Drunk into late autumn for you

In the empty living room, the fragrant mist curled up, obscuring the face of the man behind the mist.

"The disciples have led people to search everywhere, but they have found nothing. I ask Zunfeng to forgive me." Xun Lan and Jin Deng knelt down on the ground and pleaded guilty to the priest. The faces of the two women were extremely ugly.

"Get up. Since he doesn't want to show up, you can't find him either." The teacher sacrificed to the gods and sighed, revealing a bit of depression, coughing intermittently and then panting deeply.

Xun Lan raised her head nervously, "Her Majesty's injury?"

"It's okay." Master Jishen smiled lightly, and his usual arrogance and ruthlessness returned to his tone. "I just didn't expect to see him for ten years. His martial arts are so advanced that I was injured by him accidentally. But his injury will not be lighter than this seat. Without a month of rest, I will definitely not get better, huh... ..."

Jin Deng endured it, still unable to resolve the doubts in his mind, and asked: "My lord, what kind of enmity did the leader of the sect have with us at Jishen Peak that day, and he kept coming to provoke us?"

The Master Priest has always been quite tolerant towards the youngest servant, and he didn't blame her for talking too much, but just waved his hand to signal the two to back down.

Jin Deng didn't dare to say anything more, and got up together with Xun Lan to leave.

A jar of fragrant medicinal porridge and several dishes of exquisite dishes were served on black lacquered wooden trays, and the servants handed them over to Mo Zuiqiu.

From the day after the fire broke out, this manservant was used to deliver meals instead.Mo Zuiqiu asked about Cassia Ming, and sure enough, he confirmed the news of Cassia Ming's death from the manservant.I wanted to ask further, but the male servant didn't know the details, and this man was a man of few words, he came and went in a hurry every time, and he didn't even want to step in the door, which made Mo Zuiqiu feel at ease.

He put down the food, and returned the empty dishes from the morning to the servant. After the servant left, he locked the door and window, and said to the raised quilt on the bed, "Xiao Han, it's time to eat."

Xiaohan, it was the boy who called him.

At first the boy was reluctant to mention his name, but after Mo Zuiqiu deliberately "hello" several times, he finally put on a small face and said, "I don't call you hello."

"Then what should I call you?" Mo Zuiqiu asked with a smile.

The boy's face was tense, and he uttered a word: "Han."

Hearing Mo Zuiqiu call him "Xiao Han", his expression changed suddenly as a young man, obviously very dissatisfied with this title, but he just hummed twice and didn't say anything else.

Children always don't like to be underestimated. Mo Zuiqiu recalled that every time he called out "Xiao Han", the young man was awkward and unhappy, secretly amused, and scooped porridge from the crock.

The quilt was lifted suddenly, and the young man rushed to the table quickly, grabbed the bowl of porridge that Mo Zuiqiu had just filled, and put it in his mouth.

"Be careful of burning." Mo Zuiqiu couldn't help shaking his head as he took care of her routinely.

Since living together for a few days, I have seen the child's amazing appetite. A few dishes are often swept away in the blink of an eye. Most of the jar of medicinal porridge fell into the boy's belly, leaving only a little porridge soup base for him to satisfy his hunger. .

I really can't figure out how this skinny boy can hold so much food in his stomach.However, such a good appetite shows that the boy's injury has improved greatly.

Unexpectedly, a little medicine boy on Jishen Peak would have such a deep internal strength, he could escape from such a serious injury, and after several days of recuperation, the boy no longer vomited blood, and his pale face was also a little bloody... Mo Zuiqiu sighed deeply, and while tidying up the messy bedding, he suddenly saw the bottle of wound medicine dropped at the foot of the bed.

"The medicine has been used up, so I just threw it away." Seeing Mo Zuiqiu bent down to pick up the surgery bottle, the young man said disapprovingly: "An empty bottle, why are you so precious?"

Mo Zuiqiu didn't answer him, and carefully wiped off the dust on the magic bottle, put it close to his body, and then whispered: "This is what my teacher left for me..."

"So what?" The young man squinted at Mo Zuiqiu, seeing the young man's desolate expression, although the slightly curved corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but there was unspeakable sadness.

He was going to sarcasm for a few more decades, but he couldn't bear to say it again. Hei Youyou rolled his eyes and said, "You are very respectful to your master. Who is he, what sect is he from? That night I heard that evil The woman is very fierce when she talks to you, you must not be a disciple of Jishen Peak."

What is the difference between which faction?He, an evil disciple who was expelled from the master, has no face to mention the name of the master again.Mo Zuiqiu smiled sadly: "Xiao Han, don't ask too many questions."

The young man was bored, and resentfully said: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, hmph, even if you beg me to listen in the future, I may not like to listen to it." Suddenly, the question turned serious, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said softly and urgently: "Someone is here .”

"Huh?" Before Mo Zuiqiu could react, a flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, and the young man had already jumped in front of him, grabbed him and rolled them onto the bed, tore off the quilt that Mo Zuiqiu had just folded with one hand, and unfolded it with a "huh". Covering the two of them, he even hid his head under the blanket.

The sound of the door opening sounded almost simultaneously.

The man in gray clothes and gray hair walked slowly into the house, followed by Qin Song, who hadn't shown his face for several days.

Mo Zuiqiu carefully propped up his upper body, uncertain.Master Sacrificial God, the big devil, why did he condescend to come to him in person?Looking at Qin Song's solemn and worried face, he felt that something was wrong.

"It seems that you have lost blood many times and have not fully recovered."

The eyes of the master worshiping God flicked across Mo Zuiqiu's face, and the next sentence was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, shaking Mo Zuiqiu's heart to pieces.

"Just stay in bed and recuperate. I will send someone to invite your master for alchemy."

"You, you—" The thing I was most afraid of finally happened. Mo Zuiqiu was horrified, and even found it difficult to breathe, and his mind became even more confused.

There was a scornful smile on the lips of the priest priest, and he raised his eyebrows calmly, and said, "You think you can really deceive me? After Yaoquan used your blood to refine the elixir several times but failed, he has already become suspicious. , I asked Qin Song to secretly go to Broken Sword Xiaozhu again.”

The man didn't go any further, but Mo Zuiqiu already understood.It turns out that Qin Song went down the mountain to find out the truth of the blood ganoderma under the order of the master sacrifice god.

He had expected that the day would come to light, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.Mo Zuiqiu almost wanted to jump out of bed immediately and throw himself at the feet of Master Sacrificial God to intercede.

As soon as he moved, his thigh was suddenly pinched by the young man under the quilt. He was startled, resisted the impulse, and lay down on the edge of the bed, begging to the master priest: "I robbed the blood ganoderma to trick my master into taking it. The matter really has nothing to do with the teacher, please forgive the teacher—”

"Shut up!" Qin Song yelled, stepped forward, raised her hand and slapped Mo Zuiqiu, and said sharply: "Ignorant boy, it is a big mistake for you to deceive the lord, you should confess to the lord quickly!" Secretly With a fierce wink, he signaled Mo Zuiqiu not to provoke Master Sacrifice God any more.

This little trick of his can't be fooled by Master Sacrifice God, the man smiled slightly and ordered Qin Song to back down.

"Don't worry, I promised to give him to you, and I will never give you a dead man. But—" He put on a crisp smile and suddenly withdrew it like a veil of frost, overwhelming Qin Song and Mo Zuiqiu angry. "If he ruins this seat again, don't blame this seat for being ruthless."

The man flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked away.

"You can take care of yourself." Qin Song sighed, and walked out of the room quickly.

Mo Zuiqiu's face was ashen, his hands and feet were icy cold, he was stunned for a while, got off the bed and rushed out, within two steps, his back tightened, and was dragged by the boy's belt.

"What do you want to chase after?" Although the young man was thin, he had great strength and forced Mo Zuiqiu into the chair.

"Going down the mountain..." Mo Zuiqiu was in a state of confusion, and murmured: "I will never let him catch my master to make medicine. I want to go back, go back to Xiaozhu and tell Master, let him run away, hide as far away as possible ..."

The young man said angrily: "Idiot! Even if you want to go down the mountain, it's not in broad daylight! Do you want to save people or die, huh?"

Seeing that Mo Zuiqiu's soul was lost, he obviously didn't listen to his words at all, the young man didn't bother to scold anymore, he just went over and closed the door, continued to bury his head in the unfinished meal, muttered in a low voice while eating: " Listening to his words, the injury healed faster than I expected. Sigh, if he preempts it, it will be troublesome..."

He frowned for a while, sighed for a while, and Mo Zuiqiu next to him completely ignored the young man, only one thought was turning over and over in his head - he must report back to Xiaozhu.

At nightfall the valet brought the supper as usual and took away the dishes.This meal was no longer a bland and tasteless herbal meal, but an ordinary meal with two more meat dishes.

The young man ate the herbal diet for several days, and he was tired of it. Seeing that the dishes had changed, he greeted Mo Zuiqiu cheerfully: "Come and eat."

Mo Zuiqiu was concerned about the safety of his master, so he shook his head and forced a smile, saying: "I'm not hungry, Xiaohan, you can eat by yourself."

"You didn't eat at noon, and you said you weren't hungry. Could it be that you belong to the camel?" The young man rolled his eyes mockingly, picked up a piece of braised pork, pulled Mo Zuiqiu abruptly, and squeezed his mouth open , Without further ado, he stuffed the meat into his mouth.

"What, what are you doing?" Dian Zuiqiu was unprepared and almost choked.

The boy forcefully forced him to eat a few more yuan, then let Mo Zuiqiu go, and said in a low voice: "After this meal, I don't know when the next meal will be. Eat quickly, and then go to bed. After midnight, we will go down the mountain." .”

"You want to run away with me?" Mo Zuiqiuyi was startled, but seeing the serious expression on the young man's face, it didn't look like he was joking.

The boy said angrily: "If you don't escape, are you still waiting to die here? I eat so many unpalatable things every day, just to recover some physical strength as soon as possible."

Mo Zuiqiu was also not sure whether he could escape from Jishen Peak smoothly, and with a burden on him, the chance of success was even slimmer, so he shook his head and said: "Xiao Han, you still have injuries, you should wait until you recover and find a way to recover yourself." Get away alone and follow me, in case I expose my whereabouts, I will implicate you."

"I'll leave as soon as I say, what are you talking about!"

The young man suddenly became furious, staring at Mo Zuiqiu, and seemed to realize that he had lost his composure the next moment, he blinked his eyes, his bright black eyes were gradually covered with a layer of water, and he was about to cry.

"Ziqiu, if I stay here, people will find out sooner or later. Can you take me away? I will be careful, and I will never drag you down."

Stared at by the boy's tearful eyes, Mo Zuiqiu found that he couldn't bear to refuse the boy's request, so he nodded.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was covered by layers of dark clouds, and only a few faint stars shone from time to time.The strong wind blows at the top of the peak, and it sounds like the deep roar of a beast.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked carefully under the shadow of trees and rocks.

"There is a small path ahead that can go down the mountain, but at the foot of the mountain, you have to find a way to steal a boat." The young man led the way, and had already bypassed several groups of night watchmen along the way.

Mo Zuiqiu was a little surprised at first, but then he thought that the young man was Yaoquan's apprentice, so he naturally knew the terrain and guard posts of Jishen Peak like the back of his hand, so he felt relieved and followed the young man.Secretly thankful that there is a young man to help, otherwise he would have alarmed others by running around alone.

The boy's so-called path is actually a gravel path hidden among the jagged rocks. It is narrow and steep, and several sections are almost perpendicular to the river.

It took Mo Zuiqiu and the boy nearly an hour and a half to arrive at the foot of the mountain along the path. Both of their clothes were scratched by sharp stones and dead branches, and their palms were also torn.

The river wind was blowing the black lacquered Liancheng River, and the waves, one after another, kept washing against the rocks where the two of them were standing.There is a depression in front of it, with a faint light shining through it, swaying in the strong wind.

The young man whispered: "The boats are all parked in Shiwan over there. Go and distract the guards and try to delay them. I will do the rest."

Mo Zuiqiu just wanted to tell the young man not to act recklessly, but the young man had already grabbed a stone and threw it towards the light, while pushing Mo Zuiqiu towards the bright spot—"Go!"

"Who?!" The two servants guarding the ship heard the sound of the stone falling to the ground, and turned out from behind the sunken rock.

Mo Zuiqiu couldn't get off the tiger, so he had to pretend to be calm, walked towards the two people, and said: "I am ordered by the lord to go out on business, and I am here to fetch the boat."

The two had never seen Mo Zuiqiu before, seeing him wearing a yellow shirt and dressed as a servant, they didn't suspect Mo Zuiqiu's identity, so they put down their vigilance, walked towards him, and said, "Then where is your token? "

"Token?" Mo Zuiqiu was taken aback, and then secretly complained.

The older one of the two smiled and said, "Looking at your face, you are probably a newcomer, right? Anyone who wants to use a boat has to get it with a token. Didn't the superiors tell you this rule?"

Mo Zuiqiu took a sneak peek and saw that the young man, covered by the darkness of night, had approached the two of them softly from behind the rocks on the side, and he pretended to suddenly realize: "Look at me stupid! Mr. Qin Song is indeed He gave me a token, saying that it will be used when going down the mountain. Please help me to see if this is it?" He said, reaching into his sleeve, pretending to take something.

Those two believed it was true, walked up a few steps, and looked closely.

The boy suddenly jumped out from behind the shadow of the rock, and touched the jade pillow points on the backs of the two men's heads with both hands.

His movements were as soft as a feather, and he left as soon as he touched them. The two of them fell to the ground without making a sound, without even making a sound.

died?Mo Zuiqiu was horrified, and leaned over the two of them, and they were all dead, he was shocked and angry: "Xiaohan, they didn't offend you, you just knocked them out, how could you just kill them? Xiaoxiao It's too vicious at your age."

"You dare to teach me?" The young man widened his black eyes angrily, stood on tiptoe, almost poked Mo Zuiqiu's nose with his slender fingers, and growled: "We are running for our lives now, your mother-in-law and mother will only Bad thing. Mo Zuiqiu, if you hadn’t saved me, I would have killed you too, I, I—”

He suddenly showed pain, opened his mouth to vomit blood, and fell limply.

"Xiaohan, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Zuiqiu didn't bother to blame, and hurriedly hugged the boy.Under the dim starlight, the young man's face was ashen-colored, bloodshot from his pale lips.

The young man rolled his eyes weakly and held the corners of his mouth. "I used my true strength just now, and the old injury from that palm reappeared. You, cough cough, you still came to make me angry."

Mo Zuiqiu came to see the young man alive and kicking these few days, and thought that the young man's injury was recovering well, but only now did he realize that the young man's injury was probably far more serious than he imagined, and he would no longer be able to put on a straight face to teach Huai A dying boy.

He tried his best to soften his tone, apologizing and coaxing: "It's all my fault, Xiaohan, don't be angry! I'll take you to the best doctor right away when the sun comes to shore."

The young man was really powerless to argue with Mo Zuiqiu anymore, curled his lips, and said with difficulty: "Stop talking nonsense, get on the boat."

Several ships of different sizes were moored quietly in the sheltered Shiwan.

Mo Zuiqiu untied a boat's cable, and was struggling to push the boat into the river, when the light of a lantern on a high place fell rapidly and approached, he and the young man raised their heads together and saw who was coming.

It was Qin Song, whose usually unsmiling face was dimly illuminated by the lantern in his hand, his brows were tightly frowned, and he said in a deep voice: "Mo Zuiqiu, I guessed that you would run away overnight. You'd better give up this idea, while Since the Lord and the others have not been disturbed, you should go back to the house quickly. Otherwise, I will not be able to protect you."

Mo Zuiqiu shook his head, and smiled wryly: "Mr. Qin Song, thank you for your kindness, please forgive Mo Mou for being so difficult to obey. Mo Mou's parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his family teacher. Now that Master is about to face a catastrophe, I don't care. If you die, you have to go back.”

"If you go, you will die in vain."

"To be able to die by the teacher's side, Mo is willing." Mo Zuiqiu smiled lightly, extremely relaxed, as if what he was talking about was not a matter of life and death at all.But the unquestionable zeal and persistence in his eyes made it impossible for anyone to doubt the authenticity of his words.

"you!"

Qin Song couldn't help being annoyed by Mo Zuiqiu's temper, threw down the lantern, leaped forward, grabbed Mo Zuiqiu's collar, and slashed at Mo Zuiqiu's neck with the other hand.No matter how much you say, you can't persuade this stubborn Mo Zuiqiu, it's better to just hit him unconscious.

In mid-air, suddenly a pale and slender little hand met Qin Song's palm, and the fingertips slid gently over Qin Song's veins, as soft as cotton silk.But Qin Song's arm seemed to be struck by lightning, and half of his body was numb, his whole body was shaken, he couldn't hold on to Mo Zuiqiu's lapel anymore, he took two steps backwards, and finally stood firmly on the stake.

He stared in shock at the young man who jumped to Mo Zuiqiu's side.In fact, he had already seen a child beside him from the very beginning, and he thought it was a servant boy on the mountain, who was forced by Mo Zuiqiu to lead the way down the mountain, so he didn't pay much attention to it. At this moment, he finally took a serious look at the sickly-faced little boy male strings.

"Who are you?" Qin Song asked word by word.

After the young man swung that blow, his body gradually began to tremble, and his small hands tightly squeezed Mo Zuiqiu's arm, as if he could fall to the ground if he didn't.His lips moved, wanting to speak, but he couldn't stop the bloodshot when he opened his mouth.

Qin Song's thoughts turned, and he bullied himself again, his palms staggered, and palm shadows appeared all over the sky, attacking the young man with all his strength——Mo Zuiqiu's hand muscle was picked, and he looked like a useless person, which was nothing to worry about. The real enemy, on the contrary, was This unknown boy.

Mo Zuiqiu's face turned pale with shock, knowing that the young man was seriously injured, if he was hit again, his life might be lost, so he had no time to forgive him in the crisis, so he pushed the young man behind him, and stood up to block him.

Qin Song didn't expect that he would rush out suddenly, it was too late to withdraw his palm, and he hit Mo Zuiqiu's chest and abdomen with his broken palm.

These two palms were like two big iron hammers, they hit Mo Zuiqiu with extreme pain in his chest and abdomen, his eyes suddenly turned black, he almost fainted, a fishy sweetness rose from his throat, and he was about to spurt blood.In the drowsiness, he vaguely felt the boy's two small hands sticking to his back.

Two soft and extremely mellow giant forces poured into his body continuously from the two acupoints of the sea of ​​qi and the center like a torrent, and Mo Zuiqiu's chest and abdomen pains were greatly relieved immediately, and he felt the dormant true qi in his body even more. They are all turbulent when external forces pass by.

His internal strength is still there, but he suffers from the severed tendons in his hands and cannot use his strength, but this external heat is like quicksilver leaking to the ground, quickly flowing through his eight meridians, urging the internal breath of his whole body, and finally it all converges. above the arms.

The hands were completely out of his mind's control, and they were shot out like lightning, hitting Zhong Qinsong's chest with a "bang".

"Ah!" The two yelled in unison, and were shaken by the force of their respective palms to retreat about Zhang Xu.

Mo Zuiyue only heard the muffled groan from the young man behind him, obviously unable to resist the backlash of his true energy, he was actually bounced away. With the sound of "哗啦", the water splashed and fell into the Liancheng River.

"Xiaohan? Xiaohan!"

He turned his head and screamed, only to see a piece of yellow shirt on the river surface sinking under the rolling waves. He took a deep breath and jumped into the icy river water.

Mo Zuiqiu grew up in the south of the Yangtze River since he was a child, and he has excellent water victories. After struggling a few swims, he was close to the place where the boy fell into the water, and lifted the boy's face out of the water.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and he was already unconscious.

He must be rescued as soon as possible!But he couldn't swim back, Mo Zuiqiu was in a dilemma, the surrounding water surged, a boat was pushed to his side, followed by several oars were also thrown onto the boat.

Mo Zuiqiu was overjoyed, and hurriedly grabbed the side of the boat with one hand, led the young man onto the deck, looked back at the shore, Qin Song had already blown out the lantern, and walked away without looking back.

He knew that Qin Song wanted to let him die, and he would not go back and make a big noise to find someone to arrest him, but he still didn't dare to stay longer, and quickly raised the sails.

Satisfied with the wind, the canvas swelled up and went straight down the river in the bitter night wind.

Seeing that the distance between the boat and the god-sacrificing bee was getting farther and farther, Mo Zuiqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the side of the boy, turned him over on his lap, and slapped the boy's vest a few times.

The young man vomited out a large puddle of bloodshot river water, but he was still unconscious, gasping for breath.

In a panic, Mo Zuiqiu laid the boy flat on the deck, pressed hard on the boy's chest to help him breathe, and pinched the boy's nose, using his mouth to help him breathe.

After blowing air several times in a row, the young man let out a "growling" sound in his throat, and he finally managed to calm down.

Before Mo Zuiqiu could be happy in the future, the boy's tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and he suddenly saw Mo Zuiqiu lying on top of him, the lips of the two were still touching, the boy was furious, and without thinking, he raised his hand Just a slap in the face.

He almost exhausted his residual strength with this palm, but fortunately he was seriously injured.The force he used was negligible, but even so, Mo Zuiqiu was sent flying and fell to the other side of the deck.

"Hmm..." Mo Zuiqiu's bones hurt from the fall, and his nose and mouth were hot with blood flowing.

"Bastard! How dare you be rude to me!"

The young man still couldn't let go of his hatred, he struggled to prop up his upper body, he was full of thoughts to go over and give him another slap, and send Mo Zuiqiu back to the west, but he couldn't move anymore, but his mouth was still fierce and unforgiving. "Believe it or not, I'll chop you up and throw you into the river to feed you bastards?"

Mo Zuiqiu was bitten by a dog out of good intentions. No matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't help but get angry. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered angrily, "You fell into the water and passed out before. I breathed your breath out to save you. Why are you nervous?" You don’t even look at yourself as a penniless man, just tiptoeing up to my chest, even if I like men, I will never look at you, a brat who hasn’t even grown hair yet.”

The young man understood the whole story, and knew that he had wrongly blamed the other party, but he was a little embarrassed, but when he heard the second half of Mo Zuiqiu's words, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making him tremble with anger, and roared with his halberd.

"You are the brat who doesn't know how to live and die, dare to laugh at me! If you hadn't rushed out halfway to get in the way, I would have dealt with Qin Song long ago! You fool, you want to stand in front of me and pretend to be a hero. I didn't mean to help you Did you fall into the river because of your own internal force? I—wow—”

Out of breath, blood came out of his mouth, he panted loudly and couldn't continue cursing.

Seeing this, Mo Zuiqiu couldn't help but lose most of his anger, and thought to himself that although the other party was a little bit bad-tempered, after all, he was a seriously injured child, and he had rescued him under the palm of Qin Song before, so why should he be so serious.

Anyway, I'm an adult, so I'll just let this brat out a bit more.

Seeing the young man panting more and more, his thin body wrapped in wet clothes, trembling slightly in the cold night wind, he was very pitiful.He himself felt the chill on the deck was unstoppable, sighed, and walked towards the boy.

"Who told you to come here?" The boy's breath was weak, but he still had a fierce look on his face.

Seeing it, Mo Zuiqiu felt it was funny, leaned over to hug the boy, and coaxed: "Okay, Xiaohan, don't vomit anymore. It's too windy here, go into the cabin to rest."