Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

This little boy's surname is Shi, and everyone calls him Shishi.

When the stone brought Mo Que to the place, Mo Que realized that the fairy sister he was talking about was not a living thing, but a painting.

This painting was enshrined in a new small temple in the village. Before the painting, there were offerings such as chickens, ducks and fruits. It seemed that it was indeed revered by the villagers as Celestial Immortals.

"Look, big brother, isn't Sister Fairy very beautiful?" Shi Shi was young and innocent, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Mo Que touched his head and looked at the painting. At first, he didn't feel anything, but after a few more glances, he felt that the eyebrows and eyes of the people in the painting were somewhat familiar.

"Stone, who painted this painting?" He felt that the woman in the painting was somewhat similar to an acquaintance of his.

"It was drawn by the teacher in the village. He is the only one in the village who can draw." Shi Shi was curious, but answered truthfully.

"Then when did you say this fairy sister came to the village?" Mo Que asked again, the more he looked, the more familiar the people in the painting became.

"Hmm...I don't remember!" Shitou couldn't count his days when he was young, so he pinched his fingers seriously, but found that it was not enough to use up all of them.

Mo Que was dumbfounded and had to ask Shitou to take him to the teacher.

It was a middle-aged scribe, with a refined and kind smile on his face, Shito was also very happy when he saw him.

"It's rare to have guests in the village, please take a seat." The middle-aged scribe gave Shishi a candy and let Shishi play by himself, and then sat down to entertain Mo Que.

"Mr. Xie." Just as Mo Que was about to sit down, the middle-aged scribe suddenly slapped his palm, which was like the wind, and shook towards Mo Que's chest.

With a bang, Mo Que didn't dodge or evade, and received a solid slap, but his body didn't move at all.

"Your Excellency is really not a secular person." The middle-aged scribe took his hand back and smiled bitterly.

From the palm just now, Mo Que felt that there was a subtle flow of vitality in his body, it seemed that there was a certain Cultivation Base, but it was very low.

"Why try me?" Mo Que asked calmly without getting angry.

"I just saw that your breath is normal, but every time you take a step, there is no dust under your feet, and I know that you are extraordinary." The middle-aged scribe said truthfully.

Although Mo Que has blocked the power of the martial body, and did not attract the power of heaven and earth into his body, but after he has cultivated to his current Realm, some things have become energy, and every action is faintly integrated into the heaven and earth, so this phenomenon occurs.

This middle-aged scribe had left the village when he was young and learned some cultivation methods.

But the way of cultivation is too difficult. He tried his best to cultivate, and only reached the first stage of cultivation, so he returned to the village in despair.

This village is full of mortals. He just saw that Mo Que has a Cultivation Base, but he deliberately hid it, so he took a look.

"I'm not malicious." Mo Que knew that he was only worried about the safety of the village, and said, "I just want to ask what happened to the enshrined portrait in the village?"

The middle-aged scribe also realized that with Mo Que's strength, if he had malicious intentions, he could easily slaughter the village, so he did not hide it and told the truth.

That happened a few months ago, when the village was facing a huge disaster.

At that time, the village had torrential rain for the next month, and the floods piled up upstream. Once it broke out, it would engulf the entire village.

Although the middle-aged scribe had Cultivation Base, he was too weak to stop him. Seeing that the old and young of a village are all buried under the torrent, at this time, a woman descended from the sky, with her powerful strength, blocking the monstrous flood and diverting the flood, and the people of the village were lucky.

The people in the village, who had never seen the outside world, respected the woman as Celestial Immortals, but only the middle-aged scribes knew that the woman was a powerful cultivation person.

However, he did not say anything, and the village did survive under the protection of the woman.

After that, the people of the village, in gratitude for the woman's kindness, asked the scribe to paint a picture, put it in the temple, and worship it from time to time.

"That woman, does she look like this?" Mo Que drew a trace of the power of heaven and earth into his body, and used his vitality to outline the appearance of a woman, lifelike.

"It's indeed her." The middle-aged scribe said in shock, "You know her?"

Mo Que dissipated the vitality from his fingertips, and was silent for a while, neither admitting nor denying, but turned his head to look into the sky.

When it was opened in the beginning, she was gone, and she didn't know where she went.

According to the time, a few months ago, it was the beginning of the beginning. It turned out that she had left the chaotic place and came here at that time.

"Treat me to be proud of Baizhou, and allow me to grow old with you!" He murmured this sentence in his heart, and it was difficult to understand the taste in his heart.

In the chaotic zone, people from all domains once wanted to defeat her, marry the daughter of the Immortal Domain War Great Emperor, and humiliate the Immortal Domain states. He once promised that he would not let anyone marry her and would stop her. all.

This is because he is ashamed.

When she was young and frivolous and invincible, she said such words to her, and it spread all over the land of hundreds of states.

It's just that she doesn't seem to want to accept his love, and she doesn't want to use him to block people from all over the world. She left without saying goodbye before, and Mo Que used the jade talisman to contact her, but she never responded, as if she was deliberately staying away from Mo Que.

"Yun Zhilan, why are you avoiding me?" Mo Que had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He sat quietly for a long time, and then asked, "Do you know, where did she go?"

The middle-aged scribe shook his head: "After she rescued the village, she did not stay, but left directly."

With Yun Zhilan's strength, high up and down, in their eyes, he is no different from an immortal, how could he know?

"Alas!" For some reason, Mo Que felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that Yun Zhilan left without saying goodbye and disappeared without a trace, and there was some kind of relationship with him.

"Excuse me, farewell." He didn't want to stay any longer, stood up, and was about to leave.

"Your Excellency!" The middle-aged scribe hesitated, then seemed to muster up his courage, and suddenly said, "Can you take the stone away?"

"Stone?" Mo Que was taken aback, looked at the stone playing alone, and said, "Why did you take him away?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "Stone's life is not long, Your Excellency is very powerful. If Your Excellency is willing to take Stone away, he may still have a chance!"

He seems to know that such powerful people are all arrogant, so when he made this request, he obviously lacked confidence.

"Life is short?" Mo Que looked at the stone, but couldn't see anything unusual.

"Alas!" The middle-aged scribe no longer hesitated and decided to tell the whole story, saying, "Although Shishi looks normal on weekdays, as long as it reaches noon every day, he will not wake up, and the longer he falls asleep. The longer it goes on, I feel that if it goes on like this, one day, he may never wake up again!"

"Does this happen every noon?" Mo Que suddenly moved in his heart and said, "You call him over and let me see."