Jun Ruyu

Three years later, the Taoist family finally could not bear the humiliation, and made a concerted effort to launch a final struggle against the Qishan Wen family, and named it "Shooting the Sun".

Meng Yao was reading the situation on the front line to Wen Ruohan bit by bit.

The oil lamp had been burning for a long time, and the room was dimly lit. Meng Yao gradually couldn't see clearly, but she still didn't dare to make a sound, so she had to move closer to the scroll to see the words on it clearly.

His voice is as clear as the moon, with a gentle magnetism, which is very popular.

Wen Ruohan leaned back on the chair, frowning slightly. Recently, there have been frequent battles, and the battle lines have been repeatedly breached, which disturbed him from getting a good night's sleep.

After Meng Yao finished reading, she asked with concern, "Sect Master Wen, are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Ruohan said he had a headache, so Meng Yao boldly said that he could rub it for him.

The oil lamp finally burned to the end, and the room was pitch black for a while, Meng Yao paused with her hands, but then continued to rub the acupuncture points on Wen Ruohan's head, no one made a sound, only the sound of the two breathing one after another in the silent night.

Meng Yao is an undercover agent.He thought, now might be a good opportunity to take Wen Ruohan's head.He has done everything he has to do, and when the matter is over, no matter whether it is the four major families or the hundred schools of Xuanmen, everyone will praise him greatly, let alone his father Jin Guangshan.

Wen Ruohan didn't seem to care about Meng Yao's pause just now, and only said: "Meng Yao, why did you come to Wen's house."

Meng Yao was startled inwardly, and said calmly on the surface: "Sect Master Nie wants to kill me, but the Lanling Jin Sect doesn't want to recognize me. Instead of being humiliated by them, I'd rather work under Sect Master Wen."

Wen Ruohan was silent for a long time before saying "Okay", and Meng Yao let go of her hanging heart, but before she breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Ruohan suddenly stood up for some reason.

Wen Ruohan was much taller than Meng Yao, and the two of them leaned so close together that Meng Yao had to raise her head to see Wen Ruohan's face, which was mostly illuminated by the moonlight outside the window, the moonlight was very soft, like a veil.

Wen Ruohan asked: "Being under my command, are you afraid of death?"

Meng Yao was taken aback for a moment, but when she realized it, she smiled and said firmly:

"Not afraid, I am not afraid of death."

"Will you betray me?"

"I will never betray you."

Wen Ruohan lowered his head, and there was a light in one of his eyes, which made Meng Yao unable to look away.

"Wen... suzerain?"

Suddenly there was a soft touch on her lips, and Meng Yao froze all over.He couldn't help but take half a step back, but the other party directly hugged his waist and took him into his arms.

The kiss was too tender.Meng Yao was trembling all over at first, but as if she was being comforted, she slowly breathed calmly, and began bit by bit, biting lightly like a small animal to respond to the other party.

Meng Yao went to ask Wen Chang what medicine could heal the wound quickly.

Wen Chang was fanning and boiling medicine, so he looked at him and asked him where he was hurt.

Meng Yao smiled wryly and put down the sleeve covering her mouth, only to see that there was clearly a bite on the corner of his mouth.He said helplessly: "I have to go to see the generals on the front line in person in the next few days, but it's not good to leave... not so good scars on my face."

Wen Chang lost his fan with a strange expression, found out a box of plaster and handed it to Meng Yao, hesitated for a moment and asked, "...you and Wen Ruohan?"

Meng Yao took the plaster and unscrewed the lid, dipped a little of the translucent paste with her fingertips, and gently rubbed it on the corner of her mouth, the corner of her mouth twitched in pain.He asked: "Master Wen Chang knows the person in Sect Master Wen's heart?"

Wen Chang paused, then squatted down to fan the fan to cook the medicine, and only said:

"The man died three years ago."

Meng Yao put the small box into her bosom after applying the medicine, looked at the man who was turning away from her and concentrated on making the medicine, and said with a smile: "I don't know why, Mr. Wen Chang seems to dislike Sect Master Wen very much, and he also treats me very badly." See. I don't know where Meng Yao offended the young master."

"Oh, really, I don't think I don't want to see you," Wen Chang said coldly without turning his head, "If I see you as unhappy, the ointment you put on just now will be mixed with poison. You see, it's poisonous." ."

Meng Yao's smiling face froze, he put away his smile, reached out and touched the injured corner of his mouth, his eyelids were half closed.

In the Yanyang Hall, Wen Ruohan was on top, and the kneeling row below were all captured monks, among them was Nie Mingjue, the patriarch of the Nie clan, and even Wen Chang was there.

Standing in front of Wen Ruohan, Meng Yao explained Wen Chang's crimes of collaborating with the enemy word by word. Wen Chang listened and trembled with anger. His hair was messed up and his body was covered with dust. Shouted at Meng Yao:

"You're talking nonsense! You bastard! You're the one who communicated secretly with the Qinghe Nie family! It's you who copied the map to them!"

Meng Yao turned her back to Wen Ruohan, her face immediately turned cold, and she immediately drew out her sword and stabbed at him.

Wen Ruohan stood up abruptly, frowned, and said, "Who told you to do it without permission."

The sword was halfway into the body, Meng Yao said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Sect Master Wen, Meng Yao has overstepped the rules, I just don't want nonsense words to disturb Sect Master Wen's judgment." After saying that, she pulled out the sword.

Wen Chang cried out, blood spattered all over the ground when the sword was struck.Seeing the man approaching from the corner of the eye, Wen Chang bent over in pain, but still managed to straighten up and glared at him, gritted his teeth and said:

"Wen Ruohan, you bastard...you are really a bastard..."

Wen Ruohan said softly: "Changqing, you have always hated me so much."

Wen Chang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly wanted to laugh, so he grinned silently, and then coughed bloody mouth.

"Wen Ruohan..."

While reading, Wen Chang took out something from his arms, and then slammed it hard at the person in front of him.

Wen Ruohan subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but when he saw the red light, he stopped abruptly and caught it firmly with his hands.The cold touch in his hand made him widen his eyes in shock, and hesitantly said: "...Nanhong? Isn't it broken?"

Wen Chang laughed, and then shouted in a hoarse voice: "You chopped it up at the mass grave, and I glued it back to its original shape bit by bit after I fucking carried you back! You bastard... bastard ..."

Having scolded enough, Wen Chang's voice quieted down, and finally he said weakly:

"Mo Zhuliu is still alive, but you have no chance to see him. You bastard, you are not qualified to see him."

"Ah-"

Meng Yao's sword pierced Wen Ruohan's chest.

Wen Ruohan still held Nan Hongyu in his hand.Meng Yao's right hand holding the sword trembled.

Meng Yao became the person who contributed the most to the Sun Shooting Conquest, and was finally accepted by the Lanling Jin Sect, who changed her name to Jin Guangyao and named Lianfangzun. Later, the three became sworn brothers, which became a good story.

Mo Zhuliu was drinking tea when he heard the children in the school talking about these rumors in the cultivation world, and he stopped holding the teacup. No one noticed his face changed at that moment.

He finally knew why the name "Ayao" sounded familiar to him, wasn't it the second younger brother that Lan Xichen kept calling him in the future time and space - Lianfangzun Jin Guangyao.

With a wry smile, Mo Zhuliu cleared his throat and said that the break was over and the class would continue. The boys below immediately straightened their sitting postures, shook their heads and continued to read poems.

After the day's class, most of the children were taken home by their parents, and the few who were homeless followed Mo Zhuliu home.

Mo Zhuliu said that he would correct the homework first and let them play by themselves first, so he listened to these children chattering and discussing for a long time, and then decided to play a pretend game, who is "Lan Wangji" and who is "Jiang Wangji" Cheng", who is "Wei Wuxian", one by one, really serious in playing.

None of the characters they played was named "Wen Ruohan".Mo Zhuliu approved the homework one by one, telling himself not to think so much, some things should have been forgotten long ago.

After the homework is approved, the children are taken home, and lots are drawn to decide who will accompany him to the street to buy vegetables today.Mo Zhuliu carried the vegetable basket and led the little boy Lele away.

When we went out, it happened to be the time when everyone went to the street to buy vegetables. There were a lot of people on the street, and the peddlers greeted them cheerfully. Wanting to eat, Mo Zhuliu took one off and gave it to him, and then paid the vendor.

As he was walking, the noodle stall next to him was suddenly smashed up, and the soup splashed everywhere. Mo Zhuliu hurriedly avoided Lele with his arms around him. When he saw it again, it was actually a young man in a golden star snow wave robe making trouble. Unbelievable, when did the Lanling Jin Sect accept such a disciple?

Mo Zhuliu was not prepared to contact them, and was about to take Lele away, but unexpectedly, Lele suddenly burst into tears: "The candied haws...the candied haws have fallen..."

Sure enough, it should have been too sudden just now, I didn't grasp it firmly, and the candied haws fell to the ground and were covered with ashes before eating two.

Mo Zhuliu knelt down and patted his head, comforting him that it was okay and he would buy it later.

"Here, candied haws." A candied haws was handed over. The young man was dressed in a gold star snow wave robe, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and his smile was as gentle as a flower. He looked straight at Lele's eyes.

"Thank you, brother." Lele blushed and accepted it.

Mo Zhuliu also said thank you, stood up and wanted to drag Lele away, but the young man stopped him and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, have you forgotten Ayao?"

Mo Zhuliu didn't turn his head back and said: "I think Ayao seems to have forgotten everything I taught you earlier."

Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "No, I remember everything."

Mo Zhuliu lifted his foot and left, only to hear Jin Guangyao say slowly behind his back: "Sect Master Wen is with me."

The footsteps stopped immediately.

So Mo Zhuliu took Jin Guangyao and the troubled boy home and had a meal together.That boy was Xue Yang, and he was able to play around with a group of children, and he was able to have fun. A pair of small canine teeth are very cute, like a child's temper, but Mo Zhuliu is very clear, and he can get along well with Jin Guangyao. This Xue Yang is definitely not a simple person.

After Jin Guangyao finished eating, he put down the bowl and said with a smile that Uncle Mo's cooking is as good as before.

Mo Zhuliu said helplessly, in this way, I think my skills have improved over the years.

Xue Yang yelled from the side: "You son of a bitch! Don't poke my teeth with your hand that just touched the mud!"

Mo Zhuliu thought he was going to the Lanling Jin Clan's dungeon, but it turned out to be another hidden place. After entering that place, Xue Yang enthusiastically brought tea to them, but Jin Guangyao firmly refused.

Along the way, there are walking corpses locked in cages, and there is a door in the innermost part. After walking in for a long time, I saw a familiar person.He said he looked familiar, but Mo Zhuliu almost didn't recognize that it was Wen Ruohan.

The man was in a mess, covered in blood, his hair was twisted into strands, and there was not a clean spot on his clothes.He lowered his head, his facial features were hidden in the shadows, and he was motionless. From this point of view, he couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

Jin Guangyao said: "The golden core was taken out and his cultivation was completely destroyed. He is like a useless person. I didn't kill him. Everyone in the world will treat him as dead."

After a pause, Jin Guangyao continued: "Actually, I wanted to kill him, but I didn't expect that there was a magic weapon made of water tiger scales on his chest, so the sword failed."

He actually smiled wryly again, and said: "Probably there are still people in the world who miss him, so he shouldn't die."

Mo Zhuliu remained silent for a long time before he finally said dumbfoundingly: "Thank you."

thank you.

When the person inside heard the voice, it seemed as if he had been swallowed suddenly, and he had the breath of a living person again.

When the school started early in the morning, Mo Zhuliu signaled the children to be quiet, and said, "Today, sir, I want to introduce someone to you. He is your new teacher."

Immediately, a naughty child said, "That's great, so I can finally have fresh faces to look at in class!"

Mo Zhuliu scolded him with a smile: "Why, did you dislike my old face long ago?"

"No, no, we all like to see Mr. Mo's old face... No, Mr. Mo's young and good-looking face... Of course we also like to see Mr. New!"

"Hahahahaha! Alan, you idiot!" The children suddenly burst into laughter.

When they finished laughing, Mo Zhuliu went to the door, pointed his head to the man outside the door and said, "Come in, Ruohan."

When the man in plain shirt heard the voice, he immediately turned his head to look at him. For a moment, all the trees and flowers were in full bloom in the yard, which couldn't compare to the brilliance in the man's eyes.

The author has something to say:

end! Check in in the early morning of 2.23.After writing, I can finally go back to school with peace of mind.

There will be a postscript, there is a side story that I want to write, but it depends on the final situation.