Yu Jun

While Chang Long kept what Wu Jin said in mind, he secretly observed Mo Lingfeng's words and expressions. Seeing Mo Lingfeng's cold attitude, he felt even more worried for himself.

He thought that since he had rolled a few firecrackers and recognized a few big characters, he could follow suit, so he volunteered to study here with a hundred disabled soldiers, but only a big firecracker came out.

He couldn't help but take another look at Mo Lingfeng. Under Mo Lingfeng's sharp gaze, he knelt down a little more and sighed quietly in his heart.

Seeing him like this, Wu Jin got up and walked to him: "Brother Chang, you are the number one scholar in martial arts. You are both talented and smart. I believe that as long as you find the trick, you can know everything."

After that, he slapped Chang Long on the shoulder hard: "How could we lose to Jin Lu?"

Chang Long did not dare to call himself the eldest brother, and he also knew that Wu Jin was a provocateur, but he took advantage of it and refused to admit defeat. His eyes were on fire, and he wished he could immediately create thunder to make Jin Lu never dare to attack.

Pursing his lips hard, he stood up straight, raised his head, and said with a voice that shook the roof: "Within three months, the general will definitely offer you iron caltrops, otherwise you will come to see me with your head raised."

Mo Lingfeng leaned back, crossed his fingers on his abdomen, stretched his legs, crossed his ankles, and exhaled a ball of hot air. Feeling that the military order was boring, he stood up and said, "You guys are discussing gunpowder here, I'll go to Hulu River to see it." look."

She grabbed the riding whip, took the horse whip from Wu Jin and put it on, strode out of Hengshan Fort, took the accompanying soldiers with her, held on to her sword, walked away, and quietly descended Hengshan.

There are few stars hanging high in the sky, illuminating the snow in the mountains, covering the rocks and dead trees, making it impossible to identify the road. I can only walk through the forest, and my shoes make an unmistakable "crunch" sound when stepping on the snow.

The cold wind was blowing to the bone, and honeysuckle could occasionally be seen popping up in the snowdrifts. There were also camellias with long branches falling to the ground, causing the big red flowers to be frozen by the ice and snow, and they were still lingering.

Don't let the wind trample the flower branches, break the time stagnant here, and continue walking down.

Outside Hengshan, everything was silent, but in the long-abandoned Zhangjia Fort, there was light swaying.

There is also the sound of music, chirping.

"This section of the story of a poor family rising up to the top is called "The Breeze Blows Over the Purple Cloud Pavilion". It is just a stroke of blue and ink crossing the mountains."

Mo Lingfeng's heart trembled suddenly.

She didn't open her mouth, but there was a voice in her heart: "Brother."

Zhao Shiheng died here and his soul remained here, so maybe her brother is here too!

Her steps became faster, her clothes flew, and the wind whistled past her ears. She became faster and faster, and finally ran wildly, heading straight to Zhangjia Fort, climbing three stone steps at a time, and looking into the fort.

Whether it was a human or a ghost, she wanted to take another look.

There is a bonfire in the open space inside the castle, with a leg of lamb set up, and sheepskins spread around the fire. There is a golden woman with two braids hanging on the back of her head, large gold rings hanging on her ears, with forehead hair covering her forehead, and her body covered with fur. The clothes are dancing with arms spread out, humming a ditty they learned from somewhere.

Mo Lingfeng stood on the last stone step, looking at everything in front of him. All his enthusiasm fell coldly, his heart was empty and indifferent, and his whole person became quiet and took the last step.

When the woman saw her, she stopped and was stunned for a moment. She reached for the knife and shouted "Zel".

In an empty room behind her, Zell emerged from an empty room with disheveled hair, a shoulder injury, and an animal skin wrapped around him - he was dark and thin, but his eyes were bright, and he stared at Mo Lingfeng ferociously like a beast. In just a moment, it turned into joy.

He grinned, his heart turbulent, and he was so cautious that he didn't know what to do: "Mo——"

However, the next moment, the smile disappeared: "Don't-"

Mo Lingfeng opened the bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at the horizon. Just as the woman looked up at the sky in the direction of the arrow cluster, she pressed down the bow without warning, loosened the string, and shot the arrow straight towards the woman. With a sound of "咻", the woman took two steps back with the force of the arrow, until she stepped on the edge of the fire. Then, with eyes wide open, she turned her back to the sky and hit the fire.

The pyre that was set up collapsed with a roar, throwing up countless sparks. The fire ignited the woman's braided hair and clothes, and burned out a Shura field.

The joy of meeting again after a long separation came to an abrupt end. Zell was too horrified to make any move. When he came to his senses and rushed forward to try to save others, it was already too late.

He looked at the killer in front of him in disbelief.

This person is Mo Lingfeng, but he is not like Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng will not waste his energy and personally deal with the lone Jinlu - this Mo Lingfeng may seem powerful, but in fact he will fall apart at any time.

what happened?

She must have lost the most important thing.

He did not dare to think too much and walked towards Mo Lingfeng. He stopped five steps away from her and looked at the face clearly engraved in his mind: "God will not kill people."

Mo Lingfeng slowly raised his half-closed eyelids as a reply to his nonsense. He handed the bow to the bodyguard beside him and turned around to leave.

She wanted to rush back to Hengshan Fort and to Wu Jin - she needed Wu Jin, otherwise the emptiness and desolation in her heart would quickly turn into a bottomless pit, and she would fall into a hell of nothingness.

Wu Jin!

Walking quickly, she ran again. When she went up Hengshan Mountain, she even used her hands and feet together. Halfway through, panting, she suddenly stopped.

Looking up, in the faint skylight, she saw Wu Jin holding a wooden stick in his right hand and holding on to a dead branch with his left hand, walking down step by step. Chang Long led ten people to follow him, walking cautiously.

"Wu Jin." She shouted, and the fear that was weighing on her heart subsided, letting emotions appear on her face.

She strode upwards, walked to Wu Jin, and took Wu Jin's left hand.

Wu Jin's body was hot and he looked like he was sweating. After a moment of pause, he answered her: "It's time to go home."

Mo Lingfeng helped him go up: "Okay, Cheng San is waiting for me to have dinner tomorrow."

The next day on New Year's Eve, Cheng Taishan went to Mo Mansion to pick up Mo Lingfeng for the New Year.

Cheng Taishan saw that her face had lost sharp edges in just a short period of time. He felt sad, but he didn't show it on his face. When he got off his horse at the door of the house, he said: "Your sister-in-law started shopping early this morning. I don't know if she has stopped now."

There were several "pops" of firecrackers coming from inside the door. Mo Lingfeng's fingers immediately moved and then released. Cheng Taishan saw this and sighed silently. He didn't dare to think about how she lived in the fortress - all the vegetation and trees were soldiers. Not a moment of peace, like just now.

"Jin Lu hasn't stopped yet?"

Mo Lefeng replied briefly: "It's peaceful now."

The two of them walked inside and entered the door of Cheng's house. When Cheng Taishan's grandsons saw Cheng Taishan, they immediately changed from eagles to chickens. They folded their wings and stood amidst the firecrackers on the ground and bowed their hands and saluted: "I have seen General Mo." ,grandfather."

Cheng Taishan kicked the mouse away from his feet: "From now on, at home, you don't need to call General Mo, call me great-aunt."

The children said "Ah" and looked at each other in confusion. They looked at Mo Lingfeng, who had a calm face, and then looked at Cheng Taishan's slap. They could only respond with a low voice. When Cheng Taishan waved his hand, they couldn't wait to disperse. (End of chapter)