[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Mr. Storyteller: "The first one to die was General Ma who had been stationed at Yumen Pass for generations. The death was really tragic. His body was mutilated. Only half of the body was pecked by birds, and he was sent on horseback before closing the gate... ...The one who died after him was the richest jade merchant in Yumen Pass, Qian Shizhen, the same, his body was full of peck marks, and he was sent to the gate by a horse..." The storyteller talked for a while, and finally concluded, " The most bizarre thing is that up to now, Yumen Pass has not caught the murderer. And this corpse, but one more corpse every three days."

"Yumen Pass?" Mo Qi frowned.

He didn't expect to hear such rumors when he was so rare to seek to be clean and have a drink with his friends.

No wonder the list given by Mr. Bao was much longer this time.The general guarding the pass died tragically, and Yumen Pass is bound to be in chaos at this time, and it is the time when everything is lacking.

Chu Liuxiang touched her chin, and slightly hooked her thin lips: "Interesting."

Hu Tiehua: "What's interesting? It's obviously trouble! Look at your expression, do you want to meddle in your own business again?"

"Naturally, there is Daoist Mo's money in this Yumen Pass. After we drank the wine from Daoist Mo, we must do something for him, right?" Chu Liuxiang's eyes were sly, "Think about it, the city guard will die. When it comes to major events, not only did the imperial court not cover them up, but it was spread everywhere, even the storyteller in the restaurant knew about it... What does this mean?"

Hu Tiehua sarcastically: "It means this is a big trouble." He couldn't help but said to Chu Liuxiang, "Do you still remember that you were supposed to be just a gentleman on the beam, and you were the one in the Jianghu story 'The son loses his beauty with flowers, and the handsome thief steps on the moon to leave fragrance'" Chu Liuxiang, the commander-in-chief of Moonlight Liuxiang, and not a fool who always asks for trouble?"

Chu Liuxiang, who was always asking for trouble, pretended not to hear, asked himself and answered, "It means that there must be black hands behind the scenes, pushing this news."

Mo Qi, who had been silent all this time, also slowly opened his mouth: "Yumen Pass is the most important line of defense in the northwest of the Great Song Dynasty. Now it is in chaos. If the enemy takes the opportunity to attack, they will definitely lose their lives."

Chu Liuxiang found an alliance, smiled and clapped his hands: "That's the truth! So we..." He took a sip of the hangover tea that the servant gave him, and before continuing, his eyes suddenly fell on Mo Qi's back window, "Huh?"

In the dimly lit place, a young man in white stood under the old banyan tree and looked at Chu Liuxiang with cold eyes.

The warm light reflected on his face, casting a shadow.His facial features are handsome, just like the ivory sculpture carefully carved by the most superb craftsman, every inch of the line is just right and perfect.

Chu Liuxiang subconsciously pointed out the window: "—look, that's not Jiu Gongzi outside... Hey, hey, what are you running for, Daoist?"

Before he could open his mouth to greet the people outside the window, Mo Qi, who had been sitting calmly on his seat, suddenly flew out of the open private room door at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. Suddenly retreated to the elegant room.

Mo Qi's face was a little gloomy, he grabbed Fuchen and looked out the door, obviously someone blocked him back.

At this time, the Jiu Gongzi who had just been photographed with Chu Liuxiang above had already flown into the window in the breeze, stood by the window and slowly smoothed the folds of his sleeves, staring at Mo Qi whose back was facing him, and did not give any points to other people present. Pay attention to any point of the two big living people: "Master Mo, are you here all right?"

Mo Qi: "..."

I don't know if it was Chu Liuxiang's illusion, but in the movement of Mo Qi turning around slowly, there seemed to be a hint of death.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Mo Qi clenched his whisk tightly.

Chu Liuxiang was a little confused for the first time.He looked at Mo Qi, then at Gong Jiu, and suddenly had an extremely absurd hallucination, as if he had seen the scene of forcing a good woman into prostitution. bully.

The cold-faced young master stood by the window, but what he said was not so cold-faced: "Master Mo is so ruthless? He didn't say that that night——"

"Gong Jiu!" Mo Qi's voice, which had always been silent in the ancient well, was mixed with a hint of distress.

Um?that night?Um?Chu Liuxiang, who was listening to the gossip, suddenly felt dizzy. As soon as his body swayed down, he instinctively supported the table with his elbows.

Chu Liuxiang looked through the blurred vision, and Hu Tiehua had already fainted by the table, unconscious.

When Mo Qi heard Chu Liuxiang's voice, he turned his head hastily, and saw his two friends collapsed at the table.Chu Liuxiang managed to utter a few words before she fell into a coma: "There is a fascination in the tea..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell down.

Mo Qi frowned and shook his head, seemed a little dizzy, staggered a few steps unsteadily, retreated to the table, his legs were bumped by the chair unexpectedly, and he sat down on the chair as soon as his knees softened.The back that was always straight softened, and he leaned on the back of the chair, showing a bit of embarrassment.

Gong Jiu watched the three people in the room fall one after another from the sidelines.When Mo Qi couldn't hold back the force of the drug, slipped from the chair and fell to the ground, he walked to Mo Qi's side without slowing down.

Gong Jiu leaned over. His tone was aggrieved, but his eyes were as cold as ice.He stretched out his hand and patted Mo Qi's cheek frivolously: "I have searched all the way to this place, with painstaking efforts, but Daoist Mo is so vicious."

Mo Qi is still struggling to resist the effects of the medicine, but his body has long since stopped listening to him, his eyes have become increasingly blurred, his lips are struggling to open, but what he utters is a barely audible breath, and he can't form a coherent sentence: "You... …you……"

Seeing that he was unable to struggle anymore, Gong Jiu's slightly cool fingertips left Mo Qi's cheek and moved to the whisk in Mo Qi's hand.

"Floating Silver Snow..." Gong Jiu caressed the dust whisk carefully, from the handle to the end of the dust, even the four small characters "Floating Silver Snow" engraved on the end of the handle, slowly, slowly , the corners of Fei Tiao's eyes turned pink, and his eyes became hotter and hotter.

It seemed that what he was looking at was not a cold whisk, but some kind of beautiful woman with various styles.

"This Fuchen is haunting me, it's so ecstasy." Gong Jiu said passionate and unrestrained words, but his fingers were cold, and even the scorching and hot eyes that were originally looking at Fuchen gradually cooled down, piercing to the bone. The cold murderous aura of the marrow spread silently.

The whisk in his hand gradually moved to Mo Qi's face with soft limbs, as if provocative, with the cold and white dust tail, ambiguously across Mo Qi's plump forehead, high bridge of nose, hot and suppressed panting thin Finally, with a great sense of oppression, it reached Mo Qi's throat. As long as he exerted a little force, Mo Qi, who had no power to fight back, could be killed.

Gong Jiu glanced back and forth at Mo Qi's face, inspecting this face that was always stern and self-possessed on weekdays, it was rouge-like bright red due to lack of oxygen, his eyes were confused and struggling uselessly, showing a trace of inexplicable Fragile.

A hint of bullying that made one want to go too far, and made his forbearing and restrained expression even more fragile.

Gong Jiu stared at Mo Qi closely, the end of her eyes started to turn red again, and her fingertips also became slightly hot.

The whisk against Mo Qi's throat also gradually loosened its strength.

He straightened his body, admiring the Taoist priest in white who was lying on the dark red carpet as if admiring something in a box. Even Yanhong exudes a fairy air that does not eat fireworks.Even if he was drugged and fell to the ground with messy clothes, he was like a fairy who had landed among the red flowers.

The snow is falling into the clothes, and the waist is frosted.

Gong Jiu thought of Mo Qi that night again.

He stood at the same place, playing with the whisk, his eyes were getting darker and darker, he was thinking about something, but he soon put back on the mask of the impenetrable Ninth Young Master.

The murderous aura didn't know when, it seemed like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a while, and it dissipated without a sound.

Gong Jiu casually waved the dust whisk in his hand: "It is said in the world that floating and sinking silver snow is like an artifact of a fairy, pure jade and pure white, not stained by a speck of dust, clean as fresh snow." Sticking against Mo Qi's thin waist, "I feel that the owner of this Yinxue is even more perfect..."

"It makes people want to step on it." Gong Jiu poked Mo Qi's waist and eyes viciously with his toe. Seeing that the body of Fuchen's master shook, he really lifted his foot and stepped on the abdomen of the Taoist priest in white. down.

Just fell half.

His ankles were firmly held by a pair of strong and warm hands.

Fuchen Yinxue didn't know when, let alone how, it had already been transferred to the original owner.

In Gong Jiu's last memory, there is only a cluster of white and cold fresh snow falling on his face, and the dust tail of the whisk, driven by the master, touched his [-] acupuncture points with ease, and reversed the whole situation in an instant.

Gong Jiu: "You..."

Not drugged?

Before Gong Jiu finished speaking, she was forced to sink into a dark and sweet dream.

Mo Qi's body was a little stiff.

After Gong Jiu fell asleep, she fell in his direction.I don't know if it's because of guilt or some other reason, instead of just letting Gong Jiu fall face down, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the culprit who drugged himself and his friends.

Mo Qi frowned, silently looked at the unconscious Gong Jiu, who seemed harmless for a long time, then sent him to the grand teacher's chair, and lay down on the table like Chu and Hu, before jumping out of the window.

He was addicted to drugs, so naturally he couldn't be restrained.He just wanted to see what Gong Jiu would do if he caught him.The moment the whisk hit his throat, Mo Qi thought that Gong Jiu was planning to kill him to silence him, but in the blink of an eye, Gong Jiu didn't want to kill him again.

Gong Jiu's mind is more treacherous and complicated than that rabbit hole.And capricious, elusive, even though Mo Qi has been "dealing" with him for more than half a month, he still can't see through him.

Those Gong Jiu's subordinates who were responsible for blocking him had already evacuated when Gong Jiu thought they had succeeded, probably because Gong Jiu didn't want others to hear what he and Mo Qi said.This made it easier for Mo Qi to escape.

Although the effect of the drug is strong, a pot of winter is the antidote. Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua will not be in a coma for a long time, and they will definitely wake up before Gong Jiu.He couldn't waste time to stay and wait, so he could only leave first, so as not to be chased up by Gong Jiu like a shadow.

In the night, a slender white figure passed by the top of the wall tiles in an instant, heading northwest all the way.

In the middle of the journey, a snow-white fur coat suddenly fell down, and was crushed into powder under the urging of internal force, and was scattered in the wind in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mo Qi, who was dressed in black, felt terrified: ...

Mo Qi: ...

Daoist Mo thought seriously: ...he will never wear white clothes again.

The author has something to say: Mo Qi: I'm afraid.

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