[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Hu Tiehua touched his stubble with annoyance: "Oh, don't call it that." He paused, and then said, "By the way, Mr. Ninth. I heard from the old housekeeper that you ordered You want to send people to arrest Daoist Mo, and block all news about this case from him, and force him to show up...Are you serious?"

Mo Qi: ...

Mo Qi: .........?

Gong Jiu has retracted the gaffe just now: "Of course. Why did you say that?"

Hu Tiehua muttered: "Then you are forcing Daoist Mo to go out again..."

Hu Tiehua, who was heartbroken, couldn't help but sighed, and looked at Gong Jiu's back melancholy, like a bustard who had failed in pimping: "If this continues, when will Mo Daochang understand your intentions?"

Gong Jiu and Mo Qi suddenly shivered at the same time.

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Gong Jiu's actions didn't make Mo Qi angry, but they didn't have no effect either.

At least for now, his heart, which should have been calm and unwavering, was indeed somewhat uncontrollably irritable.

After Gong Jiu left, he stood there for a long time before he lit the jailer's sleeping hole, helped him to the chair, and left the morgue.

The young soldier Mo Qi replaced was still lying outside the prison.According to the information revealed by the jailer's words, Mo Qi always felt that the death of this old man Ma might not be that simple.And the only one who might know a little clue is the young Chengbing who has a deep relationship with his father and is still in a coma.

Gong Jiu had already left with his gang.When Mo Qi found the city soldier in the corner, he could no longer see the shadow of the dark team.

Mo Qi didn't take off his disguise, he reached out and untied Cheng Bing's sleeping hole.

"I...you! What are you—who are you?!" The awakened young city soldier said in horror and vigilance.

Mo Qi: "It's not important. What's important is the truth."

Cheng Bing's eyes were still bloodshot from fatigue, maybe it was because of sadness, maybe it was because of hidden anger: "What truth?" There was a bit of pungent and sad irony in his tone, "Why ask me the truth?"

Mo Qi sensitively grasped the sadness: "...Daddy Ma, didn't he fall to his death drunk?"

The sad expression of the young soldier was instantly covered by a cold and hostile shell: "Yes, why not."

Mo Qi: "..."

Mo Qi stood up and got out of the way: "I'm sorry, I don't want to add salt to your wounds. Maybe I shouldn't talk to you in this way, you can go."

The young city soldier looked at Mo Qi with a tit-for-tat suspicion for a while, and then stood up.His face, which should have been full of honesty and honesty, was shrouded in a kind of determination and indifference transformed from grief and anger, and he left without looking back.

It was at this time that Chu Liuxiang suddenly appeared behind Mo Qi: "You just let him go?"

As early as in the morgue, Chu Liuxiang noticed Mo Qi's disguise.

Mo Qi was not surprised: "I asked what I wanted."

Chu Liuxiang stared at Mo Qi's back: "But you haven't asked all the questions yet."

Mo Qi didn't turn around: "He's said enough. At least I know that Ma's death must be related to this serial case. I also know that there must be forces in Yumenguan who are covering up this matter. And the other party's status is not low, so this young insider has nowhere to complain."

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "You always say that you are clumsy and not good at emotions... But in fact, you are smarter and softer than anyone else. Such a person is always more likely to be hurt."

Chu Liuxiang seemed to have known that Mo Qi would deny him a long time ago, and before Mo Qi could speak, he continued: "If it was Gong Jiu, he would definitely ask how Papa Ma died that day, even if he would reveal the truth about this young man. Scars, sprinkle salt on his wounds. But you don’t, as soon as you touched the young man’s wounds, you retreated immediately, and you were afraid that it would break him.”

Mo Qi: "I'm not." He was silent for a moment, then repeated again, his voice lowered, "I'm not."

"I thought that five years could change a lot of things, maybe it could also change your view of yourself." Chu Liuxiang's face was full of anger or distress, "I was wrong. But I know, you are wrong too."

This dispute, which was not considered a dispute, brought a long silence.In the end, it was Chu Liuxiang who chose to regress, just like five years ago.

"Okay, okay." Chu Liuxiang compromised, "Since you already know that there must be something wrong with Mr. Ma, what are you going to do next? If you don't plan to ask that young man again, how will you know how he died?" ?”

Mo Qi finally turned around, the expression on his face was still calm, as if it had never changed: "You don't need to know how he died, how he died is not important."

Mo Qi: "The important thing is why he died."

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Mo Qi rejected Chu Liuxiang's invitation to go back with him.After changing back to his normal attire, Zong Qinggong returned to the inn alone.

In the morgue before, Hu Tiehua said that Gong Jiu had ordered that any information about the serial case should not be leaked.But when Hu Tiehua said that Gong Jiu was going to arrest him, Mo Qi couldn't stay any longer.

His horse was still parked at the inn, and he didn't take it back to Gong Jiu's mansion. Mo Qi was a little worried that Gong Jiu would know that it was his horse, so he would take his horse back to the mansion and force him to show up.Although Mo Qi hadn't touched his big dark horse during the half a month when he was chasing after me with Gong Jiu, who knew that with Gong Jiu's intelligence network, would he know how much Mo Qi valued this? Where is the big black horse?

But fortunately, when he returned to the inn, his big black horse was still wagging its tail leisurely, enjoying the most delicious emperor bamboo grass and sweet sorghum specially brought by Mo Qi, without any sign of being frightened.

Like a crow's feather, Mo Qi silently landed on the roof of the stable, ready to take his horse away.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly exploded from the second floor of the inn.

"Woo, why are you arresting me - I didn't steal anything, I didn't steal anything!"

An immature and familiar voice was crying, and the little beggar was pulled out by the city soldiers without any strength to fight back.

The leader of the team was Lieutenant General Li who was caught by Gong Jiu and had to run around: "Don't cry, if you really didn't steal anything, we will release you after we finish the investigation."

But with a look of unbearable and sighing eyes, he wrote "You will never have a chance to come out again".

The little beggar broke down and yelled, with the sadness of being framed and wronged in his voice: "I didn't! I never stole anything! The city soldiers all know it! They even helped me! I, I would rather starve to death than I will not do things that violate the law!"

He was a little desperate, because when he looked at those familiar faces, the city soldiers who had rescued him all looked away with a look of resentment.

...no one can save him.

His face was pale, and despair blocked his justifying mouth.

In the next second, a sleeve as black as a crow's feather covered his eyes, and then, in a trance, he seemed to be transformed into a swallow skimming the water in spring, and was hugged and flew out lightly.

"Who! How dare you rob a suspect in the street in broad daylight!"

"Catch them!"

The voice of Lieutenant General Li's roar was left behind by the wind, getting farther and farther away.

wind.

Bitter wind at Yumen Pass.It doesn't seem to be as sharp as it used to be.

They changed from cold knives to refreshing coolness, blowing back all the tears of the little beggar.

The little beggar was let down in an empty alley.The man who had saved him turned around, revealing a familiar face.

"Dao... Daoist?" The little beggar looked up blankly, and after a while, he suddenly clenched his hands eagerly and said, "I have never stolen anything! I have never, never done anything that violated the law." thing! I'd rather—"

"I'd rather starve to death than do it." Mo Qi's tone was rarely gentle, and he even knelt down and wiped his face, "I heard that."

The little beggar's face turned red the moment Mo Qi's fingers touched him.

He backed away a little shyly and cowardly, let go of Mo Qi's hand: "I... I still have sores on my face..."

Mo Qi didn't force him any more, he still half-kneeled and half-squatted on the spot, looked into the little beggar's eyes, and said flatly, "Sorry. You shouldn't have been involved."

If it wasn't because he stepped into Yumen Pass, Gong Jiu would not have chased him, and naturally he would not have caught this little beggar and gave him the Book of Songs.If he could turn a blind eye to Gong Jiu's harsh provocation, he would not leave Gong Jiu's mansion, and naturally Gong Jiu would not send someone to catch the little beggar.

He reflected on himself again and repeated in his heart: A gentleman thinks nine times, sees Simming, listens to Sicong, Sesiwen, looks respectful, speaks loyally, does things respectfully, doubts and asks, anger thinks difficult, sees thinks righteousness .

He did it wrong.

When you are angry, think about the consequences of your anger.

He didn't, and someone suffered because of it.

Therefore, he needs to be responsible for his mistakes.

Mo Qi's restless heart because of Gong Jiu's provocation and provocation has gradually calmed down through introspection.Like strings that have been plucked, they finally found their own rhythm.

... Mo Daochang, who found the rhythm, opened the small book silently in his heart: Qianxing 4th year, winter first month, Gong Jiu he...

It's not too late for a gentleman to settle accounts.

Mo Qi, who remembered the little black account in his heart, but calm on the surface, quietly looked at the little beggar who was a little dazed and didn't understand.

Although he was half squatting, his figure was reflected in the eyes of the little beggar, like a towering and steady mountain for no reason, making one's heart settle down instantly, as if a wandering ship had finally moored into the last place. Solid, most reliable haven.

Mo Qi asked softly, "What's your name?"

He didn't have too much expectation. Generally, even if such a child had a name, it would be a humble name such as Tie Zhu, Goudan, etc., which was easy to support.

However, the little beggar replied to him abruptly: "Tang Yuandao, my name is Tang Yuandao! My mother said, it means 'one body is at the end of the day, and the flesh and blood are far away'!" His voice suddenly dropped again, muttering, " But my father said that it was because he had walked a long way to marry A Niang, and he must take a 'long journey' to commemorate..."

The little beggar pouted, obviously dissatisfied with his own father's use of his name as a commemoration of chasing his wife.

Mo Qi paused for a moment: "...not bad." At least it sounds like a good name.

Mo Qi: "Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

He thought that if Tang Yuandao said that he wanted to study, serve in the army, or go into business in the future, he could help.

Tang Yuandao lowered his head: "...Well, I don't know."

...But he just said that he didn't know.

Tang Yuandao tilted his head and thought hard: "As long as I can live on my own, without stealing or robbing, I think I'm willing to do anything!" He nodded like an adult, and said optimistically, "I have You have hands and feet, what can you do!"

... What he said, it seemed that the little beggar who was always starved and fainted, which made the city soldiers look down on selling buns for him, wasn't him.

Mo Qi hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and gently touched the little guy's head: "Since that's the case, are you...would you like me as your teacher?"

Gong Jiu is really good at picking people.Mo Qi thought.

As long as this little guy has ever had a little stain, even if he just stole a bun or a penny, Mo Qi will not feel so much guilt, nor will he have the idea of ​​​​receiving apprentices, but he is clean and clean so firm.

Gong Jiu personally sent the person who was most likely to become Mo Qi's weakness to Mo Qi.And immediately after creating Mo Qi's weakness, he grabbed it mercilessly.

This is a conspiracy, and it is also a conspiracy that is clearly laid out on the surface.From the very beginning, Gong Jiu, even if it was good, blocked his retreat.

So, he had no other way but to throw himself into the trap.

The author has something to say: Daoist Mo has upgraded to v2.0, ignores all flirting, and writes down everything first.

The sins that Gong Jiu committed today are the tears that will be shed on the bed tomorrow...

Mo Qi: Save it.Count together later :)

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Thanks to the nutrient solution watered by the old cat!