Gu Mang had suffered a lot in the school. Back then, he had violated the rules of a village and was severely reprimanded by the Murong Lian. But if the Murong Lian hadn't humiliated Gu Mang when he was young, and if Mo Xi had entered the school a few years later, and Gu Mang had accompanied him in his first training, then what would have happened on the path of exorcism?
It would have been a completely different beginning. A tolerant Murong Lian, a Gu Mang who hadn't been pushed into the mud, and a young man's fantasy of the school days …
Chong Hua, late spring.
At this time of the year, the pagoda flowers in the Mo manor had already bloomed. White and tender petals and yellow stamens covered the entire tree, exuding a sweet fragrance.
The young man Mo Xi stood by the window. At that time, he wasn't as tall as he was later, but he was already very tall and handsome. He had a pair of piercingly cold red phoenix eyes, dark pupils, light and thin lips, and an extremely high nose bridge. Compared to other noblemen of the same age, he didn't have much of the youthfulness left in him anymore. Hearing the knock on the door, Mo Xi turned his face and said, "Come in."
"Young Master, you'll be going to the Cultivation School tomorrow. Madam has prepared a lot of clothes for you to change into, as well as books, star charts, and paper for drawing talismans …"
"Put them on the table."
"Yes." The servant did as he was told and said, "Madam also asked if you're free tonight. She wants to take you to Xixia Pavilion to have a family banquet with Shi Rongjun."
Mo Xi said, "I still have a lot of things to pack. You don't have to take me."
"This …"
"If you don't have anything else, you can leave."
The servant retreated embarrassedly.
Mo Xi waved his hand and the luggage that his mother had packed for him on the table was instantly engulfed in a raging fire. The raging fire burned angrily, reflecting the young man's beautiful and cold face. In a short while, only a pile of ashes was left on the table …
The Shi Rong Jun mentioned by the servant was Mo Xi's uncle and his father's younger brother, Mo Xianting.
The bloodline of the Mo family was weak. Mo Xi's father did not have any biological brothers. Mo Xianting was adopted by his parents. His status was not on the same level as his elder brother. When Mo Xi was seven years old, his father died on the battlefield. Mo Xianting often came to the ancestral home to help out, doing things for his adopted brother's widow.
Mo Xi was originally grateful to this uncle of his. But one day, when he came back from studying late at night, he saw that his mother's door was slightly ajar and a faint candlelight was coming out from inside. He walked over and wanted to greet his mother, but as soon as his hand touched the door, he heard a strange noise coming from inside.
At that time, Mo Xi didn't understand what this meant. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to look inside.
But he saw it.
Two familiar silhouettes appeared in his eyes, but they were intimately entwined with each other. It was his mother, her black hair falling to her shoulders, and his late father's sworn brother, the man Mo Xie called uncle. Both of them appeared to be intoxicated with each other.
Mo Xi's mind was buzzing and his ears were buzzing. This man … dared to insult his mother like this, dared to do such a licentious thing!
A strong wave of disgust surged in Mo Xi's chest. He wanted to rush in and kill this man who was worse than a beast, but he also wanted to turn and leave immediately. But his bones and blood were cold, his hands and feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to do anything. Perhaps it was because his gaze was too hateful. As his mind was destroyed, Mo Xiating in the room seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head!
The youth and the man's eyes suddenly met!
A moment later, Mo Xianting's face revealed a kind of perverted hatred. He didn't feel the slightest bit of shame or fear. Instead, he became more and more arrogant, causing the ignorant woman to cry out.
He stared into Mo Xi's eyes and grinned eerily. It was as if, across life and death, he was madly provoking his adopted brother in the underworld.
Mo Xi didn't know how he left in the end. His mind was numb and his hands and feet were cold.
But he was a very precocious child.
So when he returned, he didn't cry or make a fuss. Even though he was so disgusted that he fell seriously ill and couldn't get out of bed for several months, he didn't say a word about it.
But worries were like a torrent. If you only blocked it, it would cause problems. Mo Xi's illness gradually healed, but the distortion in his heart became worse. His originally cold personality became more extreme. He became taciturn, paranoid, violent, and had a serious obsession with cleanliness. He didn't trust anyone and didn't make any friends. He didn't fit in with his surroundings. Once, a young master from an aristocratic family had teased him during a New Year's banquet and showed him a pornographic book. Without saying a word, Mo Mie gathered fire in his palm and burned the book to ashes.
"What are you doing?!" That young master with red lips and white teeth jumped up and said angrily, "You dare to burn this young master's book?!"
Mo Xi looked up coldly. "Why wouldn't I dare?"
"You, do you know who I am?! You're too presumptuous! "
"I don't care who you are as long as you give me this kind of thing again," Mo Xi said. "I'll burn your hand."
He wasn't pretending to be serious. He really hated sex and lewd words from the bottom of his heart. This had probably become a chronic illness that he couldn't cure in his life.
With such a family background, Mo Xi had long wanted to leave this residence with turbulent undercurrents and go to the Cultivation Academy to cultivate. But his uncle didn't let him have an easy time. He made up many excuses to the Emperor to not let Mo Xi leave the residence.
"Xue 'er is a filial child. He said he would mourn for his father for three years."
"Xue 'er's body is weak. He won't be able to last long in the Cultivation Academy. He hopes that the Emperor will allow him to rest for another year."
In any case, he would drag it out as long as he could.
At that time, Mo Xi was still a very young boy. Mo Xianting used to be his father's right-hand man and was also an honorable emperor. He knew that even if he complained to the Emperor, the Emperor wouldn't listen to a child's words. Instead, Mo Xianting might use this as a pretext to create a trap for himself.
Therefore, at the New Year's Eve banquet, the Old Lord asked him with concern, "Xue 'er, your uncle said that you're sick every few days and don't leave the residence often. You can't go to the Cultivation Academy for the time being. Do you have someone to nurse you back to health? If the medical practitioner invited by the family isn't effective, you can come to Shen Nongtai to choose one yourself. You're Qing Chi's only son. If you fall ill, after a hundred years, you won't have the face to be loyal and honest. "
Mo Xianting watched from the side. Seeing that the situation wasn't good, he was afraid that Mo Xi would suddenly make things difficult for him. He hurriedly smiled and tried to take over the conversation.
Unexpectedly, Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and said, "Thank you, Emperor, for your concern. I'm already much better."
Then, he glanced at Mo Xianting and pressed his lips together, "With uncle taking care of me, how can I not be well?"
Mo Xianting was stunned. The words of the lie that he had already prepared were at the tip of his tongue. Unexpectedly, it was useless just like that. For a moment, he didn't know what Mo Xi was thinking. But seeing that pair of eyes that were peaceful, calm, and flowing slowly and fiercely like molten gold, Mo Xianting felt a chill run down his spine and a layer of white sweat appeared.
But he still forced himself to be affectionate and affectionate, "Haha, we're all family. What are you saying, Xue 'er …"
After returning, Mo Xianting thought about it left and right. He felt that it was really embarrassing that he had been frightened by a young man. Thus, he hated Mo Xi even more.
Once, when Madam Mo wasn't around, Mo Xianting saw Mo Xi in the garden. He was wearing a cold robe embroidered with flying serpents and clouds and was reading under the verandah.
Although the child was young, his brows were extremely similar to the man who always suppressed him. They both had a cold and solemn appearance. Mo Xianting's anger rose. He walked towards Mo Xi and his shadow was cast on Mo Xi's book, "What are you doing?"
Mo Xi's fingers paused, but he didn't raise his head. After a while, he continued to read.
Mo Xianting's anger grew stronger and he said rather mockingly, "Oh, you're studying by yourself? What can you learn by yourself? You should thank the heavens for being able to form a spiritual nucleus. Hahaha, you're even more ignorant than your dead father and Mo Qingchi! "
When he mentioned Mo Qingchi, his expression was somewhat distorted, as if the name burned his tongue and he couldn't wait to spit it out.
"Now, your mother is mine and the Mo family is mine. Although I can't kill you, I can disgust you to death. You've seen it too. As long as I obstruct you, you can forget about spreading your wings and flying high. If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow to me and call me godfather three times. Perhaps I can be merciful and ask the Emperor to allow you to enter the Cultivation School next year. "
Before he finished speaking, a fiery light suddenly appeared in Mo Xie's palm. A scarlet spiritual whip swam out. Mo Xiating was caught off guard and was whipped in the face by the whip. In an instant, blood flowed out like a fountain!
"You! You —! "Mo Xianting was shocked and angry," Little bastard, you dare hit me?! I'm your elder!! "
"Mo Xianting."
Mo Xi slowly raised his face against the sunlight.
His brown eyes surged and his ice and snow bones were filled with coldness, "Don't forget who you are."
The spiritual whip in his palm exploded and turned into a Teng Snake that was as tall as four people!
Mo Xianting stared at the Teng Snake that was hissing and lying at Mo Xi's feet. He stared at the snake's eyes that were filled with blood mist and cried out, "Snake Transformation Whip?! You can actually summon … summon the Snake Transformation Whip??! "
"Although the Snake Transformation Whip is not a divine martial art, it has recognized the Mo family's legitimate son as its master for generations. It doesn't listen to me … "Mo Xi said as he closed the book. His slender fingers slowly stroked the Teng Snake's forehead. He suddenly raised his eyes and said fiercely," Does it still listen to you?! "
"Impossible … it's impossible!" Mo Xianting stammered and his face turned pale, "You … you're so young, how can you have such spiritual power?!"
Mo Xi didn't answer. His eyes surged and he put his hand back on the book. The Teng Snake slithered along the young man's leg that was wrapped in black dragon leather boots and finally perched at Mo Xi's side. Its red tongue was as red as blood and seemed to have the intention to attack. Mo Xi raised his hand slightly and stopped it from attacking. He said to the pale-faced man, "Not everyone in this world thinks as you think and hopes as you hope."
"Mo Xianting, although you've lived a few decades longer than me, there are many things in the Mo family that you won't understand in your lifetime."
Mo Xianting swallowed his saliva and suppressed the shock in his heart. His eyes flashed fiercely, almost paranoid, "What do I not understand? Your father is dead. So what if you're the orthodox?! So what if you're gifted and can summon the Teng Snake? "
Fear and anger intertwined. The man's neck turned red and his veins pulsed, "Yes, you're Young Master Mo — — Haha, but Young Master Mo, can you kill me? Can you go complain to Jun Shang? No matter how powerful you are, you're just a child whose father died before you even stepped out of the house! What can you do?! "
He suddenly raised his head and laughed, spittle flying, "Aren't you the same? You can't shed all pretense of cordiality with me. You have to watch your mother crawl under me like a dog and be trapped in the Mo Estate, unable to take a single step out! Haha, hahaha! "
His laughter was so ferocious and his expression so fierce that it made people feel that his fierceness wasn't to scare the young man in front of him, but to boost the courage of his lowly spirit.
Mo Xi didn't speak. If it was when he had just found out about his mother and foster uncle's scandal, these words would have destroyed his rationality. But it had been so long. His heart had long been torn to shreds, filled with blood and formed a hard callus. So he was expressionless. He remained calm and unruffled as he leaned back on the bench in the veranda. His legs were crossed and his elbows rested on the edge of the railing. He looked at Mo Xiating with a gaze that was both calm and harsh, and even a little pitiful.
Those eyes were exactly the same as his late father's.
When Mo Xiating finished laughing to himself, Mo Xi said coldly, "Yes. I can't kill you, just like how you hate me to death, but you can't kill me. You can indeed delay me and make it so that I can't enter the Cultivation Academy. But Mo Xiating — — "
He suddenly leaned forward, and the Teng Snake on his shoulder hissed.
The man couldn't help but take a step back.
Mo Xi narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Do you really think that I care?"
"Do you think that I can't cultivate after leaving the Academy? Do you think that because you did those despicable things to my mother, I'll take it too hard and commit suicide? Or do you think that just because you can restrain me for a moment, you can ruin my entire life? "
With every sentence he spoke, Mo Xiating's face turned a shade paler. In the end, his lips trembled and he couldn't say anything.
Mo Xi straightened his body. Under the pouring sunlight, half of his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half was exposed. His thin lips opened and closed, leaving behind two extremely cold words.
"In your dreams."
Mo Xi said this, and really did do it.
Mo Xiating was afraid of him, and even hated him. Although he couldn't do anything to him in the open, he used many tricks in the dark and delayed him year after year. But Mo Xi was as calm as still water. He never gave in. In the end, it was the Emperor who felt that the young master of the Mo family couldn't delay his studies any longer. So he personally ordered Mo Xi to enter the Academy to cultivate.
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