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The three-foot-long blade was cold, thick and dull as it danced. The sword was dazzling and unpredictable as it danced, and as it moved its wrist, the blade became as fast as a fish. The sword moved, the body moved with the sword, the sword became one.

After practicing this set of sword art, Mo Wuji stopped coughing, slightly out of breath and a layer of thin sweat covered his forehead.

"Pah pah pah pah." Don't cry as you walk out from behind the tree, gently clapping your hands: "You are indeed worthy of being the eldest disciple of Mount Hua, your swordsmanship is indeed godly."

Mo Zhi sheathed his sword and smiled, "Third brother's praise is against your will, you are just randomly waving your sword, what's the good or bad about it? "Moreover …" He looked at the sword at his waist and sighed: "I am no longer the eldest disciple of Hua Shan."

Don't cry as you lean against a tree, tossing a handkerchief to him. "After all, Mount Hua is a place you grew up in for over a decade. It is not surprising that you are unable to get used to this place in a short period of time."

Mo Zhike apologetically said, "Sorry."

"What do you mean sorry?" Don't laugh and cry, "Your final choice is to come back, not to stay in Hua Shan, third brother is already very happy. Look at the Puppet Palace. Apart from me, I'm afraid the only one you remember is Tang Xiao. He might not even be able to find a warm home in such a strange place. I've been busy with the various matters of the Puppet Palace and haven't been able to properly accompany you for a few days. If you must say sorry, it is because I, as your brother, am unable to do what I ought to have done. "

Mo Zhike pondered and said, "Third brother, you don't have to blame yourself. The Puppet Palace is very good, after all, this is my real home. "Although I'm still not used to it, I will get used to it as soon as possible. Third brother, you don't have to worry about me."

Don't cry as he tilted his head to look at him for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud: "I'm not in a hurry for anything else, I'm just thinking, when will we become real brothers? In his memory, his fourth brother was so familiar with him that he felt like his own body. It was strange to see her again after so many years. Since you know that I'm your third brother, why are you being so courteous? "

Mo Zhi looked a little embarrassed after hearing that, "I'm not being polite... Maybe it's because I'm used to it, but I'm used to it. Even if Master cares about me, it's probably because of the concern of the elders. "

"I'm not talking about that." Don't cry a little bit straighter, still standing under the tree, "To be honest, I also don't have the mood of showing you warmth, pretending to be the elder brother. I don't think you need it, and you don't need it. But I always felt that you were very careful, as if you were trying to hide under someone else's hedge, as if you were afraid of offending someone. I don't like it. "

Mo Zhi coughed slightly, then lowered his head: "Sorry."

Don't cry and say, "Yes, it's just like how you are now." He walked over to Yun Che and put his hand on Yun Che's shoulder. Yun Che then looked into his eyes and said, "You are my younger brother, the only family member I have looked forward to for thirteen years. I know why you're afraid of me, but when you saw how I treat Third Uncle, you became disheartened. "

Mo Zhi immediately denied, "I did not!"

Mo Yu laughed, "No?"

Mo Zhike avoided his gaze. "I'm not."

Don't cry and look at him for a moment, let go of his hand, and step back. "I came here today to say. I have indeed repaid kindness with enmity. I have indeed been a direwolf with ambition. I have been cold-blooded and heartless. I have truly been despicable and shameless … What I have done is not only forcing third uncle to leave, I have also killed all of his trusted aides within three days after I seized the throne. "

Looking at Mo Zhike's changed face, Mo Sang was not surprised, "All of this was done by me. I don't want to defend myself, and I don't expect you to understand my difficulties. But I hope you can at least remember and believe that I, Mo Huaijin's son, do not cry. I will not lose my father's face, and I will not destroy my parents' graves. Your life, to me, is more important than anything else. "

Mo Zhizhan was stunned, after a long while he finally opened his mouth with much difficulty: "Third brother, I just don't know what to do … When I came back and saw third uncle from a distance, I was indeed dissatisfied with third brother. But no matter what third brother does, I believe third brother has his own difficulties. "

"Third Uncle." Crying suddenly smiled bitterly and shook her head, her eyes were filled with unspeakable pain, "Amongst all the Uncles here, the only one who doesn't have any thoughts towards authority is Third Uncle. Actually, no one knows better than I do what Third Uncle has done for the Puppet Palace all these years. Just based on the fact that he raised me up this big, and passed down all of my abilities without reserve, I would be able to be ungrateful. "

Mo Zhi coughed and said, "Third brother, don't blame yourself too much."

Don't cry and shake your head, "No, I'm not blaming myself. It's that I hate myself for my shamelessness, and I also hate my incompetence."

Mo Zhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he was also a unrelated outsider, what right did he have to comment?

No matter how intimate a bloodline was, how much kinship would remain after ten years?

Mo Zhizhan couldn't tell, couldn't guess, couldn't figure it out.

The only thing he could do was trust.

"Third Senior Master." Don't cry and squint your eyes, you don't know what to think.

"..."

"Master." Seeing a familiar figure walk in, the youth hurriedly stood up and wiped the tears off his face.

The man in white lifted his hand to stroke his hair and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

The youth immediately shook his head. "I'm not crying."

The white-clothed man walked to the side and picked up a puppet that was slightly longer than his forearm. He extended his finger and flicked at the dirt on top of the puppet.

"Master, I was wrong. I won't touch anything that you won't let me, please don't be angry." The youth couldn't see his master's expression, so he could only carefully apologize.

The man in white didn't answer and instead bent down to pick up the broken limbs on the ground. After carefully examining them, he turned around and asked, "Were you the one who did this?"

The youth pursed his lips before nodding. "Yes."

The white-clothed man looked at the crooked puppet in his hand and smiled at the youth. "Did you make it in accordance with Ying'er's puppet?"

The youth took a long time before nodding.

"I've heard from the dark guard many times that you often come here to secretly learn puppet techniques by yourself, right?" The white-clothed man fiddled with the puppet in his hand, a smile on his lips. "Looks like you've put in a lot of effort, huh?"

The youth quickly kneeled down, his face drained of color. "This disciple knows his wrongs. In the future, I will never come here without telling Master."

After a moment of silence, a chuckle came from above: "Do you think this is the first time I've heard that you've snuck in here in the past year?"

The youth subconsciously raised his head and was slightly startled. "Master …"

The white clothed man extended his hand and handed the puppet over to him. "Take this. This is probably the first time you have completed this work. Find a box and put it away properly." The reason why I'm not willing to teach you puppet techniques is because your talent is lacking and you are still young. The process of learning is too boring and I'm afraid that you won't be able to endure it. Now that you seem to be willing to give it your all, I'll teach you. "

The youth was stunned for a moment, completely unable to react to the meaning behind his words.

The white robed man looked at him and let out a sigh. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated and said, "I don't have a son. Other than you, I don't have any other disciples. All my skills will be taught to you sooner or later, so you don't have to hide anything from me. "

The youth kneeling on the ground was much weaker than his peers. His pale cheeks still had traces of crying from before. Although his face was not as delicate as his parents', his expression was very similar to his mother's when she was young.

When the fifth junior was his age, he was also so thin, so weak, and so … It was heartbreaking. Both his parents had died, and he had experienced the same blood-dripping fear. The young man's eyes that should have been clear now were filled with a frosty estrangement and a cold haze.

And what could she give him, was not even a little bit of the love her master had for her fifth junior?

He watched his junior brothers and sisters grow up, watched as they became more and more handsome, more and more outstanding. He watched as they got married and blessed for the birth of their children.

After thirty years of camaraderie, all that was left was this tiny youth in front of him.

One... He didn't have the intelligence or talent of his fifth junior brother, nor was he calm. In fact, he didn't even have the strength of a Puppet Palace disciple. One who only knows how to kneel down and apologize, who only knows how to cry … Guys.

"Your surname is Mo." Your knees shouldn't be so weak, even if the one you're kneeling to is me.

The white-clothed man finally swallowed the latter half of his sentence and left with his last bit of patience, leaving the youth at a loss behind. "Come and learn puppet techniques from me tomorrow."

In the end, reprimand and reprimand could not be said out loud. Such patience was also his greatest concession.

The figure that left, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his back straight, was the most common white robe worn by the Puppet Palace Master … It was also the style that her father usually wore.

However, his father would never come back.

The youth gripped the ugly puppet tightly in his hand and pressed it against his chest with extraordinary strength. He could not hold back his tears any longer and asked amidst his suppressed sobs, "Why did you agree to my request but fail to fulfill it?"

"I said that when I make the first puppet, you will give me the exact same kite as second brother, but where are you?"

"I don't want a kite, and I don't need you to praise me either. I just want you to stand in front of me, even if it's just a glance. Just a glance …" "Good."

"Father!" I hate you! I hate you! Why did you leave me alone? "

"I hate you too, second brother!" Dad's praise, Dad's smile, Dad's company … they're all yours! All yours! I really want Father to praise me. I also want Father to hug me and teach me how to carve a puppet! Why? Why don't I have anything? "

"I know I'm stupid, I know I can't let Master be satisfied, I know Master thinks I'm useless. "But I'm just thinking of dad. I just want to make a puppet and let dad praise me …"

"I really, really just missed dad."

The youth sobbed without a sound, and the white clothed man that had returned stood far away and didn't speak a word.

Perhaps, from twelve years ago, when he stood in front of him and said, "In the future, you can call me master," he was wrong.

In his eyes, there was only a faint smile, the father in his snow-shirt and black hair.

His eyes were only filled with determination, a fearless Junior Brother.

He had never been able to accept the role of a master in his eyes.

In his eyes, there had never been a disciple like Mo Yu.

Each of them hated the fact that they couldn't become the most dazzling existence. They hated the fact that they couldn't forget the image that they had changed so many times in their lives.

Maybe they were wrong, but none of them were wrong.

In the end, it was only fate that messed with him.

"..."

A suffocating heartache woke the powerless in the dream. Opening his eyes, he saw a monotonous beam. The weeping by his ear was gone without a trace.

Yun Kai sat up, his hand raised to cover his eyes, letting the darkness calm down.

"What a meaningless dream." After putting on his boots and washing his face, Yun Kai gave a stifled laugh, "Second Senior Brother, my expectations for you are much higher than what I imagined. You know, I haven't had a dream in years. "

"Ten years." Yun Kai mumbled.

"In ten years, I will definitely return. I will have my place in the martial arts world." These were the words that Lu Chuhan had left behind before he left.

"Ten years later, you are old and unable to recover your spirits. Ten years later, it will be another calamity. If we can find a place in this chaotic world, how can it be easy? " It was a sigh of his own.

"Huh? It would be a lie if you could only live for ten years, right? " Tang Xiao was as cold as ever.

"In that case, ten years will be enough. If I am to make a comeback, I am willing to meet the both of you again."

"Tsk, if you lie in ambush, don't blame us for being too lazy to collect your corpse."

"If I die in the wilderness, it would be a happy occasion for me to eat like a jackal and eat like a vulture."

"To be eaten by ignorant birds and beasts, to become a joke in the martial arts world, to be able to support the stomach of passers-by; this is even more of a joyous matter."

"If I do not become famous, I will not be known. Who knows if I am alive or dead?"

"It's fine if he doesn't know it, but ten years later when he sees you gone, he'll take it as you putting yourself in the mouth of a wolf, the belly of an eagle. How can I be happy if you don't laugh for three years?"

"Brother Tang, my death gave you some fun after your tea. You should avenge me, right?"

"Alright, I'll help you get rid of five jackals and ten pairs of falcons. How about that?"

"Alright, let's make a decision from then on?"

"Of course, Yun Kai is the witness."

"I'm afraid you won't live that long."

"No, you're not dead yet. How can we bear to leave behind such a huge matter and die before doing anything else?"

"That's true, I'm talking nonsense."

The mockery in the duo suddenly stopped. They were speechless.

"Second senior brother, the martial arts world is much harder than the palace. You have to be careful of everything."

"No need to be careful. If I die, I'll go down to the Yellow Springs to accompany you."

"I think it's better if you live a few more years. Otherwise, Qin Luo and Huaijin will die from your anger again."

"Hahahahaha, you're right, I should be a bit more careful. Don't die too early, for no reason other than to make my junior brothers and sisters feel tired." I'll be leaving now. Please take care of yourselves. " The laughter was free and easy, but it could not hide the sadness in his eyes when he was stabbed.

Counting the time, it had been exactly ten years.

Yun Kai laughed, he had never thought that even after ten years, the three of them would still be alive and well.

Ten years ago, he'd never dared to think about it. But now it seemed that it was truly unexpected.

He looked out the window and saw a glimmer of light. It was another morning. With such good weather, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go out for a walk.

Suppressing the worry in his heart, Yun Kai pushed the door open and walked out.