Han Xuanchang held his hands and then slowly stretched out, staring at Han Mo, "Mo'er, do you know that having this idea is a ruthlessness. If this matter is made public, you will fall into danger, and even... there will be many people in this clan who are enemies of you." After a pause, he said word by word: "Do you know that your grandfather sent the word "Ding" and what is the deep meaning of it?"

Han Mo actually knew that Han Zhengkun sent the word "Han Zhengkun was indeed given a name for Lin'er, but as the eldest grandson of the second wife, Han Zhengkun gave the name for Lin'er, so naturally he did not come casually, and always had meaning.

Before Han Mo could answer, Han Xuanchang said: "The so-called 'concentration' means to calm your mind and calm your energy. Many times, if you don't move, you will be like a mountain, and you will be stable and peaceful!"

Han Mo shook his head and said, "Father forgot!"

"What?"

"Forgive the child, the last words of grandpa and grandpa are Gan and Kun respectively. Now there is the word "Ding", why is it not Ding... Qiankun?" Han Mo's eyes were sharp.

Han Xuanchang's mouth moved and finally said, "Mo'er, you are young and energetic. It's okay to say these words in front of your father, but... what you say today should not be spread out, otherwise it will inevitably cause trouble!"

Han Mo leaned forward slightly and said, "That father said, it proves that his father also felt that we might become Indra flowers that were absorbed by nutrients... Otherwise, there would be no "disaster"." He stood up, walked slowly to Han Xuanchang, looked at his father very respectfully, and whispered: "Father, I am your son. No matter what difficulties and obstacles are there in front of him, even if it is a sea of ​​fire, the child will follow his father... What are your worries in your heart, why not explain them to the child?"

Han Mo saw Han Xuanchang's words and expressions, and knew that Han Xuanchang must have noticed many things. He did not tell him many things clearly, not to hide them, but to protect himself.

Han Xuanchang's eyes showed a soft and kind look, but soon became serious again, and he asked in a low voice: "Mo'er, do you know what is the basis for my Korean clan to be able to do today?"

Han Mo said seriously: "One is to rely on the ancestral shade, and the second is the harmony of our Korean people for a hundred years."

"No," Han Xuanchang sighed softly, "All family is harmonious, everything is prosperous, and the country has been established. My Han tribe has been through generations. The descendants of the Han tribe have kept in mind the teachings of their ancestors, be humble in everything, be harmonious in brothers, be kind and filial. It is because generations of descendants keep this word to the present, that they can reach this day." He stared at Han Mo and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to violate the teachings of your ancestors and start a civil strife?"

"Father!" Han Mo's voice became stronger: "It's not the child's disobedience, but...!" He did not continue, but the expression in his eyes was enough to make Han Xuanchang understand.

Han Xuanchang shook his head and said, "Your uncle is the pillar of my Korean tribe. No matter what he does, we must do our best to support him. Although he has many things that have not been revealed to us, maybe... he has his own difficulties. Your uncle has always been thorough in thinking about things. He will definitely let us know what we should know. If we don't let us know, it will make sense. Don't be suspicious and misunderstand your uncle." Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and lowered his voice: "Now your uncle has taken our Korean tribe with him, and he has almost mastered the government affairs, but there are many eyes staring at us. Those opponents, both open and secret, are almost always thinking about knocking our Korean tribe into the abyss, so no matter what, this time... is definitely not the time of civil strife!"

Han Mo frowned and didn't say anything.

"I'm talking to you today, just to instruct you to be careful in your actions from now on. All the Han tribes, the Han tribe, will follow your uncle, break through the thorns, and there is no way out." Han Xuanchang said seriously, and then added: "Your uncle is the eldest son of my Han tribe, the eldest son, and he is in orthodox position, so... we must all support him with all our strength!"

Han Mo frowned and said, "What if there really is that day, my father is going to do?"

Han Xuanchang pondered for a long time before saying, "There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain!"

"I hope there will be a way out then." Han Mo looked calm and said something. He could only hear a hurried cry from outside: "Master, something is wrong, something happened!"

Han Mo was like lightning and rushed out. He saw a servant waiting in the academy, with a little flustered expression on his face. Han Mo had not yet asked, but he heard a wave of scolding coming from the front yard. The Minister of Rites' Mansion covers a huge area, and the academy is still a long way from the front yard. Although the sound could be heard faintly, what he shouted was not real for a while.

Han Xuanchang also came out with his hands on his back and frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so panicked?"

The servant from the old house hurriedly replied, "Master, young master, there are hundreds of scholars gathered in front of the mansion and shouting..." He looked at Han Mo in a panic, but did not dare to continue.

"What's the matter?" Han Mo asked in a deep voice in a bad mood.

"Those people...they are calling out and scolding the young master...the young master goes out and gives them an explanation..." The old servant said carefully: "They also said that if the young master doesn't go out to see them, they...they will block the door and not leave!"

"Stupid!" Han Mo snorted coldly, stepped forward and left.

Han Xuanchang shouted: "Mo'er, you can't go. They are all *, I will send someone to disperse them!"

Han Mo turned around and asked, "Father, it took only a few hours for the child to enter the city. They blocked the door so quickly. The child really couldn't figure out how they had such great ability and got the news so quickly?"

Without further ado, hurry to the mansion.

In front of the Minister of Rites' Mansion, the martial arts and servants in the mansion were all on high alert, hundreds of people were holding weapons in their hands, and the door of the mansion was closed. When Han Mo arrived, he heard shouts coming from outside the door.

"Han Mo, you have no talent and no virtue, you are proud of your contributions and destroy the lives of thousands of warriors in Dayan. Do you still want to be a turtle with your head? "

"There is no talent, but underestimating the enemy to advance. What qualifications do you have to command my elite soldiers of Dayan?"

"Come out quickly. Give an explanation to the people of the world?"

"Thousands of dead souls can cover up this way?"

The people of the Han family were all indignant. When they saw Han Mo coming, everyone saluted. A martial artist had already come up and said, "Young Master, these people outside are talking nonsense and cannot tell the truth. They gathered to make trouble. The young master said the order and opened the door. We went out to beat them all over the ground for teeth!"

"Yes, young master, these guys are too much, I have to teach them a lesson!"

Everyone came over, ready to rub their hands, and just waited for a command to open the door and go out.

After coming to the capital, more than 30 martial artists who followed from the East China Sea had no place to use their skills. They all wanted to take this opportunity to show off their skills, and they all seemed extremely excited.

Now that the Korean clan is becoming more and more powerful, these martial artists want to take this opportunity to make contributions, and they may be able to get a job at all.

Han Mo was wearing light clothes, looking extremely handsome, and his face looked very calm. His eyes as dark as stars stared at the vermilion gate of the Minister of Rites' Mansion, carrying his hands on his back, and a strange sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he ordered: "Open the door!"

Several mature and polite servants looked at each other, and an old servant came forward to persuade, "Young master, these people are scholars, but they are all unreasonable people... But after all, they are scholars. If they really attack them, they are afraid...!"

"I can pay attention to it, just open the door." Han Mo said lightly: "I want to see if they want to slaughter me or cut me!"

No one dared to say anything again at the moment, so a few servants came forward to lift the door bar, then slowly opened the door, and heard the "qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq

The martial artists were about to rush out, and Han Mo said coldly: "Don't move anyone!"

His voice was astonished, and all the martial artists were stunned, but no one dared to rush out.

Han Mo slowly walked out of the gate with his hands on his back and stood in front of the mansion. Two lanterns were hung under the eaves in front of the mansion. A large number of people blocked the door of the mansion, and many people were holding torches. At the fire, the group of people were wearing long robes and wide sleeves, and they knew they were scholars at a glance.

Han Mo stood in front of the door, standing straight like a pine. The eyes of these scholars were immediately staring at Han Mo. Seeing Han Mo's elegant temperament, they all looked at each other.

"I am Han Mo!" Han Mo glanced at everyone and said lightly: "You want to find me, I'm here now. What do you dare to do to me?"

Everyone was shocked. In fact, all the scholars present knew Han Mo's name. Han Mo defeated the iron horse riding of Wei under Nanyang Pass and became famous all over the world. The streets and alleys of Yan State were even more praised. Many scholars present once praised Han Mo with each other.

However, this group of people received news that Han Mo was proud of his achievements and covered the sky in the Northwest Army. In order to make greater military achievements, he led the four thousand Erlang alone into the Shannan Army, underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, and fell into the trap of the Wei army. The four thousand soldiers were almost wiped out.

Han Mo made military achievements and was praised by people to the sky and exaggerated ten times, but now he has suffered a slight defeat, he has been magnified countless times. The students who entered Beijing to take the exam have a very strong prejudice against the Han family and hate Han Xuandao very much, hated Han Xuandao, and hated the house and the wuwu. Han Mo lost. The group of scholars immediately started to clamor, communicated in series, and spread rumors everywhere, which made Han Mo's statement messy.

The scholars were useless. Because of the murder of the three talents, scholars all had great resentment towards Han Xuandao. However, with their ability, it was impossible to cause a substantial blow to Han Xuandao today. However, Han Mo's failure gave them an opportunity. In their eyes, being able to suppress Han Mo is undoubtedly a blow to Han Xuandao.

But they did not expect that the Northwest General, who was famous all over the world, would be such a young and handsome young man.
Chapter completed!