[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Northwest desert.

A Taoist in black is riding a black horse galloping across the desert.

The gust of wind lifted the curtain hat to block the wind, revealing a handsome face like a god, and also lifted the tail of the dust whisk that was as clean as snow on the Taoist's back.

Before the confrontation with Gong Jiu the night before, Mo Qi didn't have any requirements for the color of his clothes, but because of the environment of his hometown, the winter clothes he bought were mostly white.But since the eve, Mo Qi has one more requirement for clothes:

Absolutely, not in white.

Obviously, his appearance in white can arouse Gong Jiu's abnormal reaction even more. As a victim who has been tracked by Gong Jiu continuously and has been tossing for more than half a month, Mo Qi has lost the will to fight for his own dressing style. Qi Li, simply changed into black clothes, and hurried on the road overnight, shortening the journey from Jiangnan to Yumen Pass to one day and two nights.

If he couldn't hold on, he wouldn't even want to ride a horse. If he was a step too late, he would be caught by Gong Jiu's seemingly ubiquitous eyes and ears, and that would be the worst thing.

"Stop, horses are not allowed in the city! Who is coming, take out your certificate!" The soldiers guarding the city stopped Mo Qi and shouted.

Mo Qi took off a gold token from his waist and handed it to the city soldier captain who came.

The captain's eyes were bloodshot, obviously a little tired, but he still kept his spirits up and did his duty: "Mo...huh?"

He turned over the token, and saw the two characters of Dou Da, "Dao Xian".

The captain's eyes lit up: "But Mo Daochang, who has been donating to my Yumen Pass since last year?"

When it comes to Mo Daochang, people who are not in the world probably don't know much about it, but when it comes to "Mo Daoxian", almost everyone in the Song Dynasty knows it.

This Daoist was not awarded a gold medal by the Holy One because of his ability to catch ghosts.It's because he donated a lot of money.

In recent years, Daoxian has been involved in all the disaster relief and poverty relief. Daoxian Guang alone accounted for the majority of the donations raised. The sum of the gold and silver donated before and after is probably enough to rebuild a city.

This made the little emperor, who had always been very poor, very happy. After Kaifeng Yumao, he personally inscribed the title of "Tao Immortal" to this bully... No, he is a great benevolent person.

Mo Qi went in and closed the door, and after walking a long way, the soldiers guarding the city curled their lips: "What kind of Taoist, Taoists are so rich? I'm afraid it's not the way of money!"

The captain put on a dark face, and gave the noisy soldiers a heads up: "Shut up! Yumen Pass has been supported by this Mo Daoxian since last year. The military salary in your hand and the food in your belly are Mo Daoxian Donate it. Don’t care about the money he cultivated in the immortal way! Just based on this alone, we have to appreciate it!”

The soldier became dumb for a moment, a little stupefied.

The captain lowered his voice again: "Let's just say you are ignorant, let alone the money issue, can you see the whisk behind him? That is the second-ranked magic weapon in the Jianghu weapon list, and the number one is not yet determined. This is rounded... this Isn’t the Daoist Mo the No.1 in Jianghu today? I owe you eight hundred courage to talk to No.1 in Jianghu like this!”

The soldier longed for it for a while, but still couldn't imagine how powerful it would be: "Then if you fight the captain—"

"Fuck you, if you really start beating, a thousand old men can't stop him!" The captain rewarded the soldier's head again.

The chatter of the captain and the soldiers spread into Mo Qi's ears along with the wind.

He clenched his hand holding the rein slightly, and a trace of unrecognizable bitterness flashed across his calm eyes, but he still walked steadily towards the inn that the captain pointed out to him just now, as if he didn't hear anything, but his thin lips were covered He sipped tighter.

Yumen Pass is the pass on the northwestern border of the Great Song Dynasty, so the inn is naturally not as good as Jiangshanzui, not even any homestay in the south of the Yangtze River.Earth walls and sand, very simple.The moment Mo Qi stepped into the inn and took off the curtain hat on his head, the boss who was still whistling was startled, he just felt that he had stepped into such a rich and handsome person in this humble room, it was really a kind of flamboyance. A feeling of light.

He was apprehensive, and hurriedly greeted him personally: "Guest officer, do you want to stay at the top or stay at the hotel?"

Mo Qi took out a silver ingot: "Stay in the shop."

The boss's eyes were about to glow, and he took the silver ingot in a hurry: "How long will you stay?"

Mo Qi: "I don't know."

If you don't know, you don't know, anyway, this silver ingot is enough to cover his broken inn for several months.thought the boss.

The boss collected the money, took Mo Qi upstairs, pushed open Tianzi No. [-] room, rubbed his hands together and said, "The small shop is simple, as long as the guest officials don't dislike it. Do you have any other orders?"

Mo Qi stood in front of the room door: "In a few days, there may be two people coming here. One of them is wearing a dark fragrance. At that time, all their expenses will be reported to my account." He took out four more ingots Silver, "If there is any left, it will be your reward."

The money fell from the sky, the boss was so happy that he almost squinted his eyes, took the money and quickly withdrew, humming a song to prepare tea and dinner for the God of Wealth.

With all the money taken, he naturally has nothing to worry about, as long as the God of Wealth himself doesn't dislike the rudimentary small inn on the border.

Not only did Mo Qi not dislike him, but he was also very satisfied.Anyone who rushes from Jiangnan to Northwest on two legs regardless of day and night will be very satisfied when they see a bed that can sleep.

Mo Qi pushed open the window, persisted in whisking the dust, poured his internal strength, lightly shook the dust tail, and the dust that had not been cleaned up all over the room flew out of the window as if being sucked up by an invisible wind.

Mo Qi stayed like this.For the next day or two, I wandered around Yumen Pass, collecting information one after another.

On the fourth day, when Mo Qi went downstairs to have morning tea, he saw the dusty Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua in the lobby of the inn.

"How long have you been here?" Chu Liuxiang knew that Mo Qi had arrived at Yumen Pass when he saw the black steed outside the inn.

That horse, Mo Qi is the most precious thing, but he is not even willing to ride it until he is really tired, it is like offering him an ancestor.

Mo Qi sat down opposite Chu Liuxiang: "Three days."

Chu Liuxiang took a sip of water: "Did you find anything abnormal?"

Mo Qi lowered his eyelids: "No."

Hu Tiehua was scratching the stubble that had grown out because he was on the road and had no time to take care of it. Hearing this, he was taken aback: "No?"

Mo Qi: "No."

"There is no abnormality, it is the biggest abnormality." Chu Liuxiang put down the rough tea bowl.

Mo Qi: "The pass is very peaceful, there is no chaos at all."

This is so strange.The general guarding the city at the border is dead, the court has not accepted the appointment of the new general, and the aliens outside the pass are staring at each other. Isn't this enough to cause chaos inside the pass?

It's not as good as the chaos, at least the people's lives should be affected to some extent, and they should be a little panicked, right?

However, no.

Yumenguan is very stable, it seems that there is no difference between the death of a general and the death of a general.Those corpses that were said to be extremely terrifying by Mr. Jiangnan Storyteller "one in three days" did not seem to cause any disturbance in Yumen Pass, but the murderer has not been caught until now, and the corpses are still sent to the prison every three days. Before closing.

"This is too strange..." Chu Liuxiang murmured, "Is there any other news?"

Mo Qi didn't answer, sat on the bench, nodded slightly towards the door with his chin.

Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua looked towards the door at the same time, and saw an old man with white beard and blue shirt stepping into the inn. Before they could find out who the old man was, the other party went to the center of the lobby familiarly and cleared his throat , opened his posture, and Xingmu clapped.

Chu Liuxiang: "..."

Hu Tiehua: "...Mr. Storyteller?"

This industry is really everywhere.

While the two were still feeling emotional, Mr. Storyteller had finished the heat and started to get down to business. It was what he had to tell every day, the story that was happening inside Yumen Pass: "...First General Ma, then Qian Shi Zhen, now the bodies of Master Wen and Deputy General Wu have also been sent to the front of the gate... Everyone is guessing that the next body to be sent to the wall of Yumen Pass will be the corpse of some important person..."

Chu Liuxiang: "Have so many people from the imperial court died?"

Mo Qi didn't answer, meaning to let Chu Liuxiang continue to listen.

The storyteller first reported a list of deaths so far, and then made another headline: "...People who enter this inn have seen the name of this inn, Ma Mitu, but they don't know that behind this name, there is actually another Old story."

"It is said that a long time ago, this inn was not called 'Ma Mitu', it was originally called 'Ma Mitu', and it was the only way for jade merchants to transport jade from the border to the Central Plains."

"It's hot in summer here, and no matter how powerful the caravan is, they can't stop the heat, so they drive at night, but at night, when it's dark and the road is dangerous, how can they tell the direction? Even experienced old horses can't tell, so It's called 'Ma Mitu'."

"Later, a caravan lost its way in this 'Ma Mitu'. When it was walking around without a head, suddenly a lone goose landed. The people in the caravan gave it food. After feeding it, the lone goose led the caravan out of Ma Mitu. As a reward. This happened more than once. On the second time, Dayan asked the caravan to inlay a piece of luminous dark green jade on the city gate, so that they would not get lost in the future. But the boss was greedy and refused to give up the luminous dark green jade. .”

"When I got lost for the third time, the geese didn't want to lead the way, so the boss had to promise that he would inlay the jade, so he was saved. Later, the boss took the jade and inlaid it on the top of the Guanlou. No one will get lost again. Because of this, the name of the city was changed, and it was called 'Yumen Pass' from then on."

Speaking of this, the storyteller's voice suddenly lowered: "In the past half a month, each of the four corpses, lying on horseback, was sent to the city gate at dusk. The scars on their bodies seemed to have been pecked by geese. There are wild geese circling and screaming in the sky..."

The storyteller didn't dare to say any more, he hastily collected the reward and left.

This can be regarded as "committing a crime against the wind". I don't know if this story can be told for a few days, and he might be arrested by the city soldiers one day.

"Ma Mitu... What does this have to do with Ma Mitu?" Hu Tiehua sneered, thinking that Mr. Storyteller was just talking nonsense, and deliberately made the case confusing to earn rewards. The greedy boss regretted it again and killed the wild goose, so the ghost of the wild goose came back to take revenge, right?"

Mo Qi: "Maybe. There is no luminous dark green jade on the current Yumenguan gate."

Hu Tiehua froze for a while with his mouth open, before realizing: "Master Daoist, are you joking too?"

He suddenly got excited, and was about to dig deeper into Mo Qi's sense of humor, when a little beggar suddenly walked into the door.

The little beggar seemed to recognize someone, and when he entered the door without looking at anyone, he ran straight up to Mo Qi, raised his head timidly, and held up a scroll with trembling hands: "Dao, Taoist chief, this, Someone asked me to give it to you."

The cover of the scroll is simple and elegant, with two big characters written in hand, "Book of Songs", written like a dragon and snake, revealing the meaning of madness.

The little beggar held it up for a long time, but he didn't see any intention from the Taoist priest in black to pick it up. He raised his head in panic, his gaze met the Taoist priest's frowning, serious face, tears burst out of his eyes A pair of small hands trembled: "Dao, Taoist priest, please accept it, and give some rewards at will, even a penny, please!"