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Mo Yun gently closed his eyes.

A man's voice rang in his ears.

"Yun'er, you know that the stars in the sky are all spiritual. They can laugh, cry, and feel sad, but no matter how troubled they are, they will come out to light up the night every night. Do you know why?"

Mo Yun opened his eyes wide when he was a child, and his pupils reflected the galaxy.

"Because a star in the sky is a person on the earth, the stars know that people are afraid of the dark, so they work hard to shine, and people on the earth will not be afraid when they see it."

"Wow! Really, father, which star are you?"

Memories are surging, slapping the bank of reason.

Mo Yun closed his eyes, tears flowing.

father.

Which star are you?

Are you there, how are you doing?

a long time.

A soft exclamation sounded, "Ah! This son, are you okay?"

Mo Yun's tears stopped instantly.

The handsome face instantly flushed, like a ripe tomato.

The swordsman closed his eyes, sternly, and said stiffly: "It's very good here, but I was blinded by the wind and sand just now, so let's get a cure. Goodbye this girl!"

After speaking, he turned straight, took a broad step, hurriedly left, and almost tripped on the ground.

"My son, are you really okay?"

"It's really okay, thanks for your concern!"

Carrying light work, this time is really fleeing.

Before returning to Junxian's residence, Mo Yun had already wiped away his tears, and used his internal strength to eliminate the redness and swelling, and went back to the bedroom to meditate pretending to be nonchalant.

There was a cold whisper in the dark room without lights.

"As a swordsman, how can you show a weak side? This is absolutely impossible... Wait, that flute!"

On this side, Ning Baiyi picked up the jade flute and murmured, "What a weird person."

Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

The second day of December.

Mo Yun got up to have breakfast. As soon as he walked into the dining room, he heard a clear female voice calling outside the door: "Is anyone here? The servant girl will return the flute!"

Lu Zhengkang picked up the porridge bowl and glanced at him, "Go, what's the surprise?"

The maids standing on both sides of the dining hall peeked at the young swordsman.

Mo Yun's face was very puzzled, "What is it? You mean the person outside? I don't know her."

"You can pull it down, of course you don't know her, but her lady made you cry yesterday!"

The eyes of the maids became meaningful.

"I am not! I am not! Don't talk nonsense!"

Mo Yun flushed red and rushed out the door.

Outside Junxian's house, a girl in a green shirt was standing. Seeing Mo Yun in a white robe shined in front of her eyes, she waved at him, "The son, the lady asked me to return the flute."

Mo Yun looked hesitant to speak, he had a lot of things to ask, but until he retrieved the flute and the girl said goodbye to leave, he didn't say a word. Not only did he fail to answer the question, but he was very rude.

For a moment, for a moment, for a moment when the timing is very chaotic, perhaps it is the girl’s lips and her mouth are full of crimson through the eyelids, or it is the glare of the hairpin on the back of her temple, or the flute is in the air. Moving, the whisper of the air flowing through the flute holes...

At this point, for no reason, Mo Yun felt that he had completely failed. He was a waste that was left behind by social life.

He stood outside the door blankly, thinking of the afternoon forest.

Three simple-faced peasants followed him, and they mourned.

"Uncle, it's coming soon, it's the stockade in front, that's the band of thieves!"

"Uncle must be the master for us!"

"The thieves are robbing money and food, as well as the women in the village. If we don't chase them back, there will be a famine in the village on New Year's Day!"

"Pity my little girl—"

How can farmers lie?They are kind and simple. Their vision is as short as their own one-third acre of land. They will work hard for the grain. As long as there is a possibility of recovering the grain, these three farmers will not deceive.

Mo Yun thinks the same way. Seeing their ravine faces, dark, aging, inexhaustible mud smell, sour and sweaty clothes, their eyes are dumbfounded, their expressions seem to be fixed by life and the earth. And the dull appearance.

They will not lie.

But the three sharp knives stabbed into the midfielder at the most critical moment.

Severe tingling and burning sensation, poisoned knife.

The poison burns his heart, Mo Yun feels the sky spinning in front of him, and the residual sword in his hand is dancing, but he can't feel he is swinging the sword, as if the sword is moving with his hand, like a Swift, soaring eagerly, in a dark vision Inside, appearing from time to time, bringing messy blood.

More cold light hits, and toxins continue to enter the chest, waist and abdomen.

Earth.

Farmers will not deceive, because they have the same qualities as the earth.

The earth always supports people to stand, it is hard and tenacious.

But these two perceptions are both wrong.

Peasants will deceive people, in order to survive, let alone they are not farmers, but bandits pretending to be farmers.

The earth is not always supporting people, she is not always stubborn and hard, she is sometimes soft and greedy, and the muddy ground swallows people little by little.

"..."

The breeze is fading and the sunlight melts.

Mo Yun looked up blankly, he didn't know how long he had been in a daze outside the door.