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Mo Qingfeng rode on top of the cloud. He was dressed in silk armour with silver threads wrapped around his body. His body was shining with a silver light, giving him a majestic and awe-inspiring appearance. Her fine black hair was adorned with two golden crowns and two tall pigeons' tails, making her look even more magnificent. He really was a young hero, in high spirits. Some of the more daring girls were thinking that such a handsome husband would sleep with him for the night, but instead end up as a queen! Mo Qingfeng turned around and looked longingly at his older brother behind him. With a slight smile on his face, he slowly walked behind him, maintaining a distance with him from start to finish, neither too fast nor too slow.

Mo Qingfeng had always felt protected and doted upon by his older brother no matter how much suffering he had endured in his childhood. This was the compensation for his misfortune in his early years, and the heavens had never treated him unfairly. After moving to his mansion, he had felt very relaxed. No one would whisper in his ear anymore, and no one would discipline him by requiring him to train and eat everyday. Even something like eating more food and less meat was enough to make a man like him mumble something. This made Mo Qingfeng feel that his brother wasn't a bandit, but an aunt, and the most annoying one at that. In the days of his own residence, his mother rarely cared about him, and she was even less inclined to live like his older brother. His relationship with his mother was never as intimate as that of his other mother's and son's. During that time, Mo Qingfeng felt that he had found a place where he could freely do whatever he wanted. But very quickly, he became annoyed, because whether he was happy or sad, sad or happy, there was no one by his side that he could pour out his feelings to. When he was cultivating, there was no longer anyone guiding him or accompanying him. He panicked in his heart, as if he had become that wild child that no one cared about in the past. On the long journey, he had always followed Dan Rong. However, he felt that the pillar he had always been leaning on had gradually grown farther and farther away. One day, he would still have to walk upright and travel independently.

The people on both sides of the crowd applauded him and Li Hui, but the vast crowd and the praises and looks did not satisfy the youth's small heart. That was because that person still hadn't appeared by her brother's side. She had left without saying goodbye last night, and in the end, she hadn't come to see him off.

As they left the city, the number of people became fewer and fewer. Li Hui's face also became more and more serious. A small place like Mo Bei wasn't hard to fight, it was just that the army wasn't used to the weather. Furthermore, Mo Bei did not attack on a large scale, but only harassed the merchants on the border. When his class returned to the imperial court, there would inevitably be another round of rewards for promotion. The young people who had been proud of themselves were no longer satisfied. The war without suspense, the reward without question, the glory without difficulty, it was all like a cycle, a cycle without glory in his life, round after round after round.

Laifu, who was behind Mo Qingfeng, had nothing to say along the way. As the road became more and more deserted, he finally stopped following her and distanced himself from her. When all that was left was a small black dot, Laifu immediately turned around and bowed deeply in the direction of his master. Mo Qingfeng felt slightly gratified in his heart. It was his great fortune, and also his great fortune, for his brother to have such a subordinate. However, he didn't come here to accompany his brother. He wondered if he could deal with many of these things by himself. Fortunately, the little hoodlum could stay and take care of him, but this damn woman, would she really not come anymore?

Laifu seemed to understand what he was thinking, but also seemed to be trying to comfort him. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Mo Qingfeng suddenly realised that he had always been a child. He was not mature at all, he was not independent at all! Mo Qingfeng lowered his head and smiled. Not to mention compared to Nangong Kai Ran, this zither skill was at a distance even when compared to his own. However, the zither music was ancient and ancient, bringing Mo Qingfeng to a faraway battlefield as if he could see the majestic scene of a bloody battle, where death was at stake. He was still depressed at first, but his homesickness surged within him. A good man was born to protect his family and country, to ignore death. So what if they died in battle?

Everyone seemed to be infected by the sound of the zither, and the originally exhausted footsteps were once again watered with strength. Li Hui tightly gripped the weapons in his hands, wishing that he could immediately rush to the battlefield and fight a battle with the enemy. Puzzled, Li Hui followed the sound of the zither only to see a man wearing a black robe with a black veil over his head sitting upright and playing a zither. The man's entire face was covered by a black veil. Accompanied by the wind, a small piece of skin could be seen underneath. After the game was over, the zither music transmitted the scenes of the two armies fighting against each other, exchanging blows with all their might. Li Hui could not recall who it was. He only felt that it was because of his small stature, but that the person who played the zither seemed to have infused his inner force into the zither, which was why the entire army could hear him so clearly. The sound of the zither grew increasingly resplendent and tragic. Just as the generals were anticipating victory, there was a clang as the sound of the zither abruptly stopped. The black-clothed man lifted his head and put down the zither. The strings on the zither snapped and a drop of blood from his finger dripped onto Yan Zhu. Mo Qingfeng's heart was burning with anxiety. Just as he was about to turn around to take a look, the man had already stood up and ran towards the convoy. Mo Qingfeng froze on the spot, waiting for her to come over before he picked up his finger and placed it in his mouth.

The man in black nodded without a word. He took out a piece of brocade from his bosom. It was a moon-white with a few bamboos embroidered on it. She tied the brocade cloth around Mo Qingfeng's wrist and didn't say a single word. She only lightly patted Mo Qingfeng's butt and brought him to catch up with the group. Mo Qingfeng's wrist was covered in brocade, and the brocade was stuck to his chest. He recognized that it was the first time the two of them met, and he didn't expect her to cut off the ribbon to make a handkerchief. Qin Xiao waved his sleeves at Mo Qingfeng, who was still waving at him, and did not linger. He picked up the zither, jumped onto a large brown mule, and ran off without a trace.

Mo Qingfeng took off his handkerchief and placed it in his bosom, letting it stick to the skin of his chest. He felt an incomparable sense of steadiness and warmth, as though that person was right beside him, right in his heart.

Qin Xiao rode on top of the mule and drank a bottle of wine. He sipped the spiciness as his entire body swayed and swayed. He was singing a song of the wine pot. How could he solve this problem? Only Du Kang! How could he solve this problem? Du Kang is the only one! " The birds were startled by her, and even the locals who occasionally picked up firewood on the roadside thought they had met a madman, so they threw the firewood away and ran away. He simply sat on the back of his mule and poured the wine into his mouth in a tiny stream of water, opening his cherry lips. After finishing the wine pot, he realized that he had already returned to the Dragon Sword Villa. She smacked her lips. She didn't even choke when she was lying down to drink. It seemed like she had gained another skill! Satisfied, she rolled off one leg and smacked the mule on the bottom. The big, dark mule walked to the gate and was led in by the guard. She ran up to the wall with one hand and easily used it to enter the courtyard. The person carrying the food, Yingchun, was so frightened by a heavenly flying ghost that she threw the tray in her hand away. Qin Xiaoliu rushed up and caught it with both hands. Before Yingchun could shout, she tore off the crown and the black veil on her head. She smiled mischievously: "Sister Yingchun, it's me!"

"Ah!" Master Qin, why are you dressed like this? And what kind of earth-shattering thing is this? "

"I won't do anything. I just want to give big sister Yingchun a surprise." As he spoke, he extended his dirty hand and pinched Yingchun's fair and tender cheeks, and a black handprint instantly appeared. Yingchun quickly wiped her sleeves and pouted. "Aiya, Master Qin, I'm so hateful!" Her pretty face was filled with both anger and anger, causing Qin Xiaoliu's eyeballs to nearly pop out of their sockets. He was amazed in his heart: F * ck, does every man like women like this? Even as a fake man, he felt an itch in his heart when he saw this! As he thought of this, he started to mutter, "Hmph, Mo Qingfeng and Dan Rong Ning, these two damned bastards, look at beautiful big sister everyday. I don't even know if they're cheating. Seeing the look in that lass He's eyes every time she looked at Mo Qingfeng, she felt that something was wrong. He must have teased her before, it must be true. Qing Feng, Qing He, damn it, even their names are so fitting. " With a low voice, she stomped her feet in anger and indignation, causing Qing He to be confused. She asked softly, "Elder Qin, are you … alright?"

Qin Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at the pretty and tender cheeks before him. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed: "I can't compare, but I can't compete." Xi Chun was about to ask again when she suddenly grabbed his face with one hand and asked anxiously, "Tell me, why is your face so white? "Why is it so tender?"