Martial God Development Plan

The man was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart, thinking that if I made a mistake, it was not my fault. So after apologizing, he said, "I can't keep my mouth shut, and I'm sorry for offending you two. But you two are close in age, talented and pretty, and you don't need to talk when you work. You are one body, and you look really well matched. Hey... If I made a mistake, it's really not my fault. If you come here, I'm afraid nine out of ten will think the same way as I do."

After he finished speaking, he probably realized that Mo Yu, whose face turned cold, was not someone to be trifled with, so he immediately ran away without a trace.

This man's intuition was quite accurate. Mo Yu was just about to start scolding him, but his running made it impossible for Mo Yu to find a unit to cast spells. You must know that when she was scolding people in Luohe Pavilion, the disciples would stand still and receive the scolding. She had never encountered such a situation before. Moreover, she felt that it was a bit too much to chase after him and scold him, so she stood there for a while, not knowing how to move forward or backward... Besides feeling angry and shy, she also felt inexplicably happy and proud. As for why, it was probably because she was still brooding over Ji Zhao's words that he did not treat her as a woman.

Volume 6: White Horse and Silver Spear Shining on the Snow and Moon: Chapter 4: Not Understanding My Own Heart

Outside Taixuan City, there is a desolate suburb.

Tang Cheng, wearing a black robe, buried the stolen body of the Dong Taoist priest and erected a tombstone for him. However, when he thought of what to write, he was at a loss because he was not a particularly educated person. He was the type who could read but had no literary talent.

"You did unnecessary things."

Behind Tang Cheng was a woman who was also wearing a black robe. She was particularly small and looked like a child. Her features were blocked by the black robe, with only two strands of long silver-white hair hanging in front of her chest. When she spoke, her voice was ethereal, as if it came from outer space.

"What if someone with ulterior motives notices this?"

Tang Cheng held the carving knife in his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't believe that such cowardly words came from the mouth of the legendary invincible Feng Ji."

The woman called Feng Ji said calmly, "The will of the King of Qin."

"..."

These words left Tang Cheng speechless. He sighed softly and looked at the tombstone of the Dong Taoist priest, speechless for a long time... Until the end, he still could not understand the Dong Taoist priest and could only witness his end from afar.

"Dispersed like dust..."

The voice of King Qin was heard. He was like a ghost, appearing beside the two of them at some point. His voice was cold and harsh, filled with contempt and arrogance that went straight to the heart. Everyone who heard this voice felt a panic. Even Tang Cheng, with his cultivation level, could not escape the shock. He felt his heart was so heavy that he had to use all his strength to breathe just once.

"It's a blessing... whether it's this guy or him."

The King of Qin did not clearly point out who the "he" in this sentence was, but Feng Ji and Tang Cheng understood that this "he" could only refer to Ji Zhao.

"Why don't you do it yourself, or let me do it for you?" Feng Ji turned her head slightly, "In a battle like that, it wouldn't be surprising if the prince was killed in an instant. Besides, in a close combat at that distance, it's impossible to save him even if you want to."

This was something Feng Ji couldn't understand. The King of Qin had always shown extraordinary concern for Ji Zhao, the 'prince', but when it came to the desperate battle, he didn't care about the outcome at all. This...

"I've said it before." The King of Qin said calmly, "Whether it's the Taoist or him, it's the same no matter who turns into dust and disappears in the wind... If he dies, that's also a result."

Feng Ji said, "I don't understand."

"You may never understand," the King of Qin said, "because you lack something."

"what?"

"Heart."

"Heart?" Feng Ji was slightly stunned, then she reached out and pressed her hand on her chest, "I have a heart, do you want to dig it out and take a look?"

These horrifying and bloody words were spoken by Feng Ji in an ordinary, natural and ethereal voice, which gave people a strange sense of terror and made people feel creepy.

"My true heart is not here." However, the King of Qin did not react at all. He shook his head with a deep look in his eyes. "I hope you can understand it one day."

Feng Ji asked: "Can't you tell me?"

"No."

"why?"

"......" Feng Ji was answered by a long silence. After a long, long time, the King of Qin slowly spoke and whispered, "Because, I don't understand my own heart either."

......

Ji Zhao and Mo Yu were resting at noon. They sat on the street and ate some dry food. Mo Yu swallowed a mouthful and suddenly said, "In the afternoon, let Fu Caige come to your side instead."

"Hmm?" Ji Zhao was thinking about the matter of Feng Ji's blood. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses when he heard Mo Yu say this. "Oh... Master Mo, do you have anything else to say?"

"...No, I just think it would be better to switch with her." Mo Yu felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to smooth the hair by his ear.

"Will it?" Ji Zhao took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand, his voice a little unclear, "I think I cooperate well with Master Mo, why do you think it would be better to switch with Senior Sister Fu?"

————Ji Zhao really didn’t want to be alone with Fu Caige. He felt that he would be harassed by her for the entire afternoon, so he spent some effort to keep Mo Yu, who for some reason wanted to change people.

"No..." Mo Yu's ending tone was a little long, lacking her usual sharp temperament. She paused slightly and lowered her voice a little, "Because, we are always misunderstood... It's very inconvenient, those who say it out loud are fine, we can still explain it, but those who don't say it, who knows, they may think so in their hearts... What do you think?"

Ji Zhao didn't care: "We don't care what others think, as long as we have a clear conscience, that's all."

"...As the saying goes, people's words are scary, and accumulated criticism can destroy one's character." Mo Yu regained his usual temperament at this point, and said neatly, "Even if you have a clear conscience, it is wrong to do it even though you know it will cause misunderstandings, because we cannot control other people's mouths and hearts."

"I don't mind..." Ji Zhao, who actually didn't mind at all, said this with a brave face. Then an idea flashed in his mind and he said, "But, it's not possible to change Senior Sister Fu. It's absolutely not possible."

"Absolutely not...?" Mo Yu was a little confused about what the situation meant. "What does it mean?"

Ji Zhao spread his hands and said, "Master Mo, don't forget that Senior Sister Fu is a beauty known throughout the states. When she was in the Golden Sword Sect, the number of people who came to propose marriage every day was enough to form a martial arts school, let's say our Luohe Pavilion. How many brothers and sisters like Senior Sister Fu, and how many people come to Mount Daizong every day just to see Senior Sister Fu... If she comes here, won't that be even more troublesome?"

"......" Mo Yu's words were usually quite sharp, but that was because she had the advantage of being a master and her disciple was foolish. In other words, she only knew how to play to her advantage. There were not many times when she really argued with others. She was a little overwhelmed for a moment. After two or three breaths, she finally squeezed out a sentence from her throat, "Yes... yes."

As soon as he said this, Mo Yu felt something was wrong, so he said, "Then...then, let's change to an ancient song."

This made Ji Zhaogan speechless. He squinted his eyes and said, "It would be better for me to do it alone... Besides, if she comes, she will be exposed. Just imagining that scene makes me want to run away."

When Ji Zhao said this, he had more or less realized something, so he asked, "Master Mo, do you hate me? Don't you want to be with me?"

"?!" Mo Yu never expected that Ji Zhao would suddenly say such a thing. Her body froze for a moment. When she came to her senses, she opened her mouth in panic to deny it. However, before she could say anything, two hands, one on the left and one on the right, gently rested on their shoulders, followed by a soft and clear female voice.

"How could that be... Xiao Yu'er told me that you are her favorite disciple."

Volume 6: White Horse and Silver Spear Shining on the Snow and Moon: Chapter 5: Lifelong Events

Ji Zhao had already guessed who the person was. He turned around and saw the woman he had seen with Gu Qu a few days ago. At that time, he only thought she looked very similar to Mo Yu from a distance, but with a melancholy temperament. Now that he was closer, he could see many differences. This person did not have the sharp and sharp temperament of Mo Yu at all. Although she looked younger than Mo Yu's sister and was as tall as Mo Yu's sister, her posture and movements had a charm that was precipitated by time, so that when she stood with Mo Yu, Ji Zhao could guess her identity at once.

However, even though he had guessed, he still had to follow the procedures, so Ji Zhao asked, "Master Mo, who is this...?"

Mo Yu was in a state of panic because of this woman's revelation. Fortunately, the technique she practiced was the orthodox Xuanmen technique, which had the effect of clearing the mind and eliminating evil spirits. After a breath of internal energy, she finally calmed down a little and pretended to be calm and replied, "It's my mother, Mo Zhi. She lives in Taixuan City."

"It's Madam Mo." As his shoulder was being held down by the other party, Ji Zhao didn't make any big moves. He clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I am Ji Zhao, Master Mo's favorite student and favorite disciple. I am honored to meet you."

Mo Yu was somewhat stunned. Ji Zhao had been praised by Liu Hanying, who called him 'always steady, conscious of advances and retreats, and able to see the big picture'. Mo Yu also agreed with this. Among the disciples who were in their teens and had practiced a lot of magic skills and even went crazy from time to time, Ji Zhao was indeed the most reliable one. Although he was not serious on weekdays, he was also prudent and mature. Who would have thought that he would say something so obviously meant to amuse a stranger he met for the first time?

(Note 1)

Mo Yu didn't know that Ji Zhao had just killed the Taoist who represented a ray of hope. If he was happy, let's put it this way. If he heard Ji Tan's "You're awake" when he woke up, he would probably be so happy that he would pick up his cheap second sister and spin her around. When the latter asked in a panic "What...what are you doing!", he would say to her meaningfully, Han Gongqiu's favorite sentence, and have a good time as a riddler.

In other words, when Gu Qu did something stupid, he was willing to waste his precious time to cooperate with her. Even when Han Gongqiu, the catchphrase thief, set up a trap that would make people say "you'll understand sooner or later", Ji Zhao was willing to become the supporting actor and let her enjoy being a riddler... Yes, it was that pleasant.

"Haha, she's a girl who can talk..." Mo Zhi rolled up her hair with her hands and chuckled. She didn't have the sad look that Ji Zhao and Gu Qu had when they first met her. Ji Zhao didn't know which one was the real her.

Mo Zhi came and sat down next to Mo Yu... There was limited space on the steps, and when she sat over there, she naturally pushed Mo Yu over to that side.

Mo Yu was squeezed, and his arm was almost touching Ji Zhao's. It was the end of June, and the weather was hot. They were not wearing much clothes, so they could clearly feel each other's body temperature and touch. Mo Yu felt something was wrong, but he felt that if he took the initiative to bring up this matter, it would seem that he cared too much. For a moment, he was embarrassed to bring it up, so he had to secretly use his internal energy to calm himself down.

[“The pure soul is clear, the bright blue sky is bright…”]

(Note 2)

"You guys really came at a bad time." Mo Zhi didn't notice her daughter's shyness at all. She spoke naturally, but didn't turn the topic to Ji Zhao right away. "The earth dragon turned over... Wangzhou hasn't experienced such a big earthquake in hundreds of years. Now that the martial arts conference is imminent, you, Luohe Pavilion, will have to work hard for a while."

If it was someone else saying this, Mo Yu would probably respond with some very official words, but since the person who spoke was her biological mother, Mo Zhi, she responded directly: "It's okay, the Pavilion Master is the one who really took the trouble, my side is nothing."

"That's right..." Mo Zhi sighed, "Your elder brother has to worry about the country and the people, consider the situation in the martial arts world, and take care of the disciples and masters in the pavilion. He has encountered these unfortunate things during his trip. It's really hard work. As a sister, you should care about him more and do more within your ability."

"Of course I am doing it." In front of Ji Zhao, Mo Yu did not want to be scolded like a child. She raised her chin slightly and spoke in a calm tone. Because she was facing her mother, her tone was less sharp than usual, and there was a hint of pride in it. "I am the youngest master in Luohe Pavilion."

Mo Yu has been a master for five years. She is the same age as Ji Bei. When Ji Bei was still studying in Luohe Pavilion, Mo Yu had already become a master with her own strength. Looking at the history of Luohe Pavilion, there has never been a master as young as her... But if we talk about exaggeration, it must be Liu Hanying who is more exaggerated. According to the tradition of Luohe Pavilion, the Pavilion Master of Luohe Pavilion has to be a master for a while, but Liu Hanying skipped it directly.

"Your elder brother is not worried about this kind of thing." Mo Zhi paused and said, "What he is worried about is actually your lifelong event."

"......?!" Hearing this, Mo Yu was a little embarrassed, and her tone was a little hurried, "Mother... why do you have to say this in front of my disciple? Besides, isn't he much older than me?! Why are you worried about me?!"

It's no wonder that Mo Yu reacted like this. You have to know that Liu Hanying is seven or eight years older than her, but the older one is urging the younger one. How can this be possible? ! It's simply the opposite of the heavenly power!

Furthermore, Mo Yu had always maintained a cold and capable image in front of his disciples, but when he met his family, he turned around and urged them to get married. This...

Mo Yu no longer dared to look at Ji Zhao's expression. Although she knew that Ji Zhao was not a bad character like Ji Tan, this kind of thing...

"Master Mo now knows how to be shy." Ji Zhao spoke at this time, smiling, "When she usually scolds her disciples, she always says, 'There is nothing in life that cannot be told to others.' Why is it that now that Madam Mo has just opened her mouth, she doesn't want the disciples to listen?"

Mo Yu felt ashamed and angry when she heard this. She didn't understand why Ji Zhao, who was usually gentle and polite, had been so lively recently. But with Mo Zhi beside him, she couldn't put on airs as a teacher and suppress him by force. But she was unwilling to swallow this anger, so she reached out to pinch Ji Zhao's thigh and gave him a warning look, so that he would know that even with his mother beside him, it was not the time for him to be unruly!

However, Mo Yu and Ji Zhao's hands were originally close together. As soon as she moved her hand, Ji Zhao immediately noticed it. In addition, Mo Zhi was beside her at the moment, making it difficult for Mo Yu to use her internal energy. There was no reason why Ji Zhao could not block it. The moment Mo Yu stretched out her hand, he reacted immediately, grabbed Mo Yu's slender wrist with his backhand, and held it tightly in his hand.

PS Note 1, except for Han Shou, the psychological age of most characters in this book depends on their age and experience. For example, Ji Tan, who is mysterious at the beginning, but when you remove the filter, she is actually only seventeen years old, a stay-at-home girl who has never gone out for a long time. Another example is Nan Xue, who looks mature, but is actually just autistic, has strong stress resistance, and can endure hardships... At least during the Luohe Pavilion period, there is no need to view characters of the same age as too mature.

Note 2 From the Xiayin Pavilion's Tianqing Jue

Volume 6: White Horse and Silver Spear Shining on the Snow and Moon: Chapter 6 is Me!

Among the many masters in Luohe Pavilion, Mo Yu is the weakest one, on par with Han Gongqiu, with an overall rating of B, and no unique characteristics. She herself admits that if they really fight, she may not be a match for Xiu Yiyin... And for Ji Zhao today, Mo Yu has no advantages over him except for having more internal energy. Now that Mo Zhi is by her side, she doesn't even dare to use her internal energy. It's impossible for her to be Ji Zhao's opponent.

"you......!"

Mo Yu glared at Ji Zhao in embarrassment, but because Mo Zhi was beside her, she didn't dare to do more. Ji Zhao, who was in a very happy mood, smiled and quickly mouthed to Mo Yu, "Master Mo, you started it first" - at this distance, Mo Yu, as a warrior, should be able to see it.

Mo Zhi's martial arts skills were average, and because of the angle, he couldn't see the interaction between Ji Zhao and Mo Yu at all. He was quite satisfied with what Ji Zhao had just said, and immediately praised: "That's exactly the truth... Men should get married when they are old enough, and women should get married when they are old enough. This is not something that should be hidden from the public. As for your eldest brother, you know his situation, but that's really unreasonable."

"No... It's not about that." Mo Yu was grabbed by Ji Zhao's wrist, and she didn't know what to say. The lack of logic in her words was like Ji Tan's chest... At the same time, she also tried to break free from Ji Zhao, but because she didn't want to be discovered by Mo Zhi, her movements were very small and she failed. "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Ji Zhao did have some sense after all. He did not hold Mo Yu forcibly. He let go of her hand when he thought it was almost time. Mo Yu glared at Ji Zhao hatefully, with a threatening look in his eyes as if to say 'just wait for me'. Ji Zhao pretended not to see it.

Mo Yu, who had calmed down a little, realized that what he had just said was meaningless, and immediately added hastily: "Besides, I'm not that old."

The Yan Dynasty was an era that valued late marriage. Mo Yu was in her early twenties, so there was nothing wrong with saying this. But if she were in the Guang Dynasty, she would be a pure old maid at this age.

"If you have a lover, I won't say anything." Mo Zhi said, "But you have been in Luohe Pavilion all year round, and you have hardly gone out. You have come into contact with people of your own age. The people you have come into contact with the most are the other masters in the pavilion. Yunxiao is in his thirties or forties, but he is still so lazy. You must not be interested in him, not to mention Master Xuan. As for the legendary thief saint, even mentioning him is an offense. Tell me, you haven't even seen any young talents who can get some shut-eye all year round. How can a mother rest assured? How long can a girl's beauty last?"

Mo Zhi paused, then leaned forward slightly, as if seeking approval from Ji Zhao, the bystander: "Tell me, is it true or not?"

Although Ji Zhao wanted to watch the show, he was actually reluctant to say something against his will in such a not-so-important occasion. You know, before he traveled through time, he was a staunch non-compromiser and was determined to wait for the best flower. If he didn't see the right one at the end of the garden, he would rather walk out empty-handed.

As for the engagement with Lielian, there was really nothing to argue about. For the sake of destruction and salvation, Ji Zhao even gave up himself, but he didn't want others to do the same. He smiled and said, "Madam Mo, what you said is wrong. Marriage is a lifelong event for men and women. If you meet the wrong one, you will suffer for the rest of your life. In my humble opinion, it is better to be alone than to be with someone who is not suitable."

"That makes sense." Mo Zhi said, "Of course I'm not asking her to find a random man to marry right away, but I think that at her age, she should at least find a chance to meet some people first. Otherwise, even if she is young, a suitable partner will not fall from the sky. Now it happens to be the martial arts conference, and many young heroes have gathered in Taixuan City. Isn't this a good opportunity?"

This was a very appropriate remark. Ji Zhao looked at Mo Yu and said that he was powerless and that Master should just fend for himself.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Mo Yu simply gritted her teeth and started to make trouble unreasonably, but she saw her cold eyes fixed, and her tone became as sharp as usual: "Since mother said so, it would be inappropriate for my daughter to make excuses again. However, as my disciple said, it is better to have nothing than to have something shabby. My daughter has many requirements for her husband."

Mozhi said, "Tell me about it."

Mo Yu gritted her teeth, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so she had to bite the bullet and said, "First of all, it's naturally the appearance. The ancients said that the appearance is determined by the heart. Although this is not entirely correct, it does make some sense. Besides, ugly people are also annoying to look at, so naturally I want to find someone who is better looking, at least..."

Mo Yu wanted to say, at least it has to be like Ji Zhao. This was a subconscious reaction. Ji Zhao was handsome, and after practicing Zhao Hongyue, his temperament became even better. In order to hide the Feishen Robe, he dressed extra flamboyantly all day long, so it was easy for him to give people the impression of a handsome man. Therefore, Mo Yu, who tried to imitate a certain moon princess and put forward various difficult requests, thought of Ji Zhao first. But when the words came to his throat, he suddenly realized that this was really inappropriate, so he swallowed them back. While he was thinking about other people in his mind, Ji Zhao on the side spoke with a smile.

"A beauty like Master Mo's, her husband can't be too ugly, at least he has to be like me."

Mo Yu was stunned, and then she didn't know whether she felt that Ji Zhao had seen through her thoughts, so she felt guilty... In order to cover up this guilt, she knocked on Ji Zhao's forehead as if in anger, but she was reluctant to use too much force.

"How dare you speak so frivolously in front of Master!"

"It's just an example... Never mind, I know I was wrong." Ji Zhao shrugged and said with a smile, "Master Mo, please continue."

Mo Yu coughed, and maintained his previous tone under Mo Zhi's strange gaze: "Well... although the words are frivolous, the meaning is correct, almost... it has to be him."

Mo Zhi glanced at Ji Zhao, covered his mouth with his sleeve, and chuckled, "That's not easy to find."

Ji Zhao raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Of course, it's super hard to find."

"...Don't learn from your Master Feng." Mo Yu first said this to Ji Zhao in a light tone, and then she spoke again. In order to show the severity of the conditions, she instinctively stated many requirements at once, "Then, as a warrior, I naturally hope that my husband is also a warrior, and his strength cannot be weak. He cannot be satisfied with the status quo. He must be motivated and have the awareness to climb to the top of the martial arts. He must also be smart. After all, a serious idiot will only make people feel pity, but being smart is not enough. People who rely on their intelligence to be lazy and waste their talents are even more disgusting, so you still have to work hard..."

After saying so many words, Mo Yu felt that he had defeated Mo Zhi. He raised his chin slightly and said with a little pride: "How is it, mother, do you know such a person?"

Volume 6: White Horse and Silver Spear Shining on the Moon and Snow: Chapter 7: Just Be Happy

"..."

Mo Zhi fell silent for a moment, perhaps because she felt it was too awkward to have nothing to say, so she smoothed her long hair, but her mind was not on this at all. When she and Mo Yu first met a few days ago, she had not forgotten a single word of what the other party said when he introduced Ji Zhao to her.

"This... this request is really too much." Finally, Mo Zhi coughed and looked at Ji Zhao, "What do you think?"

Mo Yu usually showed a fierce temperament, but today, because his mother Mo Zhi was on the left and Ji Zhao, his favorite disciple, was on the right, he became a little embarrassed. And this strange virus seemed to be contagious. Ji Zhao, who was eloquent and seemed very free and easy just now, didn't know why. He secretly glanced at Mo Yu, and seeing that the other party looked normal, he coughed and replied: "Uh... Yes, yes, Master Mo is really demanding."

"Heh." Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Mo Yu smiled faintly and chose to pursue the victory. "Life's major events cannot be perfunctory. If I can't meet someone who satisfies me, I would rather be alone forever... Besides, practicing martial arts is an extremely energy-consuming thing. Many martial artists never marry or have children in their entire lives. They just find a suitable disciple to pass on their martial arts. Why can't I do the same?"

There is a saying in the Go community that if you don't become a national player by the age of 20, you will have no hope for the rest of your life. Does it mean that people suddenly become stupid when they turn 20? Obviously not. It's just that as you get older, your energy is distracted by various things, such as getting married and having children, and you can't keep delving into the art.

The same goes for warriors. Therefore, many warriors will not marry and have children. Instead, they will devote all their energy to practicing. When they reach a certain age, they will select a disciple with suitable talent and character, treat him like their own son, and pass on their martial arts. This is considered to have completed the inheritance, but this inheritance is not through blood.

"I see." Mo Zhi obviously understood some of the unspoken rules of the martial arts world, and said thoughtfully, "That is to say, if you have an excellent disciple, you don't need a husband anymore."

Mo Yu felt that this was not right, and immediately denied it: "Mother, what are you talking about? You got the order wrong. If you don't have a husband, then the disciple can also... No!"

Obviously, Mo Yu's consciousness was not very clear. After making a joke, she did not dwell on this unclear point, but decisively overturned the table to end the topic.

"In short, this is what my daughter wants. If there is no one who meets the requirements, then there is no need to discuss it."

"I understand." Mo Zhi smiled, and indeed did not talk about this topic anymore. She just gently rolled up her hair, then turned sideways and said softly, "In short, many things cannot be forced, and your mother will not force you. As long as you can be happy during this process, that's fine."

Mo Yu was startled, then responded in a low voice: "Hmm..."