"I trained hard for seven days, but I only managed to last two moves against Fang Yuan before he knocked me out again. Shame, shame! "Guyue Mobei's heart was filled with anger and humiliation.
In the courtyard of his house, he constantly punched and kicked the wooden puppet, making loud banging sounds.
At this time, a light laugh could be heard, "Little brother, do you have a deep grudge against the wooden puppet? Why do you hate it so much?"
Hearing this familiar voice, Guyue Mobei's expression relaxed. He stopped attacking and turned around, "Sister, you're back!"
"Yes, the clan assigned me a scouting mission, and I was gone for more than ten days …" Guyue Mo Yan replied with a smile. She was Mobei's sister, and was already a Rank two middle stage Gu Master.
But her expression quickly changed, and her gaze became sharp, "Little brother, what happened to the scars on your face? Who bullied you? "
"Ah, nothing much. I accidentally tripped while walking and hit my head. " Mobei's face flashed with a trace of panic, and he gave a random excuse. He did not want his sister to know about such an embarrassing matter. The future head of the Mo branch family, Guyue Mo Chen's grandson, had actually been knocked out twice in a row.
But fortunately, he was not the only unlucky one, everyone else was involved.
"Oh, is that so? Then you have to be careful. Oh right, you need to practice your martial arts, this won't do. You don't have a defensive Gu, so you need to wrap your body with a thick cloth. That way, your limbs won't get hurt. "Guyue Mo Yan reminded him, and then left.
"Greetings, missy."
"Greetings, missy."
"Missy, you're back, this servant greets missy."
Guyue Mo Yan's expression was cold, and she walked quickly. Along the way, all the servants she met bowed to her.
She walked to the study room, and without reporting, she pushed open the door and entered.
In the study room, Guyue Mo Chen's back was facing her, and he was standing in front of the desk, practicing calligraphy.
"You're back?" Guyue Mo Chen did not turn around. Instead, he asked, "You've been scouting outside for more than half a month. How's the situation at the wolf's den?"
"Grandpa, how did you know it was me?" Mo Yan was stunned.
"Hmph, in the whole family, only you can rely on my love to break the rules and not even knock on the door. Who else can it be? " Guyue Mo Chen said in a reproachful tone. However, when he turned around, his expression was very gentle. He looked at Mo Yan with a smile in his eyes.
Mo Yan pursed her lips. "If we're talking about doting, Grandpa actually dotes on his younger brother more. It's just that my younger brother is going to be in power in the future, and grandfather is very strict with him. Others can't understand this kind of love. "
He paused for a moment before asking, "Grandpa, why was I beaten up? When I asked him, he lied. I couldn't force him, so I came to ask Grandpa. "
Guyue Mochen's expression turned serious. "You still haven't answered my question."
He put down his pen, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down.
Mo Yan had no choice but to report, "The wolf den is almost full. Based on this rate of reproduction, although there won't be a wolf tide this year, there will definitely be a wolf tide next year."
Guyue Mochen asked again, "There's a wolf tide every three years, so it's not rare. But how many Thunder Crown Wolves are there in that wolf pack? "
"About three," Mo Yan replied.
Guyue Mochen nodded and relaxed. The Thunder Crown Wolf was the leader of the wolf pack. When the wolf tide attacked the village, it was the most troublesome existence.
Three Thunder Crown Wolves was not a lot, because there were three villages on Qing Mao Mountain. Each village shared one wolf, so the pressure of the wolf tide would be greatly reduced.
"Grandpa, you still haven't told me about my younger brother," Mo Yan said unwillingly.
"There's no harm in telling you. Mobei was beaten up by someone. Once seven days ago, and the second time today. He was beaten up in front of the school gate, and he fainted on the spot both times, "Guyue Mochen said with a smile.
"Who had the guts to knock out my younger brother?" Mo Yan stared at him.
"It's his classmate, Fang Yuan. He did a good job … "Guyue Mochen laughed out loud.
Mo Yan's eyes widened, and she asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what do you mean? Mobei is your grandson! "
Guyue Mochen looked at his granddaughter deeply, and said earnestly, "Mo Yan, you're a girl, so you might not understand. Failure and humiliation will make people improve. Without failure, you can't make a mature man. "
"Mobei was beaten up, and that was his own failure. As soon as he woke up, he started to learn from the guards. This is a kind of improvement. And this improvement was brought about by Fang Yuan, who woke him up. As his sister, if you really want to love him, don't interfere with his growth. Fang Yuan is only a C-grade poor boy, and Mobei is B-grade. He has us behind him, and sooner or later, he will step on Fang Yuan. "
"Leave this opponent to Mobei. In a woman's life, she needs friends and lovers. In a man's life, friends and lovers are not essential, but he can't lack opponents. Don't cause trouble for Fang Yuan, understand? This is a matter for the younger generation. If you get involved, you'll be bullying the young. If you break the rules, others will look down on us. "
Mo Yan opened her mouth a few times, but under Guyue Mochen's gaze, she finally lowered her head and replied, "Yes, grandpa. I understand. "
She left the study with her head down. Even Guyue Mobei didn't notice that her eyes were shining with a different light.
"Grandpa, this is your way of spoiling your grandson. And I, Mo Yan, have my own way of doting on my younger brother! "Mo Yan already had another plan in mind.
…
In the inn's dining hall, there were a few tables with people sitting and eating, making the place seem a little lively.
One or two waiters were carrying plates of food, shuttling between the tables.
Fang Yuan sat at a table near the window, ordering a few dishes. He looked out the window as he ate.
In the sky, the sunset glow was like fire, quietly burning.
The sun was already halfway down. It gazed at the earth for the last time, and the afterglow was its reluctant gaze.
The mountains in the distance were already covered by the twilight. On the nearby streets, there were people returning home. Some were barefoot farmers covered in mud, some were herb gatherers carrying medicine baskets, some were hunters carrying pheasants, wild boars and other prey, and some were Gu Masters. They wore blue martial attire, looking capable and capable. Their heads were tied with headbands, and their waists were tied with wide belts.
This belt was very particular. A Rank one Gu Master would wear a green belt, with a copper plate on the front, and the word '1' on the copper plate.
Rank two Gu Masters' belts were red, with a metal plate in the center, and the word "2" was carved on it.
Fang Yuan sat by the window and observed for a while. He saw six or seven Rank one Gu Masters, most of them young. There was also a Rank two Gu Master, a middle-aged man.
As for Rank three Gu Masters, they were usually clan elders. Rank four Gu Masters were the clan leader, the head of the village.
Rank five Gu Masters were very rare. In the history of the Guyue clan, there were only the first generation clan leader and the fourth generation clan leader.
"Actually, observing a clan's strength is a very simple matter. As long as you find a place to sit in the village and observe the passersby for an hour, and see how many Rank one Gu Masters and Rank two Gu Masters there are, you can see the clan's foundation and strength. "Fang Yuan combined his five hundred years of experience and came up with this conclusion.
In the case of the Guyue village, out of the twenty passersby on the streets, there would be six Gu Masters. Among these six Gu Masters, there would be a fifty percent chance that there would be a Rank two Gu Master.
The Guyue village relied on this strength and foundation to occupy one of the best resource points in Qing Mao mountain. It could be said to be the overlord of Qing Mao mountain.
But Qing Mao mountain was just a small corner of the vast southern border. The Guyue village in the entire southern border could only be considered a lower middle class clan.
"I've only just started cultivating, and with my Rank one initial stage cultivation, I don't even have the qualifications to roam the southern border alone. I need at least Rank three strength to travel far. "Fang Yuan ate a mouthful of food and sighed in his heart.
Qing Mao mountain was too small, and could not contain his ambitions. He was destined to leave.
"Haha, Guyue Fang Yuan, I've finally found you." At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over with a sinister smile.
"Hmm?" Fang Yuan turned his head slightly and saw that the man's face was waxy yellow, and he had drooping eyebrows, but he was tall and muscular. At this moment, he walked over with big strides and crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking down at the young Fang Yuan who was eating. His slender eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Fang Yuan, do you know that you're in big trouble? Hehehe, you actually dared to hit our Mo family's young master, and now the young lady, Mo Yan, is looking for you everywhere. "The middle-aged man laughed coldly. He used his gaze to size up Fang Yuan, faintly emitting a threatening aura.
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