Fairy Citrus

At midnight, He Chengqi took Mo Fang back to the bamboo building and arranged him in a small bedroom.

Compared with the luxury of the facade, this small building and the rooms in the building are simple and elegant, making people feel very comfortable.

Mo Fang climbed onto the bamboo bed, just as he was about to extinguish the fairy stone lamp, he saw a portrait of a figure hanging on the opposite side.

Judging from the texture, this painting has a certain age, perhaps older than his current age.

However, there is no signature or date on the painting, so it is not known exactly when and who made it.

This painting depicts the back view of a man.

The man stood on the cliff, holding a long-handled knife in his hand behind his back.

Mo Mian also used a long-handled knife, but the one in his home was made by an ordinary craftsman and looked extremely crude.This man's knife is not the case.

Both the face and handle of the knife are engraved.The engravings are integrated into one, like waves sweeping the world, and they gather at the intersection of the handle and the blade. It seems that everything can be restored to peace in an instant.

"Lonely knife."

Mo Fang said in a low voice, his eyelids gradually darkened.

Before falling into a deep sleep, he vaguely felt that the man's height and figure were somewhat similar to his own...

In his sleep, he heard the sound of rain hitting the ground, the sound of hail hitting the roof, and the sound of stormy waves hitting the sea... In short, it was all the sound of water...

These water sounds gradually change over time.After a long time, it sounded like a human voice.

Voices... noisy voices.

Voices with love, malice, unwillingness and deep hatred.

Mo Fang felt that there were two groups of people.

One of the group is well-clothed and well-fed, but their voices sound like they are shrinking and retreating.Although the other group is also afraid, but because they have not lived well all the time, that is, "the barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes", when they become noisy, they become very violent.

human voice.

sound of water.

The noisy sound is getting more and more complicated...

In the end, they all turned into screams.

Cries of fear, cries of great physical and mental pain, cries of despair...

Like an abyss, slowly seeping and suddenly bursting out...the most eerie cry...

Mo Fang opened his eyes.

He was awakened by the cries.

But when he woke up, the surroundings were quiet.

It seemed that the voice was only in a dream.

It was still dark at this time.

Mo Fang got out of bed, opened the window, and saw He Chengqi.

He Chengqi sat in meditation with his back to Mo Fang in a small pavilion surrounded by fairy mist not far away.

He sat very straight and stable. The light and thin clothes he was wearing at this time continued the muscle lines from his neck to his shoulders, outlining his well-shaped shoulder blades and slender and powerful arms.

Mo Fang watched him quietly for a while, without disturbing him, and went back to sleep on the bamboo bed.

Mo Fang slept peacefully afterwards.

In the early morning, when he was still in the dreamland, He Chengqi finished his meditation and walked out of the big courtyard.

"Boss Chengqi." At the entrance hall, the sallow-faced man and the fat woman saw him and went up to him.

"You want to go to Wuhoutang?"

"Yeah." He Chengqi nodded, "Since the hall master has set the date for the trial of the dispute today, I'll go there. When the brother Mo inside wakes up, you can send him breakfast, and say that I'm going out to meet with you." The important guest officer is negotiating a deal, let him eat and have fun first."

"Okay." The obese woman said.

"Do you need us to find a few to accompany the boss?" the sallow-faced man asked.

"Just get the carriage ready." He Chengqi said.

"Boss, be careful. Taoist Ruoxu is not a small person after all, and I think Hall Master Wuhou is not a kind person..." the sallow-faced man rambled.

He Chengqi raised his hand, stopped his long-winded words, and strode out.

"You're such an adult, why are you so nervous?" The obese woman glanced at the sallow-faced man and said disdainfully.

Wuhoutang is located in the west area of ​​the main city of swords and swords.

As mentioned before, the world of sword cultivation is respected by sword warriors, and the leaders of the past dynasties are either sects that mainly cultivate swords, or the patriarchs of sword families.The rest of the sects and sects, including Taoism, law, scholars, doctors, and other martial arts practitioners, are all under the control of the leader, each performing their duties and doing their best, so there is a history of thousands of years in the world of sword and sword cultivation. order.

Wuhoutang is part of this order.

All the past lords of the Wuhou Hall are members of the Dharma School.Those who are in charge of the hall are all called "smart men".According to the rules that Famen believes in, all magicians should strive to resolve large and small cases in the sword and sword cultivation world and handle various disputes with a rigorous and fair attitude, without favoritism or prejudice.

Wuhoutang building, with gray and black as the main color, occupies a very large area.

The houses with courtyard walls are all square, with sharp edges and corners. There is no extra decoration inside and outside, but they are cleaned spotlessly. Looking from a distance, there is a sense of justice and rigor.

Before the main entrance of Wuhoutang, there are two enlightened beasts.

This beast looks like a sculpture to ward off evil spirits in front of the building, but it is not.

They are truly "enlightened".

They originally lived in the world of sword and sword cultivation to the top of the peak, and they were attracted by the righteousness of those who have achieved success in the method, and came here voluntarily to guard the gate for the magicians.

On weekdays, they are hard and seldom move, like stone statues, but they are in a dormant state. If something major happens, they will provide military support for the hall.

But there is no such thing as a "big thing" today.

What made He Chengqi come here in person was an ordinary dispute.

This dispute involves the sale of fairy stones in shops.

A Taoist bought a fairy stone to increase the efficiency of his practice, and then demanded a refund and compensation from the store on the grounds that the fairy stone affected his appearance.

This Taoist is the Ruoxu Taoist that He Chengqi's subordinates mentioned.

When He Chengqi got out of the carriage and entered Wuhou Hall, Taoist Ruoxu jolted over on a bald donkey.

The man was thin and short, with a flat nose and extremely prominent forehead and chin.Practicing all the year round, the purple and righteous energy in his Qi veins affected the color of his face, and the lifelike pig's kidney face was born from this.

Taoist Ruoxu folded his sleeves, and when he jumped off the bald donkey, he flattened his nose and inhaled, making the seven auspicious moles with long-lived hair on his face tremble.

If He Chengqi hadn't met him a long time ago and knew that he was born with this appearance, he would have thought that there was something wrong with his fairy stone and ruined his appearance.

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The source of Wuhoutang: Heaven is in people, and Wuhou is also.The king is in the hands of the people, and there is no kindness. ——Deng Xizi Wuhou