Rebirth of the Hand and Heart

The letter to Nineteen was very concise and to the point:

Dear Master:

My good disciple is going to the south. If nothing unexpected happens, we are going to Weicheng. If the master wants his disciple, he can come and find him. Remember, you cannot spread this news to anyone except you and me.

Xingwen sighed, "Xingwen, Xingwen, you said it's not good to go anywhere, but you want to go to Weicheng!" From the corner of his eye, he saw someone cleaning his sword, and he spoke reluctantly: "Hey, I think we can

Return to the Demon Cult Headquarters ahead of schedule."

Shan Junjing looked at him strangely, are you crazy enough here?

"He's not my apprentice yet," Nineteen handed him the letter, not caring at all about turning a deaf ear to his apprentice's words, "He went to Weicheng, and I haven't finished teaching him martial arts yet. His fancy fists and embroidered legs, I'm afraid he will embarrass me!

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The main altar of the Demon Sect is also located in Weicheng. The original founder of the Demon Sect also disliked the cold and biting winter like Xing Wen, so he went straight to the south.

"You don't have to be so reserved when you care about people," Shan Junjing said in a calm tone. It sounded like the master and apprentice were hurting each other, and the relationship was not very good. In fact, Shan Junjing understood that ten

Ninth, I am afraid that a guy with no martial arts skills will be bullied outside!

Do you think there is anyone in the world who understands Nineteen better than him?

Nineteen smiled awkwardly and changed the topic: "Then... when will we set off?"

"tomorrow"

"Okay, okay..."

Although the young mistress was missing, Mo Yuanxun had to hide such a big thing. He not only asked the servants who knew about the matter to keep their mouths shut, but also asked the secret guards to continue the search quietly and prepare for his father's death.

His funeral, yes, Mo Yuanxun’s father passed away just last night.

The old lady was naturally devastated, but after making arrangements for the funeral, she acted vigorously and collected portraits of many well-matched girls, forcing Mo Yuanxun to look at them with her.

He singled out Mo Yuanxun and asked him to make his own decision, and gave him a deadline.

Mo Yuanxun is different from what he used to be. With his third brother gone, he no longer has to pretend to be anything. His sickly image has been washed away, and Yushu Linfeng's true face has been revealed. He is the new head of the Mo family with a strong fortune.

I don’t know how many young girls waiting for marriage have coveted them.

After all, Mo Yuanxun is not a good person. He knows that if he really chooses one of the girls as his concubine, it will be equivalent to ruining that girl's life. He already has someone else in his heart, and he doesn't want his body to be contaminated.

The smell of anyone except that idiot. I guessed it right. He is a mysophobic person, not only physically but also emotionally.

But he still followed his mother's wishes. Even if he couldn't give her anything, at least he would still have countless gold and silver treasures, fine clothes and food for her, so he didn't owe her anything.

Her slender fingers clicked on a certain painting. "That's her." The woman in the painting was quiet and virtuous. She looked like a quiet woman. The old lady took the painting and went to find a matchmaker to propose marriage.

The one he chose was Boss Wan's third daughter. Boss Wan was in the antique business and was a good match for Mo Yuanxun. When Boss Wan heard that his third daughter had been attracted by the young master of the Mo family, he happily cooperated.

He opened his mouth from ear to ear and gave the matchmaker several red envelopes. By the way, he told his third daughter the good news so that she could prepare well.

Because Mo Yuanxun had blocked the news that Xing Wen had run away from home, it was understandable that he did not see the young mistress on the wedding day. Everyone thought that the young mistress was unhappy. After all, Mo Yuanxun doted on her so much that once he took a concubine,

Naturally, her position will be threatened, so she is probably hiding from anger.

The old lady muttered a few words about "no rules" and didn't pursue anything, because the master had just left and the family funeral had just been completed. It was a bit excessive to hold a happy event. However, the old lady insisted on breaking this rule. She knew that she didn't have much time, so

The marriage was kept simple. I invited some familiar friends and drank the wedding wine.