Little One True Story

Under the Mo Pavilion, there are many institutions.Siwenge, for example, is full of well-known Jiangnan scholars who dance and play ink, while Siyinge is the red-sleeved singer who sings softly, most of the famous Jiangnan actors are from Moge.It's just that for Mo Ge, the most important thing is Tianjimen, the talented people and strangers below are either good at mechanism, or good at Qimen Dunjia, and more are the masters who take people's lives thousands of miles away.

"Give me your sword." Feng Sheng said.

Her expression looked very ordinary, as if she usually called me to help her grind and pour tea.Everything in me can be given to her, but how can I untie my sword?Can a swordsman be called a swordsman without a sword?

I didn't move, Feng Sheng frowned slightly.

"No." This was the first time I refused her request.

She gave me a sideways glance and reached out to snatch it.I don't want to fight with her, but I don't agree with her overbearing behavior either.The lightness kung fu master taught me is very ingenious, but I forgot what it was called.Feng Sheng couldn't touch the corner of my clothes at all.She gave up and sat on the edge of the bed, her face pulled down.

Not just a little angry, but a little sad in my heart.I don't understand why, does she also want to bully me like others?I walked up to her and half knelt on the ground, but she refused to look at me.

"Here you are." I took off my sword.This is what Master gave me when I went down the mountain, and it is called "No Name".

Feng Sheng smiled, she patted my head, took the sword, and put it aside casually.She seemed to understand the grievance on my face, and she said: "This is for your own good. You came down from the unknown mountain, but there is only one descendant of an unknown old man in this river and lake. Don't show too much in front of others My own ability, even in front of your senior sister."

"Why?" I don't understand.

"Because those mediocre people are jealous of talented people. Xiaoyi, you are very powerful, don't think that you are just a wild man."

What Feng Sheng said was correct, and my intuition told me that she would not hurt me.

Bie Shui Villa is only for that piece of jade called Chihun, I don't know what those martial arts people are talking about.Feng Sheng sent me to Bie Shui Villa to find my senior sister, and then she sent me to Mo Ge.

I was beside the two stone lions in front of the Mo Pavilion, watching Feng Sheng ride away on horseback, her heroic figure seemed to have taken something away in the dark.

By the way, my "nameless" is in her hands.

Probably because I was sent by Feng Sheng, when I told Mo Ge's gatekeeper disciples that I wanted to join, they didn't despise me.Instead, he respectfully invited me in.The path there turns east and west, which is much more complicated than that of Bieshui Mountain Villa.Flowers and trees grow on the winding railings.A woman in black was crossing her legs, holding a jug of wine in her hand.

The person who brought me left without a sound, leaving me to look around blankly.The woman also saw me, she stared at me closely for a moment and then looked away.The jug flew towards me, I wanted to avoid it, but suddenly I remembered Feng Sheng's words.A black shadow leaped over and caught the jug.

"No martial arts?" Her brows were wrinkled.Without waiting for my answer, she asked again, "Qimen Dunjia? Ingenious tricks? Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Can you sing ditties?"

I shook my head, I can't sing.

"Then what are you doing in Moge? My Moge doesn't accept useless people." She shook her head regretfully, and stepped back a few steps. "Could it be that you are also like those sour scholars who only know how to recite poems?"

I nodded, reciting poems is right for me.At the beginning, Master refused to teach me martial arts, saying that I was not suitable for holding a sword, so he just used those books to prevaricate me.I can't say I'm proficient, but I can still chant a few random words.

"That's it, then you can come to our Siwen Pavilion." The woman in black stroked the corner of her clothes, and decided my destination with a light word.I think, she must be a big shot in this ink pavilion.It didn't take long for my guess to be confirmed. She was under one person and above ten thousand people in the Mo Pavilion. Even the proud younger sister of the pavilion master had to bow her head in front of her.

Her name is Mo Wu, and I heard that the pavilion master personally gave her the name, but in my opinion, she should be called Mo Zui.

Mo Wu likes to drink, but no one in the Mo Pavilion dares to drink with her, except me, a newcomer.

Master likes to drink, but I don't like to drink.As soon as I drink, my complexion turns red, like the buttocks of the monkeys in the mountains, it is really ugly.Now that I have come to Moge, she is my immediate boss, I have to listen to her and get drunk with her.

Before the flowers under the moon, the shadows of the trees are mottled.

When Mo Wu was drunk, she liked to dance swords, and the fierce sword energy swept the grass and trees trembling.Her sword moves are sharp, but she doesn't have the kind of fierceness that often roams among the dead.

"Have you ever killed someone?" I asked as I lay down on the cold stone table.

Mo Wu trembled, and she put away her sword.There was a little sweat on his forehead, which seemed to dissipate the smell of alcohol. "Killed." She replied indifferently.

"Who is it?" I asked.

Mo Wu was unwilling to answer.

Feng Sheng said that people who are too curious will not live long. Once I was proud of drinking, I put it behind me.When I came back to my senses, I was thinking about how to smooth things over, when Mo Wu spoke up.

"Why did you come to Moge?"

Mo Wu invites me to drink, and sometimes tells me some things, we are friends, right?After a little hesitation, I replied, "I'm here to find my senior sister."

"Who is your senior sister?"

"Light dust."

Mo Wu suddenly fell silent.After a long time, she raised her head and looked at me: "You came down from Wuming Mountain? But Wuming Mountain can only have one descendant." What she said was actually similar to Feng Sheng.

I smiled and replied: "I don't have any skills, it's just a name. Sister, she is the descendant of Wuming Mountain."

After entering this arena, I don't know how many lies I have told.Will there be a day when the truth will no longer come out of my mouth?I suddenly felt a little sad. At this moment, I missed Wuming Mountain very much.