The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

The white jade capital in the sky, the golden platform in the world.

Bai Yujing is out of reach, but the Golden Terrace is visible.

The Mo family's family covers an area of ​​thousands of hectares, with pavilions, towers, pavilions, mountains, rivers, flowers and plants. It is a paradise filled with fairy spirit.Walking in it, there is a scene in ten steps, and a pavilion in a hundred steps. You can smell the fragrance of spiritual grass everywhere, and you can see the wonders of rare animals every step of the way, all of which show the wealth of the Golden Terrace.

Everyone in the world knows that the Golden Terrace governs [-]% of the financial resources in the cultivation world, but for some people, such a wealthy family is just a fancy prison.

"let me out!!!"

A young boy's roar accompanied by the sound of broken porcelain resounded in the high pavilion, but the maid outside lowered her head and bowed her eyebrows, but she should have been sweeping and pruning flowers and plants, as if she hadn't heard it at all.

Inside the pavilion was a room that was supposed to be extraordinarily decorated, but at this moment, all kinds of items were scattered all over the place, some were broken, some were damaged, almost none of them were intact, and among these "corpses", a man holding a wooden The young man with the sword was relentlessly hacking at the closed door in front of him, his brows were filled with monstrous anger.

"Mo Shucheng! You tricked me into coming back just to lock me up!!"

Mo Ning slashed towards the door with a sharp sword energy, but was bounced back like a mirror by someone's ban on it.

The young man was already used to this kind of situation. As soon as he dodged, the sword light rushed to the rear wall, and the lower part of the ancient painting on the wall that had been victimized for no reason fell to the wooden floor with a "click", which was the same fate as the wreckage all over the place.

"Tsk tsk tsk, young man, I'm really irritated."

A frivolous male voice suddenly sounded from outside the window, and Mo Ning paused when he was about to raise his hand: "Who?!"

A black shadow was projected on the window paper by the sunlight, the young man withdrew his sword suddenly, raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Is it you?"

The other party laughed twice: "Your father used me as a shield, but I don't want to take the blame."

"Mo Shucheng is no longer my father," Mo Ning sneered, "But... you, Mo Shuming, are not a good person either."

The people outside the window didn't get angry when they heard the words, instead they happily accepted his words: "That's right, I'm really not a good thing. But nephew, you have to know one thing - 'good things' are not good in this kind of people-eating place. Can't survive."

The boy flicked up his clothes and sat down in a fairly tidy seat, but frowned sharply, and said mockingly, "Why, you came here on a special trip just to preach?"

Mo Shuming leaned against the window and laughed lowly: "It's pretty smart—yes, I did come here for a purpose."

He paused: "Since you hate Mo Shucheng so much, are you willing to cooperate with me and give it a go?"

"Cooperate for what?" Mo Ning raised his eyebrows, "Kill him?"

"Don't you hate him?" Mo Shuming said persuasively, "Wouldn't it be great to pull him down from the position of Patriarch, kill him, and let him experience the feeling of your mother waiting to die in the sea of ​​fire?"

The young man sneered, but clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand: "Then what? Then take advantage of the fact that the Mo family has no leader, and support you as the new head of the family?"

Mo Shuming smiled: "I know that my nephew has no intention of taking this position, so I dare to come to you to cooperate. What's more - haven't you already doubted your own life experience?"

The former's jade-like eyes instantly turned cold: "How do you know?"

"If you didn't doubt your own life experience, why did you go to Mrs. Mo's mother's house quietly? Isn't it because she lived in her mother's house for five months when she was pregnant with you?" Mo Shuming said in a frivolous voice, "Compared to these, I I know a little more, do you want to hear it?"

Mo Ning doubted: "...Why should I believe that what you said is true?"

Mo Shuming shook open the folding fan with a "shua", and fanned it one after another: "He, Mo Shucheng, never grew up in his family, and was adopted by some shit Wuji Palace, yet he was able to do so easily 3000 years ago." He is the successor of the Patriarch. Back then, I did all the calculations, but I only missed him, do you think I will not investigate this guy of unknown origin?"

"Since my nephew refuses to believe me, let me tell you a few words first, and then you can carefully consider whether you want to cooperate with me."

He waved his fan and said leisurely: "In the second year of Mo Shucheng's succession as Patriarch, the husband and wife of the former Patriarch—that is, our parents and grandparents—all disappeared overnight. Countless, but no matter if they were monks or mortals, they were diagnosed as pregnant within a month after being brought into the house by him, but they all died suddenly before the child was born."

"And your mother is the only one among the many concubines who escaped this curse and gave birth to you. It is also because of this that she was promoted as the main wife of the Patriarch."

Mo Ning listened silently, but a storm surged in his heart.

Mo Shucheng, the patriarch of the Mo family, has always had a clean resume abroad, and has always claimed that he has only one wife, but now it seems that no matter what Mo Shuming said is true or not, the resume of this "father" may not be true.

He covered his head, recalling his mother standing in the sea of ​​flames and shouting to him desperately, "Run and don't look back", his eyes gradually turned red.

Mo Shuming knew how much shock his words would bring to the young man, so he didn't urge him. He just closed the folding fan and said quietly: "Everything I said is true. If you don't believe it, just judge someone with some qualifications around him." You will know the truth."

"Nephew, Second Uncle won't urge you, so you should think about it. But—" he changed the subject, "Don't blame Second Uncle for not reminding you, Mo Shucheng doesn't necessarily want you to live."

Mo Ning looked calm at first, but when he heard the last sentence of the other party, he suddenly raised his head and said incredulously, "What did you say?!"

He asked hastily, but there was no one by the window.

The room fell silent for a while, Mo Ning stared at the closed door in a daze, but a soft voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Mo Ning?"

The voice sounded from the sea of ​​consciousness. He remembered that it was the secret method of transmission of messages between Master Wuwei and his disciples, but this voice was softer and ethereal compared to Master Shen Zhihan, and it was obviously not the voice of Master.

Mo Ning changed his mind, and said in his heart, "Master?"

The other party immediately chuckled: "Not bad."

As soon as Mo Ning heard the other party's affirmation, he immediately said anxiously: "Master, where is Master? Why can't I contact him?!"

"I just wanted to tell you about this," Jun Wuxin said with a smile, "Your master has returned to the sect safely, and will pick you up in a few days. Where are you now?"

Mo Ning hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly: "Golden Terrace."

"Oh?" Jun Wuxin was slightly surprised, "Then who are you?"

The young man hesitated and said, "The son of Mo Shucheng..."

"Hmm—" Jun Wuxin dragged on the end of his voice a little too long, "Does the master of the Mo family know that you are studying art in the Wuwei sect?"

Mo Ning was a little frustrated, and responded in a low voice: "...I know."

"Don't be afraid," Jun Wuxin's voice was clear and reassuring, "If the head of the Mo family doesn't stop it, Wuwei Sect will definitely not have the possibility of kicking you out. Just stay at the Golden Terrace for a few days, your master He suffered some injuries and couldn't move his spiritual power, and he will take the initiative to contact you when he recovers."

"...Yes," Mo Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master."

The conversation in this room was just over, and the gate restriction that had been slashed by the young man's long sword but remained unmoved suddenly flashed and was lifted.

The door of the house opened slowly, making an ancient creaking sound, but the two old men who followed Mo Shucheng from the Jingwei Academy that day stood in front of the door against the light.

Mo Ning was on guard immediately, and stood up while holding the hilt of his sword tightly, but his expression was meaningless and disdainful: "Why, the old man is willing to see me?"

"Disrespectful!" The white-bearded old man was so angry that his beard was blowing out, "Even if you are the young Patriarch, you can't talk to the Patriarch like this!"

In contrast, the white-haired old man was quite calm. He stretched out his hand to stop the white-bearded old man behind him, and said to the young man indifferently: "Young Patriarch, Patriarch has a request."

"Exactly." Mo Ning put away the wooden sword and sneered, "I have something to ask him carefully."

After finishing speaking, he started to walk towards the bright outdoor, with his back straight, as if he was walking toward an unknown destiny.

The moment the door was pushed open, a cool plum fragrance swept in.

The person on the couch slowly opened his eyes, and the clear spring in his eyes shone brightly.Because of just waking up, the moles at the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and when he stood up, they were covered by the drooping hair on his temples, and his clear eyebrows and eyes suddenly became elegant, with the unique solemnity of a cultivator.

"woke up?"

A cold male voice came from the table not far away, Shen Zhihan subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a straight figure standing with his back facing him, standing in front of the table.

The lower half of his slightly curly long hair was hanging down like seaweed, and he turned sideways, revealing the deep outline of his face.

"Alan?" Shen Zhihan was taken aback, "Why is it you, Master?"

Lu Zhilan shook his head, then raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, and walked over slowly holding the sapphire cup with his slender fingers: "Leaving early in the morning."

As he spoke, he handed the teacup in his hand to Shen Zhihan: "The temperature is just right."

Master must have spent a lot of energy on seven consecutive days of treatment, otherwise he would not have turned pale when he left last night.Shen Zhihan took the teacup, but couldn't help feeling worried: "Didn't Master say where he was going?"

Lu Zhilan thought for a while: "See you old friend."

Shen Zhihan was silent.

The one who can be called an old friend by Jun Wuxin must also be one of the top figures in the cultivation world.It's a pity that today's spiritual energy is thin, and many great powers have retired to practice, and they no longer shine like the stars mentioned in the history books.

He drank the tea in his cup, and then turned to Lu Zhilan: "Alan, did Master ever tell you that I'm going to the Golden Terrace?"

The other party took back the teacup from his hand and nodded: "Come together."

Shen Zhihan pondered: "Actually, I can also..."

"No."

Lu Zhilan interrupted him without hesitation, but stuffed a jade slip over and motioned him to read it first.

Shen Zhihan was a little baffled, and when he penetrated his spiritual sense into it, his complexion immediately changed.

This jade slip was specially created by the hero Mu Yichen before his ascension, and it was used to record the traces of magic in the world.

He didn't know what the reason was, but the Zhegui Conference had only been held for more than ten days, how could there be so many records of Void Demon's activities in the world? ? ?

The most important thing is that among these demons of the void who attack three or four different areas every day on average, the monsters in the fusion stage that Shen Zhihan encountered last time appeared again!

According to the analysis of these attacked locations, these demons of the void actually avoided all the locations where the fairy gates were stationed. If it is not a coincidence, there is only one possibility-these monsters are driven!

"How could this be..."

Shen Zhihan subconsciously looked at Lu Zhilan. Although the latter looked dignified, he still said firmly: "Dangerous, let's go together."

It seemed that he had already decided to go with him.

"...Okay," Shen Zhihan couldn't resist, so he nodded in agreement.

He got up from the couch, and then stretched: "It just so happens that I haven't been to the Golden Terrace yet, so I took this opportunity to pick up Aning to have a look."

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, but it was enough for the cloud clusters that Fenghuifeng had been forced to disperse by coercion to gather again and turn into a tumbling sea of ​​clouds again.

If it weren't for the huge depression on the lonely mountain wall, almost no one would have noticed that there was a big battle here seven days ago.

On the high cliff of the peak, a thin figure dressed in extremely simple and clean white clothes stood against the wind.

The gust of wind on the top of the cliff blew the white clothes violently, almost knocking the figure off, but he just stood upright, without any swaying in his figure.

Suddenly, the golden eyes of the man in white who had been staring at Yunhai moved, but the direction of his eyes changed.

In the blue sky, a streamer of light flew towards him at high speed.

He retreated decisively, and a clanging sound suddenly sounded when the streamer pierced into his original position.

The light cluster gradually solidified, and its shape was finally reflected in the gilt pupils.

——It was a lightsaber, which had sunk more than a foot into the ground.

Feng Bumin's thin lips instantly pursed into a straight line, but his eyes gradually cooled down, with layers of murderous intent in his eyes.

Looking up again, he saw thousands of streamers appearing in the sky at the same time, flying towards the top of the cliff where he was, dragging a long tail of light, like a shower of stars.

But Feng Bumin knew that this dense stream of light was the same lightsaber as before!

There was a cold light on the black mask, but Feng Bumin didn't take another half step back.With both arms open, monstrous demonic energy suddenly surged from the ground, and instantly turned into a long dragon, roaring and sweeping towards the rain of swords above.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the long dragon shuttled among thousands of swords. Wherever it went, the lightsabers were all broken, but the dragon itself became more and more transparent.

But at this moment, a distant crane pierced through the sky, with a clear and clear sound, piercing the demon's eardrum!

Feng Bumin raised his hand, and the devilish energy instantly condensed in front of him as a barrier to resist the incoming sound waves.But at the same time that the barrier was successfully condensed, a crane as tall as two people appeared in the stream of swords that was still pouring down from the sky like raindrops.

On the back of the crane, however, stood a figure in black clothes.

The three thousand silver threads and the black crane cloak covered with gold embroidery are blown up by the wind, making the future man look like a god, floating in the world with the light of the wind and the moon.

The crane's huge wings fanned lightly, and the speed was exactly the same as the flying sword.Thousands of spirit swords and demon dragons consumed each other, but the latter was still slightly inferior and collapsed with howls.

The remaining hundreds of lightsabers were nailed to the barrier formed by Feng Bumin, unable to advance an inch.

The moment Xuanyi's figure became clear, Feng Bumin raised his sleeves, and the barrier and lightsaber shattered and scattered in an instant.

His thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was calm but cold and murderous: "What are you here for?"

The crane hovered ten feet away from the edge of the cliff, and Jun Wuxin stood with his hands behind his back, but he still smiled brightly, clearing the world.A wooden sword was floating beside him, it was the common style used by all disciples of Wuwei Sect when they first learned swords.

He looked at Feng Bumin's cold eyes across the air, but he stretched forward freely with his right hand, made a "please" gesture, and his voice was ethereal and clear: "Come, let's discuss?"

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I'm really rough today!very long! 【Proud.jpg

This is the first time for the author to write a slice attack, everyone likes it very much, and will try to write the complete ones for everyone to see.

The next story will explain the foreshadowing and flag one by one!I hope everyone can be patient and loving~

Than heart!