Widow Tian got up very early and made breakfast. After her hard work last night, she was now radiant and her delicate skin seemed to be able to pinch water.

She walked to Moji's bed and sat down, stretched out her hand and pinched his nose, and said with a sweet smile: "Little Jiji, why don't you get up?" It was like a mother waking up her son who was still sleeping in early in the morning to get up and eat.

Breakfast is as good as going to school.

Moji turned over, fell asleep on his side, hugged her waist, and said drowsily: "It's still early, sister-in-law, let me sleep a little longer."

"Don't sleep, Xiaoji. Just now your master asked you if you were up. He seemed to have something to say to you." She seemed to have remembered and whispered to him.

When Mo Ji heard this, he quickly got up. Since he came back yesterday, he has not had a few words with his master.

When I walked out of the room, I saw the old man playing with Xiaobao. He walked over and shouted loudly: "Master, good morning."

"Why are you so loud? You thought I was really deaf." The old Taoist didn't even look at him and continued: "Eat quickly. After dinner, we will go to the mountain."

Mo Ji was confused when he heard this. Are you going to the mountain at this time? A heavy snowfall last night had already blocked the way up the mountain. Is Master not so clear-headed?

He said cautiously: "Master, is there anything important? It's freezing and snowy."

"Go if you are told to go. What are you talking about?" The old Taoist didn't want to explain anything.

Seeing this, Mo Ji hurriedly ate, it must be a very important thing, otherwise the old man would not be so impulsive.

Pushing open the door of the Taoist temple, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, about as deep as the kneecaps. Moji looked at the old Taoist carefully.

The old Taoist rolled his eyes at him and said: "Don't worry, master, I'm not old enough for you to take care of me yet." After saying that, he stepped directly on the snow and walked up the mountain in a calm manner. Moji saw this and followed behind.

Walking on the snow.

Along the way, Moji fell down and down several times, but the old man was as calm as if nothing had happened. When he reached the top of the mountain, Moji was panting, and his mouth was filled with mist due to his breathing.

He was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

At this time, no one else could reach the highest and deepest point of Eagle Ridge. Besides, there were also possibilities of venomous snakes, wild boars, and even tigers. Even Moji had reached the top for the first time.

Looking down the mountain, everything is covered with snow and silver. The houses that humans rely on for survival are nowhere to be found.

Taking him to a very private place, the old Taoist asked Moji to back away slightly, and after concentrating, he hit the back of a rock with his palm. There was only a "bang" sound, and a large area was stirred up by the gravel.

Smoke rose like a small mushroom cloud. A man-sized hole was exposed on the rock.

Mo Ji was shocked and thought: Master's skill is so profound, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to split such a thick rock.

After the smoke dissipated, Moji followed Lao Dao and climbed into the cave. He immediately felt the warmth inside.

As if he already knew there was a candle there, the old man took advantage of the faint light and walked straight over and lit it with the matches he brought with him.

There was nothing inside, just like a simple stone house.

The old Taoist was groping on the rock wall for a while, and suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound, and a stone door next to him slowly rose up, revealing a stone door as tall as a person. The two people filed in, but the cave within the cave revealed a different scene.

, stone bed, stone bench, stone table...all the daily necessities inside are available, but unfortunately they are all covered with a thick layer of dust.

Moji looked at all this in surprise, as if he didn't know the old man. He looked at him quietly, waiting for him to say what he said.

The old Taoist looked at everything in front of him as if he was in another world. The changes in the sea have brought changes in life! The handsome young boy back then is now an old man, and a period of sixty years has slipped away from him inadvertently.

He walked to a stone table, picked up a piece of paper from the table, shook off the dust on it, and handed it to Moji. Moji held it in his hand. Feeling the passage of time, the paper had turned dark yellow.

, the handwriting is clear and legible, it is traditional Chinese characters written with a pure small regular script brush.

letter of appointment

Comrade Zhang Hao is hereby appointed as the captain of the Jiangnan *** Task Force, with the rank of major general.

hereby

Jiang Zhongzheng

March 1949.

Mo Ji looked at the piece of paper and then at Lao Dao. It seemed that it was difficult to connect this person with this piece of paper.

"I am Zhang Hao." The old Taoist spoke with a very natural expression. After all, more than sixty years have passed and everything has changed. The high-spirited and handsome young man back then is already a vague shadow in his memory.

"I am the deputy station chief of the Central Military Commission in Central and South Province. When we retreated in March 1949, I was asked to lurk." As if he was reminiscing, or remembering, the veteran spoke slowly, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Dithering. "There are more than a hundred people lurking at the same time, distributed across the country. These are the generals ordered by Mao Renfeng personally."

He walked to the stone table again, picked up four scrolls, blew off the dust on them and handed them to Moji.

"These are my four senior sisters. They are also from Zhongtong, but they are not on the lurking list."

Moji opened the four scrolls one by one. Although they had been washed for more than sixty years, the color and luster had not changed at all. The characters were lifelike, and the four beauties looked as if they happened yesterday. Moji was a little stunned when he looked at them.

"Please remember the appearance and characteristics of these four people carefully, and if possible, wait for me to say hello to them in the future."

Mo Ji thought to himself: Master, is he too old and confused? Even if he can meet them by then, his appearance will not be the same as the one on the scroll.

"They have learned some kung fu from your great master, and they are very good at keeping their appearance." The old master's words interrupted Mo Ji's speculation.

When Mo Ji heard this, his curiosity suddenly aroused. He smiled evilly and said: "Master, why don't you ask the Grand Master to teach you this Kung Fu? Otherwise, you can open a martial arts gym now to recruit disciples. It's definitely better than opening a martial arts gym."

Make money."

The old Taoist looked down at him with refined eyes and said: "You can learn it if you want to? The master only teaches it to women, not to men. Moreover, the master also warned the four of them not to accept and teach this technique to a large number of disciples.

."

Yes, otherwise there are some beauties in this world who look like they are in their twenties, but in fact they are already grandmothers.

"Although I am the captain of this task force, I feel that the situation is over, and I don't want to do anything to stop the mantis. I have never started this project, so most of the people in the team should survive, and it can be regarded as doing something for the world.

It’s a good thing.”
Chapter completed!