Mo's courtyard.
Afternoon.
The warm sunshine shone down, forming mottled light and shadow through the gaps in the trees, and fell on the faces of Mo Chengjun and Baling'er.
In the middle of the lounge chair, on a coffee table, there is freshly brewed tea that is still exuding steam, with a delicate fragrance and a long aftertaste.
Tea, of course, is good tea.
Yunjian City is already rich in tea trees, and there are skilled old tea craftsmen who have been immersed in this industry for a lifetime, thus creating this top-notch Yunwu tea.
At this time, Xue Pan was considered a big businessman, so he was eligible to buy some shares every year. He knew that Mo Chengjun loved tea, so he sent it here.
However, at this time, neither Mo Chengjun nor Baling'er was in the mood to taste the top-notch Yunwu tea. Instead, they slumped on the recliner like a dead dog, looking drained.
After a long time, Mo Chengjun asked: "How is it? How does it feel to be a celebrity?"
"It's so terrible!"
Baling'er looked frightened, patted his chest, and said: "I never felt like this before, but this time it's really, really... too enthusiastic.
Fortunately, fortunately, the Palace Master came forward. "
As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at Mo Chengjun, complaining: "It's you, too. You really don't show any brotherly affection, and you have to drag me to suffer with you."
"Who asked you to gloat on the sidelines?"
Baling'er looked confused: "Do I have it? Why don't I know it myself?"
"The smile on your lips betrays you. Moreover, I know that you are a socially awkward person, so you are best suited to situations like this."
"Junior Brother Mo, do you know what I want to say at this time?"
"Thank me!"
"I really want to thank you!"
"no, I'm fine!"
"My mmp."
"..."
The two of them bicker and hurt each other every day, and they go back and forth with each other, which is very lively.
After another long while, their mouths felt dry, and they took a sip of fragrant tea. The sweet and fragrant tea soaked into their limbs and bones, and they finally regained their spirits.
Until this moment, Mo Chengjun still sighed: "It's the boss who works, and with a pardon order, everyone was driven back.
I'm not used to this quietness. "
Baling'er chuckled and said, "You have only started for a short time. All real old people know that, even if you look at the Sword Master of the Four Seasons, you are only the third in rank.
But in fact, even if the head master meets her, he has to..."
Baling'er hesitated to speak, but Mo Chengjun already knew what he meant and asked with interest: "Is there any other explanation?"
"Haha, let me tell you..."
Just when Baling'er wanted to blow a wave enthusiastically, he saw two heads, one big and one small, squeezing over to the side, but it was Xiao Rui'er and Xue Ling, looking like curious babies.
Of course, this is nothing, the two little guys will only arouse his desire to brag.
However, at the same time, an inexplicable aura came.
Everyone else seemed unaware, but he, like a rabbit being stared at by a tiger, stood on end for a moment.
As soon as the conversation changed, he said: "Let me tell you, the palace master's pardon order is one-sided.
What's more, since the matter has been settled, the big guys have to go back, and their disciples and elders have to follow.
Otherwise, there will definitely be some pulling and pulling. "
Mo Chengjun's perception was so sharp, although the inexplicable aura was not directed at him, and it was indeed restrained and subtle enough.
But he was still aware of it.
With a twitching face, he changed the subject and asked: "Speaking of which, I just want to ask, who is the fourth prince of Daxuan?
I've never heard anyone mention it before. How could he get all the immortal sects in Yunzhou to stand up for him? "
During this period of time, the one who stirred up public opinion more than the 108 Phoenix Sons assessed by the Wutong Dharma Assembly was none other than the fourth prince of Daxuan, the fourth legitimate son of the Human Emperor, Zhao Yin.
The current situation is that the Human Emperor is about to die, and the nine states in the world are in chaos. Although it is not said to shake the country's foundation, it is really a troubled time.
There are monsters everywhere and ghosts running rampant.
There are nine dragons in the sky fighting for the legitimate son, fighting openly and secretly.
It's true that it's as messy as a ball of numbness.
As for the Immortal Sect with such a status as the Galaxy Sword Sect, to be honest, there is really no need to be so eager to take sides, let alone to express an attitude.
But the final result of the discussion between a group of big guys was that the fourth prince became the spokesperson of the Galaxy Sword Sect in this competition for the position of Human Emperor.
And he expressed his attitude early and made his position clear.
This contrast, not to mention the melon-eating masses, even the other top immortal sects are probably still confused.
Of course, these are the top-level games and plans after all, and they cannot understand them, but this does not prevent the fourth prince from becoming the subject of heated discussion.
"With your character of not caring about anything, isn't that what you should be doing?"
Even when he was answering, Baling'er did not forget Mo Chengjun's words, and then said: "According to the news from the sect, this fourth prince Zhao Yin can be regarded as the most practical one among the descendants of Emperor Min. .
The nine states are so big that the human race has a territory of tens of thousands of miles. Although there are immortal gates to suppress them and monks to protect them, most of them can only live in seclusion in some famous mountains and rivers.
It is the Daxuan Dynasty that truly manages the secular world and keeps the human race thriving.
As for Di Min, although he was tolerant and kind-hearted and didn't like killing, he not only continued Di Kang's policy, but also further relaxed restrictions.
In the secular world, its reputation has always been good.
But you have to know that everything has two sides.
Because of his excessive laxity, official corruption has become common, and corruption and bribery have become almost blatant.
What works well and what works is what works. You can imagine how much suffering the people at the bottom must suffer. "
Speaking of this, Baling'er paused and then said: "I don't understand the big truth, but I always feel that if the voices of hundreds of millions of people are ignored, disaster will happen to this great dynasty one day.
And this fourth prince?
There are many people who say good things about him. They recognize his hard work, rigorousness, ability to do things down-to-earth, serious problem solving, and never engage in those empty-headed things.
But there are more people who say bad things about him, especially those officials, wealthy businessmen, and wealthy families.
They all thought that he was too cruel, killing and showing no mercy to others. "
When Baling'er said this, the image of a decisive and murderous man with sinister eyes formed in Mo Chengjun's mind.
He paused slightly and then asked: "So, when did he get in touch with our Galaxy Sword Sect?
What method did he use to get all the immortal sects in Yunzhou to stand up for him and support him? "
Baling'er looked at him and said nothing.
Mo Chengjun nodded: "I understand, you don't know either!"
"So, you know?"
"Why should I know?"
"Then you still ask?"
The two of them walked around for a long time, finally stopped talking nonsense, and both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Because, the inexplicable aura finally faded away.
Balinger slumped listlessly on the recliner again, and asked, "Leaving?"
Mo Chengjun nodded: "Already gone!"
"By the way, what number is this?"
Mo Chengjun tilted his head: "It should be four.
No, I said, what do the big guys above want to do?
They have nothing to do and make a surprise attack. They don’t know that people are scary, so they will scare them to death, right? "
Baling'er grinned: "Look at you!"
"Then just watch. Do you need to look at me secretly, uh, from a distance?"
"There must be someone who doesn't want them to see it!"
"I, alas..."
Mo Chengjun looked hopeless: "I want to go into seclusion, the kind of seclusion to death. I don't want to come out to see anyone!"
Baling'er looked envious: "Now you have really caught the attention of all the big guys.
From now on, Galaxy Sword Sect, you can walk sideways. "
…
In the Galaxy Sword Sect, there are only seven palace masters who can turn their attention to any place at any time.
Because, the entire Barren Mountain Seven Palaces is a huge formation, controlled by seven people.
To be valued by one of these seven people is probably a true inheritance, like Mo Chengjun before.
But after this time, he has left a deep impression on all the seven palace masters. It is not an exaggeration to say that he will walk sideways in the Galaxy Sword Sect in the future.
The question is, is Mo Chengjun the kind of person who needs to walk sideways?
Only crabs have to walk sideways.
For someone like him, he actually cares more about a quiet research environment.
In any case, the Wutong Dharma Assembly is finally over. Although the death of the Human Emperor will definitely cause an uproar, at least it is still stable now.
And the entire Galaxy Sword Sect quickly returned to its former tranquility.
After going through the aftermath of the Wutong Dharma Assembly, everything started to go on track again.
As for Mo Chengjun, he was honored to receive the summons from the six palace masters.
They are not summoned together, but come one by one.
First, Qingcang Peak, Qingcang Sword Master Deng Bolu.
Then there is Longding Mountain, where the Nine-Kill Sword Master Qu Hao is located; Wuhui Peak, where the No Regret Sword Master is Fan Tiande; Yunyuan Peak, where the Yunyuan Sword Master is Wu Yiping.
Finally, they met Dong Hongwu, the killing sword master of Holy Sword Mountain, and Hua Ye, the headmaster of the Galaxy Sword Sect, Tianhen Sword Master.
That's right, in order, in reverse order, they all met Mo Chengjun.
It was only at this time that Mo Chengjun finally recognized all these people after spending more than ten years in the Galaxy Sword Sect.
Well, it's not like I didn't know him before. I've seen the portrait and the real person.
But there is really no such close conversation.
In fact, there are probably only a few true disciples in the entire Galaxy Sword Sect who have achieved such an achievement.
And Mo Chengjun also has to say that each of these people actually has a strong personal style.
Some are personable, some laugh and talk, some are serious, and some are knowledgeable.
As for the content of the meeting and chat?
Most of them were compliments, acknowledging his contribution to the Wutong Dharma Conference and his contribution to the sect.
Of course, discussion of several secret books is also indispensable.
Obviously, these few people have also done research, and Mo Chengjun was a little overwhelmed by the questions they raised.
It's not that it's beyond the scope, but it's really too high a level, and there are many things that Mo Chengjun can't even reach now.
The only thing that confused Mo Chengjun was that at the end of the conversation, they all patted Mo Chengjun on the shoulder and spoke with sincere words of encouragement.
Let him practice hard and break through the golden elixir as soon as possible, and promise that after he breaks through, he will pass on the sword technique to him.
If one person is like this, it can be said that he is optimistic.
Everyone is like this. No matter how stupid Mo Chengjun is, he knows something is wrong.
Baling'er couldn't give him an answer to this question.
So, he honestly rode his four-eared donkey demon up to the Four Seasons Peak again.
There, the female sword master Shen Jinxiu had been waiting for her for a long time.
