Chapter 108: Decay, the trouble of power

The second day of December.
　　 Mo Yun got up and prepared to have breakfast. As soon as he walked into the dining room, he heard a female voice calling out: "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.
　　 Junxian stood outside the door, and stood a girl in a green shirt. Seeing Mo Yun in a white robe shined in front of her, she beckoned to him, "The son, the lady asked me to return the flute."
　　 Mo Yun looked eager to speak, he had many things to ask, but until he retrieved the flute and the girl said goodbye to leave, he did not say a word. Not only did he fail to answer the question, but he was very rude.
There was a moment, just that moment, a moment when the timing was chaotic, maybe it was the girl’s full lips and the carmine on the corners of her mouth, maybe it was the glare of her hairpin on the back of her temple, or it was the flute 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 peasants with simple faces followed him, and they mourned.
　　 "Master, it's coming soon, that's the stockade in front, that's the band of thieves!"
　　 "Master must be the master for us!"
　　 "Evil thief robbed money and food, as well as the women in the village. If we don't chase these back, there will be a famine in the village during the New Year!"
　　 "Pity my little girl"
　　How can farmers lie? They are kind and simple. Their eyes are so short that they have only one acre of land. They will work hard for the grain. As long as there is a little possibility of recovering the grain, the three farmers will not deceive.
Mo Yun thinks the same way. Seeing their ravine faces, dark, aging, inexhaustible dirt smell, and 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 deceive.
　　 But the three sharp knives pierced into the back at the most critical moment.
　　Intense 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 himself swinging the sword, as if the sword is moving with his hand, like a Swift, soaring eagerly, in a darkened 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 lie, because they have the same qualities as the earth.
　　 The earth always supports people to stand, it is hard and tenacious.
　　 These two perceptions are all wrong.
　　 Peasants deceive people. They deceive in order to survive, not to mention that they are not farmers, but bandits pretending to be farmers.
　　 The earth is not always supporting people. She is not always tenacious. She is sometimes soft and greedy. The muddy ground engulfed people little by little.
　　 "……"
　　 The breeze is fading and the sunlight melts.
　　 Mo Yun looked up blankly, he did not know how long he had been in a daze outside the door.
　　Lu Zhengkang had finished his breakfast, and Shi Shiran was holding a copy of the Heart Sutra. When he passed by, he let out an unclear laugh.
　　 Mo Yun frowned, did not respond, bowed his head and turned back to the bedroom.
　　 He suddenly felt a huge confusion, and then he was deeply self-doubt.
　　 Is it really a good choice to come to Northland?
　　 Everything in my past is denied here.
　　 Martial arts, talent, talent, disposition, habit.
　　 All of this shaped something called Mo Yun but it made him incompatible with the world around him.
　　 Swordsmanship is not allowed, and playing the flute meets an accident again. His words and deeds are strange and faintly ridiculed when they are used to the North.
　　 Sometimes grievances and pressure only need a light push to completely break the bank.
　　 He knew life was difficult, but it was too difficult.
　　 So, how do you keep yourself together?
　　 Give up stubbornness? Bend your spine?
　　 Is that Mo Yun still Mo Yun?
　　……
　　 Lu Zhengkang sipped a sip of Tieguanyin, and then put down his Jun kiln white porcelain cup.
　　 He asked casually, "Is there something unspeakable in the house of the donor of Quan?"
　　 Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and they are indeed truth to a certain extent. Even large families like Quanfu have a dilemma that they don’t want to mention.
　　 There are actually rumors in the capital that the first eldest son of Quanfu contracted a strange disease, so the position of the head of the family was passed on to the second lady.
　　 Quan Suhuan has an upright temperament, so he directly asked: "How did the little master hear about this?"
　　 "The streets and alleys are spreading, how could the poor monk not hear it."
　　 "Unexpectedly, you, a monk, still care about rumors."
"It doesn't matter if you can't go out or become a monk. Of course, when the poor monk mentioned this matter, he wouldn't embarrass the donor." Lu Zhengkang gently tapped the handrail of the red sandalwood with a clattering sound. "Remember that the poor monk said three donors earlier Will there be a troublesome event in the next month?"
　　 "This matter is related to the internal affairs of my authority?"
　　 "Yes, the poor monk was supposed to spend money in Guangdong, but the secret was changed. After the steward there was changed, the robbery was eliminated."
　　Quan Suhuan talked very happily with Lu Zhengkang these days, and he understood his character quite well. He had always said one thing and was not afraid to offend others, so after listening to what he said, he believed in eight or nine points.
　　 "So dare to ask how this trouble has become now?"
　　 "The catastrophe this time has always been there, but after the two of us came, the situation went to the worst."
　　 "Can there be a solution?"
　　 "Watch the changes, then I will notify the donor to pay attention."
　　……
　　 Ning Baiyi is a disciple of Bailuze Baihuagu jade box in Guangnan.
　　 Baihua Valley is famous for its medical skills. The disciples in the valley are respected by the people of the rivers and lakes regardless of their status, because they are unparalleled in humanity and justice.
　　 And Ning Baiyi's identity has already been passed down, and at this age, it is quite remarkable.
　　 Among the younger generation of Jianghu righteousness, she is also ranked, but because of her introverted personality she doesn't like making troubles, so she has no reputation.
The people of Quanfu went to Baihua Valley to seek medical treatment. Finally, the owner of the valley sent Ning Baiyi to go to the capital for treatment~EbookFREE.me~ The eldest son of Quanfu in the rumors was naturally the one who used to be treated. Successor to the Patriarch, Quan Suhuan's eldest brother.
　　 This person has a rebellious character, but he is quite wise. He was once thought to be able to lead the power to a higher level, making these countless misty and rainy towers stretch for generations.
　　 However, the accident was that the old man accidentally fell off his horse while outing, and fell out of loss of soul.
　　 For some reason, the symptoms of the old man did not start to be taken seriously until the first two years.
　　 At that time, the old man had already left with the end of the dynasty. Quan Suhuan remembered that there was such a big brother, and then went to seek medical treatment, but the situation had changed.
　　 Grand Prince Quan Hongming’s condition has deteriorated into a curse-like epidemic.
　　 was originally a weak fleshy shell, but for some reason it became infinitely powerful. The ten finger nails were thick and sharp. The broken stones and gold were just waiting for a while, and there was a black air on the surface, and it looked unknown.
　　 That's all right, there are unconscious vegetative people on the left and right, but Quan Hongming will wander at night for no reason, like a dream but not a dream, like waking up but not awake, fierce and irritable, killing people.
　　 Right after the death of the first person, Quan Hongming was immediately imprisoned and sent to Daxiangguo Temple for the monks to pray for him and exorcise evil spirits.
　　 This is another year, and the situation has not improved.
　　 Ning Baiyi is the final salvation of the prince from Quanfu.
　　 If she succeeds, Quanfu will raise one more person. If she fails, it means another funeral.
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