But it is said that the yellow-skinned horse is galloping all the way, passing by the smooth river, and it is difficult to subdue even when Mo stops reining in the reins.

Mo Zhi had been riding horses since he was a child, and he knew that if he applied more force now, the horse would be frightened even more, so he relaxed his strength and kept stroking his mane.

The yellow-skinned horse also galloped for a long time, gradually galloped and slowed down, but it was still breathing heavily, and it was not clear whether it was due to lack of strength or still sadness.

Mo Zhi whispered: "Brother Ma, you are really secretive on weekdays. It turns out that you are so powerful when you gallop, but...where have you brought us..."

As far as the eye can see, the crescent moon hangs high, and Darong Pass is already so far away that even its shadow cannot be seen. It seems that it has run out of the pass for no less than a hundred miles. Fortunately, the yellow-skinned horse did not run straight towards the depths of the desert, otherwise the sky would have been too high.

The high ground is so different that if we want to find a way out, it will be extremely difficult.

But at this moment, there were desert roads all around, and there were only a few private houses, which had been destroyed by the war. Mo Zhi looked at Xu Huanchen behind him. His face was still as pale as paper, and his breath was weak but still stable. Mo Zhi said with a wry smile:

"Brothers of the sect have never seen you in such a desolate state. If you want me to keep my mouth shut and maintain your image of a cold genius when I return, you have to treat me to a good meal."

"A monk... his food is simple but... his body is pure... his food is heavy but his body... is turbid..." Xu Huanchen opened his eyes slightly, and the words in his mouth were weak, but he still struggled to pronounce the words.

Mo Zhi couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard what he said, and said: "Good fellow, you are already like this and you still want to preach."

Xu Huanchen was injured all over his body, but fortunately there was no internal injury. At this moment, he woke up leisurely, his mouth was dry and bitter, and he asked: "Is there any water?"

Mo Zhi snorted and said: "There are also big hoofed dogs. Do you want to eat them? We are now in a desert Gobi desert. There is not even a human figure. Where is the water? I really miss Chan Guofeng now."

Those days when there was nothing but water."

Xu Huanchen shook his head and sighed: "The Peak of Confession... is a place where the sect retreats and thinks about its mistakes... If you go there, you must have done something wrong... If you can't regret it, how can you... miss it...

…”

Mo Zhi saw that his strength was exhausted, but he still kept preaching. He was like an elder with a white beard on Jinque Peak. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked: "Aren't you tired from talking like this all day? How can you still be a bit young?

What does it look like?”

After hearing this, Xu Huanchen paused for a moment and asked: "How can I speak... You have... not liked to talk to me since you started... I don't know where I offended you..."

After Mo Zhi listened, he suddenly felt a sense of confusion and sadness in his words. Since his temperament has been like this since he was a child, why should he always contradict and quarrel with him? When he thought of this, he felt ashamed for some reason.

, sighed softly, and said: "Stop thinking about it, go to sleep for a while, and I will call you when I find a place to stay."

Xu Huanchen nodded, the wounds all over his body were still burning with pain, but at this moment his heart felt at ease, and fatigue was like a drop of ink quickly infecting the clear water, swallowing up his thoughts in an instant.

Xu Huanchen has always been cold and taciturn. Even though he is favored by others in Jinque Peak, he still lives alone and rarely interacts with his fellow disciples. Everyone talks to him with a certain amount of awe. Over time, he has developed an indifferent temperament.

.

However, ordinary people, as young as Chaohua, always have some expectations in their hearts to be friends with others, and Xu Huanchen is no exception.

He has followed the elders of Jinque Peak to practice since he was a child. The Taoist Xuan Gong emphasizes the state of freedom without sorrow or joy. However, for a young man, this suppressed his own temperament, making him arrogant since he was young. However, Mo Zhi has not been around since he went up the mountain.

, behaves erratically, and everything he does is very different from Xu Huanchen's restraint since childhood, but the more so, the more novel and enviable he becomes in Xu Huanchen's eyes.

Because of this, Mo Zhi was like an alien, being watched secretly by Xu Huanchen. Seeing how he pretended to be stupid and played tricks on Min Qingquan and Pi Ruiqing, and how he broke Lu Zhu's wrist out of spite, everything was news to Xu Huanchen.

Until Mo Xidong went to Baishan to fight, Mo Zhi helped him with hidden weapons in the audience, which made him extremely frightened.

Hidden weapons have always been a side sect that is despised by the authentic martial arts, but it is quite effective against the enemy in battle. Mo Zhi used this method to help him at the time. It was so different from the sect, but Xu Huanchen was both surprised and grateful.

He secretly contradicted himself all the way, and everything Mo Zhi did was very different from the righteousness and mellowness taught by the sect. But for some reason, he behaved everywhere. After seeing it, he felt very happy and happy, as if this was what he once felt in his heart.

Whatever you think about, do what you want to do.

Xu Huanchen fell into a deep sleep, but Mo Zhi now felt anxious in his heart.

In front of us is the endless desert Gobi, and we can't tell where we are. If we keep going like this, we will starve to death sooner or later.

The two of them were now in a desolate and abandoned village ruins, surrounded by strange rocks, and the wind was blowing through the houses. They were whimpering in their ears, like ghosts crying.

Mo Zhi had been hit by Meng Zhan's claw before, and although he had received the wonderful help of the elixir inside the sect, he was still recovering. Now that he had endured such an hour, he was extremely tired. He only felt dizzy and unsteady.

However, at this moment, the thin horse suddenly roared, and saw a large and overwhelming net coming together, with the hood down. At each corner of the net stood a strong man, naked to the waist, shouting and roaring, with extremely skillful techniques.

He is very skilled. Mo Zhi is trapped and tied up at this moment, but the technique of closing the net in front of him is very exquisite and must be guided by an expert. Even if he is full of energy at this moment, it will be difficult for him to resist.

At that moment, both men and horses fell under the net. The stars flashed in front of Mo Zhi's eyes, and he fainted. In the confusion, he saw dozens of people around him, including men, women, old and young, appearing out of nowhere.

Then, he surrounded himself in the center, seeming to be communicating something, but his consciousness stopped there, and then there was darkness in front of him, and he didn't know anything else.

When he woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight in Mobei was much stronger than that in the Central Plains. When he opened his eyes, he felt that a vast white field in front of him took away his sight, but the discomfort he felt had dissipated by 90%.

The huge claw mark on his chest was now scabbed and waiting to be healed. He exercised a little and felt that his inner breath was peaceful and stable, and he was very comfortable.

"Big brother!"

A child's voice came from the door, and Mo Zhi looked around, only to see a five or six-year-old baby, carefully holding a hot roasted sweet potato in his hand, walking towards the house. Mo Zhi woke up when he saw Mo Zhi, his eyes bright and clear.

A look of joy flashed in his round eyes, and he shouted: "Wow! Daddy is really right. He said you would wake up in a day or two, and you really woke up!"

Mo Zhi saw that the child's chubby little face was always red, his eyes were big and bright, his facial features were very delicate and cute, and he had a bunch of round and fluffy bangs on his forehead, which was very unique, and he couldn't help but fall in love with him.

He smiled, nodded, and asked: "Little brother, where is this place?"

The child put the small pot of roasted sweet potatoes on the earthen table, then jumped over and said seriously: "This is called Kuiling Village. We arrested you as a bad guy that night. Later, daddy saw

After seeing your appearance and saying that you are not bad people, we knew that we had arrested the wrong person."

Seeing the child's innocence and frankness, Mo Zhi closed his eyes with relief and thought carefully, and suddenly said urgently: "The person who was with me..."

The child smiled and said: "Big brother, dad said that both of you were seriously injured, and he was more serious than you, but you should wake up in the next day or two."

Mo Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to ask again, but the boy couldn't wait for him to think carefully. As soon as he started talking, he started talking like a barrage of words: "Brother, are you hungry? Daddy will ask someone to give you some food."

I've baked something delicious, he said. When you wake up these days, you must be very weak. I originally wanted to make some meat for you, but there is no good meat in the village. You are all from the pass.

People from the Central Plains, I am wronging you by eating these. Oh, I really envy you. I heard that the mountains in your Central Plains are not yellow, but green, and the rivers will never dry up, unlike here.

....."

Mo Zhi saw that he was talking non-stop. If he had his usual temperament, he would have waved his hand to interrupt the conversation and turned to ask other questions. However, the child in front of him unconsciously reminded him of the people who gathered around the stream in Wuxiu Town.

The laughing dolls, they were the king of children in the town back then. No matter where the escort went, he would bring back some dried fruit candy dipped in it for the children in the village. Over time, the children in the town would ask him about different towns.

His appearance, his playful look, were quite similar to the boy in front of him.

However, as the blood crow crows, everything turns to dust and is nowhere to be found. The child in front of me is childish and simple, which is very different from the child from Jiangnan. But at this moment, I don’t know why, I actually confuse the two with each other.

He was not in a hurry to think about anything else, but just listened to him quietly. Maybe it was because the child had not seen people from other villages for many years, or he was the only one who was so talkative. He kept talking for a long time without stopping.

Children are always very curious.

"Brother, I also heard that people in the Central Plains wear silk and satin. It is said that the silk and satin will not get dirty. What does it feel like? I have only seen sheepskin fur coats, which are the most popular ones.

It’s the best dress, but we don’t have many in the village. Is the one you’re wearing made of silk and satin?”

Mo Zhi was so amused by him that he couldn't help but laugh. When the boy heard him laughing, he scratched his head and said with two blushes on his face: "Hehehe, I am a doll from a small place.

I’ve never seen any battles before, brother, don’t laugh at me.”

"How could it be?" The loving meaning in Mo Zhi's words surprised him. He didn't know that as soon as he opened his mouth, there was no laughter in his words as before. Instead, he sounded deep and deep. He looked at the person in front of him.

The boy doll felt like he was facing the children he had never seen again.

Mo Zhi smiled softly and said, "What's your name?"

The male doll said "Ah" and said: "I keep talking about irrelevant things, and I never talk about myself. My name is Huang Lian, and everyone calls me Xiao Lian."

"Coptis?" Mo Zhi couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know which parent would name their child with such a medicinal name. Wouldn't it be miserable?

But the boy doll looked proud and said: "Yes, this is the name my father gave me. Originally I had no name. It was my father who brought me home. He is the best in the world."

A good person, my father said, if the name is bitter, maybe the life will not be so bitter, and coptis is a good medicinal material, and he also hopes that I can be as good a person as coptis."

After hearing this, Mo Zhi felt deeply convinced and thought: "This may sound simple, but the truth behind it is far-reaching. Maybe Xiao Huanglian's father is actually an extraordinary person."

So he said: "In this case, since your father saved our lives and gave us food and water, we should pay our respects. Don't you know your father's name?"

Huang Lian scratched his head, but there was a look of reluctance on his face, and said: "Dad said that you can leave on your own after your injuries are healed. There is no need to see him again, but I still have a lot of things to say to my elder brother.

When I say it, I haven't had any friends to talk to since I was a child, and my father is serious..." As he spoke, his big, bright eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle, showing a sense of loneliness.

When Mo Zhi heard what he said, he felt even more affectionate and said, "It's okay. I'm not well yet, so I can't leave yet. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

When Xiao Huanglian heard this, he clapped his hands repeatedly and laughed non-stop.

So Mo Zhi described the scenery of the Central Plains and the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River one by one. He was born with eloquence and an out-of-the-box thinking. He could describe things that were originally eighty-eighty to the fullest, even things he had never seen before.

Piecing things here and there, imagining the picture, he said it has a nose and eyes. In his mouth, it is naturally a sea of ​​white clouds, green grass, red plum clusters, yellow apricot branches, and Coptis chinensis growing in the desert since he was a child. Naturally, he is fascinated by what he hears.
Chapter completed!