In the year 3919 of the Dao calendar, today, the magical power of the two palaces has been achieved.
When I think back to that June 15th in 3917, it is still as vivid as yesterday.
That day Zuo Guanglie fled to Zhuangjing, but was blocked by the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation.
He showed off his might and beat Gong Yangbai and Mo Jingyu to the point where they were unable to fight back.
That day, Li Yi's sword came from the west and killed Zuo Guanglie, who was driving Zhu Rong's true body.
That day he got up from the brink of death, officially opened his pulse, and achieved extraordinary results.
Later, he saw and experienced many wonderful battles, some more intense than this, and some at a higher level than this, but no other battle could bring him more joy than the original one. The shock is even stronger.
Since he was very young, he has longed for the scenery of the otherworld.
But that was the first time he truly saw what transcendence was!
At that time, he was huddled on the haystack under the altar table in the ruined temple, dying and waiting to die.
However, the exciting competition between the strong men of the world and the geniuses of all countries made him excited and filled his eyes with tears.
He told himself that the world he had always longed for was like this, this was it!
So he had worked hard for so long and still hadn't reached the transcendent realm, so how could he die in obscurity?
That was the most helpless and powerless moment for him, but when he looked up, he saw the scorching sun.
In such a fierce battle, Zuo Guanglie subconsciously protected him.
Just like that blazing sun, it withstood the rain of arrows.
Extraordinary strength, extraordinary courage, extraordinary compassion.
Later, with astonishing perseverance, he struggled with his sick body and groped among the fragments of Zuo Guanglie's flesh and blood with the hope of eventuality, and finally found the Pulse Opening Pill.
The setting sun is still shining, and the sick beggar swallows pills.
Death leads to new life.
No one knew at that time that the old genius had died and a new genius had appeared.
But at that time, he had thought that one day, he would be able to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, entering and exiting Qingming.
Gong Yangbai, Mo Jingyu, Zuo Guanglie, Li Yi... whatever they can do, he can too!
Today I see Mo Jingyu again. He is still flying as an eagle and is the center of attention.
He has also opened the second inner palace and mastered two magical powers.
He is no longer a beggar lying in a ruined temple, waiting for death, but he truly has the power to determine his own destiny.
Opportunities in life come to this.
It is true that Mo Jingyu will not remember him, and he never cared about a beggar who was waiting to die during the war.
Jiang Wang still silently took out the cloak from the storage box and put it on his head. Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
In today's Yong Kingdom, if a Zhuang person is found out, he will be half-disabled or dead. Others don't care whether he has any grudge against Zhuang Gaoxian or not.
"The sun is too bright for my eyes."
He explained casually to make his behavior more reasonable.
The people waiting in line to give gifts in front of and behind him ignored him.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Jingyu.
Everyone knows that today, Momen is Yongting's biggest support. The geniuses of Momen are naturally the targets of the Yong Kingdom's powerful people.
The political implications of Mo Jingyu coming to Weining Marquis Mansion to celebrate his birthday have inevitably made many people wonder.
But among those who still have to queue up to give birthday gifts, naturally few of them understand the real situation. All said and done, it's all conjecture. In vain to make people laugh.
Compared to others, Jiang Wang had more doubts.
If he remembered correctly, Mo Jingyu should be Qin Mo. At the beginning, he and Gong Yangbai were ordered by Ying Wu to set up an ambush to surround and kill Zuo Guanglie.
Qin is a powerful country in the world, and its attitude towards the power of sects has always been to "control hundreds of families for my own use." On this point, it is consistent with Qi.
Just like Yue Leng was first a member of Qi and then a disciple of Legalism.
Qin Mo was also Qin's predecessor.
Mo Jingyu was first a minister of Qin, and then a disciple of the Mo family.
But the problem is that the current Yong Kingdom "deposes hundreds of schools of thought and only respects Mohism."
In the future that can be seen with the naked eye, whether the new Yong Mo is preceded by Yong Mo or Mo preceded Yong Mo is bound to be a confusing matter and it will take time to clarify.
But at least for now, although Yong Kingdom is the first country that Momen tried to allocate resources to support, it is not Jucheng itself, it is still Yong Kingdom.
Mo Jingyu is a native of Qin. What is he doing in Yong Kingdom? And he became the guest of Yongguo Wei Ninghou in a grand manner?
Even listening to the comments from those around him, he still shouldered certain leadership responsibilities among the Mohist disciples in Yong State.
Has Mo Jingyu completely returned to the Mo family now? Or does it have other missions?
"Hello!"
A fat hand patted his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Jiang Wang turned around and saw a fat man with a sinewy face, holding a steel knife and a fierce expression.
The person who was originally lined up behind him was a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman, but now he was pushed further back.
"It's wrong to jump in line." Jiang Wang said.
"Why are you jumping in line!" A thin man came out from the side and raised his hand to pick out his bamboo hat.
Jiang Wang stepped back slightly to avoid it.
"Remember grandpa?" Although the thin man's hand failed, his tone was still very arrogant.
"You have something to say, otherwise..." Jiang Wang sighed: "I can call someone."
"Huh? Calling someone?" The fat man shouted angrily: "You don't want to ask around, I, Zheng Laosan..."
The steward in front of the Weining Marquis Mansion glanced this way from a distance.
His voice immediately dropped: "Is it useful for you to call people? Is it possible that you can never leave Weining Houfu for the rest of your life?"
"That's right!" The thin man also echoed: "You stole Fourth Master's bamboo hat and you dared to call someone? Can Weining Marquis tolerate a little thief like you?"
It was actually the bamboo hat that was recognized...
Jiang Wang really didn't expect that there would be such an accident, that a bamboo hat he "bought" would meet the mistress so far away.
What’s even more unexpected is that this bamboo hat has nothing special about it, yet it can still be recognized!
He sighed deeply: "Didn't I give you money?"
"I actually used money to insult your third master!" Zheng Laosan was angry: "Is this a matter of money?"
"Grandpas, are you short of money?!" The thin man helped.
"Okay." Jiang Wang took off his cloak and handed it forward: "I shouldn't insult you. I will return the cloak to you, and you will return the money to me."
Zheng Laosan was furious, but he was afraid of disturbing the steward of the Hou Mansion, so he kept his voice very low, which affected his authority: "You can take it as you say! Return it as you say? What do you think of your third master!"
Jiang Wang really didn't want to attract attention at this time, so he sighed: "Then what do you want?"
"Of course I have to pay for it!" The thin man squeezed forward and said.
Zheng Laosan said nothing, only shook the steel knife in his hand.
Jiang Wang looked at the two fat and thin guys, and couldn't help but sigh again: "So it's not about the money, it's about the lack of money? Then how much do you want?"
"Fifty taels!" The thin man blurted out. Zheng Laosan stepped on him with his heel and immediately changed his words: "Isn't this an insult to your Fourth Master? It's still eighty taels!"
"I'll give it." Jiang Wang said happily: "After I give it, can you stop pestering me?"
"It's not about money, it's mainly about attitude." The fat man patted his chest: "I, Mr. Zheng, will do what I say!"
The thin man followed: "Me, Mr. Li, too!"
Jiang Wang directly took out eighty taels of silver and handed it to them: "Liang Qing?"
Zheng Laosan put it away: "Of course!"
He turned around and walked back, his fat figure turning very nimbly.
Li Laosi also followed eagerly.
Jiang Wang shook his head and didn't take it seriously. For an extraordinary monk, this amount of gold and silver is really insignificant.
Of course, what’s more important is——
Qingyunting’s team is here.
