Collection of Worlds

"What do you think about my sister?" Mo Wen was already moved. He wanted to know his past urgently, but he was really worried about his sister. The two had just been reunited, so they were really sad to part.

Mo Shanshan didn't think too much about it, she was still wondering whether the great priest had some conspiracy or not, she was not interested at all in the false name of the world's three idiots gathering together, she might as well be happy practicing calligraphy by herself.

Suddenly, she realized that there were so many disturbances in this world, and there were intrigues everywhere. She studied poems and books and practiced calligraphy and essays in Mochiyuan for more than ten years, but she was not as tired as today.

The high priest of the ruling kept giving her hints with his eyes, even a girl as simple as her could understand it.

Wang Shusheng also persuaded: "You have been studying art in Mochiyuan for more than ten years. You are at ease as a teacher with cultivation and character, but you have not experienced experience and lack some worldly atmosphere. Now you are accompanied by your elder brother, and you have a judge. The priest will take care of you, you might as well go to the Xiling God Sect to open your eyes.”

In the past, no matter what the master said, Mo Shanshan would agree to it. As a disciple, it is due to honor the master, not to mention that it is also for her own good. But after the series of things happened today, she has already developed a feeling for this master. gap.Although it is not disgusting, it also loses the respect it used to have.

"It's okay, I met Dao Chi and Nympho in the peak decisive battle between the Sword Master and the Sword Emperor more than ten years ago. I thought they would travel for ten years, so we wanted to meet here, but I didn't expect the Sword Emperor I went out and wandered and haven't returned yet, no matter, I will go wherever my brother goes."

"Haha, good sister." Mo Wen laughed heartily, and looked at his sister dotingly: "I'm going to Xiling now. When I get back to my past, I will definitely hold an unforgettable birthday for you."

Not only did Mo Shanshan feel warm in his heart, although he and Mo Wen did not know each other, and the process of becoming brother and sister was even more erroneous, but Mo Wen's love for her was never faked, after a day of ups and downs, he was still thinking about her birthday.

"Okay, okay, Brother Mo Wen, let's drink this cup slowly." The ruling priest also became happy, and it was a scene of joy for the host and guest, but the ruling priest was happy because he had the opportunity to kill Mo Wen.

That's right, the sole purpose of him tricking Mo Wen into going to the Xiling God Sect was to kill him.

Even if he lost his memory, the strength of the Xiling branch of the Dahe Kingdom would not be able to defeat him at all.

After the banquet, the ruling priest immediately contacted the head teacher through Xiling's secret communication method to get him ready.

At the same time, a message was released to all parties, completely forging Mo Wen as the verdict priest of Xiling, and the kind with bloody hands, and ordered the masters of the Judgment Division to kill, deliberately leaving Mo Wen's name, and completely framed and married Misfortune never ends.

The High Priest of the Judgment also spent all his time on this matter, but Mo Wen knew nothing about it.

At night, he did not rest in Xiling, but was invited by Wang Shusheng to Mochi Garden, and he pretended to help Mo Shanshan pack his luggage, but in fact, he really regarded Mo Wen as a senior executive of Xiling and wanted to make friends.

The great priest who ruled did not stop it, but made great efforts to facilitate the matter. After all, it would be more convenient for Mo Wen to leave the Haotian Temple.

As for Wang Shusheng, he himself is very disdainful, and he has never paid attention to him from the beginning to the end, but he is just a chess piece that can be used.

Mochi Garden is a sacred place for calligraphers all over the world, and the works of famous calligraphers can be seen everywhere.

Along the way, Wang Shusheng enthusiastically introduced the calligraphy works of various celebrities to Mo Wen. However, Mo Wen lacked interest. In his opinion, the writing of these characters was ordinary, and he didn’t know where the confidence came from. Theirs is better than theirs, but because of their feelings, they didn't speak wild words.

After strolling around, Wang Shusheng seemed to feel that Mo Wen had been overwhelmed by his calligraphy works, and he gave Mo Wen a pair of works as a gift, but Mo Wen was speechless. In order to leave the old man early, he had no choice but to admit.

Mo Wen lived in the small courtyard of Mo Shanshan that night. The small courtyard is very large. Mo Wen lived in the east wing room. He did not sleep very well this time. Some weird things popped up in his head from time to time, but they were all These intermittent fragments were suppressed by an invisible force when they wanted to see clearly, which was extremely distressing.

"squeak"

Pushing open the window, I took a deep breath, and the anxious emotions would be more comfortable only when they were vented.

"Hey? Why is the light still on?"

The light in Mo Shanshan's room was still on, and through the candlelight and the shadows, Mo Wen could clearly see that Mo Shanshan seemed to be writing.Thinking of his younger sister, his irritability was instantly swept away, and he came to the door and knocked on it.

"Shanshan, it's me"

Mo Shanshan is known as a bookworm. He is obsessed with books. He is not only obsessed with reading, he is also obsessed with calligraphy. When he is in a bad mood, as long as he writes, he will immediately immerse himself in his own world and forget all his troubles.

"please come in"

Mo Shanshan was indeed practicing calligraphy, and the rice paper on the table was already full.Even Mo Wen didn't intend to stop after he came in.

Mo Wen didn't interrupt her, but walked to her side and admired her.

It is said that serious girls are the most beautiful. Mo Shanshan has been addicted to calligraphy for many years, and he has a poetic and literary spirit in his stomach. This orchid and elegant poetry and calligraphy atmosphere and the misty rain in the south are like a ray of white moonlight in this gloomy night. people's hearts.

"How did I write?"

Mo Shanshan suddenly asked.

"What?" Mo Wen was taken aback for a moment, he wasn't looking at words at all just now but was looking at people.

"What what?" Mo Shanshan was also taken aback by Mo Wen, and looked at Mo Wen dumbfounded and adorable.

"I mean, how did I write it!"

"Aww..." Mo Wen finally came to his senses, couldn't help but blushed, and said very sincerely: "Not bad."

"It's just... not bad?" Mo Shanshan raised his eyebrows, as if he was eager for Mo Wen's evaluation.

"Hmm... not bad, but compared to your brother and me, it might be worse." Mo Wen thought for a while, and told the truth honestly. When facing Wang Shusheng, he still needs to save some face for him.But Mo Shanshan is everything in Mo Wen's heart, so naturally there will be no face problems involved, let alone lie to her.

"bawl"

Mo Shanshan pressed the writing brush in his hand unhappily: "Brother, please enlighten me."

Mo Shanshan has studied books for many years, although he has not reached the realm of a book sage, he is not called a bookworm for nothing, and he is not much better than some famous masters, but Mo Wen bluntly said that Mo Shanshan is not as good as He, no matter how good the little girl is, she will feel a little bit upset.

Mo Wen didn't think of this level at all, his sister asked him to give advice, so he just gave advice.

The brush fell into his hand, and a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, Mo Wen didn't stop, he just raised the pen and wrote.

"Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the king of clouds is coming and going"

The brushwork is unrestrained and reckless, as if startling a dragon, elegant and agile, and the lines between the lines are full of unruly and free and easy.

Chapter 260 Coincidence or?

"This is...you wrote it?" Mo Shanshan asked in disbelief, subconsciously lying down in front of the table, holding the words in front of his eyes.

"This...it's impossible"