"Why would the priest, who is as glorious as the moon, be interested in restoring the country? However, as long as he is willing, it is very possible to unify the entire continent..."
"..."
There was endless talk.
"Hmph, the toad wants to eat the swan meat!" A rather high-pitched voice shouted, covering everyone else's voices.
The table that made the noise was a group of children sitting at the window. They all looked to be between twelve and thirteen years old, three boys and six girls.
These children are all wearing neat white clothes with the same style, with a lotus embroidered on the collar. They must be from the same family. The only difference is the material of their clothes and the accessories on their bodies. Some are luxurious and some are ordinary...
"Yes, yes, how dare a person like you even think of Priest Kazama? That's ridiculous!" someone echoed.
"There are so many shameless people these days, but a daughter who is looking at graves is worthy enough to dream about the priest Kazama, and not even urinate to look after herself."
"Even, even, she's not afraid of the smell of corpses smelling like Priest Kazama..."
"It's just a charming little face to confuse people."
"...|"
The person who was maliciously criticized by this group of children was also a girl.
The clothes she wore were the oldest and the materials were the roughest, but she looked very good. At this moment, her face was flushed, her head was lowered and her mouth was tightly pursed, and she did not dare to say a word.
"Okay, okay, you guys, why are you not here to criticize Jiuzi again? We are both descendants of Mojiapu, and we should love each other." A gentle-looking young man smoothed things over.
"Brother is just soft-hearted. Humph, what kind of Mojiapu is she? If we hadn't helped her family, she and her drunkard father would have gone to beg for food!" A girl in gorgeous clothes pouted.
"Okay, Han Luo, stop talking!" The young man's face darkened slightly.
"Huh, I can't eat when I look at her face." Mo Hanluo threw his chopsticks and left.
"We don't want to sit at the same table with her. It seems that we have stayed in the cemetery for a long time. Who are we trying to scare with a dead face all day long?" Other boys and girls also got up and left the table.
The gentle young man sighed and looked at the girl named Mo Jiuzi gently: "Jiuzi, they just have a bad mouth, don't take it to heart..."
Mo Jiuzi's pretty face turned red and white, and he lowered his head: "I'm fine..." Then he raised his head reluctantly: "Cousin, you don't believe me either? I... I really dreamed about the wind several times.
The priest is exactly the same as he was in the car today."
The gentle young man sighed, "It's not surprising that you would dream about him if you like him so much."
"But...but I still dreamed about him teaching me kung fu...them, why don't they believe it?" Mo Jiuzi murmured.
The gentle young man didn't answer her anymore, but patted her shoulder: "Okay, it's getting late, go and have some rest. We have to go on a journey tomorrow..."
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The night is as cool as water.
Mo Jiuzi was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, when there was a light knock on the window.
Her heart moved, and she hurriedly put on her clothes and stood up. She opened the window and took a look. She was stunned for a moment. Her eyes suddenly became hot and she called out in a trembling voice: "Master Priest!"
Smoke surrounds the cold water, the moon surrounds the sand, and a person stands floating outside the window.
He was wearing a white robe, and his black hair was casually tied up with a hosta, and spread behind him like a splash of ink. Behind him was the dark blue sky, and he was standing there, as if even the bright moon had become his background.