Grudge Breaker

-"Mr. Mo, why are you here again?"

Hearing this voice, Mo Tingfeng was greatly shocked, his heart was agitated, and his lips actually trembled slightly.

"Mr. Mo?" The woman behind him called again.

His Adam's apple moved, he closed his eyes and opened them again, his hands unconsciously clenched tightly, and finally turned around slowly.

Sang Pu was as calm as spring grass, dressed in moon-white gauze, with jade hairpins and green silk like a waterfall, looking at him with a smile but not a smile. Life was a dream, everything seemed to be seeing him for the first time. Unknown to him, his surroundings had changed from the Liu family to Wuqingju - the special place in the courtyard a thousand years ago.

"Sang..." He murmured lowly, but could no longer form a complete sentence.

The person he had thought about for thousands of years was right in front of him. He had never seen Sang Pu like this since the day of the Tianzhi Minggui Festival. Mo Ting couldn't control her temperament, so she instantly teleported to Sang Pu and hugged her tightly.

"I'm afraid Mr. Mo's move is untimely. Although Sang Pu lives in Yanliu, he is not a casual person." Even so, she did not struggle and her tone was very soft.

"Long time no see. I really...miss you so much."

Mo Tingfeng did not let go, his face looked extremely painful and extremely happy. How could he not know that he was in an illusion, but he just wanted to sink into it for the rest of his life, no matter what the reality was, no matter what the backlash was, he didn't care.
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"It's not like I just saw it a few days ago. The kite flew really far that day."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door, and the boy's voice came from outside the door, "Mr. Mo, do you want to continue playing hut with the girl? The young one has already prepared everything."

He let go of the person he was thinking about in his arms and asked, "Do you want to continue playing hut?" He asked cautiously, just like himself before.

"Young Master Mo, aren't you afraid that the content of this investment is that you will accompany me to kill people and set fires, rob homes and homes, and become bandits?"

"Then I will kill people and set fires for you, rob homes and homes, and become bandits."
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Sang Pu smiled lightly and opened the door to let the boy in. He took the remaining seven character cards pressed with ink sticks from the tables by the window, folded them and put them into the throwing pot.

She casually threw the arrow into one of the pots, "Why don't you, Mr. Mo, watch it for me? If you want to regret it, just tear off the word card."

Opening the word card, I saw it said: Be a man for a day.

Mo Tingfeng coughed softly to hide his smile, "It's really an interesting wish. I wonder what kind of man the girl wants to be for a day? As long as she is not an emperor, general or minister, I should be able to do something about it."

Sang Pu looked at him quietly, then lowered his eyes as if thinking about something, then raised his head for a moment,
"I want to be with you one day."
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His heart skipped a beat, and Mo Tingfeng suddenly remembered what she said thousands of years ago. Sang Pu, do you know that I have been trying to forget you every day for these thousands of years, and I don’t want to be myself every day.

Suppressing the pain of the backlash, he smiled softly at her, "Okay, I am a very boring person. My day... I don't want to bore the girl."

"Then let's do it tomorrow. Mom and I will ask for leave. Could you please pick me up early in the morning?"

The next morning, when Sang Pu appeared in front of him with his hair tied up, wearing an emperor's green robe and a sapphire belt decorated with white marble, Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but lose consciousness again. He looked like a young man with a picturesque face and a gentle breeze.

"If you were a man, I'd be afraid that there would be countless men like Long Yang in this world." "Master Mo, why have you become so speechless lately? You come from a famous family, so please be self-possessed in everything you do."

Mo Tingfeng smiled and carried Sang Pu onto the horse. He also climbed onto the horse and came close to her ear, "It is clear that if you want to be me for a day, you must accept the real me. This is what I am thinking at this moment, Mo." My admiration for girls can be learned from heaven and earth, and there is no need to hide it." After saying this, he lightly shook the reins and rode towards the headquarters of the Mo family.
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He had been practicing his sword, Qi, and calligraphy all morning, and Sang Pu followed his example. After a few hours, he only felt sore in his limbs and could hardly lift his arms. Mo Tingfeng asked her to rest many times, but she just shook her head and found it enjoyable.

The afternoon was originally his time to deal with various ministry matters and discuss matters with core sect members, but today was different. He made arrangements early and took him out of the Mo family headquarters. Sang Pu was a little reluctant, thinking that Mo Tingfeng had agreed to let her live his life for a day, but he changed his mind midway.

"I haven't changed my mind, I just want you to experience the day that I miss most. Sang Pu... I have been waiting for this day for a thousand years."

Sang Pu chuckled lightly, "Why did Mr. Mo learn that glib skill? After waiting for a thousand years, is it possible that one day is like a thousand years apart after not seeing each other?" Mo Tingfeng did not say anything, but gently held her hand.

He took her to listen to books in the tea house, go on a boat trip to the lake, play Cuju in the paddock, gorge on Guijie Street, watch the Kongming Festival at night, and admire the moon in the mountain temple; he talked with her about various schools of thought, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, folk customs, fairy tales, and the geography of the four seas... until The sky turned fish-white before he reluctantly sent her to the door of the other courtyard.

"Thank you Mr. Mo for a day that has allowed me to live a completely different life. I am very satisfied." Sang Pu thanked him sincerely and turned around to leave. Mo Tingfeng reached out to hold her, with a thousand words in his eyes that could not be expressed in words.

She turned around and said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

The two of them just stood in front of each other as if time and space had stopped. The silence made the surging emotions deafening.
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"Can I see you again?" After a long time, Mo Tingfeng asked the words that stuck in his mind.

"Does the young master have to go on a long journey?" He shook his head.

"Does the young master want to escape into Buddhism?" He shook his head.

"Young master, do you want to marry a wife? You will not be allowed to enter the gate of the other courtyard in the future?" He shook his head.

Sang Pu smiled, "I stay in Wuqingju every day and have no plans to become a monk for the time being. There seems to be no risk in other courtyards. I wonder if the answer is satisfactory to you, sir?"

She wanted to take her hand away, but he held it tighter, wanting to engrave the person in front of her deeply into his bones.

"Sang Pu, do you think I am any different from before?" The more he sinks into this, the more painful his heart becomes. The black robe on his body always reminds him that he is the master of Si Chen.

She smiled faintly again and said, "Buddha teaches that there is no form and no dwelling. Does it matter whether it is the same as before or different?" She said with her hand out, bowed slowly and turned around to enter the courtyard gate.

Mo Tingfeng looked at her back in despair. Perhaps he was aware of that gaze. Sang Pu turned around again and looked at him for a long time.

"Master Mo, all kinds of choices are reincarnation."
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As Sang Pu's words fell, all the scenes around Mo Tingfeng began to collapse and rebuild. Various environments such as Fanhua Courtyard, Sichen Mansion, Mohist Headquarters, Wuqingju, Buzhuang, and Liu Family appeared overlapping and out of sequence. Many familiar faces flashed by, countless voices chattered in my head, and the world was spinning for a moment...

There were several shrill crows from the roof of Liu's house. Inside the house, Mo Tingfeng stood upright like a zombie, with dark red viscous liquid flowing out of his ears.

His love-killing prohibition has already broken through the taboo red line, but unfortunately, the owner is unaware of it. Seeing no one around, his whole life is as dangerous as morning dew!