Stunning weapon

On February 13th, the [-]th year of Dayan Qianhua, the last trace of snow in Luocheng melted, and the plum trees in Meifu became more beautiful. The girl who entangled Mo Xiaochuan for more than a month seemed to have finally lost interest, and today she just sent her away to the end of the sky. With just a hint of sunset, I climbed onto the big bed on the second floor of the Paradise and fell asleep.

Without a girl, Mo Xiaochuan, who was lying quietly on the first floor, was a little sluggish. Everyone in the Mei family kept flashing in his mind, especially the unsmiling Wang Butler. Those medium-sized eyes were very ordinary, but they always made me feel so uneasy. Mo Xiaochuan felt as if he could see through his own heart. In front of him, he seemed to have nothing to hide, and the coldness that came from the bottom of his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

But what impressed him the most was Mei Shichang, who was smiling even in his majesty.I have seen that fat figure several times during this period. Every time, Mei Shichang treated him as his son, but Mo Xiaochuan never called him father, even kneeling down. Shichang didn't mind either, it was still the same.This faintly made Mo Xiaochuan feel that Mei Shichang had seen through his identity, but it was just a feeling, not sure.Because in Mo Xiaochuan's view, if his identity was discovered, his head should have been separated from his neck, and he could still lie here safely.

Sometimes, he even thought that if Mei Shichang was really his father, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Having lost his parents since he was a child, he more or less got some paternal love from Mei Shichang The warmth made him feel a little nostalgic in a trance, but it is a pity that these belong to others after all, and he is just a passerby who got involved here unintentionally, and it is serious to leave earlier.

The night was very solemn, sleepiness welled up in his thoughts, and just as he was about to fall asleep, the knock on the door and the voice of the third son came to his ears at the same time: "Master, have you fallen asleep yet?"

Mo Xiaochuan, who had already gotten acquainted with this quick-thinking and wretched little servant, immediately called him in when he heard his voice.I thought this kid had come up with some clever trick to make me find a reason to leave Mei's house, and I was still a little excited, but I didn't want the news brought by this guy to make Mo Xiaochuan stunned.

The annual martial arts meeting?Faced with this new term, Mo Xiaochuan was at a loss. After careful inquiry, he found out that the Mei family, which enjoys a high position in the military as the Great Yan Kingdom, is not only a big family in Los Angeles, but also trains a group of usable talents for the court every year.The Martial Arts Meeting in May every year is for this purpose, but why this year Yan Dong will be held not long after his departure, this young man has no way of knowing, but he just came to inform the young master, Steward Wang specially called him to attend, and that The Martial Arts Club will be held on the first day of March ten days later.

Seeing the sad look on the eldest young master's face, the youngest son gave another burst of consolation. It was still a cliché, in a word, it meant that this kind of assessment and competition was aimed at other people, so it was good for the young master to go and put on a show, no one dared to be serious. shot him.

After the third son left, Mo Xiaochuan didn't feel sleepy at all. Thinking about the headache of the Martial Arts Club, he felt uneasy and wanted to quit, but it was a pity that leaving was so easy.Several times, he walked out of the gate of the Mei Mansion, and met Steward Wang by coincidence. Since Steward Wang called him to participate this time, he might not be able to escape.He could only hope that the real young master Mei would not come back during this period, so that he could leave safely.

Although it is spring in Luocheng in the north, the weather is especially cold. The bright moon with a missing piece hangs high in the sky, and the light is as cold as frost. Before he knew it, it was midnight, but Mo Xiaochuan still couldn't fall asleep, looking at the sky. The bright moon was gradually covered by dark clouds, Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head, trying to force himself to fall asleep.Suddenly, a figure jumped down from the second floor, looked left and right for a moment, and jumped out of the wall.

Mo Xiaochuan was taken aback, thinking of the girl sleeping on the second floor, jumped out of bed in a hurry, and ran upstairs quickly.However, the big bed was empty, and the shadow of the girl was still there.Putting his hand into the quilt, there was still warmth, Mo Xiaochuan was in shock, paused for a while, and then stepped forward to chase it out.

The black shadow was familiar with the road, but he walked very cautiously, and his speed was not fast, so Mo Xiaochuan followed closely behind him not long after.

In front of the Mei Family Ancestral Hall, the black shadow stopped, and Mo Xiaochuan hid in the corner and watched quietly. The black shadow seemed to have no purpose here, but just paused for a while, and then left. Just when Mo Xiaochuan was puzzled, he suddenly saw the leaving black shadow Turning his right fist and turning back, he swiped lightly with a short knife, the door latch was disengaged, he entered the ancestral hall with his body covered, and closed the door tightly again.

Mo Xiaochuan was puzzled, thought for a while, and followed, with his ears on the door, but there was no movement inside, so he followed suit and entered the ancestral hall.

It was the first time for Mo Xiaochuan to enter the Mei Family Ancestral Hall. At this moment, the dark clouds receded and the moonlight was bright, and he could vaguely see the situation inside the ancestral hall. At first glance, he felt that it was ghostly and deserted, although it was very clean. But it was late at night at the place where the tablets of the dead were enshrined, so it made people feel nervous.Especially the portrait in the center always made him feel as if he was staring at himself.

Just when Mo Xiaochuan was a little uncertain whether he should retreat or follow in, a slight panting sound came from the back hall, which caught his attention.

Mo Xiaochuan frowned slightly, and followed closely. The furnishings in the back hall were somewhat beyond his expectations, and the space was much larger than the front. The most eye-catching thing was a sword stuck in a beautifully carved stone in the center. And the face of that black shadow can also be clearly seen now, it is Situ Yu'er who is not in the room.

I saw Situ Yu'er grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands and trying to pull it out forcefully, but the sword did not move at all. Instead, she was panting and sweating from exhaustion. The sound just now was also caused by excessive force.

"Miss Situ, why did you come here late at night?" Mo Xiaochuan suddenly said, the girl was taken aback, and subconsciously let go of the hilt of her sword with both hands, her face was extremely ugly, and when she saw clearly that it was him, she calmed down a lot, and said coquettishly, "Bai I wanted to take a look, but you didn't bring me in, so I had no choice but to come by myself, why are you so petty, thanks to people saying that you spend money like dirt..."

"Come here and have a look, do you still need to change into a night clothes?" Mo Xiaochuan smiled lightly, but there was a little bit of a different meaning in the smile.

The girl's complexion changed slightly, and she was about to explain, when she suddenly saw Mo Xiaochuan walking forward, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and pulling gently, "Cang Lang..." There was a crisp sound, and the sword came out in response, and the cold light burst out under the moonlight , the blade is shining, the inscription on the blade is clearly visible, and it is a precious sword.Looking around, Mo Xiaochuan was deeply attracted by the sword for some reason, and was a little lost in thought for a while.

The young girl's complexion changed drastically. She knew how tight the sword was after pulling it out just now. She even suspected that the sword could not be shaken by human power. Seeing the young man's understatement, how could she not be surprised, but on second thought, Thinking about it, I felt that there must be a mechanism on it. It is not surprising that the young master of the Mei family knows that the mechanism can be easily pulled out.

Seeing the young man holding the long sword in a daze, the girl wondered if she should take the opportunity to grab the sword, but thinking of the young man's extraordinary arm strength, she was a little hesitant. At this moment, there was a commotion outside the ancestral hall.

Hearing the noise outside, Mo Xiaochuan came back to his senses suddenly, and saw that the girl was dressed in black, but there was a trace of red cloth on her neck, so she knew that the red dress she usually wore was covered inside.The girl was also a little scared at the moment, looking at Mo Xiaochuan earnestly.Mo Xiaochuan frowned, and said softly, "Take off your clothes quickly, or you'll be covered in mouths, and you won't be able to speak clearly."

The girl is also a smart person, upon hearing this, she knew that Young Master Mei in front of her wanted to help her, and she didn't stick to it. She saw her little hands moving, and her black night clothes faded away in the blink of an eye.

The black clothes left the body, and the sound of footsteps in the front hall was approaching.

Mo Xiaochuan was ready to meet that expressionless white face, but what appeared in front of him was a fat face. The only difference was that the usual smile was gone, replaced by a serious expression and a pair of eyes. Looking at the two of them, they were exquisite, and there was still the kindness of the past.

The girl knew that even if there was any conflict between the old man and his son, they would deal with it in the room, and that if she was not careful, her life would be in danger, so before the other party could speak, she was on the verge of crying: "Mei Shichang, your son bullied me. During the day He didn't let me in, so I ran here by myself because I was curious, but I didn't expect him to be so cunning, and followed me secretly, I only touched the sword, and he scolded me, I have never suffered such a thing at home Wait."

Anti-client is the main strategy, and it is used appropriately at this time. It not only explains the reason for coming, but also implies weakness. The girl's move is not unreasonable.However, Mei Shichang didn't respond to her expression and words. Instead, he looked at Mo Xiaochuan who was holding the sword hilt with surprise on his face. How can a child be so nonsense, Chuan'er, that sword belongs to your ancestors, who told you to pull it out to play with, and still don't put it back." While speaking, the serious expression remained the same, but the eyebrows and eyes were a little more than usual. come kindly.

Both the girl and Mo Xiaochuan were a little puzzled. They glanced at the sword in their hands. Mo Xiaochuan carefully inserted it back into its original place and stood quietly aside.

"Still going back to the room?" Mei Shichang's face darkened.

The two looked at each other in astonishment, both of them were a little confused about the situation, and the solution to this matter was too simple, which made people unbelievable.However, the girl felt amnesty in her heart. Seeing that Mo Xiaochuan was still in a daze, she took his hand and rushed out.

The guards outside the house had already surrounded the entire ancestral hall, and Steward Wang even stood guard at the door, watching the two come out with cold eyes fixed on them.

"Move!" The two dared not look at each other, Mo Xiaochuan grabbed the girl's hand, quickened his pace, turned and disappeared into the moonlight.

In the ancestral hall, Mei Shichang gently picked up the night gown that had been kicked under the confession case, unfolded it to check the size, handed it to the entourage behind him, and said, "Burn it."

The follower agreed and withdrew.

"Sir, do you just let them go like this?"

"My dear brother, you don't know something." Mei Shichang sighed softly, and said, "I have had two benefactors in my life, one is you, my virtuous brother, and the other is that Daoist Qingxuan. Twenty years ago, I was still a benefactor. When I was traveling to various countries as merchants, I settled down here in Luo City thanks to the guidance of Daoist Qingxuan. He once said that I have two noble people in my life, one friend in middle age and one son in old age."

Butler Wang frowned and remained silent.

Mei Shichang continued: "This friend, needless to say, is you, brother. And this son, ever since you brought Chuan'er back, I thought it was him. Now it seems that there is someone else. "

"Why do you see that?" Butler Wang's tone remained unchanged, as always, but his brows were frowned a little more.

"This sword is the proof." Mei Shichang caressed the hilt with his hand, and said: "I just got this sword back then, it stood on this white stone just like it is now, and Daoist Qingxuan came the next day and said The sword can help me identify him, and for so many years, no one has been able to pull him out until today. Brother Xian also tried it, you should understand."

"This matter is a bit strange." Steward Wang also met Daoist Qingxuan, and he didn't have any doubts about Mei Shichang's words, but his brows did not relax, and his tone became a little heavy, saying: "But After all, he is not the young master, the body of the young master has been found, his death should be directly related to this young man and the Situ family. We still haven't figured out his origin..."

Before Steward Wang finished speaking, Mei Shichang clenched his fists tightly, then shook his head and sighed: "Wait for me to think about it. Don't let other people know about Chuan'er. Choose a good place first." Bury him. Alas..."

After the words fell, Mei Shichang walked out of the ancestral hall slowly. The bright moon in the sky with a corner missing was still deserted. Under the moonlight, a look of pain flashed across Mei Shichang's fat face. His son who had been raised for more than ten years left just like that. It still makes him feel bad, even though this son is notorious, doing things that ruin the Mei family's style...

Sometimes the choice is easy, and sometimes it's too hard.