Even though the first and second place winners were not from the clan, the Mo family was still very happy today because they had heard that the first place winner, Song Fei, had been accepted as the last disciple by the old patriarch and would be trained as the young master of the Mo family!
Therefore, the first one will still remain in the Mo clan, shouldering the important task of leading the Mo family to carry forward Chinese medicine!
The square in front of Shensi Building was packed with people. All the students who had taken the third round of exams were standing in the audience. Song Ci Zhouwu, Mo Fengying and the other two stood at the front. At this time, they had all taken off their exam uniforms and changed into the official Mo family uniforms.
The Mo family's official school uniform is black, red, and white. The base shirt is white, and the jacket is black, but with a bright red "Mo" embroidered on the back. The pants are matching black slim-fit suit pants.
On Song Ci's left is Zhou Wu, and on his right is Mo Fengying. Because Zhou Wu is not tall, Song Ci is the tallest one.
Song Ci tied up all her hair and put on the Mo family's school uniform. She stood in the middle of the first row, looking heroic, cool and beautiful.
Patriarch Mo Suixin sat on the chair that symbolized his position as patriarch, standing in front of the Sun Chaser Arrow. Mo Suixin stared at his daughter and Song Fei, his eyes filled with pride.
After Mo Suiyun announced the test results, Song Ci and the other two walked onto the stage under the gaze of all the Mo family members, and the family head Mo Suixin personally put medals on their heads.
Song Ci touched the pure gold medal and thought about making it into a pair of small bracelets for her two little princesses after returning home.
After distributing the medals, Mo Suixin gave some inspiring words, and then he and his father Mo Zhangkuang, together with the new young master Song Ci, walked into Shensi Tower.
Mo Zhangkuang told Song Ci: "Becoming the young master of my Mo family, Song Fei, you are also a member of my Mo family. Joining my Mo clan and worshipping my ancestor is the rule."
"Come, kowtow to our ancestors!"
Song Ci took the three incense sticks that Mo Zhangkuang handed her and knelt down on the mat. Holding the incense sticks in her hand, Song Ci kowtowed three times to the statue of Mo Liansheng.
After the kowtow, the ceremony is over.
Song Ci inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner. She looked up at the tall and kind statue of Mo Liansheng and smiled slightly.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Mo Zhangkuang found that Song Ci smiled, the incense in the incense burner suddenly went out.
"Huh? Why is it extinguished?"
Mo Suixin glanced at his father and said, "Maybe it wasn't burned through just now." After that, Mo Suixin walked forward and respectfully relit the incense.
Seeing the three incense sticks burning again, Mo Zhangkuang said nothing, "Okay, I'll go back first. Song Fei, you can just come to my house to find me tomorrow morning."
"Okay, teacher."
After seeing Mo Zhangkuang off, Song Ci looked back at the Sun Chaser Arrow on the high platform in front of Shensi Tower, and suddenly a wave of hatred sprouted in her heart. She knew that it was the Sun Chaser Arrow's resentment, and she knew that the Sun Chaser Arrow couldn't wait to redress the injustice done to its owner.
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief before leaving Shensi Tower.
Starting from the next day, Song Ci had to study with Mo Zhangkuang. Early in the morning, Song Ci put on her school uniform and went to Mo Zhangkuang's residence.
Mo Zhangkuang lived on a sunny hillside in Beishan. He usually rode an electric scooter up and down the mountain. Song Ci didn't have an electric scooter, so he found a bicycle and went back and forth between the dormitory and Mo Zhangkuang's home every day.
This day was the Grain Rain Festival, and a spring rain fell in Shu, bringing with it a spring breeze. After Grain Rain, the rainfall increases, making it the perfect time to sow medicinal herbs.
The Mo people had started growing medicinal herbs, so Song Ci had to learn how to do the same. It was a pity that her hands, which had only ever played the zither, now had to deal with the loess every day.
Different medicinal herbs need different planting methods. These days, he'd be squatting in the field all day. After three days of planting herbs, Song Ci's back ached.
That afternoon, Song Ci was really tired, so he took a nap on the wooden chair at Mo Zhangkuang's door.
Mo Zhangkuang woke up from his nap and saw that Song Ci's medicinal herbs were almost planted, so he walked over and said to her, "After you finish planting your herbs, I will take you to a place."
As Mo Zhangkuang spoke, he glanced several times toward the west mountain. After Song Ci guessed Mo Zhangkuang's plan, she quickly stood up, resignedly picked up her hoe, and went to the herb field to continue planting the remaining bundle of herbs.
After planting, she washed her hands and shouted into the house: "Teacher, I have finished planting all the medicinal herbs."
"Then let's go."
Mo Zhangkuang walked out of the house.
As the weather warmed up, Mo Zhangkuang wore only a double-layered jacket with a long-sleeved T-shirt underneath. He looked just like the farmers in town, simple and casual.
Mo Zhangkuang rode his bike down the mountain and was the first to reach the halfway point where the cable car was parked. Song Ci followed behind on his bike, reaching the halfway point a few minutes later.
"Come with me in the car."
Mo Zhangkuang was the first to step into the cable car, and Song Ci followed.
In the dormitory building, Song Fei stood by the window, watching her and Mo Zhangkuang leave.
Sitting in the cable car, Mo Zhangkuang pressed his temples with his hands. His filial disciple Song Ci hurriedly asked, "Teacher, do you have a headache?"
Mo Zhangkuang said: "I have had frequent headaches recently. I am old and have many problems. It's not a big deal." Mo Zhangkuang is almost eighty years old and no longer young. He is also prepared to wait for death.
But before he died, Mo Zhangkuang still had some things to explain clearly to "Song Fei" before he could leave with peace of mind.
Song Ci stared at Mo Zhangkuang as he rubbed his temples. She knew what was happening to him better than Mo Zhangkuang did. This was the beginning of Song Fei's virus attack. If they didn't take the antidote within a month, their brains would be damaged, their memories permanently distorted, and they would never be able to regain a clear mind again.
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