Jun Ruyu

After recovering from his injury, Mo Zhuliu began to train with Wen Ruohan on the school field.

Wen Buyun had nothing to do in Yanyang Palace a few days ago, so he would sit on the school grounds and give instructions occasionally. Wen Ruohan was very concerned about this, and he could see that he was more strict with himself than usual. , One of the arrows deviated slightly from the bull's-eye, and his face was so black that he almost broke the bow.

Mo Zhuliu hurriedly asked someone to hand him a handkerchief and tea, and asked him to rest for a while, not to be tired, because he said that the practice effect would be bad if he was tired.

Wen Ruohan took the handkerchief to wipe off his sweat, and snorted coldly, saying that I need you to remind me.He frowned, and felt that the tea was too astringent, so he asked to make it again, and finally he was willing to sit and rest.

Wen Buyun called Mo Zhuliu to go over, and Wen Ruohan immediately sat up straight as if he was facing a formidable enemy, wanting to hear what they had to say.

Mo Zhuliu heard Wen Buyun mention a few words about the refinement and control of aura, and after talking for a long time, he summed it up in four words: purely by talent.That's right.Mo Zhuliu smiled.

Many things in the world of cultivation depend on blood and talent. Some people form a golden core at the age of ten, and some people only have a pitiful amount of aura when they reach the crown. Can only not reach the height of others.

One afternoon in mid-June, a person broke into the school grounds.The person who came was strong and majestic, and he looked like a general at a glance.

He came quickly, knelt at Wen Buyun's feet without saying a word, kowtowed heavily, and then said in a deep voice: "Wen Peng returned from his travels and brought important information to the suzerain."

"Say." Wen Buyun seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and waved his hand to get him up quickly.

After getting up, the middle-aged man who called himself Wen Peng began to speak eagerly without brushing off the dust from his body and forehead.

It turned out that several small families under the original Wen family colluded with the most powerful King Guangchuan in the world to attack the small town on the border of Qishan, and now they have forcibly occupied several pieces of territory that belonged to the Wen family.

Wen Peng said urgently: "Sovereign, it is inconvenient for cultivators to kill mortals indiscriminately. I understand that you have been trying to protect the reputation of the Wen family, so you tolerate it again and again, but now we can only unite with the mortal army to deal with the common enemy.

"During my travels, I was lucky enough to meet King Anping and his generals, and they wanted to give money to our Wen family for a helping hand.

"The status of the Wen family among the five major families is declining day by day. If we don't find a chance to make a comeback, I'm afraid there will be no room for recovery. Why not use the power of King Anping..."

Wen Buyun interrupted: "No matter what the reason is, the realm of comprehension should draw a clear line from the mortal world. This is a truth that all schools of Taoism understand. Those worthless monks don't understand. Could it be that even my Wen clan Don't people understand!

"It's not difficult for ordinary people to try to repel them. As for those traitors, do you think that the Wen family has no troops to deal with them because they haven't participated in the war for many years.

"Only one thing, if we take that step today, the Qishan Wen family, as one of the five major families, will never turn back. People will be deceived by their interests, and they can't stop without paying a huge price! At that time, the balance will If it is broken, the Wen family will become the target of the common crusade by the comprehension world!

"Wen Peng, you have been following me since then. I think you understand this best."

"... Sovereign!" Wen Peng begged unbearably.

Wen Buyun also softened his tone:

"Wen Peng, I will not let Wen's foundation be destroyed in my hands. Don't blindly pursue to be stronger. What you get in the end is all in exchange for other precious things. What's the point?"

Mo Zhuliu was stunned in place, the two names "Guangchuan King" and "Anping King" swirled in his mind, setting off a vortex that could not be calmed down.

The scenes of that night surged up again, flooding his vision.At night, the land was as quiet as death at first, and then a fire broke out suddenly. The whole person seemed to be in hell, and only wailing could be heard everywhere.He was in desperate agony with nowhere to escape.

Mo Zhuliu suddenly started to panic.He raised his eyes in a panic, only to see Wen Ruohan's tall figure with his back turned to him.

——until that sword pierced all nightmares.

Sensing his gaze, Wen Ruohan turned his head slightly, looking at Mo Zhuliu with burning eyes.

That night, Wen Ruohan told Wen Buyun that he had encountered a bottleneck in his practice recently and wanted to travel with old general Wen Peng for a month.

Previously, every time he went out, Wen Peng was leading him, and Wen Buyun was used to it, and seeing Wen Peng's frail and honest appearance after repeated rejections of his proposal, he agreed with it.

Mo Zhuliu thought he would go with him too, but he didn't expect that Wen Ruohan left him behind.

Wen Ruohan left in a hurry, as if he was going to do something secretly, Mo Zhuliu could tell that the excitement in the other's eyes was poorly hidden.

He believed that Wen Buyun could guess it in his heart, but the latter didn't say anything, but after sending Wen Ruohan away, he sat in a wooden wheelchair and sighed under the fallen flower tree until Mo Zhuliu persuaded him to go back, saying It was cool at night, so he was willing to leave.

Mo Zhuliu thought, father and son are really father and son.

Went back after two weeks.During the past two weeks, Mo Zhuliu practiced basic skills in the school grounds, and when Wen Buyun was around, he asked him some questions about controlling aura.

Mo Zhuliu was not good at wielding a sword, Wen Buyun asked him the reason, he said he didn't like the feeling of the sword piercing into the flesh, Wen Buyun laughed and shook his head.

Wen Chang brought back fresh loquats, and swore a lot about the benefits of eating more loquats. It seemed that the doctor's old problem was repeated.

When Mo Zhuliu was free, he peeled loquats and ate them while watching the green-haired turtles in Wen Ruohan's pond fight.

Wen Chang said that Wen Ruohan liked to keep these weird animals since he was a child. The rarer he liked, the more he wanted to get them. When he was ten years old, he and Wen Peng went to find a bastard, but the bastard was too cruel. One leg was injured by it, Wen Ruohan had no choice but to go home empty-handed, her little nose was red and her eyes were bright red, and she didn't know if she cried a lot on the way back.

Then he said angrily: "Last year, I was dragged to the Yiling Mass Burial Mound by his bastard, saying that I was looking for a demon bird. My God, that was a mass burial site. He really didn't want his life. Bird poked a hole in his chest, why didn’t he just poke his head! I’m so pissed off, if it wasn’t for me playing support, he would still want to live? Just zoom in on the ending!”

Mo Zhuliu laughed when he heard it, he really liked listening to Wen Chang talk.

At night, he went back and found a wooden box, which was the red jade that Wen Ruohan gave him last time.He took out the jade and put it in front of the candlelight to watch it, and he looked at it for almost an hour.

The next day he went to the town at the foot of the mountain to buy a rope, and then went to a jade craftsman to polish the jade and string it up so that he could hang it around his waist.

The jade craftsman praised: "Good jade, good jade!"

Mo Zhuliu smiled and nodded his thanks.

About a month later, Wen Buyun received a letter from Wen Ruohan and Wen Peng. In the letter, the two said that they had settled down in an inn in a town a few kilometers away, but they didn't have enough money.Mo Zhuliu went with a purse of silver taels.

Wen Buyun matched him with a horse, so he arrived at the inn mentioned in the letter within a few hours.

It was noon at this time, and after a whole morning, the whole person was steaming.Mo Zhuliu lifted the bamboo hat and asked the boy to take the horse to the backyard to take care of it, while he walked into the lobby and wanted to ask the shopkeeper.

"Oh, I understand, I understand." The shopkeeper smiled obsequiously, which gave Mo Zhuliu a bad feeling, and the two officers and soldiers who appeared immediately made him frowned even more.

At this time, there were five people in the hall of the prefect's mansion.

The leader was a young man with a kind face and a military uniform that added a bit of heroism to him. It was King Anping himself.

Behind him stood a man who looked like a general, his brows were cold and his body was tense.

Sitting next to King Anping, the man in official uniform was the master of the prefect's mansion. At this time, he glanced anxiously at the two people sitting sideways.

On the side seats, the two people sitting were dressed in flame robes, the middle-aged man was Wen Peng, and the handsome young man who was casually drinking tea was Wen Ruohan.

King Anping always had a tired smile on his face. After he brought the remnants of soldiers to join his father's old troops, he finally felt relieved a little, and the continuous planning for a month had exhausted him.After discussing with the Qishan Wen Sect for a few days, it seemed that he saw a chance to turn defeat into victory.

"I'm curious, Mr. Wen, who do you want to introduce to me?"

"It is my loyal subordinate."

"Loyal subordinate, are you willing to give it to me? Immortal favor, I'm afraid I can't bear it."

"It's no big deal, it's just a servant. If you're not dead, just return it to me after the matter is over." Wen Ruohan finally raised his head to look at the young man, showing an inexplicable smile.

King Anping asked again, "What's his name?"

"Don't drift."

"Mo... Zhuliu?" The prefect, who had been afraid to make a sound, couldn't hold back his exclamation. This cry attracted everyone's attention.

Wen Ruohan asked, "What?"

The prefect frowned, and glanced at King Anping beside him. King Anping thought for a few seconds, and seemed to understand why he was so surprised, so he slowly said for him:

"It's nothing, it's just that when I heard the ministers chatting earlier, Gu Taishou once said that the only son of his good friend Mr. Zhao's family has been studying the art of cultivation since he was a child. Missing and wanted for several years...

"Master Zhao's only son, coincidentally, is also named 'Zhuliu'."

After all, King Anping smiled and said, "It's strange that a father would name his child like this. Mr. Wen's subordinate is much better. 'Mo Zhuliu' is really a good name, I like it very much."