The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

The night lights are dim, lighting up the golden platform after nightfall, but not lighting up the night sky that is gradually covered by dark clouds.

The stratus clouds are thick, hanging in the air, but they seem to be extremely heavy, as if they will fall down in one breath, crushing everything.

Somewhere on the Golden Terrace, the atmosphere was a bit more dull than the dark clouds pressing down on the city.

In a hut less than three feet square, there were more than a dozen people crowded together, their shoulders folded, and from the looks of their clothes, they were all from the Mohist family.

As if afraid of being overheard, all conversations were kept extremely low, and even with ears pricked up, only a few scribbled words could be heard.

"After preparing for so long, I don't know if it will be successful tonight." A man in gold put his elbow on the arm of the person next to him, hesitantly said, "If it can't be done, with that little baby's method, I'm afraid it will be us... ..."

"What are you afraid of!"

The person who was elbowed by him said with disdain: "We have the leadership of the old Patriarch, so we are afraid that we won't be able to take over that brat?"

"Oh, you don't know..."

The former shrank his neck and lowered his voice: "Not long ago, that Wuweizong helped him win the throne, but you don't know how much that Mo Shuming was tortured by him! It is said that even the last death lost his spirit, Never be reborn!"

"That's what he deserves!" The companion spat, "Over the years, how many boys and girls have been harmed by that bastard? Although our Mo family is no better than other immortal sects, at least we don't do nasty things, and he deserved what he did!"

The candlelight danced, stretching the figures of the crowd to an extraordinarily long length on the carved screen.

But in the shadow of the wall, a wisp of smoke suddenly rose.

Everyone noticed something, they all stopped talking and looked over, and saw an extremely illusory figure condensed in front of the screen.

Even though his face was too blurred, he could still vaguely recognize the shrewd smile and calculating eyes on his face—it was Mo Shucheng!

"Everyone."

Mo Shu's body shape is particularly illusory, even if it is condensed into a human form, it is like a cloud of smoke, as if it can be blown away in one breath: "Tonight, success or failure depends on one action."

"Yes! I would like to follow the orders of the Patriarch!!!"

"Boom—"

There was a sudden thunder, followed by lightning, which illuminated Fang Feijin's small courtyard like daytime.

A candle was dancing by the window, Shen Zhihan leaned against the window lattice, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, thoughtful.

It has been more than a month since he came to the Golden Terrace, but he is not happy in his heart.

During this month, Mo Ning went out during the day, but at night he would definitely come to Fang Fei to have a rest, and would definitely sleep in the same room with Shen Zhihan.

There is no problem with these.

What really made Shen Zhihan uncomfortable was that the other party's behavior was too intimate, which far exceeded the boundaries that should exist between master and apprentice.

Listening to the sound of rainwater hitting the peach blossom branches outside, Shen Zhihan secretly took a deep breath.

As early as when he took Mo Ning to participate in the Zhegui Conference, Shen Zhihan had already noticed the child's thoughts.

It's just that the young people's feelings come and go quickly, and since the two haven't met for a long time, he thought that Mo Ning would gradually calm down, but he never thought about the other party's thoughts. .

Just as he was thinking, there were footsteps outside the door.

Shen Zhihan tilted his head, and saw a tall and handsome young man pushing open the door and slowly walking in.

Although it was raining heavily outside, Mo Ning did not wet a single strand of hair.

The black clothes and gold ribbon set off his tall and straight figure, coupled with the purple and gold sleeves, it was unexpectedly harmonious, neither the dusty aura of a cultivator, nor the slightest extravagance, only the prince is noble, Like a dazzling pearl.

"Master."

Seeing Shen Zhihan standing by the window, Mo Ning casually put on the faded purple gold cloak, and walked over with a low smile: "You are in a good mood today—it's just the rumble of thunder, it's unavoidable to be startled, and you may hear something you don't want Listen, Master, it is better to close the window."

The former frowned slightly, and immediately heard something was wrong; "A-Ning, what will happen tonight?"

The golden platform has the restriction of isolating the random inspection of the mind, and Fang Fei is the strongest.Now that Mo Ning's personality has become unpredictable, Shen Zhihan had no choice but to stay in Fangfei to appease him, so he didn't know what happened outside.

Mo Ning shook his head when he heard the words: "Master, don't ask - the apprentice has been planning for ten years, and everything will end tonight."

He leaned over, took a deep breath of Shen Zhihan's breath, and said with satisfaction: "In a while, I will accompany you back to Wuweizong, and we will return to the clean days before..."

If he didn't touch himself with his hands when he said these words, it might be more convincing.

So Shen Zhihan held down his hand, and then gently but firmly lifted it off his body.

"A-Ning," he took half a step back, looked into the deep and sharp black eyes of the other party, and said softly, "You have always been the most proud disciple of the teacher."

"Apprentice... Apprentice!"

When Mo Ning heard his words, he was taken aback for a moment, but then burst out laughing, "It's the two words master and apprentice, which have become a natural moat that I can't overcome in this life!"

"Master, I don't believe that you are unaware, and have never noticed that the disciple is in love with you!"

Shen Zhihan sighed: "Ah Ning, it is a blessing to be a master with you. It's just that I don't have this intention in my heart. If you still regard me as a master, then don't force it."

Mo Ning finally stopped laughing.

He straightened up, his brows and eyes once again returned to the sharp and cold eyes of the past, but his black jade-like eyes could only accommodate the Taoist man in white in front of him, and nothing else.

"You're sure I won't hurt you," he smiled self-deprecatingly, then lowered his eyes, "...Master, you are so heartless."

Shen Zhihan's lips moved, but he stopped talking.

The room fell silent, only the muffled sound of the heavy rain beating on the flower branches reverberated.

Mo Ning took a deep look at him, then turned around and picked up the purple-gold cloak that he had casually put on just now, turned and went out the door without looking back.

The bean-sized raindrops fell with the force of destroying the world. Despite the protection of the array, Fang Fei was smashed to the ground.

The path made of stone slabs has been washed clean, almost reflecting the purple lightning that occasionally flickers in the sky.

Suddenly, a pair of black-soled gold-embroidered boots fell down, and happened to step on the reflection of a fleeting lightning.

The furious thunder exploded, and another bolt of lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl flashed, but it illuminated the golden crown on his head and the extremely luxurious purple-gold cloak that he was wearing in the darkness.

Faint aura surrounds the man's body, shielding him from all the rain from the outside world, and at the same time reflecting his sharp and handsome facial features more and more clearly. A pair of dark eyes seem to be unable to hold the light, like a deep black pool .

With anger still on his face, he walked out of Fangfeijin stepping on the red floor all over the ground, and walked all the way to the entrance of the Golden Pavilion.

For some reason, he paused, lowered his eyes and raised them again, all expressions on his face disappeared in an instant, leaving only a trace of decisive attack.

Mo Ning raised his hand, and with a flick of his five fingers, the door of the Golden Pavilion opened immediately.

As if a passage to another world had suddenly been opened, or as if the dam had finally opened its long-standing gate, the sounds of countless fights, clashes of magic weapons, wailing, and roaring rushed into what was originally only a fallen world like a flood. The silent courtyard with the sound of rain went straight into the sky, almost overshadowing the rumbling thunder.

Mo Ning raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, as if he had stepped into another world from a paradise.

This world is full of filth, blood, and disgusting filth, and he doesn't even have the thought of staying for a moment longer, but he stands here, watching the people fight with cold eyes, as if he is independent of the world, and has not been affected by it in the slightest. .

The blood almost flowed in strands along the gaps between the stone slabs, and was swept into the soil by the majestic heavy rain. Even the smell of blood was washed away without leaving any traces.

Mo Ning raised his eyes to look at the dark clouds dancing with electric arcs, and suddenly stretched out a hand beyond the barrier surrounding him.

Ye Yu was icy cold, as if holding a piece of ice when it fell on the palm of the hand, it was so cold to the bone.But he didn't seem to feel anything, he just turned his eyes and landed on the mist slowly emerging not far away, his eyes were sharp, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"That is to cleanse...Nature eliminates evil and must be wiped out."

Mo Ning smiled at Wuying, and said lightly, "What do you think, father?"

"Heh," Wu Ying also laughed lowly, "My good boy, you really did not disappoint my father. How do you feel now that you have mastered the entire Golden Terrace in just a few years?"

He paused, and then he seemed to be asking Mo Ning, and he seemed to be asking himself: "The current result, is the result you are satisfied with?"

With a movement of Mo Ning's palm, the cold rainwater immediately turned into smoke and evaporated.

He lowered his wide sleeves and shook his head suddenly: "It's not counting..."

Before he finished speaking, a sword light suddenly shot out from behind him towards the mist!

Mo Shu deliberately sounded the alarm, and immediately flew back a few feet, and saw the majestic sword energy burst out from the center of Mo Ning, and immediately overturned more than half of the men in black who were fighting fiercely with the Mohist children.

His figure turned into an illusion, and his whole body disappeared from the spot in an instant. The purple gold cloak that was originally draped over his shoulders lost its support and fell to the ground meandering.

Mo Shucheng secretly guarded himself, but in the blink of an eye, he found a cold light coming straight to his eyebrows. The sword energy was unmatched. Even though there was still a distance, the power contained in it still gave him the illusion that he was almost being forced away.

He immediately raised his hand and summoned a pitch-black scythe, and when the scythe appeared in the air, Mo Ning's sword had arrived!

There was an extremely violent sound of clanging gold and iron as the weapons intersected. The ink book trembled for a while, and then looked carefully, but suddenly found that the weapon in Mo Ning's hand was just an ordinary wooden sword!

Mo Shu intentionally lost his mind.

He hadn't been able to enter the Patriarch's Pavilion earlier, and his judgment on Mo Ning only came from the cronies he secretly established back then, and he didn't even know the specific cultivation level of the other party.But he never thought in his heart that the wisp of remnant soul that had almost dissipated back then had such talent!

The spirit wind surrounded Mo Ning, even the pea-sized raindrops were shattered by the strong wind, and then evaporated into light smoke.

Mu Jian pointed at the ink book in the distance between his eyebrows, Mo Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, and a somewhat unruly smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said every word loudly: "My lord father is dead, and I am most satisfied with the result!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his sword and slashed again. Before Mo Shucheng could react from his words, his hand suddenly lightened—the blade of the sickle was split in two by Mo Ningchun with the force of his wooden sword!

The natal weapon was abolished, causing serious damage to Mo Shucheng almost instantly.He forced himself to endure the tearing pain in his soul, and said with a low smile, "Death? I, Mo Shucheng, haven't died so easily."

He secretly adjusted his breath, but he didn't stop talking, half-smiling and half-sarcastically said: "Your master Qingyun is also a guest at the Golden Terrace today, right? Father, I remember that you cared about him the most - I don't know if he knows his beloved disciple What is it like now?"

Mo Ning pursed his lips tightly.

Mo Shucheng saw this, and said again: "Look at the bloody corpses all over the place. If Qingyun sees it, will you feel that you have too many lives in your hands, that you are filthy, and that you are not worthy of being Qingyun's disciple at all?" ?”

"--shut up!!!"

Mo Ning's body was full of spiritual energy, and even the hem of his long gown was blown violently by the strong wind.The coercion that was originally only in the distraction stage began to rise in a straight line, almost catching up with the tail of the fusion stage!

In the black rain cloud, apart from the purple-white arc, golden lightning started to jump—it was actually a harbinger of catastrophe!

"How...how could this be!"

Mo Shucheng lost his voice and said: "You must have gone the wrong way! Otherwise, otherwise, how could you be promoted to the fusion stage at the age of 20?! There has never been such an example in the cultivation world...even Shuyue can't do it!!!"

"Shh-"

Mo Ning heard the words, but raised his index finger, put it on his lips, and made a "silence" movement.

He smiled lowly: "Master Father, I will not give you the chance to tell others—"

Quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

The turbulent and complex environment of the Golden Terrace made Mo Ning moody, and successfully made his moves unpredictable - one moment he was chatting with someone, and the next moment he was making sword moves like a storm.

The ink book sealed by the dense sword energy became all dead ends and escape routes, forcing him to give it a go.But even though Mo Shucheng was at the end of the body when he was in the body, it is also in the past tense.

Today's Mo Shu is complete, even the soul is not complete, let alone cultivation?

If Mo Ning was only distracted, Mo Shucheng could still fight hard, but now... there is really no chance of winning.

It only took a moment to wake up, and Mo Shucheng immediately guessed that he was in the game.

It was a waste of time for him to hide in Tibet for more than ten years before he dared to contact the old department. It turned out that Mo Ning had already controlled the entire Golden Terrace, not letting go of even the slightest trouble.

The wooden sword pierced the soul, and the silence was so silent that there was no sound, let alone the two were in the middle of a fight?

But Mo Shu felt that he heard the sound of flesh being pierced.

The spiritual power mixed with fierce sword energy crazily tore apart Mo Shucheng's remnant soul piece by piece, but when he looked over, he could only see darkness deeper than the night in Mo Ning's eyes.

It was clear that death was ahead, but Mo Shucheng suddenly smiled.He tried his best, but he could only squeeze out one sentence from his broken consciousness, but he knew that just one sentence was enough to disturb Mo Ning's heart.

"Good boy...you are already, not far away from me..."

Mo Ning snorted coldly, drew his sword and stood upright, holding his left hand in the air, the soul fog in front of him immediately shattered, and there was no trace left.