Heavenly Curse

Mo Xiaoyu is very smart, especially after so many years of fellow career, he can better understand what color observation means. Without a doubt, after Maui showed him the paper cut, he already considered Maui to be one of his own.

Especially after Mu Yi accidentally gave out that slight slaughter intent, he didn't even have to ask Mu Yi. He had spontaneously said everything. Mu Yi knew what he was fighting for, but was not angry about it.

From Mo Xiao Xiao's account, Mu Yi knew the general story, or that sentence, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are struggles.

Mo Xiaoyi led Maiyi to a quiet house shortly after entering, Maiyi smelled a strong herbal smell, and saw Mo Old, who was frying medicine in the yard.

Years later, although the other side changed a lot, Maki recognized it at a glance.

“Ah, Master, didn't I tell you to wait for me to come back to do this?” Mo Xiao went into the yard and started pounding and quickly came to the old man and grabbed the fan in his hand.

“No, there's nothing wrong with me. I'm not old enough to move.” Mo Lao, while talking, let Mo Xiao fish grab the fan, and from the way he spoke to Mo Xiao, he clearly considered himself a nephew.

“Well, well, I know you're not old enough. Bring someone back here today and say you know him. Go say hello.” Mo Xiaoyi mumbled.

“Oh, you know me?” Mo Lao only sees Mu Yi, just because Mu Yi carries a bra, he can't see anything at all.

In fact, as soon as Mu Yi came in, he already knew.

“Mo Lao.” Mu Yi took off the fitting when he said it. As for the human skin mask, he still wore it on his face. It's not that he can't trust the other party. It's just that he can't help but be careful and save time to explain.

“Are you?” Mo glanced at Maiyi with a pair of cloudy eyes, at a time when his appearance was no different from that of an old, ordinary man.

Mu Yi didn't give a shit, and took out the token that Jia Guangwang had given him.

Mo Old Tong shuddered, his eyes shooting two fine lights, staring dead at the token in Mai Yi's hand, even Mo Xiao fish next to him was surprised by Mo Old sudden change, but he just glanced at Mai Yi and looked at herself to fry medicine there.

Maki didn't rush either, he just held the token and waited for Mo to talk.

For a long time, Mo Lao closed his eyes, but two lines of tears slowly flowed down. From his trembling body, he could see the fluctuations in his emotions at this moment, and could make an old man cry, and the emotions contained therein were even more difficult to articulate in words.

“How did he die?” Mo took a deep breath and asked softly.

“Killed by me.” Maiyi didn't hide it either, he said directly.

“Dang Dang! ”

Muyi's voice just went down, and he came out next to him to knock things over. He just saw Mo Xiao Xiao open his mouth and looked at Muyi with an incredible face.

“Hey, I knew there would be such a day.” Unexpectedly, Mo Lao was not angry, but shook his head and asked.

“How did Mo know he was dead?” Mu Yi said, while passing the token to Mo Lao's hand, only in the process, Mo Xiao Fish on the side looked nervously, afraid that Mu Yi would do something harmful to Mo Lao.

In fact, after Mu Yi said the words he killed, Mo Xiao Xiao had already regretted, should he not have brought Mu Yi without really figuring out the bottom line, good thing Mu Yi didn't do anything, just hand over the token to Mu Old, then take two steps back and stand there.

“In his character, if he wasn't dead, how could someone send this token back?” Mo used to touch the token with his hands and said in a low tone.

“Don't you hate me? After all, he died in my hands.” Mu Yi asked, after all, Jia Guangju was Lao's brother anyway, and Mo Lao was deeply affectionate with him, but that affection was buried in his heart because of the changes.

Jia Guangwang's obsession with death is almost as old as wanting to be.

“He can die in your hands and give you the token, obviously he deserves it, and I naturally have no reason to hate you, even if he doesn't hate you?” Old Mo put away the token and looked at Maki and continued: “You come with me. ”

After Mo Lao said it, he didn't even look at Mo Xiao Xiao who had already stood up and said directly: “Xiao Xiao, go and guard the door. ”

What's there to protect? Mo clearly doesn't want Mo Xiao Fish to listen, because sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing, and he does it to protect Mo Xiao Fish.

“Okay, master cabinet.” Mo Xiaozhu picked up the fish at once, but he walked honestly towards the front door, obviously he also understood Mo's true meaning.

Mu Yi followed Mo Old into the room and saw that the walls of the room were filled with all kinds of paper clippings, people, animals, wormbirds, not only vivid, but also perfectly fused together, a look of the great world, obviously a clear river map in another sense.

After Mu Yi sat on the chair, Mo Lao said, “Though I had long anticipated this day, I still didn't expect it, this day will be so fast. ”

“I'm sorry for the inconvenience.” Mu Yi said that, although in his view Jia Guangju deserved it, he did not regret killing him, even if he was a poor man.

And Mu Yi's words of comfort at this moment are also sincere. Jia Guangwang stick is Jia Guangwang stick, Mo is not always old, and from Jia Guangwang stick's mouth, Mu Yi also knows what happened in that year. Jia Guangwang stick is not comfortable. The old man in front of him, watching his father and sister die tragically, would it be nice?

I'm afraid the pain in his heart is not less than Jia Guangju's, but more.

“I've seen you before, haven't I?” Suddenly, Mo always looked at Maki and said,

“Where does Mo always say that?” Maki was slightly stunned, without acknowledging or denying it.

“Although I am less qualified to cut paper than my brother, I am more sensitive to a person's breath. Even if I change a leather bag, the breath will not change. Moreover, this art of painting is the secret of cutting paper doors. You can hide your skin mask from others, but you cannot hide it from me.” Mo Lao said directly.

“As Mo said, a few years ago I followed Master Mo once.” Now that the other party has said the words to this extent, Mu Yi naturally no longer hides them, and directly reveals the human skin mask on his face, naturally, the head that has not been shaved is also exposed.

Mo looked at Maiyi and said after a while: "The little doll also grew up. ”

“Do you remember me?” Mu Yi couldn't bear to say that, after all, familiarity with the breath is one thing, but it is another thing to recognize the face.

“Of course I do. How could I not?” Mo shook his head and asked, “How is your master doing now? ”

“Master, his old man died of immortality.” Maki's voice suddenly sank low, perhaps also because Mo Old reminded him of what happened.

“Dead?” Mu's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled when he heard Maiyi's words. "How could he possibly die? ”

“Master, his old man's body was not very good, he floated on the river and lake for so long, in his own words, should also die, and I watched his old man swallow and guard his spirit, bury him, only then something happened, I am now looking for someone.” Although Mo always belongs to the category of the deceased in front of him, and may have anything to do with the old ways, Mu Yi still hasn't told him about the old ways being refined.

As an apprentice, he did not let his master enter the earth for peace. Instead, after his death, even the body was destroyed. It was already unfaithful. If he did not find it again, he would probably become a demon of conscience for the rest of his life.

“How did this happen?” Mo still muttered to himself that it seemed that the death of the old way was more difficult for him than the death of Jia alone.

“Does Lady Mo seem familiar with my master?” Looking at Mo's old appearance, Mu Yi's heart moved and asked.

“After all, he saved my life. How could he not be familiar with it?” Mo Lao Lian shook his head and, in the end, sighed again.

After hearing this, Mu Yi was obviously stunned. After all, he had not heard the old saying of this, and according to time, the old saying should have saved him before he was found, that is, at least eight years ago.

“Does Namo know who hurt my master?” Mu Yi immediately asked, in fact, this matter has also been in his heart, because according to the old ways, he was almost at the peak of the second difficulty, but a war with his enemies led to the fundamental injury, which is the main reason for his final death.

Before, Mu Yi did not ask who the old enemy was because he did not believe in it, but he waited for the old enemy to die before he knew that all his words were true, but he could no longer know who the old enemy was.

Moreover, the old ways did not seem to intend to tell him at all. Perhaps he was worried that he would seek revenge from the other party, or that the enemy was already dead and all the smoking had disappeared.

But this does not prevent Mu Yi from wondering what exactly happened that year and who the old enemy was.

Originally he thought that all of this was doomed to find the truth, but he didn't expect to have such a deep relationship with the old Dao. Even his life was saved by the old Dao. No wonder the old Dao would bring him to the other party. However, he had no idea what the two people had talked about at that time. After all, he was young at that time, and the conversation between the two avoided him.

That's why Maki wanted to find out the truth about the other party.