Numerologist

Returning to the big world of comprehension again, the world is changing with each passing day.

Concrete and steel high-rise buildings overlap with grand and simple palaces. On the asphalt road that flows endlessly, modern mechanical vehicles and metaphysics-like intelligent instruments run side by side, and occasionally there are simple practitioners traveling on horseback.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist, the light is red now, and your position is beyond the line." A red-haired traffic commander stepped forward and interrupted Mo Zifei's meditation.

"Huh?" Mo Zifei took a silent step back after looking at the yellow line under his feet.

Standing at the crossroads, Mo Zifei watched the hurried pedestrians go by one after another.

The red-haired commander glanced at the smart watch on his wrist, and said to Mo Zifei: "Fellow Daoist, is there any difficulty? I'm about to change shift, please go to the opposite side and have a cup of tea."

Across the street is a quaint tea house.

"My name is Hao Hong, what's your name, Fellow Daoist?" Hong Mao ordered two white peach oolongs.

The faint sweet scent of white peach and the slightly bitter tea scent calmed down Mo Zifei's sorrowful mood.

"I am Mo Zifei."

click-

The teacup in Hong Mao's hand was overturned, his eyes widened, he stared at Mo Zifei in horror, and repeated tremblingly: "Mo... Zi... Fei?!"

"Mummy Duck, you are the traitor Mo Zifei who kills without batting an eyelid! Help—"

Hongmao let out a loud roar with a sharp voice, and instantly frightened back to his original form, turning into a golden pheasant, flapping his wings and rushing out of the teahouse.

"It's not good! It's not good! The big devil, Mo Zifei, is back!"

While running away in a panic, he still did not forget to shout out the warning, he is worthy of being a public official.

Mo Zifei, who was left alone, looked puzzled. He had always kept a low profile in the big world of cultivation, but he didn't expect that saying his name now would have the effect of stopping a child from crying.Him, the big devil?

After slowly drinking a cup of tea, heavily armed police officers broke in.

"Mo Momo... Mr. Mo, please... come with us." He didn't dare to call Mo Zifei by his name, and he didn't dare to address him as a fellow Taoist, so he had to choose a "Mr." .

Mo Zifei glanced at them, and they immediately took a big step back, panicking like little mice.

"it is good."

Ten minutes later, Mo Zifei met the head of the peacekeeping department and learned the truth about his "famous reputation".

In the small world of magic in the Middle Ages, those who he violently threw out of the small world finally returned to the big world of comprehension after several twists and turns. Unwilling, they reported the matter to their immediate superiors, the Minister.

Among them, the crow spirit has the worst temper, and he couldn't swallow this breath, so he spread rumors everywhere about Mo Zifei.

From the very beginning, "suspected heir of Mohism" and "bad temper" gradually became "traitor of Mohism" and "killing without batting an eye".

Gradually, although no one had ever seen Mo Zifei, Mo Zifei became the "big devil" known to everyone.

He told Mo Zifei what happened, but the minister didn't mean to apologize at all, he put his hands on the table, glared at Mo Zifei, and asked sharply: "Don't think that you can bully my subordinates with the name of 'Mo Family'! I'm telling you it's not over!"

Mo Zifei glanced at him leisurely, and said slowly, "Are you from the Mo Sect? A one-legged bird?"

The minister flipped the table angrily, "Fuck you uniped, I'm Bi Fang! Bi Fang! You uneducated idiot!"

Bi Fang, whose shape is like a crane, has two wings and one leg, and is of fire attribute, originating from the great world of mountains and seas.

He hates people questioning that he only has one foot, and he is so angry that sparks are shooting from the top of his head.

"What are you yelling at, believe it or not, I'll give you a discount on your remaining leg." Mo Zifei frowned, the other party's big head almost reached the tip of his nose, and sparks splashed onto his face.

"Hey! I'm going to break your leg!" The minister rolled up his sleeves and started.

"No, Minister!" Someone stopped him and advised, "Calm down! You will be killed."

"Yes, yes, Minister, you must calm down."

"You..." The minister looked back at the team members in disbelief, his hands shaking with anger, and he gritted his teeth, "Traitors!"

"Minister, that's the big guy who broke through the nine-star formation with one strike."

The minister couldn't break it alone, so he poured a basin of cold water on it.

"Heir of the Mo family! Minister, do you understand me?"

The disciples of the Mohist school are all legendary figures, with powerful strength, a pot of cold water x2.

Taking a deep breath, the minister sat down opposite Mo Zifei again, and continued the conversation with a half-smile, "We already have a preliminary understanding of your situation. Given your danger level of SS, we will arrange... ..."

"There's no need to talk nonsense. I want to see someone from the Mo Sect." Mo Zifei interrupted him coldly.

After bearing with it, the minister still couldn't hold it back, and jumped up angrily, "Oh! You don't eat the toast, you don't eat fine wine, don't think that our peacekeeping department is really so easy to mess with!"

30 seconds later.

With a bald head on his head, the minister sat down on the broken table, with a pile of feathers scattered on the ground.The team members hid in the corner and shivered.

It is well known how much male birds cherish their feathers.Pulling hair is worse than killing people.

"Where are the people from the Mo Sect?" Mo Zifei asked coldly.

"I'm the person you're looking for." A young man walked in from the door. He glanced at the office that seemed to have been demolished, and motioned for someone to help the minister up.With a wave of his hand, he cast a spell to restore the office.

"I am Mo Xinfeng, the current sect master of the Mo Sect." The young man was gentle and gentle. He conjured up a few side dishes by casting a spell, and poured another glass of wine, "Please, fellow daoist."

Mo Zifei took the wine glass and paused when he smelled the wine, "Xinfeng wine?"

He remembered that his master also liked this wine very much, and he said that he would drink a jar of Xinfeng wine together when he came back.Thinking of the 99 altars of Xinfeng wine stored in "Feigong", I felt sad.

Master has been waiting for him for 99 years, but he still hasn't come back.

"'Xinfeng wine fights for ten thousand years, how many years has been a ranger in Xianyang.' My name comes from this song "Youth Walk". My teacher likes to drink 60-year-old Xinfeng wine." The young man took a sip.

"Respecting the teacher?" Mo Zifei rubbed the cup wall.

The young man shook his head regretfully, "The teacher doesn't want to accept apprentices, but he has the grace to save my life and teach me, so I respect him as a teacher."

"I know what you want to ask. I don't know the name of the teacher. He said that he is a law enforcement officer of the Mohist school, and he exists to clean up the traitors of the Mohist school. The nine-star trap was also taught to me by the teacher."

"The teacher has been separated for thousands of years, and now I don't know where the teacher is."

Mo Zifei crushed the wine glass, and muttered in a low voice bitterly: "The one who enforces the law!"

The young man put down his wine glass, "I don't know what grievances you have with the teacher. But I believe in the teacher's character. He is devoted to the Tao and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"I will find him." Mo Zifei said firmly, his eyes were like deep whirlpools, brewing a storm.

Seeing him like this, the young man let out a long sigh and murmured softly, "Magic obstacles..."

The author has something to say: the full text is over.

This is the end of this article. The main line of this article is the stalk I wanted to write seven or eight years ago. I finally sorted it out and wrote it out. It is a matter of my heart.Stupid meow is handicapped, the writing is stumbling, and there are many deficiencies. Thanks to the little cuties who can read the full text, thank you.

If you want to see the follow-up between Mo Zifei and Master, you can pay attention to the author column, and a new article of pure love will be opened in the future, and there is no CP ending here.