Things are different and people are different

When the looming outline of the temple gate in the distance came into view, Mo Yu stopped in his tracks, squinted his eyes and raised his head, looking at the black crows that surrounded the temple gate and screamed.

He frowned slightly, and the beggar's stubborn and sad look appeared in his heart. Suddenly he tightened his footing, and his steps suddenly quickened, and he quickly rushed towards the temple door.

Soon, after a few breaths, Mo Yu stood on the bluestone steps outside the temple, staring blankly at the three bloody wolf heads on the ground at the temple gate.

The blood had drained from the severed head of the wolf, but the fangs were still bared ferociously. The eyes were green and green, and the smell of blood and corpses mixed together was sinister. A large swarm of flies were buzzing above it.

"This... was all done by you?!"

His voice was a little hoarse. Mo Yu took in the scars on Beggar's body under his eyes, struggled to move his throat, and asked the young man at the door with a calm face in a harsh voice.

He didn't rush up to Brother Mo Yu as usual when he saw Mo Yu, nor did he feel any excitement or embarrassment after Brother Mo Yu.

Beggar stood up gently leaning on the threshold, his steps were a little frivolous, his face was pale, he squinted his eyes and smiled at Mo Yu, dancing with the snake in his hand, he handed the dagger to Mo Yu: "Yes, Brother Mo Yu, Beg'er

Did it.”

Not only did it happen, it was simply unbelievable!

He has never had any martial arts skills, nor has he deliberately undergone training. With only a thin body of a young man, he can kill three evil wolves by himself? You must know that even an experienced hunter has more than enough ambition but not enough strength...

As the sun set and the afterglow lingered, Mo Yu stared at the beggar quietly, without asking how he did it, what method he used, and what he went through...

The result was clear. Beggar used his own strength and wisdom to fulfill the conditions he set out beyond his limits. However, at this moment, the latter exuded an aura that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him from the inside out.

A beggar is still a beggar, but he is not a beggar!

With a sigh in his heart, Mo Yu's eyes softened, he put his hand on Beggar's shoulder, and said seriously: "The path I take is destined to be bloody, and my life is at stake. Have you thought about it?"

Beggar raised his head, still smiling with narrowed eyes, as if he was used to this expression, and didn't care about anything, nodding to Mo Yu without hesitation.

"My life belongs to Brother Mo Yu from now on. Whatever you say, the beggar will do whatever you want."

The breeze blew up, carrying a faint stench of wolf's head, and Mo Yu's long hair blew gently, covering his sight, but his heart suddenly hurt because of the beggar's words just now.

Whether I am right or wrong? Once upon a time, that innocent and innocent boy can never come back now ~

He stretched out his hand, pressed down on the beggar's wrist, and pushed You Snake back to the latter's chest. Mo Yu stared at the beggar with bright eyes. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "This dagger and I have an irreconcilable blood feud, and I don't want to show it to others easily."

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"But at this moment, you insist on choosing to follow me. You are my life and death brother, Mo Yu. In the future, you will also have a share in the bloody journey to the dynasty."

When Mo Yu said this, he paused and looked at Qi'er. When the latter's eyes widened and his face became filled with astonishment, he solemnly said the last sentence.

"Your name is Mo Qi! This ghost snake is the son dagger of the mother dagger. I entrust it to you today. In the future, I hope you can snatch the mother dagger yourself!"

After saying that, Mo Yu retracted his hand, hugged You Weeping, and stood aside waiting for Beggar's response.

Beggar's expression was dull, staring blankly at the snake in his hand. Mo Yu's words echoed repeatedly in his mind, causing waves in his heart.

For the first time, Brother Mo Yu confided in him; for the first time, he was entrusted with such solemn trust! The most important thing is that he had a surname and changed his name, which truly affirmed Brother Mo Yu!

"Mo Qi... Mo Qi..." He murmured these two words repeatedly. The light in the beggar's eyes became more and more intense, and the snake in his hand became tighter and tighter.

Finally, Qi'er raised his shaggy face and faced Mo Yu, showing his innocent expression before, and smiled sincerely, "Mo Qi, you will definitely live up to the trust of big brother." He held Youqi's hand and raised his hand firmly.

The beggar is still the same beggar!

Mo Yu looked at the familiar face in front of him, reached out and rubbed the latter's head. He didn't feel dirty at all, and said warmly: "Is the injury serious?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Qi's face warmed up, he resumed his squinting smile, waved his hand, and replied carelessly: "It's okay, I used the medicine box that brother brought earlier, and the scabs have already formed."

"It's fine!" Mo Yu let go of his hand, looked up at the sky, then looked at the way he came, then looked back and said to Mo Qiqing: "It's getting late, I'll rest in the temple tonight, and I'll get up early tomorrow morning

, let’s leave here.”

"Leave..." Mo Qi's narrowed eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, and he quietly glanced at the temple where he had lived for more than ten years. Unconsciously, he remembered his grandfather's warm laughter in the past, and fell into silence for a moment.

Mo Yu didn't bother him, and knowing Mo Qi's mood at the moment, he turned around and walked into the temple gate.

After entering the hospital, I took a look at the dead tree, and then came to the Buddhist hall. I saw some wild fruits and flowers placed where the ashes of the old beggar were buried, and I thought they were brought by Mo Beggar.

He took a few steps forward, faced the place of ashes, clasped his fists and bowed several times, and in a low voice explained clearly the death of Wu Dabao and Huang Gou. This was regarded as avenging the old beggar and settling a matter that had troubled him.

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Unconsciously, it was already dark outside. Mo Yu raised his head, sighed deeply, and told the old beggar everything he wanted to say, including the beggar's future path.

Shaking his head, he walked towards the straw mat in the corner of the room, leaned against the wall with a cry, put on his clothes and lay down, and casually glanced at the door from the corner of his eyes.

Outside, Mo Qi leaned against the window, with tears on his face, and slowly leaned on the stone steps of the platform.

Just now, he heard clearly what Mo Yu was talking to himself. He took out the snake, clenched the handle tightly, buried his head and hugged his knees, and said nothing for a long time...

Yesterday the sky was clear and peaceful, but this morning the dusk is cool! The old beggar left, just like the dead tree in the yard, and in the end he could not take another sip of his beloved rice wine.

The beggar has changed. He is no longer the same as before, no longer as flawless and innocent as the previous temple. After many twists and turns, he buried his only dependence deeply in the deepest part of his heart. He squinted his eyes and slightly hooked his mouth, harmlessly

The surface has become a mask, and you can never go back to what you were yesterday.

With something on his mind, Mo Yu didn't sleep well that night even though he was physically tired. He woke up intermittently four or five times and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Mo Qi. He lowered his head and thought, and of course he understood what kind of mood the other party was in.

Without getting up to disturb him, he lost his sleepiness at five o'clock. Mo Yu bent his arms behind his head, stared at the roof, and planned his future plans in his mind.

You cannot be blind, you must have chapters when doing things, have a plan in advance, and make careful calculations, so that you can gradually achieve your goals.

At this time, I am no longer alone. With a beggar, I should work step by step to find a path in this muddy world.

In the sky, the distinction between good and evil is clear between the north and the south, and their styles of conduct are completely different. If you want to get information, you should go to the south. If you want to find a teacher and worship, you should go to the north.

However, during this year's wandering experience, I was often exposed to some sectarian practices. Whether it is righteous or not, and evil is not evil, there is hidden chaos and turbulent undercurrents.

After much consideration, we finally decided to continue going south. On the way, we should also pay attention to observe whether there is a good teacher, so that we can find a place for them to learn from each other.

Although he came from Wangmen, there were many masters in the family, but due to his age, he only learned basic martial arts, luck, fists and feet, but he had never been exposed to those advanced moves, internal skills and mental techniques. My father felt that he was not there yet.

While studying.

Not to mention the beggar, Bai Ding is a person who has never learned martial arts. He has killed a few wolves by himself these days, but he can play with a dagger a few times...

Unknowingly, the morning sun was shining outside, shining into the temple house through the damaged windows. Mo Yu rubbed his eyes, stood up slowly, picked up Youqiu, and gently opened the door.

Outside, on the steps outside the window, Mo Qijing was resting against a pillar. He didn't know when he would fall asleep. He curled up and hugged You Snake to breathe. The two traces of tears on his cheeks had dried.

Mo Yu stared silently, his eyes full of complexity. Finally, he sighed softly and walked lightly to the courtyard. He grabbed a handful of water from the bucket, washed it briefly, then walked out of the ruined temple with Youqi in his hand.

Before the sky is completely bright, there are early birds in the mountains calling each other happily, chirping, combing their feathers, or tossing and jumping; the weeds are all covered with dew, and Mo Yu's trousers are soaked as he walks by.

No one cared about the barren mountain, and various fruit trees grew wildly. It was easy for Mo Yu to pick seven or eight wild fruits and wrap them in cloth. He also picked some soup-making mushrooms from the roots of some trees and picked up a few mountain vegetables.

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Looking at the sky, it was already bright. Mo Yu packed up his package and returned from the original route.

When they returned to the ruined temple, Mo Qi had already woken up and was making a fire in the courtyard and boiling a pot of hot water. He must have woken up and knew what Mo Yu was doing.

Mo Yu walked over, placed the package on the ground and opened it, revealing the fresh fruits and vegetables inside. He patted Mo Qi on the shoulder: "After this meal, we will set off south."

Mo Qiu called Big Brother, with his characteristic squinting eyes and mouth, saying that it was all up to Big Brother, and he would follow wherever Big Brother went.

After saying that, he picked up the fruits and vegetables and washed them carefully with a bucket of water. He looked calm, as if he had devoted his whole body to what he was doing.

Mo Yu stared at Mo Qi in despair, and tugged at what he wanted to say, but didn't know what to say. He hesitated for a long time, but finally didn't say anything.

He leaned Youqi aside, pulled a wooden pillar over and sat down, chatting and stirring the fire.

After a while, Mo Qiu washed the fruits and vegetables, came over and threw the mushrooms and wild vegetables into the water. After swiping twice with chopsticks, he picked up a wild fruit and handed it to Mo Yu: "Brother, eat the fruit, it's very sweet."

Mo Yu nodded, gently took the wild fruit, and took a bite. It was indeed very sweet. The skin was thin and watery, and the fruit was clear and filling the brain.

Seeing Mo Yu speak, Mo Qi also picked up a wild fruit, sat next to it, and chewed it silently.

Since then, Mo Yu has become less talkative and has few daily interactions. Mo Qi has changed this time and is not as lively as before. He just narrows his eyes and smiles, and follows silently beside him.

Soon, the pot began to gurgling, breaking the silence between the two of them. Mo Qi threw the core away casually, picked up a wooden spoon to uncover the pot, scooped a little hot soup out of the bowl, tasted it briefly, and turned to Mo Yu.

: "Okay, brother." After saying that, he filled two bowls and placed them on the wooden pier.

Mushrooms were wrapped in clear soup, and wild vegetables were added to the flavor. It was both filling and warm to the stomach. They both drank several bowls until the bottom of the pot was clear.

This was the last meal in the ruined temple. In the future, no one knew whether there would be a chance to come back. Mo Yu ate slowly and Mo Qiu ate silently.

After half an hour, the two of them finished eating. Mo Yu stood up, looked around, turned to Mo Qi and said, "Let's see if there is anything else to bring. I'll sort it out. I'll wait for you outside first."
Chapter completed!