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The name of Xu Wangzun is extremely special, so it is hard to forget once you listen to it.
Of course, more people do not call him this way, but call him a voice: Devil.
This person and the returning mountain can be said to have a connection that cannot be cut.
Xu Wangzun died in the back mountain.
However, this has been a matter of many years. I have never heard that this demon has received an apprentice. I have not heard that he has become a family, and there are descendants. How come suddenly a descendant emerges?
This news is difficult to distinguish between true and false, but whether it is true or not, it is obviously not a good news.
None of the things written on this thin piece of paper is a light thing, and people are very worried.
No wonder I heard that Ning Yu’s brother had said that it’s best to be peaceful in this world, but if there is something, nine out of ten are not good things.
I didn’t feel deeply touched by Xiaodong in the past, but now I can see such a piece of paper and write so many things on the top, I can hardly find any good things.
"Master, should you go to tell Master immediately?"
Mo Chen folded the letter paper: "I guess Master should also get news."
"Is it a rumor that the devil is a rumor?"
"It shouldn't be, his message is hard."
Mo Chen touched his head: "Don't worry, what about the demon statues? The magic road has long been a thing of the past. Xu Wangzun was actually the end of the magic road at that time. His surprise was only a return to the light. If At that time, he succeeded, and the Magic Road might have turned around, but he failed, and the decline of the Magic Road has been unrecoverable."
But the people who died in the right way also had a large blockbuster, and the number of masters who had more than a thousand of them was dead. Xiaodong still remembers the empty swords and empty houses that they had seen on the way to Beifucheng. Seeing the size of the sword, Imagine how many people will practice swords here, and now they are all beaten by the rain. When the wind blows away, it makes people feel depressed and flustered.
Knowing that he is young and courageous is not too big, Mo Chen explained to him carefully: "Is it the last time that the magician pretending to be Lin Yan scared you?"
"Not scared..."
"Good, not scared." Mo Chen said: "Do you think that their means can see the light? Can the people who come then be strong enough to remove our sect?"
Xiaodong quickly shook his head.
Of course, it can't be. If they have such a big skill, they will use the people of Feijinbala to sneak into the mountains and sneak up on those activities. Not to mention that I fled quickly, isn't it because I was afraid of Master and Master?
Although later met a few times the people of the magic road to find things, including the death of the Lord of the Song Dynasty in the northern city, the injury of the brother-in-law, the exquisite teacher and sister left, are the magic of the road, think of it makes people hate it. But these people never dared to show up, all in the night, behind the scenes, sneaking around the sneaky hands and feet. The means are very vicious, but what about these? What else can they do? Live like a group of mice hiding in the hole and not dare to see the light.
Xiaodong nodded.
He understood it a bit.The evil is invincible, and the Magic Road is actually very sorry for the word "Magic." In the past few decades, although the right way is also the dying of talents, the magic road is almost the collapse of the ice, a decent figure is not, there is no force to support, but there are still a few jump clowns in the hard support .
So the master makes him not afraid.
Indeed, to understand this, Xiaodong also feels not afraid.
Not afraid not to represent the need to avoid the war. The return of the mountain and the revenge of the magic road accumulated one layer at a time, and it has not been possible to resolve it. Linglong’s sister is still missing, but she can only conclude that she is still alive, and her brother... is alive, but no more news is available.
You can only comfort yourself and know that you are alive. Everyone is alive, just living in different places, and always seeing each other in the future, they will be able to find the exquisite sister and sister.
Duan Ping asked outside the courtyard: "Can the master be there?"
Mo Chen responded with a voice and opened the door.
"Master, there are guests who worship the mountain."
"who?"
"How many dials, not together, we are not good at masters, the masters go and see."
Mo Chenwei Shen Shen: "Well, I will come right away."
Mo Chen took care of the clothes and changed a pair of shoes to go out.
When he was not seen, he guessed who would come.
It may be that the two Taoist temples that are close to the returning mountain see them coming back. If they are sent, they may be close to the Zongmen, and there may be people who come from the mountains.
After all, the whereabouts of Hu Zhenren is not a secret. People in Tianjishan may not be indifferent to their departure.
Mo Chen guessed half.
It is true that the Taoist priests in the vicinity have sent people to post the posts. The people in the two Taoist temples can only be regarded as a little way to cultivate the road. It is not comparable to the returning mountain. There have been several encounters before. Difficulties, thanks to the return of the mountain to help the smooth and smooth to today, usually have a gift for the New Year holiday, but also inquire about the birth of Li Fulin, not falling every time. It is not important to send a thick gift, the important thing is this.
The returning mountains suddenly closed the mountains, and they followed them with fear. Now I heard that the people who returned to the mountain came back, and they were too busy to send people.
For them, the returning mountains are big backers, which are the giants that they look up to. They probably didn't know for the rest of their lives. The returning mountain was just a small ancestral door that was not old enough to build a new age. In the world of the monks, the Zongmen, which is bigger than this, is far older than it. Most ordinary people will not leave their place of residence in their lifetime, even if someone
It is also difficult to reach the dangerous peaks of those who are difficult to visit. The people who cultivated the Tao are not allowed to join the WTO. They do not interact with ordinary people. The returning mountain style is so close to the people, but it does not mean other sects.
Another group of people also came to send posts, and they stopped at the foot of the mountain and did not rush to the mountain. It’s the Changhe School to send the post. After the burial of the Sword Valley, the two ancestral gates closest to the reflowing mountain left the Changhe School and the Wanshi Mountain Villa. Except for the funeral sword valley, these two sects are on the battle, and the battle is inevitable. The Changhe faction saw the wind falling, fearing to follow the footsteps of Jian Gu, and wanted to find foreign aid.Among these people, there are no people who have been guessed by Mo Chen in advance.
It seems that between the same door of Tianji Mountain, the sentiment is already weak to even strangers. Hu Zhenren took the initiative to leave and quit Zongmen, and it was very difficult for them to ask for it. How can he still remember him? Even if you remember, most of them are worried that he will return to fight for power by returning to the mountains.
All of them have reached this point. Hu Zhenren has no expectations for those people, but his temperament does not come out with the knife and killing each other. No wonder he finally chose to leave.
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