“He he, even Komoluo would not have imagined that our Shi Fu had deliberately plan and sent you, this disciple to Mu Yun Mountain Manor with the intention of giving you a place in the Central Plains martial arts world, so that when Bai Xue Cult entered the Central Plains, you would be the best inside spy man to not only confuse these famous sects, but you can also provide important information. However, now you and I are no longer willing to work for Bai Xue Cult.”
“Nonsense, since I am Manor Leader of Mu Yun Mountain Manor and hold the sword seed of Qian Yun Sword in my hands, I alone can command the martial world of the Central Plains in the future, why do I still have to obey Bai Xue Cult and that woman Kemoluo?”
“He he he, ” Ye Su touched the tip of Wen Qian Liu’s nose, “I just like how bad you are and how ambitious you are. Since you don’t want to be a puppet of the Bai Xue Cult anymore, you naturally have to use the power of the Central Plains martial arts to make the Bai Xue Cult truly disappear from Jiang Hu.”
“So I now rather hope that He Yunfeng can find Kemoluo, if it’s him, he might be able to kill her before Kemoluo’s cultivation is completed…” The corners of Wen Qian Liu’s mouth curved up into a smile, “But there is someone that I must get rid of in advance.”
“Who?”
“His disciple Mo Fei Chen, I guess he might have already learned from Li Bilian how I was able to attain the Qian Yun Sword, so I can’t let him be alive and see He Yunfeng again.”
“Perhaps he has already told your secret by now.”
“Not yet, the sect leaders from the righteous sects still hold me in high esteem, so I guess he only heard from Li Bilian that there is no evidence to substantiate his story. Even if he did, how many people would believe him? But even if he has no evidence, I don’t want him to…”
“What are the chances of him actually telling anyone? But he and ‘your Shi Di’s’ relationship are quite close, would he ……”
“Then you think of a way to get rid of both of them together.”
“Uh-huh… let me think about it, let me properly think about it.”
Mo Fei Chen was injured this time, so he had to stay at Yu Lin Sect for a day or two for the time being. And that very night, Qu Shaofeng also received a few letters from Luo Qingyu, Wei Ping Lan, Meng Yu and Li Du, all saying that they had met something on the way so they could not arrive at the tournament on time. No need to think about it, since it must have been the tricks made by someone from Bai Xue Cult. After all, if Qu Xiruo had ever married one of them, it would have meant a strong alliance between the two big sects.
Mo Fei Chen was lying on his bed bored to death that he didn’t expect Madam Qu’s personal maid to come in and bring him a set of clothes and a bowl of tasty porridge.
“Our family’s madam heard that the young master’s outer clothes were torn, so she sewed a new one for you. The young hero is wounded and cannot eat greasy things, so the lady had personally cooked a bowl of congee for you, with some freshly sliced river fish in it, so it won’t be tasteless.”
Mo Fei Chen’s heart trembled and he told that maid to express his proper thank you and gratitude. He touched that cream-colored coat, which was made of first class fabric, and suddenly remembered the poem, “The threads in the hands of a loving mother close, gaping holes in her wanderlust son’s clothes…” 1Wu Qing Yan had not raised him, this garment and this bowl of porridge were the only thing he had received from her.
“Eating congee, huh?” Lu Qingmo pushed the door in and saw Mo Fei Chen lying on the bed, while the congee was placed on the bedside.
“Hn, Lu Dage, didn’t you say that the poison had been cleared, but why is my back still tingling?” Did it hit the spinal nerve?
Lu Qingmo touched the area around the wound on his back with his fingers and laughed, “Don’t worry, you were hit by the numbing medicine. It’s probably because the effect of the medicine hasn’t dissipated yet.”
Mo Fei Chen was tickled by his touch as he withdrew his shoulders, “So we can continue our journey to Xi Yu tomorrow?”
“All right.” Lu Qingmo took the clothes Madam Qu had sewn and looked at them, but he seemed to have touched something in it.
“What’s the matter?” Mo Fei Chen brought his head over.
Lu Qingmo looked at it in front of the lamp, “Madam Qu has sewn the amulet (protective talisman) in, look… it’s ‘平安2’ .”
Mo Fei Chen blinked his eyes, turned his head over to the other side and continued to eat his porridge. Lu Qingmo did not say anything, but just draped his coat over Mo Fei Chen’s back and said, “Don’t catch a cold. I thought that Madam Qu had taken Miss Qu to the temple this morning to burn incense for their own sake, but I didn’t expect that Mrs.Qu was doing it for you.”
Mo Fei Chen’s bowl of porridge was already almost clear so you can see the bottom, he touched his mouth and gave a big smile to Lu Qingmo, “Madam Qu’s handicraft is really good!”
In the night, Mo Fei Chen was still as before lying on his back, but the numbness in his back seemed to have lifted, so he slowly got up, stretched and moved. He heard someone knock on the door of the room next to his, then he found a letter had slipped through his doorway.
Mo Fei Chen was shocked in his heart and not knowing why, he felt that something was wrong. It said on it that the mother and daughter of the Qu family had been poisoned. Mo Fei Chen rushed to push the door open and came out. Lu Qingmo who heard the noise, also came out, “Fei Chen! What’s wrong?”
“Madam Qu and Miss Qu probably have been poisoned!”
When he knocked on the door of Qu Shaofeng’s bedroom, the other party separated by the door and asked, “Mo Shao Xia, already this late, what’s the matter?”
“Sect Master Qu, you please quickly take a look at Madam Qu, Just now someone sent a message through my door saying that Madam Qu and Miss Qu have been poisoned!”
After hearing this, Qu Shaofeng lowered his head, only then he realized that his wife had not moved at all when she heard such a loud knock on the door, so he rushed to shake her awake, “Wife! Wife!”
Madam Qu still looked as if she was asleep, her breath was still there but no matter what, she couldn’t wake up. Qu Shaofeng rushed to his daughter’s room, and so did Qu Xiruo.
“What the hell is going on here——?”
Mo Fei Chen and Lu Qingmo sat at his table, pushing that piece of paper to the middle of the table.
“This is really strange…” Lu Qingmo rubbed his chin, “If their goal is still to threaten Sect Master Qu, then why did they slip this letter to Fei Chen?”
“Yes, it’s like they are threatening me.” Mo Fei Chen scratched his head. He believed that not many people knew that Madam Qu was his biological mother, “What kind of poison were they poisoned with?”
1
[Here’s the Poem: 遊子吟 by 唐 • 孟郊 慈母手中線， 遊子身上衣。 臨行密密縫， 意恐遲遲歸。 誰言寸草心， 報得三春暉。 YOU ZI YIN: “The Wanderlust Son’s Song” — by MENG JIAO (751-814) — Translated by Frank C Yue The threads in a loving mother’s hand close Gaping holes in her wanderlust son’s clothes. Closer, closer the stitches, as parting is near; “He might be late, late in return, I fear.” Even the inch-long hearts of the grass demand Repaying the Spring Sun’s nurturing hand. The Song of the Wandering Son was written in vernacular, which means that a loving mother uses the thread in her hands to sew clothes for her wandering son. A wanderer is usually a child who has travelled far from home, and a child is always a child in his or her mother’s eyes, regardless of his or her age.]
2[平安 means : safe and sound; without mishap; well]
“He he, even Komoluo would not have imagined that our Shi Fu had deliberately plan and sent you, this disciple to Mu Yun Mountain Manor with the intention of giving you a place in the Central Plains martial arts world, so that when Bai Xue Cult entered the Central Plains, you would be the best inside spy man to not only confuse these famous sects, but you can also provide important information. However, now you and I are no longer willing to work for Bai Xue Cult.”
“Nonsense, since I am Manor Leader of Mu Yun Mountain Manor and hold the sword seed of Qian Yun Sword in my hands, I alone can command the martial world of the Central Plains in the future, why do I still have to obey Bai Xue Cult and that woman Kemoluo?”
“He he he, ” Ye Su touched the tip of Wen Qian Liu’s nose, “I just like how bad you are and how ambitious you are. Since you don’t want to be a puppet of the Bai Xue Cult anymore, you naturally have to use the power of the Central Plains martial arts to make the Bai Xue Cult truly disappear from Jiang Hu.”
“So I now rather hope that He Yunfeng can find Kemoluo, if it’s him, he might be able to kill her before Kemoluo’s cultivation is completed…” The corners of Wen Qian Liu’s mouth curved up into a smile, “But there is someone that I must get rid of in advance.”
“Who?”
“His disciple Mo Fei Chen, I guess he might have already learned from Li Bilian how I was able to attain the Qian Yun Sword, so I can’t let him be alive and see He Yunfeng again.”
“Perhaps he has already told your secret by now.”
“Not yet, the sect leaders from the righteous sects still hold me in high esteem, so I guess he only heard from Li Bilian that there is no evidence to substantiate his story. Even if he did, how many people would believe him? But even if he has no evidence, I don’t want him to…”
“What are the chances of him actually telling anyone? But he and ‘your Shi Di’s’ relationship are quite close, would he ……”
“Then you think of a way to get rid of both of them together.”
“Uh-huh… let me think about it, let me properly think about it.”
Mo Fei Chen was injured this time, so he had to stay at Yu Lin Sect for a day or two for the time being. And that very night, Qu Shaofeng also received a few letters from Luo Qingyu, Wei Ping Lan, Meng Yu and Li Du, all saying that they had met something on the way so they could not arrive at the tournament on time. No need to think about it, since it must have been the tricks made by someone from Bai Xue Cult. After all, if Qu Xiruo had ever married one of them, it would have meant a strong alliance between the two big sects.
Mo Fei Chen was lying on his bed bored to death that he didn’t expect Madam Qu’s personal maid to come in and bring him a set of clothes and a bowl of tasty porridge.
“Our family’s madam heard that the young master’s outer clothes were torn, so she sewed a new one for you. The young hero is wounded and cannot eat greasy things, so the lady had personally cooked a bowl of congee for you, with some freshly sliced river fish in it, so it won’t be tasteless.”
Mo Fei Chen’s heart trembled and he told that maid to express his proper thank you and gratitude. He touched that cream-colored coat, which was made of first class fabric, and suddenly remembered the poem, “The threads in the hands of a loving mother close, gaping holes in her wanderlust son’s clothes…” 1Wu Qing Yan had not raised him, this garment and this bowl of porridge were the only thing he had received from her.
“Eating congee, huh?” Lu Qingmo pushed the door in and saw Mo Fei Chen lying on the bed, while the congee was placed on the bedside.
“Hn, Lu Dage, didn’t you say that the poison had been cleared, but why is my back still tingling?” Did it hit the spinal nerve?
Lu Qingmo touched the area around the wound on his back with his fingers and laughed, “Don’t worry, you were hit by the numbing medicine. It’s probably because the effect of the medicine hasn’t dissipated yet.”
Mo Fei Chen was tickled by his touch as he withdrew his shoulders, “So we can continue our journey to Xi Yu tomorrow?”
“All right.” Lu Qingmo took the clothes Madam Qu had sewn and looked at them, but he seemed to have touched something in it.
“What’s the matter?” Mo Fei Chen brought his head over.
Lu Qingmo looked at it in front of the lamp, “Madam Qu has sewn the amulet (protective talisman) in, look… it’s ‘平安2’ .”
Mo Fei Chen blinked his eyes, turned his head over to the other side and continued to eat his porridge. Lu Qingmo did not say anything, but just draped his coat over Mo Fei Chen’s back and said, “Don’t catch a cold. I thought that Madam Qu had taken Miss Qu to the temple this morning to burn incense for their own sake, but I didn’t expect that Mrs.Qu was doing it for you.”
Mo Fei Chen’s bowl of porridge was already almost clear so you can see the bottom, he touched his mouth and gave a big smile to Lu Qingmo, “Madam Qu’s handicraft is really good!”
In the night, Mo Fei Chen was still as before lying on his back, but the numbness in his back seemed to have lifted, so he slowly got up, stretched and moved. He heard someone knock on the door of the room next to his, then he found a letter had slipped through his doorway.
Mo Fei Chen was shocked in his heart and not knowing why, he felt that something was wrong. It said on it that the mother and daughter of the Qu family had been poisoned. Mo Fei Chen rushed to push the door open and came out. Lu Qingmo who heard the noise, also came out, “Fei Chen! What’s wrong?”
“Madam Qu and Miss Qu probably have been poisoned!”
When he knocked on the door of Qu Shaofeng’s bedroom, the other party separated by the door and asked, “Mo Shao Xia, already this late, what’s the matter?”
“Sect Master Qu, you please quickly take a look at Madam Qu, Just now someone sent a message through my door saying that Madam Qu and Miss Qu have been poisoned!”
After hearing this, Qu Shaofeng lowered his head, only then he realized that his wife had not moved at all when she heard such a loud knock on the door, so he rushed to shake her awake, “Wife! Wife!”
Madam Qu still looked as if she was asleep, her breath was still there but no matter what, she couldn’t wake up. Qu Shaofeng rushed to his daughter’s room, and so did Qu Xiruo.
“What the hell is going on here——?”
Mo Fei Chen and Lu Qingmo sat at his table, pushing that piece of paper to the middle of the table.
“This is really strange…” Lu Qingmo rubbed his chin, “If their goal is still to threaten Sect Master Qu, then why did they slip this letter to Fei Chen?”
“Yes, it’s like they are threatening me.” Mo Fei Chen scratched his head. He believed that not many people knew that Madam Qu was his biological mother, “What kind of poison were they poisoned with?”
1
[Here’s the Poem: 遊子吟 by 唐 • 孟郊 慈母手中線， 遊子身上衣。 臨行密密縫， 意恐遲遲歸。 誰言寸草心， 報得三春暉。 YOU ZI YIN: “The Wanderlust Son’s Song” — by MENG JIAO (751-814) — Translated by Frank C Yue The threads in a loving mother’s hand close Gaping holes in her wanderlust son’s clothes. Closer, closer the stitches, as parting is near; “He might be late, late in return, I fear.” Even the inch-long hearts of the grass demand Repaying the Spring Sun’s nurturing hand. The Song of the Wandering Son was written in vernacular, which means that a loving mother uses the thread in her hands to sew clothes for her wandering son. A wanderer is usually a child who has travelled far from home, and a child is always a child in his or her mother’s eyes, regardless of his or her age.]
2[平安 means : safe and sound; without mishap; well]
