By the small river outside the village, the river water flows quietly, passing through the abundant land and windingly flowing into the distance. By the river, a beautiful girl in blue dress sat leisurely by the river, with a delicate bamboo basket next to her.

"Swoosh!" A strong wind shot towards him, and the girl sitting on the ground did not move at all, as if she hadn't heard it at all. However, when the wind was about to hit him, she slightly avoided her. At the same time, when she turned around, a few silver light flashed.

"Ouch!" An old man in a civilian with white hair walked out of the woods behind him. He had a bright silver needle stuck on his shoulders, wrists, and acupoints everywhere. The girl was not hurt, so she did not really pierce the acupoint, but the pain was inevitable.

"You unworthy disciple!" the old man shouted angrily: "Is there anyone who treats the master like this? It's neither big nor small!"

The girl turned her head and smiled like the spring breeze blowing on her face. The words she said were enough to make people angry. "Master, I told you a long time ago, give up, you don't have the talent to practice martial arts at all."

The old man was choked. Receiving a stupid disciple would anger you to death, but receiving an too smart disciple would also anger you to death. Especially the one in front of him who can pass the master eight streets after three years of learning martial arts! The old man had to comfort himself that he specialized in medical skills, not martial arts. He is a miracle doctor, not a martial arts master.

"Disciple..." His eyes rolled, and the old man who was already angry raised a little flattering smile.

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, "Master, what do you want to do?"

"That..." The old man looked at his disciple with a little twisted touch and smiled apologized: "This... is the disciple going to the city? How about helping the master bring a roast duck back from the top scholar building in the city?"

"Roasted duck?" The girl blinked and stretched out her hands that were not very detailed but still beautiful, "Give it money."

"Money..." The old man's face suddenly collapsed, and he pointed his finger at the girl and shook his eyes, "You unfilial disciple, it's okay to just take the needle slag master, but you still want to ask me for money for a roast duck?"

The girl snorted and said, "It's only a dozen miles away from the city. The master has drunk all the money. Maybe he owes money to drink and dare not enter the city, right?"

The old man's face suddenly became more ashamed, and he looked at his little disciple in a vain, "Mo'er, good disciple. You can do it and save the master... Isn't it okay if the master is wrong?" The old man had nothing to ask for in his life, but he only had a good taste in a cup, "Who told you to brew wine and not give it to the master?"

The girl sighed and couldn't help but touch her forehead and said, "You have drunk all the peach blossom wine this year, and the remaining two jars are left for Uncle Master. If Uncle Master comes back and finds it is gone, Master, how do you explain to Uncle Master?!" At the end of his speech, he really gritted his teeth.

The old man looked dull and said that there were few people in their sect. He was the oldest, but his status was the lowest. There was a junior brother above him, and there was a disciple below him. His life was... hard.

He looked up at the disciple with an angry face, and the old man was moved and said, "Speaking of it, good disciple, the master heard a news in the city yesterday. It's something to do with you."

"What news?" the girl raised her eyebrows.

The old man looked at his disciple proudly, with big words "Please beg me, beg me" written in his eyes.

"Master!" The girl gritted her teeth and stared at him silently.

"Okay, okay. I heard that Your Majesty has given marriage to the Prince of Jingjiang County." The old man said with a smile.

The girl stared at him expressionlessly, "What does this have to do with me?"

"So...of course it's because it is said that the partner who gave the marriage is Nangong Qing. Is it related?" The old man looked at the girl and said with a smile.

"Nangong Qing..." The girl's face changed slightly, and she stared at the old man in front of her. However, the old man felt his scalp numb, and he quickly turned around and ran away. The speed was so fast that he didn't look like an old man over 60 years old. While running, he turned around and smiled: "Good Mo'er, you have lived in this place for many years. You won't forget that you have a father named Nangong Huai, right?"

Looking at the master's back as he ran away, a trace of sharpness flashed in the girl's eyes, but soon disappeared without a trace. She looked at the bamboo basket placed in front of her and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "No, if the master hadn't mentioned it, I would have really forgotten it. But... I'm not Nangong Qing, I'm... Nangong Mo."

As early as when the master and his uncle met her that year, the real Nangong Qing... had already left this world. She was Nangong Mo, just a ghost from another world. The master and his master saved her. Last year and at the time of the hairpin, the uncle gave her the name "Flawless".

She is Nangong Mo, and her name is Wuxia.

I originally thought that the Nangong family would not remember this legitimate daughter again, and she would not have any contact with the Nangong family again. It would be fine if they didn't look for her, but if they still came, don't blame her subordinates for being ruthless. A sharp murderous aura flashed in Lingling's pretty eyes. The girl, Nangong Mo thought coldly. Even if she called Wuxia, she could not be really a simple and innocent ignorant girl. Nangong Qing was dead, but... she still remembered everything about Nangong Qing.

Well, it's time to go back.

The Nangong family's former residence in Xifeng Village is quite large. Although the former residence was completed, Nangong Huai, the Duke of Chu, and his family, had not lived here for a day. He had not even come back to worship his ancestors in recent years. However, these quite simple villagers still cleaned up the house for the Nangong family.

Nangong Mo did not live in this house, but a house not far from the house. It was unnecessary for her to live in such a large house by herself, and she was even lazy to be the boring lady and make some people come back to serve her. What's more, her cheap father had probably forgotten that she had such a daughter over the years, and she had never sent her back any money. The manager who came to collect rent every year even thought that she, the eldest lady of the Nangong family, did not exist. Gradually, people in the village began to spread rumors that she, the eldest lady of the Nangong family, had been expelled from the house by Nangong Huai. If she had not learned medical skills from her master and saved the village chief's only son, I was afraid that Xifeng Village would not have been able to tolerate her anymore.

People in this era are not as free as modern people imagine. Even if there is no online wanting or no ID card. But no matter where you go, you need official guidance a hundred miles away from your village. What's more, your master and uncle live in seclusion on the mountain not far from Xifeng Village, and Nangong Mo is not willing to be too far away from his only two relatives in this world.

He returned to the village with a basket of freshly picked herbs. The lady Liu, who was coming towards him, came forward and said happily: "Miss Mo is back, are you going to collect herbs again?"
Chapter completed!