The yard is very quiet, and the fallen leaves flutter gently under the wind.

"Last year, today, people's faces and peach blossoms resonated with each other..."

Lu Fan looked at this beautiful scene, sitting in a wheelchair, and couldn't help but tilt his fingers on his hands, smiling.

"Ahem..."

Lu Fan's voice did not hide it much, and everyone looked strange.

Mo Tianyu's cough came, and he was weak and angry with a hint of anger: "Let me down!"

Jing Yue carried a pineapple wooden sword box on his back and landed in the yard, laughing freely.

"If you want me to put you down, you said it earlier. If you didn't say it earlier, how could I know I would put you down?"

"You are so kind of person who wants to be face-saving and suffer. Are you standing firmly now? The young master asked me to hug you, do you think I want to hug you?"

"If you want me to let you go, don't hold you so tightly."

Jing Yue kept chattering and said.

Mo Tianyu's face turned red, that was angered.

His chapped lips stammered and wanted to say something.

However, Jing Yue suddenly let go.

With a "bang", Mo Tianyu hit the ground with his butt, and he fell so hard... strong.

"Okay, OK, Tianyu, apologize to Ping'an, it's time for us to go back to Beijing."

The national master put his hands in his wide robe and sleeves and said.

On the ground, Mo Tianyu, who was half dead, stood up staggeringly, and he felt every part of his body venting a biting pain.

He wasn't dead, he thought he was going to die.

The moment when Lu Fanling suppressed him, the moment when he could not control his own life, and the moment when he wandered between death.

Helplessness and fear destroyed his pride.

Mo Tianyu lowered his eyes, raised his hands tremblingly, folded his bloody hands, and bowed towards Lu Fan.

"The sin of the Heavenly Words is unforgivable. For the sake of the Master, I ask... Young Master Lu for forgiveness."

Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, and blood rushed into his throat, making him feel a little bitter.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and placed the other on the thin wool blanket covering his legs.

The wind blew, blew up Lu Fan's black hair, and his hair was hanging on his forehead and flying gently.

"Go back and learn your skills with your master, and... don't tell fortunes for others casually."

"You're really not suitable for fortune-telling."

Lu Fandao.

Mo Tianyu's body trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt like a dagger was stabbed in his heart.

"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for your reminder."

Mo Tianyu bowed again.

The national master was a little surprised to see Mo Tianyu's appearance. It was indeed a bit beyond his expectations that Mo Tianyu, who was once arrogant and arrogant, could actually make such a low posture.

It seemed as if he had recognized his disciple for the first time.

It seems that this loss is not a bad thing for Mo Tianyu.

The national teacher is gone.

With the wounded Mo Tianyu on the carriage pulled by five horses, he galloped out of Beiluo City.

The national teacher was quite satisfied with this trip to Beiluo City.

Lu Fan's strength made him understand what a true god-given person is.

Of course, he also learned the new name from Lu Fan, a practitioner.

The national teacher had a premonition that perhaps the world in the future... would be the world of practitioners.

However, this is also an opportunity for a turnaround in the Great Week.

The national master was very relieved to Lu Fan. He did not see ambition in Lu Fan, or... a mere Zhou Dynasty could not bear Lu Fan's ambition.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with the trip.

What he was most worried about was that Lu Fan would covet imperial power, gathering his army and separating the Great Zhou like the thirteen princes.

If this is true, then there may be no hope in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

...

Outside Beiluo City, above the endless plain.

The sound of horse hooves exploded, rising into the sky.

Five horses pull the cart, shaking inside the carriage.

The national teacher sat cross-legged, while Mo Tianyu was lying flat on his back. He stared at the top of the carriage and said blankly.

"Tianyu, do you have hatred in your heart?"

The national teacher said slowly.

Looking at Mo Tianyu on the top of the carriage, his face was a little bit dull.

"At first, I hated it very much, but... I lived like a year in the buried ground, but the students lost their hatred and were even a little grateful."

Mo Tianyu's voice was a little hoarse, and he said.

A hint of surprise appeared on the wrinkled face of the national teacher.

"oh?"

"You have changed."

Mo Tianyu pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Wandering between life and death, people can always understand a lot and understand a lot."

"I was so happy back then that I was so happy that no one in the world except Master. In fact, it was a bit ridiculous."

"Not only about the Young Master Beilu and the Sons of the Hundred Schools, only the overlord Xiang Shaoyun of the West County, and Jiang Li of the Zuilong City are not comparable to me, even... my junior brother Kong Nanfei is beyond my reach. It's ridiculous to think about my arrogant heart."

Mo Tian said slowly.

In the carriage, the smile on the national teacher's face became stronger and stronger. He raised his hand to hold his long beard and looked gentle.

"It's not too late for you to realize this."

"Listen to your words, you still have standards for the heroes in the world. Can you tell me to the teacher?"

The national teacher smiled.

If a disciple can understand the exquisite heart, he will naturally be happy.

Mo Tianyu's eyes turned and he recovered some vitality. He struggled to sit up from the carriage.

"The heroes in my heart once ranked are not counted as scholars of the hundreds of schools."

"The leader should be the overlord of the West County, born with divine power, invincible martial arts, and a great master of martial arts, and the world is overwhelming."

"Second, the Mo family, Mo Shougui, the son of Mo Beike, removed the dross of hundreds of schools, embraced the essence of hundreds of schools, and was extremely charming."

"Third, Li Sansi, the first in the Dao Sect, rode a green cow and a wooden sword, broke through two thousand Western Rong cavalry and recovered the three border cities."

Mo Tianyu breathed out and said.

The national master nodded with a smile on his face.

"Of course, now..."

Mo Tianyu looked out the window of the carriage, looked at the end of the plain, and said slowly.

"Among the first three, there must be a place for Beilu Ping'an."

The national teacher also looked out the window.

There is no denying Mo Tianyu's words.

However, he remembered the moves on the island in the middle of the lake, like Lu Fan who was carrying the general trend of mountains and rivers.

He stroked his beard lightly, but the smile on his face became more meaningful.

Just a place?

The carriage roared.

The red sun that sets in the west is like a shy blushing face of a girl, reflecting the crimson glow, pulling the figure of the carriage on the plain for a long time.

...

Night is coming.
To be continued...