The Mo's mansion collapsed.

Because the master risked his life in the court to persuade the emperor, he fell.

"What a pity that the last farmer in the court also disappeared." Mo Wuming's expression was indifferent.

Anyway, he was born a beggar, and now he is just going back to his previous days.

"Bring a pickaxe." This is the last sentence the master said to him.

Mo Wuming didn't understand at first.

But then he understood that the emperor wanted them to dig mountains.

It is not a mountain, but a group of mountains, all the mountains in the world that are 30,000 miles away.

The emperor was so crazy, he was turned crazy by the poet's public opinion and the general's power.

Before leaving, the master didn't believe that the emperor would really do this. He didn't believe that the emperor who was willing to reduce taxes for three years would do such a thing.

Mo Wuming carried the pickaxe and made no sound.

When desire is above the head, there are no saints in the world.

And the emperor's words determine the fate of countless people at the bottom.

...

Sad mountains.

Mo Wuming has been moving here for three years, and his heart has long been as hard as a stone.

In fact, the name of the mountain is not called the Becky Mountain. This name was chosen by Mo Wuming himself.

He felt sad and nice, and it was in line with his situation.

But I don’t have the ability to change my destiny, so I’m just feeling sad.

"You said? What did we do with the stones we dug out?" asked a refugee.

"I heard that I was going to kill the immortals."

"Can stone kill immortals?"

"have no idea……"

Mo Wuming listened and remembered the old men and girls he met in Chang'an at that time, and didn't know how they were doing now.

This general who represents strength can at least protect his own safety...

...

A few years have passed.

Mo Wuming has become a leader.

According to Mo Wuming himself, he is now a Bao Gongtou.

He changed his territory because he had already been hollowed out by them.

I found another place where the emperor was far away. There were only a few small villages here. They transformed themselves into hunters and quickly integrated into these villages.

This is also Mo Wuming's idea. Only a fool can move bricks for his whole life!

It's okay on weekdays, so it's good to be self-sufficient when hunting.

The newly found place has no name.

...

The Spring Festival just passed.

Mo Wuming brought his hunting bow and wanted to hunt in the mountains again.

The noise of the spiritual veins outside digging was getting bigger and bigger. Some were clamoring to revolt, and some were saying that they could be inherited by killing the immortals.

Mo Wuming didn’t know how long they could last, a small paradise, now.

Thinking of this in my heart, Mo Wuming's footsteps never stopped.

There is a spring water in front, and nearby animals will go there to drink water. If you are lucky, you might be able to pick up a few for free.

Pull away the grass that was nearly one person tall, and Mo Wuming hid under the shade of the trees.

What comes into view is not a small animal.

Instead, a pair of beautiful feet, lightly stomping on the water, stirring up waves in Mo Wuming's heart.

The little feet, which were as soft as white jade, were swinging lightly, and the clear spring seemed to be gently stroking the white barefoot.

He is a beautiful girl.

Mo Wuming couldn't help but compare her with the girl the old man brought.

The old man brought the man more like he was inspired by the fairy spirit.

But the girl in Mo Wuming's eyes at this moment was like an elf in the world.

It's completely different.

"Does it look good?" The girl's voice came.

"nice."

"I'm talking about this clear spring."

“So what I said.”

Mo Wuming slowly withdrew his eyes. He had just been looking at his feet, but now he realized that he was wearing clothes.

"Oh, by the way. Is this immortal...coming to the mountain?" the girl asked with a smile.

"As long as you want, this is it."

"Why are you talking so hard?" the girl covered her mouth and chuckled.

Mo Wuming wanted to perform his eloquence, but he could not speak a word for a long time.

A girl asked him this before, but he just wanted to send her away quickly. But now another girl said that, but he didn't know how to speak.

"As long as you want, this is it."

He really thought so.

If you want, he can name this place Xianlaishan immediately.

"What are you looking for Xian to come to the mountain?" Mo Wuming asked curiously.

"Well... I want to find a safe place to live." The girl's tone was filled with a refreshing smile.

"Is Xianlai Mountain safe?"

"have no idea."

"Then... this is actually Xianlai Mountain." Mo Wuming grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands and lie nervously.

The girl was stunned and stared at Mo Wuming with a strange smile in her eyes for a long time.

"Okay, then I'll live here." The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she looked at Mo Wuming happily.

Mo Wuming's pupils were inexplicably enlarged. Amid the sound of the flowing water in the clear spring, he could clearly hear his fierce heartbeat.

Seventeen years ago, on the 24th day of Shouyang, at about three o'clock, he entered the Mo Mansion and met Mr. Mo, the honest official who was given his name.

Seventeen years later, on the 24th day of the Shouyang, at 3 o'clock, he met a girl.

...

"My name is Mo Wuming." Mo Wuming lowered his head and introduced himself. When he didn't want to see her, his emotions surged.

This does not conform to his profound and rational character.

If it were the words in his dream, it would be that he felt he was being beaten up.

"Is it unknown? It happened to be!" The girl looked at him with a smile: "I don't have a name, but..."

"Since you are so good at naming... then just give me one too!" The girl seemed to be deliberately teasing him to name the mountain Xianlai.

If it were normal times, Mo Wuming would definitely feel that there was something in the girl's words, but now... I can't hear it, so I can't hear it.

"Then you just call me...Don't be sad!"

This is the name he gave to the mountain before.

"We have the same surname! Then from today on, I will recognize you as my brother!" The girl patted Mo Wuming's shoulder and said mischievously.

elder brother?

Mo Wuming instinctively resisted because he didn't want to be just an older brother.

But maybe it was affected by the dream.

like.

Sister...it's not impossible.
To be continued...