"I will send Tongtang girl back to Miaojiang this time. The journey is long and I may not be able to come back after the New Year."

In the Zhangjia Manor, Zhang Moye held his newborn son in one hand and sat beside his wife Feng Yuhan's bed.

He gently stroked his wife's slightly pale and thin face, and he said to his wife:

"You have to take good care of yourself. When I come back, I will take you to visit famous doctors. Oh, when you were wandering around with me, I didn't care enough about you, and it actually caused you to fall into the root of your illness. This is all my fault."

"Brother, don't say that."

Feng Yuhan showed a gentle smile on his weak face. She held Zhang Moye's hand with her cold hands, and she said:

"My brother is good enough to me. Yu Han is satisfied with being able to experience so many things with me in this life. I just hope to have another child for my brother and let the Zhang family's blood pass on again."

"Brother, you don't have to worry about me."

My cousin back then is now a wife, but the name of Zhang Moye is still as gentle as that of the past.

She patted Zhang Moye's wrist gently, and she chuckled and said:

"I see that sister Tongtang has a friendship with her brother. If she is a hero in the world like her brother, she should have a few confidants. Brother, don't hurt sister Tongtang's heart because of me."

"What are you saying? I said, this life will not disappoint you. Do you think I am joking with my stupid sister?"

Zhang Moye pretended to be displeased and reached out to knock on his wife's forehead, causing Feng Yuhan to let out a cry of pain.

The couple was like fighting as a child, and woke up the baby in Zhang Moye's arms. He started crying loudly. Feng Yuhan glared at her husband dissatisfiedly, reached out to take his son, and she said to Zhang Moye:

"Brother, let's send sister Tongtang home earlier. The climate in the Western Regions is not as good as Miaojiang. I have been upset when I see her irritable these days, and I guess I miss home."

"Um."

Zhang Moye looked at his wife with guilt. He reached out to help Feng Yuhan brush his long hair and said:

"I'll set out in a few days and I'll be with you more."

After February, Zhang Moye and Tong Tang returned to Miaojiang, western Hunan. The witchcraft masters were extremely happy. Their own witches made a big name in the Western Regions and followed the leader of the Demon Sect to subdue the head of the Holy Volcano, which also made the low-key witchcraft master famous.

A few days later, Zhang Moye wanted to say goodbye and leave, so he asked the witch Tongtang to relieve his love affair.

"But... the love Gu cannot be solved."

The quirky witch gave Zhang Moye the answer.

"Love Gu can only be used once in a lifetime. Miaojiang witches have only used them for those who love each other. We, the Miaojiang women, are very loyal to love, and have identified a person who will follow them for a lifetime."

The witch dressed in Miaojiang sat on the windowsill and looked at the bright moon in the night sky. She turned around and looked at Zhang Moye with a calm expression. She chuckled and said:

"Brother Zhang, are you angry?"

"No."

Zhang Moye said in a cold tone:

"I have adapted to this love Gu, and suppressed it with the function of the Blood Sea Demon, so that I will not fall in love..."

"Brother Zhang will kill it."

Tongtang witch waved her hand and said dissatisfiedly:

"Kill it, just kill it with Tongtang. Anyway, my brother is tired of me being ignorant, right?"

"What are you saying?"

Zhang Moye shook his head and said:

"In order to help me win Taoyang, you will lose your essence, blood and life, and create a war Gu for me. I will never forget your kindness in my life. I can promise you anything, but Xiao Tongtang, this only thing about love... cannot be forced."

"whispering sound"

The witch sneered, and she jumped into Zhang Moye's body, pecked Zhang Moye's lips like a dragonfly, lowered her head and pressed her ear to Zhang Moye's chest.

She whispered:

"Brother Zhang doesn't know that this love pot can make the two of them have a close relationship... Brother said that love should not be forced, but that's not what you said in your heart."

"Forget it."

The witch Tongtang took a step back and reached out to push Zhang Moye away. She turned around and said:

"Tongtang is just one step late. If I had known you earlier, I would be with my brother now. Sister Feng is so lucky...Tongtang is really jealous."

"But, Brother Zhang, what I said before is not a malicious curse."

The witch said softly:

"Sister Feng is in a depressed mood, probably related to the past events of the two of you. Her body is weaker day by day, and it is also because the knot in her heart is difficult to resolve. If you don't think of a solution, Sister Feng...is afraid it is..."

"You go, Brother Zhang, don't come to Miaojiang again in the future."

"Unless you are willing to accept Tong Tang's wishes, I will wait for you."

Under the moonlight, the Miaojiang witch was already full of tears, but she was stubborn and didn't want her lover to see it. How could Zhang Moye know the sound of tears?

But what can he do?

That night, Zhang Moye left Phoenix City and returned to the Western Regions.

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October of the fifth year of Zhengding.

Zhang Moye passed through Shu and was walking in the mountains. He accidentally met a crazy half-grown child.

"Bang"

In the Sichuan and Shu Mountains, Zhang Moye did not use a knife, but used two fingers to control the tall and large eyes in front of him, half of his face and face paralyzed, and tall boy.

"Hey, what's your name?"

He looked at the crazy boy in front of him. The latter didn't even seem to say anything, but would roar like a wild beast.

But he has a strange kung fu, quite exquisite, and can use special mechanism weapons.

"The man in the Momen?"

Zhang Moye looked at the boy in front of him in surprise, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on his forehead, gently pouring the true energy in his body into his brain, reducing the pain in his mind slightly.

Seeing that the young man's strange pair of eyes were restored to clearness, Zhang Moye's face was serious.

He said to the quiet boy in front of him:

"Have you learned some evil martial arts? How did you make your brain marrow get hit like this? You will be out of your way to meet me a few days later."

The boy lowered his head and said vaguely:

"I learned the forbidden technique in the sect. I was afraid that my master would scold me, so I sneaked out. Thank you for saving me."

"Hero, hehe, I'm not a hero."

Zhang Moye sat on the stone and said to the boy in front of him:

"The people in the world call me a devil. Who is your master? Are you a man in the Mo Sect?"

The boy nodded and said:

"My name is Ai Dacha, I am a disciple of the Mo Sect, and my master is a master of the contemporary Mo family."

Speaking of this, there was still a hint of pride on his face.

He said:

"My master is very skilled and I have talent, so I want his master to see my ability so that he will not scold me all day long, saying that I will not follow the right path and will only be clever."

"He scolds you every day?"

Zhang Moye said in a strange tone:

"He is bad to you?"

"Not that, the master is also for my own good."

Ai Dachao stared at his big eyes, grabbed his messy hair, and said:

"It's just that the master is more square and rigid. He wants me to become a decent hero in the future, but I don't like those rules and regulations. Since I'm learning the art of institutions, do you still have to follow the rules set by my ancestors?"

"I think what does this decent magic Tao have to do with the mechanisms I have learned? Magic Taoists also use mechanical skills."

The boy's words made Zhang Moye nod.

He patted his knees and said to Ai Dacha:

"You boy, you can see clearly. Indeed, it is not easy to distinguish the things in the world. Are there no bad people in the right way? Are the Demon Sect all bad people?"

"It's like killing someone with a knife, not blaming you for being misbehaved, but accusing the sword of evil, it's unreasonable."

The boy smiled.

In the past, he would have been scolded for saying these words in Mocheng, but today he met this elder brother who saved him, and felt that his mind became much lighter.

"Brother, you have great martial arts skills. Why don't I get along with you in the future?"

That night, Ai Dacha secretly said to Zhang Moye:

"I'll be a little pony for you. Teach me kung fu and follow you, you're much more free than being in Mocheng."
To be continued...