Fix your sister's fairy

Walking out of the house, Mo Yi looked around and found that this was the courtyard where the handymen lived, no wonder the decoration of the house was so simple and simple, and the purple clay pot and tea set were only brought by a kind maid.

Tsk, it's really my own sister, and abusing my brother is as simple as eating and drinking tea.

Even though he was full of complaints, Mo Yi had to drag his somewhat numb legs to keep up with Mo Luoxue.

Walking out of the courtyard, Mo Yi officially stepped into Mo Luoxue's mansion, he looked at the luxurious decoration and the artificial lake comparable to the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in the previous life, and took a deep breath, a mansion is larger than a small park in the city in the previous life, Mo Yi couldn't help but feel again that feudalism is cannibalism and exploitation of the hard-earned money of working people in exchange for the beautiful scenery.

Mo Yi walked across the artificial lake, and he glanced at it to get a rough look. There is a well-built stone bridge over the artificial lake, and a dark green bamboo pavilion is built in the center of the stone bridge, and a guqin is placed in the pavilion, and there is a mahogany table in front of the guqin, and a chessboard is placed on the table. A hot cup of tea with white smoke wafting from it rests on the chessboard, and a book sits on one side.

This is probably where Mo Luoxue rests on weekdays, the eldest lady of the Mo family is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it is true that in the eyes of the outside world, the lady of heaven is worthy of her name. Mo Yi walked and suddenly lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the clear lake water, the title of the first bastard should not be cheaper with the lady of the sky...... Should.

Bypassing the artificial lake, Mo Yi, who took a wave of ultraviolet rays, felt refreshed, it was noon, the autumn sun was not too hot on his body, and the temperature was just right, which not only removed the chill for Mo Yi, but also brought warmth and comfort to Mo Yi, and taking a breath of fresh air without PM2.5 was simply in a fairyland.

Mo Yi thought about his dilapidated courtyard again, and couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart, he was also the first eldest son of the Mo family, why is there such a big gap between people?

It's all the three damn bastards who make it difficult for him to sleep, and he doesn't think about it, so Mo Yi subconsciously threw the pot on the three protagonists he had never met.

While Mo Yi was thinking, Mo Luoxue stopped, and they arrived.

In front of it is a not outstanding bungalow, compared to the yard in the magnificence, here seems to be much closer to the people, the unpretentious wood and workmanship, every cent can reflect the unpretentiousness of Miss Mo, it is really proud but not dry, bittersweet memories.

Mo Yi touched the pillar beside him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart, this is the first eldest daughter of the Mo family, who is in a high position but dedicated to the people.

Mo Luoxue pushed open the door and glanced at Mo Yi, who was touching the pillars of the house, and said, "Be careful with your claws, it is a thousand-year-old red pile wood transported from Kunlun Mountain, and it is made by a carpenter who has been selected by the people. "

it!? It's unpretentious. Mo Yi's claws froze.

When you enter the room, the first thing that catches your eye is a long yellow rosewood table against the wall, which is full of various ritual utensils, such as fruit plates, incense burners, candles, etc. There was a brass brazier on the side of the table, which was filled with ashes, and the sharp-eyed Mo Yi found that the ashes were burned clean and perfect, and he didn't know what Mo Luoxue used to burn the fire on weekdays.

What attracts Mo Yi the most is the ink painting hanging on the wall.

Mo Yi saw Mo Luoxue standing in front of the table and stopped, he looked up at the ink painting and held his breath.

The painting is made with a fine brush, the overall painting style is delicate, and the color of the picture is black and white.

The

painting depicts a thrillingly high and precipitous mountain, on the cliff of which a white-robed figure wavers to the sky, and an eagle hovers above his head, and a sense of solitary pride blows over his face.

Borrow from the sky again...... Five hundred years!

Mo Yi's heart sank, this is ...... Immortal fate? Swim against the current, unyielding and tenacious!

His eyes were sharply staring at the ink painting up and down, as if he wanted to copy him into his mind, and the momentum of the sky was constantly carved in his heart, as if something was brewing in his mind, about to burst out of the shell.

The silence and gaze lasted for five minutes, and Mo Yi looked at the ink painting with his expressionless back, revealing in his eyes the reverence and expectation for the immortals, as well as the appreciation and awe for the ink painting.

Mo Luoxue looked at Mo Yi with a frown, her eyes flashing with uncertainty.

'Damn, I can't let this chick find out that I didn't understand anything. Mo Yi was sweating, and he felt that he was about to pretend to be forced to be grassed. In fact, he didn't see anything on this fairy ink painting, and he was confused after admiring the painting for a minute. Now the only thing that supports his old god is the last bit of self-esteem as a "brother".

Mo Luoxue stepped forward expressionlessly, she pushed away the table with one hand and reached out to tear down this picture scroll full of "fairy fate", and then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the brazier, the brazier that still had residual heat burned again, the scorching flame floated in the brazier, and soon, the ink painting turned into a perfect mass of ashes.

Mo Yi watched in a daze as the ink paintings were burned to ashes...... Hell, he finally knew where those beautiful and perfect ashes in the basin came from.

Mo Luoxue turned around and glanced at Mo Yi and snorted in a nasal voice, as if she was despising Mo Yi's taste.

"Grandma, you can despise my taste to your heart's content, but don't find out that I treat this thing as a "fairy fate"...... Mo Yi wanted to cover his face, but he still showed a regretful expression now.

Behind the ink painting was a snow-white wall, Mo Luoxue stood in front of the wall, reached out and knocked on it, and then pushed hard, and a rectangular brick was pushed and sunken.

After two or three seconds, a black crack began to appear in this snow-white wall, and with a low rumbling sound, the wall parted from the center, and a passage with a height and width of about two meters appeared!

"......!!!" Mo Yi was stunned and at a loss.

Is this the legendary secret room? so advanced, so wanted. If Mo Luoxue looked closely, she would find that Mo Yi's eyes were full of little stars. Every man wants a secret room to hide his private money or a little yellow book, or a little lover, Mo Yi is no exception, I didn't expect his sister to really have a secret room!

Following Mo Luoxue into the secret room, Mo Yi found that this passage went straight to the ground, and at his feet was a staircase that could not be seen at a glance, and a grid of stairs led to the dark depths, and the two walls of the stone bricks were filled with torches, illuminating the space brightly.

Mo Yi followed Mo Luoxue down, and the door of the secret room automatically closed with a "bang".

Mo Yi unnaturally hugged his hands, and he and Mo Luoxue always maintained a distance of three or four steps, not far away. Mainly because Mo Yi was afraid that Mo Luoxue would cut him down when he turned around and drew his sword, chopping him into countless pieces, and no one would know about rotting in this secret passage at that time, but he wanted to save the Mo family from fire and water!