Master of time travel

"Please." The woman looked at the boy for a long while, the gold silk gauze moved slightly on her face, and slowly spit out a word.

"Please?" The young man in white spoke for the first time since entering the room, his voice was as indifferent as his expression, with a little doubt.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Yun felt that he saw a trace of pity in the expression of the woman in front of him who covered most of her face with a veil.

"What about me? Goddess Chaotian, what about me?" The blue-clothed boy who felt left out hurriedly asked.

"I have nothing to say." The woman said, turning her eyes away from the boy in white.

"Nothing to say? What does that mean?" The blue-clothed boy felt that he had been buried by the goddess, and he pouted his mouth and wrinkled his face into a bulging bun.

"It's getting late, I'm sorry to send you off to the sky, everyone can leave on your own." After the woman finished speaking, she got up and walked in, completely ignoring Mo Yun and his party that she "invited" to come.

The look in Mo Yun's eyes was inexplicable. The person in front of him was obviously a girl from a flower house, but she didn't have the air of a woman in a flower house at all.

The host is so obvious to see off the guests, as the guests, if they don't leave, aren't they just asking for trouble?Mo Yun glanced at the boy in white who was still thinking and the boy in blue who was unwilling to leave, and said with a smile, "Then I won't bother Miss Chaotian, please leave."

It was indeed getting late, and in the extremely lively market during the day, there were only small vendors in twos and threes stubbornly guarding the pavement in front of them, it was very cold.Mo Yun still kept his manly figure and walked alone on the street, muttering the words from the woman before with a serious expression: "Fate is hard to break...", Mo Hua's folding fan unconsciously flapped in the palm of his hand.

"Host, do you really believe in that nonsense?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Mo Yun asked back.

"What Yin-Yang Destiny, it's nonsense at all! Otherwise, wouldn't my existence be a joke!" A certain system's tone was very bad, as if the woman's words before were humiliating to it.

But Mo Yun felt that it was just brooding because it didn't see Chaotian's face.

The art of divination and the theory of yin and yang are inherently difficult to distinguish between true and false. If you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will not have it, and it happens that Mo Yun is the latter.

She doesn't believe in heaven, nor in fate.Even if it takes ten thousand steps back, the so-called destiny really exists, if one day it doesn't work out as she wishes, so what if she just becomes that arrogant person who defied the sky and changed her destiny!

But now, compared to the destiny that may or may not exist, this mysterious and unpredictable dawn is the most troublesome.

From the moment she entered the room, no, when Chao Tian appeared on the stage, she noticed that there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in this Chao Tian.Even though there was an expression on the woman's face during the conversation in the room, there was no change in emotion at all, and Mo Yun didn't even feel the breath of being a human being.It's as if what's in front of you isn't a person, or even anything alive.

A monk can cast spells to hide his aura, but this trick is useless for people who are higher than him or monks who are at the same level as him.

Mo Yun didn't feel the breath of the sky from the beginning to the end, so there are only two possibilities.

One is that this Chaotian's cultivation base is higher than the original master's cultivation base of Mo Yun's body or at the same level as the original major's cultivation base.The original owner was a monk in the late stage of Mahayana, and the monks who were higher than the late stage of Mahayana had already flown into the fairy world, that is, they had attained Taoism and become immortals.But Mo Yun has been in this world for so long and has never heard of such a person. It is the long-cherished wish of all monks to become an immortal, but he has never heard of anyone who has succeeded, and it only exists in rumors like a divine weapon.

The rest are monks of the same class as Mo Yun. There are only three Mahayana monks known in this world, but this Chaotian is not one of them.Even if it is a wandering monk who is not attached to any sect, it is impossible, because the transition from the fusion period to the Mahayana period can be said to be a change of circumstances, and it is impossible for no one to know.

As for the second type... Mo Yun smiled wryly, it is not realistic compared to the first type, that is, this Chaotian is not a human being or any living thing at all.

"Xiao Po, do you know Chao Tian?"

The usually noisy and annoying system has not heard a sound for a long time this time, Mo Yun is a little puzzled.

"I don't know." There was a muffled sound, and the other party could be heard to be in a low mood.

"Xiao Po, how much do you know about this world?" Mo Yun thought it might be faster to ask this way.

"........"

There was silence in her mind, and Mo Yun felt that she had already got the answer she wanted.It is estimated that the broken system in her mind that caused her to pass through entered the current world by mistake, and it may know less than her.

Mo Yun suddenly felt so sad about what happened to him: Others have thick, strong and shiny golden fingers, but she is just a rag with low IQ, lust, and lack of energy.The folding fan in his hand twirled around flexibly between his fingers... So the novels are not credible, and everything is still on his own.

In short, no matter what kind of possibility this upturn is, it doesn't feel like a good thing.

The opponent is a person who can't tell whether he is an enemy or a friend, and whose strength is unpredictable.Such a person deliberately came to my side to provoke myself, which would always make people feel uneasy.

Suddenly there was a deafening thunder in the sky, and a few scattered pedestrians on the road rushed towards home in a hurry.The sky suddenly changed, the wind was turbulent, and the air was filled with the smell of the mountain and the rain.Mo Yun looked up at the cloudy sky, she felt that her leisurely days might be coming to an end soon.

When Mo Yun returned to the Haoyun Palace, the pouring rain suddenly fell with a "crack, clap, clack", forming a hideous rain curtain under the gray sky, and the fast falling raindrops hit the ground and then splashed, as if carrying The imposing manner of destroying the land is general.

The light in the study room was still on, so Mo Yun's original straight route to the bedroom took a turn and walked towards the study room. When he opened the door, he met the eyes of the people inside. The other party was obviously surprised that Mo Yun would go in at this time.

"Are you still practicing calligraphy?" Mo Yun approached the girl and asked.

"Hmm." The girl replied softly as her gaze followed Mo Yun's pace.

Mo Yun walked up to the girl and picked up the rice paper placed aside to look at it carefully. The girl's handwriting had been formed, and it was no longer the twisted and distorted image before, nor was it blindly imitating Mo Yun's handwriting.Instead, it has the edges and corners of the girl herself. Although the shadow of Mo Yun can still be seen in the details, it is already very good.

.......It's a pity that the ink is not dry yet, obviously the girl just wrote the pen not long ago.

"Have you been practicing calligraphy today?" Mo Yun put down the rice paper in his hand and asked with a smile.

A certain system in Mo Yun's mind rolled its eyes that didn't exist. It felt that its host might have been frightened by Chaotian. Where else could the protagonist go besides practicing calligraphy in Yunhuangzong?

"No."

For the first time, a certain system is glad that it has no such thing as a face.

"Really." Mo Yun replied very calmly, without any intention of asking further.

However, a certain system is so anxious that it is about to smoke. It is difficult to understand the thinking of its host. Don't you, the host, wonder where the protagonist has gone?Did you go alone or with whom?Host, aren't you afraid that the cabbage you have worked so hard to grow will be humiliated by others!

"Tu'er went to Fengyue Pavilion with Laiyue today and met Miss Chaotian." The girl did not hide anything, which surprised Mo Yun.

"The protagonist went to Fengyue Pavilion! When did the protagonist go?" The system's unbelievable shout came from the mind.

"I didn't ask where you went." Mo Yun only replied calmly to the girl's frankness.

"The disciple knows."

"Host, why don't you ask the protagonist when he went there! What if you meet some weird person! Host, please ask!" A certain system felt that its heart was about to explode.

Ignoring the yelling of the broken system in her mind, Mo Yun didn't speak, she knew that the girl still had something to say.

"But even if you don't ask, Master, I don't want to hide anything from Master." The girl stared at Mo Yun, her black pupils shining brightly under the flickering candlelight.

Mo Yun still didn't speak, but this time she didn't say anything on purpose, but she really didn't know what to say.This kind of trust is too heavy and too big, she doesn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the girl didn't seem to care about Mo Yun's answer, and she lowered her eyes and said, "Today, I saw another person in Fengyue Pavilion." The girl stopped talking, Mo Yun frowned, she knew what the girl would do next What to say.

"A man who looks like a master."

"The protagonist can't be that white-clothed boy, right?" A panicked voice sounded in her head, as if the sky had collapsed. Mo Yun frowned. She didn't know how similar her appearance was to the original owner?

Turning around and walking to the door, with his back to the girl, Mo Yun said: "There are more than ten million people in the world, and it's not surprising that there are one or two who look similar."

"It's you, it's convenient not to go to places like Fengyue Pavilion." The tone was light, without any sense of order, as if it was just a casual statement.

But the girl responded obediently. "The apprentice knows."

"Go to the creek in the back mountain early tomorrow morning." After Mo Yun finished speaking, he walked out of the study.