Love against the sky

At this moment, a sound of horseshoes was heard.

Lan Shang turned around, only to see Mo Yan galloping towards him on Chasing Cloud.

Walking in front of him and reining in the horse, the horse neighed and stopped.

Mo Yan seemed to want to speak to him, but he was speechless.

Just staring at him quietly, that look seems to be sadly saying goodbye, but also seems to be lingering to death.

Lan Shang wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know where to start. Thousands of words were scattered with the wind and turned into a sigh.

Mo Yan rode away.

Everything is only in the blink of an eye.

Just, then a turn around.

Lan Shang smiled lonely, looking at his back that was drifting away, something in her heart quietly shattered, falling to the ground.

Suddenly, a horse neighed not far away, Mo Yan turned the horse's head and shouted at him: "Go back!"

A bit wild, a bit uninhibited, bright and clear, the sky whistling, that handsome shadow quickly disappeared from sight.

He wants him back?

Lan Shang blinked and walked towards the mansion with light steps, as if she had lost her soul.

He didn't tell him, the uneasiness hidden in his heart, because he was not sure.

But, if it is true, how can he leave him?

The more you are afraid of losing, the tighter you hold it, and the tighter you hold it, the more you lose.

Fenghua refers to quicksand, a period of old age.

Some things just can't be grasped.

The wind passed, and the elegant figure in front of the mansion disappeared without a trace.

It's like, never came.

He'll wait for his return for as long as he wants him to wait.

Chasing clouds and galloping all the way along the river, after about two hours, they arrived at a place with a unique cave.

The market is noisy, and the cries of small merchants and hawkers can be heard endlessly.

The not-so-spacious streets are bustling with people coming and going.

There are many restaurants on the street, wine flags are fluttering, and a string of smiles from the Mingyue Qingfeng Restaurant in the alley are falling into the sky.

Mo Yan got off his horse, and led Zhuyun to a restaurant.

He looked up at the signboard on the lintel, Xufeng Pavilion.

Xiao Er came out with a cheerful face, "Guest officer, please." He hurriedly called the doorman, "Hurry up and lead the horse to this master, what are you doing in a daze, don't you have any eyesight."

Mo Yan had no expression on his face, or his eyes were filled with dark clouds, then he rewarded Xiao Er with some broken silver, and went into the restaurant with his head bowed.The store was even more noisy, and it was already boiling here before nightfall.Three or five people were betting around a table, and there were loud noises one after another.There are also guests in twos and threes sitting together, drinking and chatting.

Everything is normal.In this border town.Fengwu.

Silently went up to the second floor and walked towards a compartment.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Xiao Er hurriedly stepped forward and stopped with a smile, "My lord, I'm sorry, this room has already been taken up by several other adults, do you think..."

"Get out!" Mo Yan said to him coldly, pushed Xiao Er to the side, and kicked the door open.

The whole room was stunned for an instant.

"Master! Why are you here?" One of the men in white put down his chips and hurried up to Mo Yan, unbelievable, "Didn't you lead the army to Pingchen?"

"Fuck! He-mother-damned."

Mo Yan cursed, picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a sip, and the other seven or eight people got up and gave up their seats. Among them, a gray-haired man looked at him and said, "What? Could it be that the hall master is unlucky?"

Before Mo Yan could speak, a burly man with three-inch short hair said indignantly: "If you want to blame the Sa family, what's the point of repayment? It's the other way around! Why do you fight the country and let those grandsons enjoy the benefits."

At this time, a man dressed in black sitting in the corner got up and said, "How many questions do you know! How can dominating the country and wandering the rivers and lakes be the same?"

"Why can't it be the same! It's all about fighting and killing. In my opinion, the latter is really happy!"

"Okay! Shut it up!" Mo Yan yelled, and they fell silent.

The man in white was named Ling Yu, and at this moment he quietly closed the door and asked, "Could it be that something serious happened to the Hall Master's sudden arrival here?"

Mo Yan didn't speak, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When he thought of Yang Su's virtue, he wished he could tear him into pieces.This group of people are people from the rivers and lakes that he made friends with when he worshiped under the sword master Duan Chen. Duan Chen only accepted two disciples in his life, one of them was Mo Yan, and he didn't know who the other was. They had never met each other.But Duan Chen said a word, that is, they will meet each other one day, and when they meet, they will meet at a dead end.They represent Qian and Kun, vertical and horizontal, righteous and evil, immortals and demons respectively.In the end, only one of them survived to become the head of the new generation of sword masters.These knights in the rivers and lakes all came to make friends with Mo Yan, admiring his swordsmanship and martial arts, and Mo Yan himself is quite righteous, although he is not a gentleman, he is definitely not a villain.

A few years ago, they established a church called Beiyao Hall, with Mo Yan as the head of the hall.At that time they were still ignorant teenagers, high-spirited, never thought that Beiyaotang has become a well-known gang in Jianghu, they just wanted to have fun, and everyone gathered together to have fun.And Mo Yan didn't care about it, the reason couldn't be more simple, who would choose the latter between the emperor and the grass bandits?But things are often unintentional, and seven years have passed in a blink of an eye. Beiyaotang, which used to have a few people, now has tens of thousands of people, calling the wind and the rain in the rivers and lakes.And these elders also have their own unique skills, and their martial arts are unfathomable.

Mo Yan drank three glasses of wine in a row, pondered for a moment and said, "There hasn't been much news lately."

The outspoken person was named Xi Mo, and upon hearing Mo Yan's question, he replied without hesitation: "There is nothing in the hall, the world is peaceful, but the hall master, you seem to be worried."

The gray-haired man's name is Wudao, and he is a master poisoner. He clicked his tongue and said, "Don't leave any pot unopened, it's like swallowing arsenic."

A few people laughed, and Mo Yan couldn't help laughing, and sighed deeply: "You don't know, there are too many and complicated things in this court, it's really a headache."

Mo Xi patted the table and said: "No! If you want me to say that you are the head of the hall, you should just turn against it. Anyway, there is a 60 army, and the military power is in your hands. I'm afraid he's a bird egg. When you become the emperor, give the brothers some money." The door also adds officials and confers titles, and we also play like prime ministers, generals, etc., and become addicted to being an official." The words fell, and he laughed.

The pale man dressed in black was named Quicksand, he was an assassin who moved like the wind, shadowed like a soul, and came and went without a trace. He usually didn't talk much, and he rarely showed up during the day.Just a few days ago, a person from the demon world came here inexplicably and left a letter saying that he would hand it over to King Jin.Quicksand handled things safely, and waited for several days, and finally got Mo Yan to come.He said calmly, "Leader, let's talk about what's on his mind."

Mo Yan looked around at them, and said in a low voice, "I want you to kill one of them for me."

"Who?" They were almost in unison.

Mo Yan was silent for a while, the deep-seated hatred in Fengrui's eyes condensed a little bit, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, he stood up, did not speak, but dipped his index finger into the wine in the glass, and slapped it on the table. Write down two words with one stroke.

When the pen fell, several people were dumbfounded.

Simo said in amazement: "Master, you are trying to rebel!"

Mo Yan didn't make a sound, just said: "I don't want him to die immediately, it's too cheap for him to die so happily, I want him to die!"

Wu Dao smiled, "It's not difficult, there are many ways to make his life worse than death, it depends on how the hall master wants to deal with him."

Quicksand said: "When will we do it?"

Mo Yan thought for a while, "Just a few days."

Compared with the others, Ling Yu had a purer heart, and said puzzledly, "Master, he is not yours..."

"Yes, so what! Anyone who dares to touch me, I will let him live but not die!"

"Who did he move? Your concubine?" Ling Yu asked.

Mo Yan was silent, Liusha smiled secretly, and took out a letter from his arms, "I'm afraid it's not a concubine, hehe, hall master, here is a letter from you."

Mo Yan took it, and there was no word on the envelope. When he opened it, there was only one line of words: The day I break Chen, I will see my sincerity.

Knead it into a ball, throw it aside, don't even think about that monster Ye Xuan.

Whenever he thinks of Ye Xuan, he thinks of Lanzhang, and whenever he thinks of Lanzhang, Mo Yan is very entangled.

It's not just because Yang Su came to ask for someone, but he found that he was a little bit reluctant to part with that merman, and he didn't even want to keep the deal he made with Ye Xuan. "Sincerity" he must have, but he didn't want to give 1 caviar.I'm not even willing to give it to others!

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