Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 6
Ming Wuqian didn't mean to blame, but just asked: "Where is the young master?"

"Master Hui, in the snow hall." Ming Ye and Ming Qing replied.

"Back off." After finishing speaking, Ming Wuqian walked towards Xueshang Palace.

Mo Yang followed, but along the way, he attracted the attention of some villains, and the silver mask made him look even more mysterious.

Snow on the temple.A sprig of wormwood on the snow.

There is a grove of plum blossoms in the front hall, which has just withered, leaving only a piece of broken branches and leaves, but it is somewhat rotten and poignant.

A man came out from the hall, dressed in a crescent white brocade robe, his figure was slightly thin and sickly, like a gust of breeze, the corners of his clothes fluttered lightly.

"Father, you're back." The man walked hurriedly with a worried look on his face.

"En." Ming Wuqian replied, his tone was not as strong as in front of his subordinates, but calm but reassuring.

The man was about to ask something, but when he saw a stranger, he couldn't help but glance twice.

Mo Yang was dressed in a black robe, his hair was tied with a jade crown, and the hair was loose behind him, and he was wearing a silver mask.

Xiang Ting said that in order to avoid mad bees and butterflies, let her wear men's clothes, the most ugly black and a mask.

"Xiao Yang, this is my son, Ming Chuhan." Ming Wuqian introduced with great satisfaction.

Xiaoyang?The corner of Mo Yang's lips twitched: "Just call me Mo Yang."

Ming Chuhan was surprised for a moment, and then looked at Mo Yang a few more times, what a strange boy.

"Chu'er, this is my old friend's apprentice. He passed away his master a month ago and came to join me. You will take good care of him in the future." Ming Wuqian was a little sad.

Mo Yang didn't speak, and a cold breath exuded from his body.

"Yes, father." Ming Chuhan nodded and replied, while giving Mo Yang a concerned look.

"That's good. Xiao Yang, what are you doing wearing the mask?" Ming Wuqian reached out to pick off Mo Yang's mask.

Mo Yang's figure turned away, avoiding Ming Wuqian's sneak attack, and then took off the mask by himself.

Ming Wuqian withdrew his hand, a little bit annoyed, but also a little bit appreciative, Mo Yang's martial arts were higher than he imagined.

Ming Chuhan was also a little shocked, the young man's movements were too weird.I have never seen my father have any old friends, but this young man is not to be underestimated, his appearance is even more unexpected, too deserted, but there is no trace of sadness, his expression is indifferent, it does not look like his master passed away not long ago.

"Xiaoyang, Chu'er, why don't you sworn brothers as brothers." Ming Wuqian thought about it, and felt that this idea was brilliant, the disciple of the devil should have a foothold in Qianshang Sect.Chu'er is resourceful and resourceful, but weak and sick, unable to practice advanced martial arts, and Mo Yang just complements each other.

It doesn't matter to Ming Chuhan, as long as his father is happy, it doesn't matter if he calls Mo Yang his younger brother, and he also really wants to have a sibling who can inherit the Qianshang religion for him.

(End of this chapter)