Reverend Insanity: Section 31: Fang Yuan, you are in great trouble!

"I practiced basic boxing for seven days in a row. I couldn't think of only supporting two moves in Fang Yuan's hands, and he was stunned again. Shame, shame!" Gu Yuemo Bei was full of shame and anger.

In the yard of his house, he banged against the wooden man, punching and kicking constantly, making a bang.

At this moment a chuckle came: "Brother, do you have a deep hatred against Mu Ren, hate it so much?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Gu Yuemo Bei's face was loose, she stopped attacking, and turned her head: "Sister, you are back!"

"Well, the family has assigned a reconnaissance mission and went out for more than ten days ..." Gu Yuemo Yan replied with a smile. She is the sister of Mobei and is now a second-tier mid-level puppet master.

But her face changed quickly, and a sharp look came out of her eyes: "Brother, what's wrong with the scar on your face? Who bullied you?"

"Ah, it's okay. I accidentally walked and wrestled. I caught it." Mo Bei's face flashed with confusion, and a reason was confusingly. He didn't want his sister to know what he was so stingy about. The dignified and separated future power holder, Gu Yuemochen's grandson, was beaten unconscious twice in a row.

Fortunately, it is not him who is unlucky, everyone else has a share.

"Oh, yes, then you have to be careful. By the way, you have to train your fists, this won't work. If you don't increase your defense, you will have to stick a thick cloth. This will protect your Hands and feet are not harmed. "Gu Yuemo Yan told a few words and left.

"Miss Miss."

"Good morning, Miss."

"It's the young lady who is back. The slaves met the young lady."

Gu Yuemo's face was cold and sprinting. The domestic slaves encountered along the way, all bowed to salute.

She walked in front of the study without shouting.

In the study, Gu Yuemochen turned his back to her and was standing at the desk to practice writing.

"Come back?" Gu Yuemochen didn't look back, but asked directly, "What has happened to the wolf's nest after more than half a month of reconnaissance?"

"Grandpa, how do you know it's me?" Mo Yan frowned.

"Hum, the whole family, except you can rely on my favor to break the rules and not even knock on the door. Who else can?" Gu Yuemochen rebuked, but turned around, His face was very mild, looking at Mo Yan with a smile in his eyes.

Indifferent face: "To say that petting, in fact, grandpa will pet more younger brothers. But the younger brother will be in power in the future, grandpa will be strict with him, and the human body will not see this petting."

Pause for a while, and ask again, "Grandpa, why was my younger brother beaten! I just asked him, he lied. I didn't try to force it, so I had to ask Grandpa."

Gu Yuemochen's face suddenly looked like: "You haven't answered my word yet."

He lowered his pen, pulled over the chair, and sat down slowly.

Mo Yan had to confess: "The wolf nest is almost full. At this rate of reproduction, although there will be no wolf tide this year, there must be a wolf tide in our cottage next year."

Gu Yuemochen asked again: "Basically there will be a wolf tide every three years. This is not unusual. Just how many thunder-crowned wolves are in that wolf group?"

"About three," Mo Yan replied.

Gu Yuemochen nodded and relieved. The Thunder Crown Wolf is the leader of the wolf pack. When the wolf tide hits the cottage, the most difficult existence exists.

Three thunder-crowned wolves are not too many, because there are three cottages on Qingmao Mountain. Each cottage shares one, and the pressure of the wolf tide will be greatly reduced.

"Grandpa, you haven't told me about my little brother yet." Mo Yan asked unwillingly.

"It's okay to tell you, Mobei was beaten, one time seven days ago and the second time today. It was prostrated at the gate of the academy, and both were unconscious on the spot." Gu Yue Mo Chen laughed In the way.

"Who is so bold and stunned?" Mo Yan stared.

"It is one of his classmates, called Fang Yuan. He played well ..." Gu Yuemochen grinned loudly.

Mo Yan's eyes widened, and he asked puzzledly, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Mo Bei is your grandson!"

Gu Yuemochen took a deep look at his granddaughter, and said earnestly: "Indifferent face, you are a girl and you may not understand. Failure and shame will make people progress. Without failure, it is impossible to temper a mature man. Man. "

"Mo Bei was beaten. It was his own failure. As soon as he was awake, he began to ask the guardians for boxing and kung fu. This was an improvement. And this progress was brought by Fang Yuan to wake up His. As his sister, if you really want to take care of him, don't interfere with his growth. Fang Yuan is just a poor boy of the third grade, Mobe is a second grade, and we are behind him, sooner or later Will step Fang Yuan under his feet. "

"Leave this opponent to Mobei. In a woman's life, she needs relatives, friends, and loved ones. In a man's life, relatives, friends, and loved ones are optional, but they must not lack opponents. You should not go to the trouble of Fang Yuan, Do you know? This is a matter for the younger generation. When you join in, you are bullying the small ones. If you break the rules and conventions, others will look down on us. "

Mo Yan opened her mouth several times, but under the gaze of Gu Yuemo Chen, she finally lowered her head and answered, "Yes, grandpa. Granddaughter understands."

She dropped out of the study, even Gu Yue Mobei didn't find it—her eyes kept shining with a different light.

"Grandpa, this is how you love your grandson. And I have a way to care for my younger brother!" Mo Yan already had another idea in his heart.

...

In the dining room of the inn, there are several tables with people sitting and eating food, so it seems a little lively.

One or two guys served dishes and walked freely between the tables.

Fang Yuan sat at the table near the window, ordered a few dishes, and looked out through the window while eating.

On the horizon, the sunset glows like fire, burning quietly.

The sun has set more than half, it finally stared at the earth with nostalgia, and the afterglow was its reluctant look.

The mountains in the distance have been covered by twilight. On the nearby street, there are crowds returning home. Some are barefooted, soiled farmers, some are herb collectors carrying medicine baskets, some hunters are carrying pheasants, wild boars, and other prey, and some are puppet masters. They often wear smart blue uniforms. A headband is tied around the head, and a wide belt is tied around the waist.

This belt is very particular. One turn of the master is a cyan belt. The front is inlaid with copper plates. The copper plate has a "one" on it.

The belt of Erzhuanshi is red, with an iron plate in the middle, and the word "two" is engraved on it.

Fang Yuan sat by the window, observed for a while, and saw six or seven turn masters, mostly young people. There is also a second-generation translator, a middle-aged man.

As for the three-turn masters, they are usually already old. Four turns is the patriarch, the master of a village.

Five-turned puppet masters are rare. In the history of the ancient Yue clan, there were only one generation of patriarchs and four generations of patriarchs.

"In fact, observing the strength of a family is very simple. Just find a place in the cottage, carefully observe the pedestrian for hours, and see how many of them are one-turn and two-turn teachers. See the family ’s heritage and strength. ”Fang Yuan combined his five hundred years of experience and summed up an experience in his heart.

As far as Guyue cottage is concerned, there are twenty pedestrians walking on the street, among them there are six puppet masters. Among these six puppet masters, there is a half chance that there will be a second transfer puppet master.

Guyue cottage is relying on such strength and heritage, occupying one of the best resource spots in Qingmao Mountain. Called the overlord of Qingmao Mountain.

But Qingmao Mountain is just a small corner in the vast southern Xinjiang. Ancient Yue Shanzhai can only be regarded as the middle and lower ethnic groups in the entire southern Xinjiang.

"I am just practicing now, but I have n’t even had the qualifications to go to the south of Xinjiang in my first practice. I have to have at least three skills to travel far." Fang Yuan ate a dish, and With a sigh in my heart.

Qingmao Mountain is too small to carry his ambitions, he is destined to leave.

"Haha, Gu Yue Fang Yuan, finally found you." Just then, a middle-aged man came over with a smirk.

"Huh?" Fang Yuan turned his head slightly, and saw that the other person's face was waxy yellow and his eyebrows were hanging, but he was tall and muscular. At this time, he strode over, arms folded in his chest, staring down at the young man Fang Yuan who was sitting and eating, a gleam of cold light flashed in his slender eyes.

"Fang Yuan, do you know if you have a big catastrophe? Hey, you dare to hit our young master in the Mo family, now the young lady Mo Yan is looking for you everywhere." The middle-aged man sneered constantly. He looked at Fang Yuan with his eyes up and down, exuding a forceful momentum.

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