Mozi looked at Dongfang Ningxin. At this moment, his eyes were not only happy but also relieved. They were not as serious as before, and his dark and thin face was full of smiles.
"Miss, let's go see the young master. The young master has been waiting for you for sixteen years. After sixteen years, there is finally a person from the Mo family who has made a difference and avenged the young master."
At this point, Mozi choked up again. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he was a strong-willed man. Today, he frequently felt the urge to cry.
Sixteen, they had been waiting and hoping, but they were already disappointed, but the young master's daughter came and gave them a big surprise. Half of the young master's great revenge was avenged.
Dongfang Ningxin was not polite at all. She also wanted to see her father. She wanted to see what Mo Ziyan, the God of War, looked like. She wanted to light three sticks of incense for her father, Mo Ziyan. Dongfang Ningxin felt more at ease.
He nodded and followed Mozi inside.
"Miss, who are these?" At this time, the twelve personal guards of the Mo family saw Xue Tianao and the others.
"They are my friends. I brought them to meet my father." Dongfang Ningxin answered simply. Looking at everyone, her eyes were still calm. Although they were friends, she would definitely not be able to bring her to Cangqiong Mountain.
In general, especially the way Dongfang Ning Xinxin looked at Xue Tianao was unusual.
The twelve soldiers of the Mo family have been influenced by Mo Ziyan, a genius with both civil and military skills, since they were young. They are by no means just rough guys with only martial arts. When they saw Dongfang Ningxin looking at Xue Tianao, they certainly understood what this consciousness meant. After many years
The lonely life in the barren mountains made them like the excitement more than usual, so they shouted to the crowd.
"That's great. The young lady has brought her future uncle here. The young master must be very happy now."
"That's right, that's right, when the young lady and uncle come together, let alone sixteen years, the young master can wait for a few more years."
When Dongfang Ningxin heard this, her steps stagnated. She wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't. They just let the crowd squeeze her and Xue Tianao together.
Wuya, who was alone on the periphery, looked at the group of people walking forward and shouted very dissatisfied.
"Are you judging a book by its appearance? Why do you think that ice-faced girl is your future girl even though there is a young man like me, who is as beautiful as a tree in the wind?"
"Young man, let's go. Our lady doesn't like your behavior." The last one, Mo Chou, pulled Wuya with great courage, and the whole group walked towards the white tent. It was the 12th day just now.
The direction in which the bodyguard knelt and worshiped.
"Is he my father? Is he the white-clothed general admired by everyone in Tianli - Mo Ziyan?"
Dongfang Ningxin pointed to the lifelike figure in front of the tent and asked, his voice choked up intermittently.
As soon as Dongfang Ningxin stepped into the camp and saw the layout of the camp, she couldn't help but burst into tears. At this time, she really didn't know how to thank these twelve uncles.
This is my father's tomb, and it is also the most special tomb in the world, because this tent is Mo Ziyan's tomb.
Mozi nodded and looked at the man in white on the throne, with a calm and yearning smile in his eyes. "Miss, this camp is exactly the same as the commander's camp set up at the Tianli battlefield when the young master was ordered to face danger.
Although the young master is the commander-in-chief of an army, except when he is on the battlefield, he usually wears a white robe, even in the military camp.
The twelve of us were the young master's personal soldiers. At that time, we were also the only generals under the young master who could fight and lead troops. Four of the twelve of us stood behind the young master and followed him every day, and the other eight were responsible for the affairs of the military camp.
Miss, you see, the young master usually sits in the position of the commander like this and then gives orders to the soldiers. No matter how dangerous the situation is, the young master can think of countermeasures while talking and laughing."
Mozi pointed at the man in white sitting on the main seat in the center of the military camp. Yes, the most special thing about this tomb is the man in white sitting on the main seat. That is the wax figure of Mo Ziyan.
If she hadn't known that Mo Ziyan was dead, Dongfang Ningxin would have thought that her father Mo Ziyan was sitting there looking at her with a smile. With that look in his eyes, Dongfang Ningxin would not believe that her father Mo Ziyan was dead.
Already.
Wearing a white gauze with splashes of ink, he sat leisurely on the main seat. There was a faint and distant smile on his handsome face. If it weren't for the wisdom and sharpness in his eyes, Dongfang Ningxin wouldn't believe it.
His father was a white-robed general who was admired by all Tianli soldiers, because Mo Ziyan was like a banished immortal, not at all like a general whose hands were stained with blood and whose orders could cost the lives of people.
Dongfang Ningxin, Xue Tianao, Xiao Shenlong and Wuya stood at the entrance of the tent, looking at the "Mo Zi Inkstone" motionless.
With slightly raised eyes, distant smile, and spotless clothes, time seemed to go back sixteen years ago. They saw Mo Ziyan sitting there giving orders to retreat from the enemy one by one. They saw Mo Ziyan
Even though Yan shoulders the heavy responsibility of the world, he still has an optimistic and calm heart.
Mo Ziyan should be like this.
"He deserves to be remembered by the world forever." Xue Tianao said his first words after arriving at the top of Cangqiong Mountain.
A man who always has a calm smile, a man who is talented but reserved and calm, a man who is unparalleled in his splendor, lazy and leisurely, such a man.
Xue Tianao looked at Dongfang Ningxin who was kneeling down, and knelt beside Dongfang Ningxin without any reluctance. He was Mo Yan's future husband, and it was right to kneel down and worship his future father-in-law.
A man like Mo Ziyan, in addition to envy and admiration, makes people unable to feel even a trace of jealousy. It is his Xue Tianao's honor to come to pay homage to Mo Ziyan.
The little Shenlong quietly looked at the "Mo Zi Yan" who looked at him with a smile, and felt a little itchy somewhere in his heart. If his father was still alive, would he be like Mo Zi Yan?
If his father also had a group of such personal guards who would never leave him until death, could he also see what his parents looked like? Unfortunately, he didn't, and neither did his father.
The little divine dragon looked at Mo Ziyan with respect. That man had a pair of tolerant and wise eyes, which made people want to get close. Unknowingly, the little divine dragon also knelt down beside Dongfang Ningxin. In that direction was Mo Ziyan.
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When Wuya saw this posture, he knelt beside Dongfang Ningxin. He didn't know what kind of person Mo Ziyan was, but he could tell from a wax figure that Mo Ziyan was extraordinary.
A man with such magnificence, a man who can be followed by his bodyguards like this, is a real man, without any hesitation or reluctance in Wuya.
Boom, boom, boom.
The four people kowtowed in order. They were the descendants who came to worship their ancestors, and they were also soldiers who obeyed military orders.
"Sir, the wait is finally here."
The twelve Mozi people stood behind Dongfang Ningxin, and almost at the same time stretched out their hands in front of themselves, and then wiped away their tears.
Although the young master's great revenge has not been avenged yet, seeing the young master's daughter, they believe that the great revenge will be avenged sooner or later.
"Miss, get up. The young master doesn't like people kneeling on him every day." Twelve people from Mozi stepped forward and helped the four Dongfang Ningxin up.
"Uncle Mozi, thank you, I finally know what my father looks like." Dongfang Ning bowed deeply to his heart. This wax figure is so lifelike, with its expression and movements that it would not be possible if he were not the closest person to him.
Mo Ziyan, her father is not cold-eyed or aloof, he is like an immortal, he smiles at the ups and downs of the world, and he looks at the world with wise eyes.
"Miss, please don't do this. This is what we should do. Don't thank us. If you want to thank us, it's us who want to thank you. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be us. We guard his tomb as if we were guarding him.
It's the same with the young master, only in this way can we have the motivation to live."
There is no pretense in Mozi's words. They live only for Mozi Inkstone in this life. Without the tomb of Mozi Inkstone, they would be like rootless grass, floating in the wind.
"Miss, the young master likes to be clean. We never light incense in front of the young master. You go and whisk the dust for the young master." Mo Shen handed a piece of white cotton cloth to Dongfang Ningxin's hand and motioned to Dongfang Ningxin to touch the "Mozi Inkstone"
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"Okay" Dongfang Ningxin took the white cotton coat and let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes.
Her father likes to be clean, and she knows a little more about it.
"You go too." Another person next to him handed another piece of white cotton to Xue Tianao.
Xue Tianao was stunned for a moment and immediately took it. "Thank you."
"There is no need to thank us. You are the person chosen by the young lady. We trust the young lady's vision." The Twelve Soldiers said.
"Don't worry." Xue Tianao solemnly nodded. He didn't promise any oath of eternal friendship or oath to protect him to the death. He just said, "Don't worry."
Mo Ziyan's twelve soldiers nodded with satisfaction. This man was just like their young master. He didn't make promises lightly, but he would definitely fulfill his words.
The lady's taste is not bad.
Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao came to the wax figure of Mo Ziyan, and when they looked closer, they realized that the wax figure could not be summed up perfectly in one sentence.
The folds on the clothes, the fine marks on the nails, the lines on the skin, the fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the deep worries hidden between the eyebrows.
Mo Ziyan's wax statue is very clean, truly spotless. The twelve soldiers of the Mo family knew that Mo Ziyan loved to be clean, so how could they let a trace of dust get on Mo Ziyan's body.
They asked Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao to wipe the dust of Mo Zi Inkstone, just so that they could have a close look at Mo Zi Inkstone.
After all, this is the first time Mo Ziyan and Mo Yan, father and daughter, have met.
Knowing that the wax figure was extremely clean, Dongfang Ningxin and Xue Tianao were careful and gently wiped it from beginning to end.
"ah."
When Dongfang Ningxin wiped it to the end and saw the trace of white hair in Mo Ziyan's inky black hair, Dongfang Ningxin finally couldn't help crying.
"Mo Yan."
Silent and moving, standing there, no one doubted that they were father and daughter.
"Xue Tian'ao, why, why did he die so early, why?" Dongfang Ningxin lay in Xue Tian'ao's arms, and the emotions that had been suppressed for several days finally came out.