"That's it, old man, I'll go to Maoshan to take a look, how about you continue to sit in Jindu" Mao Buyi stroked his beard, thought about it slightly, and then nodded, "That's okay, you can inform me at any time if you have something, there are a lot of our eyeliners here in Jindu, if they make any moves, we can contact you as soon as possible." ” "Now, if the Beichen Sect joins forces with the Ma family, then we and Maoshan must also be twisted into a rope."
"Yang Rui remembers."
"Go, go early and come back early, Jin has me, don't worry."
"Then there is Old Man Lao who cares about it."
Yang Rui bowed to Old Man Mao, and then suddenly turned around.
"Yang Rui."
Yang Rui just took a step and stopped again.
"If you're not sure, ask for help from your eldest brother, I know that your kid is a hard bone, and that old ghost has a moral nature, stubborn and strong, but there is no shame in asking for help from your own eldest brother" When Yang Rui heard this, he was slightly stunned, and bowed again, "Yang Rui remember."
The words fell, and the figure disappeared into the moonlit night, leaving only a breeze gusting, washing away the silence of the night.
Woolen cloth quietly looked at the black shadow that was gradually moving away, and a little spark rarely appeared in his vague eyes.
"Shi Xuan, what do you say this kid will be able to reach in the future?"
When Mao Shixuan heard this, he was slightly stunned, "Dad, you don't know, where do I know, but this vein of the Yang family is destined to be ordinary, and no one can say for sure in the future world, but your choice has never been wrong."
"Yang Qiankun, you old guy, you are really lucky."
Mao Buyi muttered to himself, then shook his head and sighed, this sigh was full of envy and regret.
I envy that Yang Qiankun has such two outstanding grandsons, but unfortunately, his grandson is still wandering outside.
The wanderer is outside, how can he know the heart of the elders.
"Dad, I'm sorry."
Mao Shixuan knew that he had done too many wrong things in his life, and it was difficult to make up for it.
When Mao Buyi heard this, he shook his head with a sigh, "The past is irretrievable, let him pass, that child will return to the Mao family one day, before entrusting the Mao family to him, you have to support the Mao family for me." ” "Dad, don't say that, my son can't make it, the Mao family can't leave you yet" "At my age, how long can I live, remember, before entrusting the Mao family to that child, you are the master of this family, if the Mao family has any mistakes in your hands, labor and management will not be able to see if they die."
"Remember, child."
"Go back, take the path, I'm a little tired, call me when you get home."
As he spoke, the woolen cloth narrowed his eyes.
South Hills.
"The spring breeze has passed, summer is like autumn frost, I don't see autumn, but I feel cool in winter."
"It seems like something is out of the ordinary."
In the pavilions, the woman was dressed in green clothes, leaning on the railing, looking up at the moon in the sky that was half covered by dark clouds, and muttered to herself.
Beside the woman, a black-haired young man leaned against the railing, quietly staring at the night sky, a pair of eyes like endless darkness, as if it could swallow everything, but from time to time a touch of clarity passed, deep and like the vastness of the stars, his expression was calm, and his black hair fluttered in the breeze.
"Winter is coming, troubled times are coming, only the strongest life can survive, before the storm, feel the last peace."
Under the black hair, the young man Gujing had no waves, and his expression was indifferent.
"The sword follows the wind, the wine is free, a wine, a sword, a river and lakes, if the rivers and lakes let me die, I will die, if the rivers and lakes let me live, I will live, rather than a thousand sorrows, it is better to get drunk and rest."
The young man held the wine pot and drank bitterly.
"You live a chic life, but in this world, there are a few people who can look down on life and death as freely as you, and they are not as easy to say as they say."
A young man walked out of the house and came to this pavilion.
"Why do you think about things so complicated, life and death are downplayed, if you don't accept it, you will do it, he will let him mess up, we just need to uphold our will and beliefs and go on" "Boss, give me a sip of wine."
The woman was wrapped in a red dress and smiled indifferently.
"It's still our old man who sees it thoroughly."
Xiao He smiled and threw the wine jug in his hand to Qiao Ying.
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it, live one day at a time, tomorrow I should go to send supplies to the children, go buy some things early tomorrow morning, who will go with me" "I'll go with you, if I can wake up tomorrow morning," Xiao He smiled.
Maoshan, bell tower.
Hua Kaifu, Qin Hai, Zhuge Ming and other elders all gathered together, on the high position, there were three old men and a middle-aged man, the four of them could not detect the slightest breath fluctuation, Hua Kaifu, Qin Hai and other elders, when they saw these four people, they all looked quite respectful.
"Kaifu, what's the situation outside now" An old man has white eyebrows, an old man, and his description is a little withered, but those seemingly godless eyes are as sharp as a blade.
"Great Elder, just now the spies came to report, those old guys from the Beichen Sect have already set off at night and are coming in the direction of Maoshan Mountain, this battle, I'm afraid it is inevitable" Hua Kaifu's expression was very solemn.
At this moment, the faces of the elders of the Maoshan faction were not very good-looking.
"These old guys of the Beichen Sect are all old, they don't feel at ease to retire, and they still think about fighting and killing all day long, and the Beichen Sect will lose in the hands of these guys sooner or later."
The old man sighed.
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"I didn't expect that when the deadline comes, there will be this battle, or good, my Maoshan faction has been low-key for so many years, and it is time for them to know that not everyone can move if they know my Maoshan."
"Kaifu, pass on the news, if you want to leave, let them leave as soon as possible, if you want to stay, then let all of them be ready to fight" The crutch in the Great Elder's hand shook slightly, and then stood up, even if the withered body was like wood, there were still heart-palpitating fluctuations.
A fighting spirit is like a rainbow, spreading from the bell tower to every corner of Maoshan Mountain.
"This breath seems to be the Great Elder, it seems that the Great Elder has successfully exited the customs" Lin Zichong held Fang Tian's halberd in his hand, feeling the huge and terrifying fluctuations, and the worry on his face was a little less.
"The four Dharma protectors are out of the customs, Maoshan will win today, this time, we must clean up the mess of the Beichen Sect" One of them said sharply, his face full of murderous intent.
"Maoshan disciple listen, at this moment the people and horses of the Beichen Sect are rushing towards Maoshan, if you want to leave Maoshan, leave quickly, if you want to fight with Maoshan together, prepare to fight" The hurried sound sounded from all sides, spreading to every corner of Maoshan.
"Jokes, I was born as a disciple of Maoshan, how could I leave Maoshan at a time of crisis for my master" "Yes, one is prosperous, one is lost, and Maoshan is here, we are in" The group of Maoshan disciples is very enthusiastic, and none of them have any intention of leaving.
"Although the strength of labor and management is not good, but I must not be a coward, if I don't exist, labor and management must stay and bleed the gang of miscellaneous people in the Beichen Sect" "We are willing to live and die with Maoshan," a group of inner disciples shouted.
"We are also willing to live and die with Maoshan," a group of outer disciples shouted.
"The miscellaneous pieces of the Beichen Sect, let them come over, labor and management should let them know that his grandfather's kitchen knife is not just as simple as cutting vegetables" At the kitchen door, a fat man held a kitchen knife, his face was full of meat, and when he spoke, the meat on his body was shaking: