Castlevania.
Feng Zuojun fell to the ground covered in sweat, his hands shaking violently, and he couldn't even hold the knife.
"You, can't even block my sword?" Mo Wen stood in front of Feng Zuojun, holding the golden sword. "You want to inherit my sword?"
"Hah! The wind is rising--" Feng Zuojun shouted loudly and swung the long sword in his hand again.
Feng Zuojun was an extremely proud person before entering the academy. Even though he entered the academy full of children from aristocratic families, he never gave up this pride. Meeting his old enemy Xie Yuling only stimulated his pride. However, all his pride had been completely destroyed in the duel with Mo Wen in the past few days.
Mo Wen only strikes once a day, but Feng Zuojun can't even block this one strike.
"You only have one chance every day." Mo Wen didn't even draw his knife this time. He directly grabbed Feng Zuojun's wrist with one hand, snatched the Snow Falling Knife into his own hand, and then kicked Feng Zuojun away.
Feng Zuojun hit the wall, grimacing in pain: "City Lord, you are so merciless."
"You are very proud." Mo Wen picked up Feng Zuojun's collar from the ground and raised it into the air. "So in the next few years, I will trample on your pride, repeatedly, and destroy your pride to the point of leaving nothing behind."
"Several years?" Feng Zuojun smiled bitterly, "Does it take that long?"
"You think the best sword in the world is so easy to block? You may not be able to block one of my swords this year." Mo Wen directly threw Feng Zuojun back.
Mount Qingcheng.
Xie Yuling was also sweating all over, but the environment he was in was much better than Feng Zuojun's.
In the mountains and forests, birds were singing and flowers were blooming. Xie Yuling followed the little Taoist boy Mo Chen and ran up and down the mountain.
"Why haven't I seen any of the seven rare flowers today? Could it be that I can't complete the task entrusted by Lord Daojun today?" Xie Yuling landed on the branch of a banyan tree and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Mo Chen stopped below and was also surprised when he heard Xie Yuling's words: "What are you talking about? You want to collect all seven rare flowers today?"
Xie Yuling asked in confusion: "Is it difficult?"
"If you weren't so serious, Brother Xie, Mo Chen would have thought you were joking. The seven rare flowers, Dragon Python Flower, Begonia, Purple Sun Rose, Three-color Orchid, Snow Heart Orchid, and Immortal, some are available in spring, and some have to wait until it snows heavily. How can we collect them all in one day? Moreover, these flowers are called rare flowers, so they are naturally very difficult to find. Not to mention collecting seven in one day, even if you spend a month, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find one!" Mo Chen stretched, "Brother Xie, you are too impatient."
Xie Yuling was stunned: "Mr. Daojun said that only when you find all seven rare flowers can you practice the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head magical power. If it is as you said, I will have to wait until a year later to practice this magical power."
"Are you anxious?" Mo Chen asked.
Xie Yuling nodded: "I'm very anxious."
"That can't be helped. We can't let the snow orchid, which only appears in heavy snow, bloom in winter, nor can we let the purple sun rose, which only appears in the hot sun, bloom on this cloudy day." Mo Chen said helplessly, "Everything has its own laws of operation, and people cannot go against the will of heaven."
Xie Yuling was silent for a moment, then he stepped forward again.
In the Dao Mansion, Dao Jun drank a sip of tea and said slowly: "These disciples of yours left too fast."
"Isn't it better to be faster? Only by traveling a thousand miles a day can you see the world." The Confucian saint replied with a smile.
Daojun shook his head and said, "Looking all over the world is just a cursory glance. And you will forget to calm down and take a good look at your own heart."
"You are saying these mysterious words again." The Confucian sage snorted coldly.
"I am the Taoist Lord." Taoist Lord said proudly.
Qingzhou City.
Mu Mansion.
Nangong Xier has been to many places during her years of traveling around the world, including the Wang family, the head of the four major families, the Feng family in Tianxiaoyunjing, the academy in Shili Langyao, and the Shanglin Palace in Weilong Mountain. Without exception, they are all among the top sects in the world. However, no matter whether it is the Shanglin Palace, which was once the head of the world, or the academy with three hundred Confucian scholars, they are all not worth mentioning in front of the luxurious mansion of the Mu family.
Those Jianghu sects called themselves Heavenly Palace and Cloud Realm, while the Mu family only called themselves a mansion, but where in the world could there be such a large mansion? Almost half of Qingzhou City was included in the Mu Mansion. Not to mention the steps paved with pearls and the plaques made of jade, even the servants cleaning the courtyard wore clothes inlaid with gold threads and held brooms made of silver.
"Will a silver broom sweep more cleanly?" Nangong Xier asked this question on the first day she arrived.
The old butler who led him in smiled and said, "It will look more impressive if you use a silver broom to sweep."
"Willful." Nangong Xier thought about it and only replied with these two words.
She stayed in the Mu Mansion for a few days. There were three maids serving her every day, and a doctor came to check her pulse every morning, noon and evening. At this moment, she was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and suddenly thought that she seemed to have not lived such a quiet life for many years. She felt an inexplicable leisure, but she lacked the company of friends.
"Miss Nangong, are you getting used to living in the mansion these days?" A gentle voice sounded behind Nangong Xier.
Nangong Xier was stunned. The fact that he could approach her so quietly showed that he had extremely good body movements. She turned around cautiously and saw a middle-aged man in a white shirt standing far away at the gate of the courtyard. She frowned slightly. It turned out that this man was so far away. No wonder she didn't notice him. But why did he make a sound like he was speaking in her ear
"I'm used to it." Nangong Xier replied politely.
The middle-aged man walked forward. He was considered to be dressed relatively ordinary in the Mu Mansion. He wore a white shirt whose material could not be seen. Apart from a jade pendant hanging around his waist, he did not have many decorations on his body. He walked in front of Nangong Xier and nodded slowly: "That's good. I was afraid that the girl would feel bored."
"Excuse me, who is this gentleman?" Nangong Xier saw that although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, his temperament and conversation were quite elegant, so his identity should not be simple. He might be a teacher in the Mu Mansion.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself to the girl first. I'm sorry. My name is Mu Qinse." The answer of this "teacher" was not ordinary at all.
"Mu Qinse." Nangong Xier was stunned. She felt that the name sounded familiar. After thinking about it carefully, she exclaimed, "Isn't that the head of the Mu family? Are you Mu Nianhua's father?"
Mu Qinse nodded and sighed: "I often feel sad because of this in my life. Yes, I am the father of that brat, Mu Qinse."