sinovels Chapter 29
Chapter 29
The general's residence was very close to Mo Yu's residence. Mo Yu was on the roof, watching the lights in Ye Wentao's room go out, turned over and went back to his own room.
But soon he opened the door and came out again. He just went back to the room to get something, took it and walked out.
As the saying goes, those who rush are afraid of being stunned, those who are dazed are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of dying. Mo Yu, who is crazy and desperate, is in a place like the Valley of the Wicked who rushes, stunned, and runs all over the ground. , obviously standing on the high end.So where Mo Shao was going and what he was going to do, no one dared to care about it except the owner of the valley, Wang Yifeng, and few dared to ask.
Few does not mean nothing, there is an exception to everything.The servants Wang Yifeng found for Mo Yu all gave Mo Yu their surname, and they have followed Mo Yu since entering the valley. They are clever, lovable and capable, and Mo Yu treats them as domestic servants, and their attitude is different from that of ordinary people.
It is said that the owner of the wicked valley Shaogu is a murderer, with a cold face and a heartless ghost, and a few servants pouted, who said that the young master is heartless, you ordinary people don't understand, and you have no luck to bear it.
So different from hiding when they saw Mo Yu, these people dared to get close to Mo Yu.As the owner of Shaogu, Mo Shao came to Rapid Stream Dock, so he would naturally bring his personal servants, and this time he brought two.
At night, the two servants saw their young master coming out late at night, so they wanted to go up and ask if there was anything they could use, but when they saw what Mo Yu was holding, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they disappeared immediately.
Life is precious.
Mo Sha got hungry in the middle of the night, so he went out to find wine.Mo Sha is against Mo Yu, but he is a real male nanny who brings Mo Yu up with one hand, so as long as he doesn't touch Mo Yu's moldy head or Ni Lin, he will naturally not avoid Mo Yu like ordinary people hide from the plague god.
After drinking a big jar of wine, slightly smoked, and seeing the young master wandering outside in the middle of the night without sleeping, Mo Sha felt that he had to go up and take care of him.
Well, the young master seemed to be holding something in his hand, his eyes were a bit blurred and he couldn't see clearly... At a distance of five steps, Mo Sha could see clearly, and Xiu Ran was sober.
Damn it!
Mo Sha was so startled that he lost the wine jar, and ran away, not to mention other kung fu, lightness kung fu is pretty good.
Mo Yu watched Mo Sha run away as if fleeing for his life, a wicked smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.
The young master is in a good mood, and anyone who sees him quickly gets out of the way.
Even the servants and Mo Sha hid like this, let alone ordinary people, who were invisible when they could move, and those who could not move, such as gatekeepers, tremblingly prayed that the young master would not stop here.
The young master's footsteps slowed down, and his heart was so cold; the young master looked forward, a little excited.
When the young master has disappeared from everyone's sight, he can't relax. He must expect the young master to go further.
Since the servant Mo Sha is not afraid of Mo Yu, there is only one explanation, what they are afraid of is what Mo Yu is holding, or in other words, they are afraid of Mo Yu who is holding this object.
What exactly did Mo Yu take?A sword or what powerful weapon?Just kidding, the Valley of the Wicked is full of people who are used to seeing blood and rain, and soldiers who are afraid of weapons are not good soldiers.
In the eyes of ordinary people, what Mo Yun took was not only unphotographable, but also very elegant - the jade flute.
It is still a very delicate white jade flute, with high-quality workmanship, high-quality texture, and priceless. How can such a treasure be scary?It depends on the person, if a good jade flute is in the hands of literati and musicians, it is a poet's instrument, and in the hands of Wang Guzhu and Mo Shaozhu, it is a chest instrument.
Mo Yuren is intelligent, with excellent aptitude, and he has a deep inheritance of Wang Yifeng, whether it is martial arts or temperament.
This is a pain for everyone in Evilman's Valley. Originally, there was only one Valley Master Wang who had nothing to do, and the Valley Master Wang usually only plays music in Gale Feng, so I can't be provoked, so I hide!But there came a Shaogu master, regardless of time, place and occasion, when he first learned the song of the world, whenever he wanted, he took out his flute and played it.
They don't prepare time for people, why do people still need to live!If you run fast, you are lucky, if you run slowly, you will have no energy to run.
That Mo Yu can play the flute like this is one of the great unsolved mysteries of the Valley of the Wicked.
Generally speaking, to be able to produce such a shocking effect, that person must not be an ordinary sound idiot, and must not be able to distinguish the sound of nightingales from the sound of logging, but Mo Yu is a big exception.Not only is he not a sound idiot, he is also proficient in rhythm.
Mo Yu has played the qin, and once a frenzied song on the frontiers of the Western Regions inspired many people. It was wild and uninhibited. name.After one song, one or two are as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, they are very brave.
It can be seen that Mo Yu's artistic attainments are very high.
The impression that Mo Yu gave to everyone was also refreshed. Fengshen is handsome and has a backstage, and he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.How did such a young master play such a disturbing tune!It must be that Lao Wang's education method is wrong!
In fact, Mo Yu didn't want to see Lao Wang's flute before he learned the song of the world of mortals, but Lao Wang said, this is the essence, it must be passed on, and you can't accept it.
Before learning the song, Lao Wang specially threw Mo Yu to noisy places, where there was noise, he threw it away, those who saw wood and scolded the street, and those who ping-pong-pong collectively forged iron. In the words of Lao Wang, in these places, use the condensing snow kung fu to ensure complete meditation , Master no longer has to worry about your studies.
Every time he stayed for several hours, Mo Yu finally managed to meditate unshakably.
Old Wang is very satisfied, you can learn it, remember, you can play it no matter how ugly it is.
Mo Yu blew by himself, Lao Wang frowned, the sound of nature, no way.
Mo Yu shrugged, and told Master honestly that I had tried my best to make it sound bad.
Having said that, I still remember the noisy and chaotic place where you stayed these days, no, use the flute to blow that kind of feeling.
Mo Yu thought about it carefully before blowing.
When Lao Wang heard this, his beard fluttered, and he smiled openly, a child can be taught.
The Hongchen series is the essence of kung fu, with high enough internal strength, Ningxue Kung Fu is ready to comprehend Hongchen's mind, and how to play it no matter how ugly it is.
Mo Yu deserves to be a person who draws inferences from one example to another. In addition to killing the enemy, the song that does not instill internal energy can also clear the field.
If there is nothing to do, just blow it, and there will be no ashes in a three-mile radius.
Habit is a terrible thing, the villains of habit, when they saw Mo Yu picking up the flute, they reflexively ran away.
The Shaogu master holding the flute, like the mad Shaogu master, had to flee when he saw it.
This is what Mo Yu wanted.
He took the flute and walked to a hillside, which was some distance away from the rapids dock, and it was very quiet. Just to be on the safe side, Mo Yu took out his flute and played for a while.
The scene was cleared, and the sleeping birds flapped their wings and flew away in shock.
Even if a person who doesn't understand music theory holds this valuable flute, at most he won't be able to make a tune or tune. The timbre of the flute itself will not be hard to hear. To be able to play it like this, we have to say that the talent is full.
After playing for a while, the chaotic flute sound suddenly disappeared, replaced by clear flute sounds, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, the incoherent sound, but it was like jade beads beating, moist and delicate.
If a wicked person hears it at this moment, he must vomit blood, young master, can you play the flute normally?
The sound of the flute sounded like a signal.After a while, there was a rustling sound nearby.
Mo Yu stopped playing the flute and said without looking back, "Code."
"..." The rustling stopped, and no one answered.
Mo Yu spoke again, "Signal, I'll leave if I'm sorry."
There was another silence, and there seemed to be some restlessness in the silence. In the end, Mo Yu had to admit defeat under Mo Yu's momentum.
"Meow……"
There was a soft cat meow, full of grievance and unwillingness, it was obvious that it was not a real cat.
Mo Yu raised the corners of his mouth and turned around in a good mood, "Maomao."
Mu Xuanying walked out with a black line above her head, "Brother Mo Yu, you know it's me, why are you giving me a secret signal, let's cancel it, or change it?"
"No." Mo Yu was categorical, "This is necessary, if it's not right, don't come out, if it's not right, I'll leave."
Mu Xuanying covered her face silently, imitating meowing and matching codes... Ah, forget it, anyway, no one else is there every time.
Mu Xuanying cheered up and took out a jug of wine, "Brother Mo Yu, drink!"
The two sat under a big tree, with a jug of wine, changing people, one sip after another.
"I worked hard on you a while ago, Xiaotao asked me to thank you on his behalf. You are busy, so I will see you today."
"Brother Mo Yu is also busy these two days," Mu Xuanying wiped her mouth, "Hey, you are welcome, brother Mo Yu's younger brother is my younger brother!"
Mo Yu stated the facts, "Xiaotao is older than you."
"Eh? Older again?" Mu Xuanying quit, "There are older brothers and sisters everywhere, and I thought it was hard to get a younger brother."
Mo Yu sneered and rubbed Mu Xuanying's head, "Maomao has grown up."
"That must be done." Mu Xuanying was proud.
There wasn't much wine, and the two quickly drank it to the bottom.Looking up, the sky is full of stars hanging high, the galaxy is hanging like a river, and silver men are crossing secretly.
"As for Xiaotao's matter, what does Haoqi say?"
"Wen Tao wrote a letter. This matter has nothing to do with Haoqi now. It is a matter of Tiance, and I don't need to bother with my brain." Because of Mo Yu's relationship, Mu Xuanying also called Ye Wentao affectionately.
"Master came to order me to go back to Neigu."
"What a coincidence, I have to go back to the Haoqi League after helping for a few more days, Master passed on the book."
Now, one is the Shaogu Master of the Evil Valley, and the other is the Shaogu Master of the Haoqi League, the heirs of the two major forces in the martial arts. They are no longer the naive youngsters in Daoxiang Village.
I am afraid that the illusion of peace will be torn apart. The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is covering up the turbulent undercurrent.
Mountains and rains are about to come, troubled times are approaching, and World War I is inevitable.
Mu Xuanying frowned, "Brother Mo Yu, um, be careful in everything."
"You too."
In the chaotic world, who can tell clearly in the flames of war.
"Light rain."
"It's brother."
As soon as Mo Yu turned his head, Mu Xuanying immediately came up to him for a quick sneak peek, then stepped back and looked up at the sky at 45 degrees.If the crimson ears were ignored, his expression couldn't be more normal.
Mo Yu touched her lips, raised her eyes and saw Mu Xuanying scratching her head in embarrassment, laughed in a low voice, her cold eyes turned into a stream of ice.
"Mao Mao."
"Ok?"
Mo Yu clasped Mu Xuanying's chin, leaned over, the wind passed through the gap, and finally swallowed in the four touching lips.
The night is silent, the heart is not cold.
The author has something to say: This chapter is a warm-hearted play between the young master and the young master. I originally planned to finish writing a chapter including the warm-hearted play in Tibetan and Tang Dynasties, but it turns out that the number of words is too small and the atmosphere is not enough. I hope you enjoy watching it.Eh, I'm on a continuous update.