The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

Zhou Mo closed the door and came out, his movements were very light, afraid of waking up the people in the room.

He hadn't completely closed the door when he felt a gust of wind blowing towards him behind him, Zhou Mo turned around quickly, barely catching an oncoming apple.

Sitting in the courtyard, Chen Nianhua gnawed on an apple and said, "That's right, I've made progress."

Zhou Mo was slightly speechless, "Master, you are really idle."

"Isn't it free? There are five people in the courtyard, and I'm just a widowed old man. Now two of them have left, but the treatment is not bad. Should I be a widow or a widow?" Chen Nianhua glanced at the closed door and said, "You go again Bullying your apprentice daughter-in-law?"

Zhou Mo put the apple back on the table, ignored him, but picked up the saber on the table, wiped the blade, and said coldly, "Come out."

These words were not addressed to Chen Nianhua. As soon as he finished speaking, six men in black appeared out of the darkness.

These are the secret guards that Zhou Liu deliberately left behind in case they would encounter any trouble.

The few people looked at each other, not knowing what Zhou Mo called them to do, but they also stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, "See Master."

Zhou Mo pointed to one of them, Gougou pointed and said, "You, come out and fight me."

The people who were named were stunned, and a gleam of joy flashed across their faces. They had been hiding in the dark for several days, so naturally they often saw a few people fighting in the courtyard.

The one in front of them, although his martial arts are a little weaker, but he always makes strange moves, which is hard for people to figure out. Even Chen Nianhua has suffered from him.

"Subordinate Hei Ying, please enlighten me, master." The dark guard Zhou Mo was pointing at immediately got up and flashed his sword impatiently.

The two figures, one blue and one black, were glued together very quickly. Because the black shadow had seen Zhou Mo fight many times, he thought he had figured out the bottom line. the meaning of.

Hei Ying was puzzled, and didn't dare to rest his hands, so he had to be careful to guard against Zhou Mo's small movements.

Zhou Mo stared at him intently, his moves were merciless, and while Soi Ying was distracted, he swiftly swung Soi Ying's sword away, and the winner was judged.

Chen Nianhua, who was watching the battle, shook his head repeatedly and said, "You kid, why are you so distracted? If he still has to play dirty tricks against you, it will be too embarrassing to me!"

Heiying's complexion changed slightly, and he was a little ugly when he was said. He clasped his fists and said, "Subordinate, this subordinate admits defeat."

But Zhou Mo's mouth twitched a little because of Chen Nianhua's words. He bent down and picked up the sword on the ground, and threw it to Heiying, "Come again, concentrate."

Chen Nianhua picked up the apple that smashed Zhoumo earlier, wiped it with the hem of his clothes, took a bite and walked out, "Let's go, let's go out for a stroll, I'm old, I can't see one-sided bullying."

Zhou Mo: "..."

Bullying...it's not enough...

In terms of martial arts alone, Hei Ying is actually better, but he is no match for Yan Yun, and because of physical reasons, he is inferior to Zhou Mo in various aspects of strength and endurance. The two fought for a while before he was defeated. .

Zhou Mo ordered another man in black and said, "You come."

……

When Yan woke up, there were sounds of swords and swords in his ears, and Zhou Mo was not around. He immediately remembered how Zhou Mo was captured last time, put on his clothes in a hurry, and ran out.

"Amo—"

As the door opened, Yan Qing's words stopped in his throat.

It was true that there was a fight in the courtyard, but his Zhoumo... was sitting on a stone bench beside him with his legs crossed, dragging his chin in boredom, as if he was about to fall asleep.

As for those fighting people, their unfamiliar fighting moves were somewhat weird, like a low-end version of Zhou Mo...

Yan Qing's voice was not low, because she was worried, she opened the door with [-]% of her voice, although she was hoarse afterwards, she still attracted the attention of everyone in the courtyard immediately.

As a result, those fighting people only saw the gentle and elegant Zhilan Yushu man in disheveled clothes a second ago, standing at the door very restlessly, his eyes were flustered, and he was pitiful like a baby rabbit, and the next second, he had been teaching them by his side People disappear.

After a gust of wind, Zhou Mo came from the courtyard to the door of the room, hugged Yan Qing across his arms, and entered the room with lightning speed.

Hei Ying withdrew his gaze, touched his nose and said, "Continue to continue."

Zhou Mo lowered his head and looked at Yan Qing. While tidying his clothes, he said, "Why did you come out suddenly? Did you wake up?"

Yan Qing supported Zhou Mo, and bent down to change the reversed shoes he was wearing because he was anxious, "I heard the sound of swords and swords, I thought someone was coming again..."

"worry about me?"

"Well," Yan Qing grabbed Zhou Mo's hand and put it on his chest, "Ah Mo, I don't know why, the person in the painting just now appeared in my dream."

Zhou Mo was startled, but his face remained calm, "What did you dream about?"

Yan Qing's eyes were confused, she fell into deep thought, and shook her head after a while, "I can't remember, he seems very sad, he, me, I always feel weird..."

Zhou Mo straightened up Yan Qing's drooping temple hair, "Don't think too much, I should be the one who caused you too much trouble."

After saying this, Yan Qing's ears turned red, and he pushed Zhou Mo angrily, not bothering to pay attention.

Seeing people's attention being diverted by him, Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Are you hungry, have something to eat?"

Yan Qing shook his head, "Ah Mo, what are you doing in the courtyard?"

"It's nothing, practice them, in case of emergency."

Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mo, hesitated to speak, and said after a long time, "When are we going to find my sister?"

Zhou Mo turned his head to look outside the house. It snowed here a few days ago, and the temperature was acceptable. Yan Qing huddled in the house and waited for the snow to melt. However, the snow disaster in Zhou Liu continued. Even worse, "After the Chinese New Year is over, let's go directly to the capital."

Yan Qing frowned slightly, "Ah? Are we not going to Pingcheng?"

"I won't go, I won't disturb the world of the two of them."

Yan Qing: "..."

Is it a two-person world assigned to work in frontier disaster relief?

When Chen Nianhua came back, there were only a few men in black fighting with each other in the courtyard. He slapped the notice that had been removed from the outside on the table, took a sip of herbal tea and said, "Find out who this man is, what is his name?" Who, where does he live?"

The black shadow stopped, but did not step forward, "The subordinates only obey the master."

"Okay, where's your master?" Chen Nianhua spat out the tea leaves in his mouth, and said very unhappy.

The black shadow raised his head slightly, Chen Nianhua followed the instructions and saw Zhou Mo sitting on the roof with his arms around Yan Qing's waist, the two of them had their backs to the courtyard, and they didn't know what they were looking out.

"...I know I'm tired all the time!" Chen Nianhua patted the table angrily, and suddenly said in a trembling voice, "Come down for me!"

Yan Qing was looking towards the direction of the crowd in the city, where the crowd was dense, but they were all lined up in an orderly manner, waiting for Li's eldest son and his husband Langbu porridge one by one.

Li Bai stood by the side like a door god, and whenever someone took advantage of troubled waters to jump into the queue, she would very rudely drag him to the end.

Yan Qing was watching Qi Jin, when he suddenly heard movement behind him, he was about to get up, but he had no choice but to be on the beam and the terrain was quite high, so he didn't have the ability to go down, so he just poked Zhou Mo who didn't respond, "Ah Mo, the master is calling us."

Zhou Mo was looking at a few hurried people in the city in a daze, and was poked by Yan Qing several times before regaining his senses. He stood up and stopped Yan Qing from falling into the courtyard.

Chen Nianhua blew on his beard and said, "...Old man, I didn't teach you martial arts just for you to use it for romance."

"There are no flowers, snow and moons, but the wind is a bit forced." Zhou Mo disapproved, sat down, touched the teacup on the stone table, and then withdrew his hand, "What do you want us to do?"

Yan Qing put away the teacup on the table, and took a look at the portrait on the table. He seemed to have seen this portrait countless times today, but the version on the table was somewhat different from the one in his dream, not as dignified and elegant as in the dream.

Yan Qing looked away and said, "I'm going to make tea."

Chen Nianhua watched Yan Qing leave with a smile, and looked at Zhou Mo with some emotion, "Have you practiced the sword technique I taught you?"

Zhou Mo stood up, reached out to the black shadow, and said, "Sword."

No matter how many times he said it, the old man would always find fault with him. He simply played it on the spot. Chen Nianhua stroked his beard, his eyes were extremely satisfied, but his face was still pretending, "Barely, barely Strong, just a little bit higher than Yan Yun's comprehension, but far behind me."

Zhou Mo returned the sword, sat down, and pointed to the portrait with his chin, "Where did it come from?"

"It was revealed from the bulletin board, you can find out for me, what is the origin of this person." Chen Nianhua suddenly remembered the reason why he sought Zhou Mo, and hurriedly said.

Zhou Mo frowned slightly, "You know him?"

"This one looks very familiar, like my benefactor," Chen Nianhua said, "When there was a famine, a bowl of porridge and rice saved my life, but after I went back, there was no news of him."

"This man looks so much like my benefactor, he is probably his child!"

Zhou Mo: "..."

"Do you remember the name of your old benefactor?"

Chen Nianhua shook his head, "I didn't say it clearly at the time, and I couldn't find it afterwards."

Hearing this, Zhou Mo took out the original, unaltered portrait that Li Bai gave him from his bosom, "Is it him?"

Chen Nianhua leaned his head over to look, patted his thigh with just one glance and said, "Yes, that's him, I didn't expect his son to look so much like him!"

"Speaking of which, the first time I met my apprentice-in-law, I felt that my apprentice-in-law was very similar to my benefactor, especially those eyes, which resembled him very much."

Zhou Mo: "..."

Zhou Mo rubbed his forehead, and put the portrait back into his arms, but Chen Nianhua stopped him, "What are you hiding his portrait for? What's your relationship with him?"

Zhou Mo sighed, "Maybe he is my father-in-law."

Chen Nianhua: "???"

He widened his eyes, pointed to another portrait, and said, "You and him?"

The corners of Zhou Mo's mouth twitched, and he said, "...these two pictures are originally the same person, they have been changed a little."

Chen Nianhua paused as he stroked his beard, "Then you call him father-in-law...Yanqing?!"

Chen Nianhua stood up from the stool and repeated, "Yanqing?!"

Zhou Mo dragged the old man in front of him to sit down, "Keep your voice down, I haven't told Qing'er about this yet."

Chen Nianhua: "This..."

"There's no need to check, let me tell you," Zhou Mo said, "His name is Xiao Fei, the deceased Feng Jun of the current Holy Majesty."

Chen Nianhua's expression darkened immediately when he heard the words, he took out a jade pendant from his bosom, on which Hao Ran engraved the word "Fei", that's why he didn't ask any more questions after he asked Qing Yanqing's father's name.

"Since it's Lord Feng, why did Yanqing fall to—" Chen Nianhua held the jade pendant, his voice stopped abruptly, he looked up at Zhou Mo, and something became clear, "...can't help myself?"

The author has something to say: Good guy, the full attendance in June ended just after it started orz

I'm not a pigeon, I'm just a tired bird

感谢在2021-06-0323:36:48~2021-06-0500:58:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of Lin Muyang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!