought about it, the more desperate he became, but Mo Yang ignored him, covered his head with a quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.