Tianhen Mountain, Houshan, Mofu.
In the study room.
Mo Chengjun sat behind the desk, his eyes fixed on the letter in his hand, his expression was... wonderful!
Yes, if you mix 'incredible', 'incomprehensible', 'confused', 'jawed' and other expressions together, you can only use the word 'wonderful' to describe it.
But Mo Chengjun also felt that he couldn't help but show this expression, because, guess what he saw?
Heaven!
Yes, the letter mentioned 'heaven'.
As for Baling'er's replies to Mo Chengjun, they were many and long. Anyway, they were much more than what Mo Chengjun had sent.
At least half of the content accuses Mo Chengjun of overestimating his capabilities and criticizing him for being ignorant.
It was just a small golden elixir, and he didn’t even know his last name, so he actually challenged him on the sword.
He also exaggeratedly stated how many times he had fought with people outside, how many enemies he had killed, how many monsters he had killed, what titles he had gained, what magical powers he had gained, etc...
Anyway, he praised himself so much that he almost became an immortal with a sword instead of a golden elixir.
Mo Chengjun didn't look at all these things with a straight eye. At most, he glanced sideways and dismissed them.
It was not until the second half of the letter that the formal content finally entered - Baling'er talked in detail about the current situation in Yunzhou and his analysis and views.
It should be said that the specific situation is not much different from what the two little ones said.
But Baling'er's analysis of the situation was not as optimistic as the two little ones, nor as pessimistic as that of Elder Li from the outer sect. He analyzed it based on the information he had obtained.
Although the situation is critical, it cannot be said how serious it is. The specific reason is just four words - a mess.
Yes, as far as the current situation in Yunzhou is concerned, there are three demon kingdoms in the northwest, the Chen Bing border, the Wanfo Temple in the east with evil intentions, the Taishang Dao Sect in the south watching with cold eyes, and many rebel organizations inside, plus the fourth prince's Consistent stance, the gentry and officials also had their scruples.
All of these things don't seem to be going well anywhere.
But how to say it?
After all, it is a world where great power belongs to itself. Immortal monks can conquer a city alone. As long as the Galaxy Sword Sect remains in chaos, it will not be easy to overthrow.
What's more, although there are many people in this group, but without a leader and unable to gather strength together, they are not just a bunch of scattered sand.
Balinger is actually not worried about the situation in Yunzhou. He is only worried about those people who are still hiding behind.
Compared with the ones that have jumped out, the poisonous snakes hidden in the dark are still the most terrifying.
Well, Baling'er really didn't know that the 'Bu Tian Sect' was behind this, but he still told Mo Chengjun categorically that if the situation in Yunzhou could get so bad, there must be forces behind the scenes that are adding fuel to the flames.
But he didn't know which party it was.
But who is the most suspected, it must be the land of Zhongzhou, the Zhao royal family, the empress Dugu who has extraordinary methods.
The last one was Baling'er's guess. Mo Chengjun was non-committal, and he was not surprised by this 'a piece of loose sand' evaluation.
Can it be a piece of cake?
He killed all the rebel leaders, intercepted an unknown amount of supplies, and buried them in the Galaxy Sword Sect. It would be strange if they were not scattered!
However, Mo Chengjun also knew that with the strength shown by the 'Bu Tian Sect', if they realized that Tu Su was dead, they would probably send someone else to Yunzhou.
I wonder what will happen then?
Of course, if you want to say that the Galaxy Sword Sect has no plans, that's not true.
At least after being back for so long, Mo Chengjun gradually realized that six of the seven palace masters had gone out, and it seemed that they had some conspiracy.
I just don’t know where their swords will land?
Well, after all, Balinger is not in front of him, and the two of them cannot communicate with each other. There is no way to say more about their respective thoughts.
Then, at the end of the letter, Balinger also knew about Mo Chengjun.
Knowing that he had been in seclusion for a year, the information was probably out of touch, so he told him about various deeds during this year.
Mo Chengjun didn't care much about the others, but there was one thing that he really couldn't take his eyes away from.
It was just a few months ago. Calculating the time, it should be that the old master and the Four Seasons Sword Master actually issued the order when they returned from the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountains.
On the one hand, the affairs of the Heavenly Court were passed on to other Immortal Sects and the Zhao royal family, and notified to all the sects in Yunzhou.
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In other words, not to mention that everyone knows it, but in this Jiuzhou, Heaven is really not a secret.
The order given by the sect is also clear: whenever you encounter someone who claims to be from heaven, you must report it quickly.
And, be careful of ghosts and gods!
What is this 'ghost'?
Mo Chengjun wasn't quite sure yet, but at least he could understand most of the content.
But he was a little confused about the operations behind the sect!
The sect searched for many people who were searching for the records of 'Heavenly Court' in the pile of old papers.
Yes, since Heaven is known as the beginning of immortality and the foundation of civilization, how could there be no records of it so long ago?
Well, it should be said that this idea is actually correct, but it was also something Mo Chengjun never expected.
It felt like a strange sense of déjà vu that this 'game' could still be played like this.
However, what made Mo Chengjun's expression even more "wonderful" was yet to come - at the end of the letter, Baling'er made special additions.
Really, these two short sentences set off a storm in Mo Chengjun's mind...
"Historical data has confirmed that there were indeed sporadic records about Heaven a long time ago."
"Now, the Eight Immortal Sects and the Zhao royal family are gathering Confucian scholars to read the fragments of ancient books to find more information."
You can imagine how many question marks popped up in Mo Chengjun's mind when he saw this.
Although this borrowing the name of "Heavenly Court" is not a temporary idea on his part, it is not much different.
But now, it has been confirmed?
Can you tell me which one confirmed it?
Historical data?
Where did the historical data come from?
Pretending to be a historical material is legally responsible, just like counterfeiting antiques. Don’t tell nonsense.
At this moment, two villains appeared in Mo Chengjun's mind.
A villain is shouting, this must be a conspiracy, the old master probably wants to do something in the name of "Heavenly Court", that's why he is like this.
But another villain secretly cooed in his ear.
To say that the Eight Immortal Sects are not fools, how can they recognize this inexplicable 'Heavenly Court' if they don't have anything real?
Could it be possible that a long time ago, there really was such a divine abode?
…
Also today.
City between clouds.
Today, Tea Tree Alley welcomed a guest, a young man with fair face, beardless and handsome face, slightly fanning his folding fan. He stood outside the alley for a long time. After a long time, he finally folded the folding fan and walked in slowly.
And the moment he stepped into the alley, time seemed to freeze.
The pedestrians going out, the falling leaves, the evening breeze, and even the sound of reading in the private school seemed to be frozen in this moment.
There were only two people in the entire space who could still move. One of them was the scholar. He had retracted his folding fan and straightened his body. Although his expression was still smiling, he was faintly solemn.
Opposite him, in the private school, the old man walked out step by step with his back hunched over. Although he did not see the overwhelming magic power, every step he took made the white-faced scholar look ugly.
However, the old master couldn't hide his surprise when he saw the person coming.
"I really didn't expect you to be here? Since that magic weapon is in your hands, why would you be willing to be driven by them?"
The white-faced scholar didn't know what was going on, so he immediately defended himself: "Misunderstanding, really misunderstanding, I'm not here because of them, and I'm not here to fight with you.
I am actually here to ask for something. Please be calm and don't be impatient. It's a pity that this kind of sword formation is used on me. It's a pity. "
The old master tilted his head slightly: "Are you really not sent by them?"
The white-faced scholar pointedly swore: "No, it's definitely not. Please allow me some time and I will explain my purpose."
The old master stared at him seriously for a while and then said: "It's really not the case. It's a waste of my magic power."
With that said, he turned around and returned to the private school, and as he moved forward step by step, the great sense of crisis also diminished.
From a distance, an old voice came again: "Come in, do you want me to invite you?"
"coming!"
At the same place, the white-faced scholar wiped away the non-existent sweat and followed step by step into the room.
And when he stepped into it, everything solidified and returned to normal.
Pedestrians walked normally, and the leaves continued to fall. The wind blew by, causing the leaves to spin. In the private school, the sound of reading became louder and louder.
In the living room.
The old master and the white-faced scholar sat facing each other, and two cups of tea were served on their own. The fragrance of tea and the birds were rising, and the white-faced scholar also explained his intention.
After a moment, the old master couldn't help but raise his head, stared at the white-faced scholar, and repeated his request: "You are here for my sect disciple Mo Xiaozi. Do you want him to deduce the secret recording method for you?"
"right!"
"Although I admit that the little guy has some abilities, but now he is just a golden elixir and a corpse immortal level technique. Do you think too highly of him?"
"Wrong, I didn't make it clear."
The white-faced scholar explained softly: "What I need him to deduce is the Taiping Ghost Control Sutra!"
"So, are you really from the Ghost Spirit Sect?"
The white-faced scholar smiled bitterly: "That's right."
"can say that?"
The old master rubbed his chin and said: "I won't tell you how strong the many sects in Yunzhou are, but most of them have an idea.
Except for you, Ghost Spirit Sect, I always feel that you hide a lot of things, which are very dangerous.
No, a Corpse Immortal appeared silently. His corpse became an Immortal and became a Yaksha. This is something that has not been seen for many years. "
The white-faced scholar smiled bitterly, but then said: "Actually, you don't need to worry about the Ghost Spirit Sect at all, they have too much time to take care of themselves!"
"This is even more interesting." The old master's eyes flashed slightly and he asked, "Is it because of the Taiping Ghost Control Sutra?"
"Yes!"
"No wonder I heard Jinxiu mention it more than once that you want to invite Mo Xiaozi to the sect as a guest?"
Speaking of this, the white-faced scholar smiled sheepishly: "I know about that, but to be honest, there is probably someone inside who is causing trouble and has no good intentions.
Simply, you didn’t agree either.
However, the problem with the "Taiping Gui Jing" has indeed reached a point where it cannot be solved unless it is solved. When I came out this time and noticed something was wrong, I knew that this matter could not be postponed.
Therefore, I will come to you immediately.
Speaking of which, although the little guys below don't know how to do things, their thinking is still right. The problem of secret recording skills must be solved after all. "
"That's it!"
The old master did not ask the specific reason, but just said: "The last question, if you are willing to answer it, let's do this. I dare not say that I will agree to it, but I will come forward to help you ask it."
The white-faced scholar seemed to know what the old master wanted to ask. He opened his mouth and said after a long while: "Is it okay if you don't say anything?"
"Then there's no need to talk!"
"The problem is, even if you know it, it doesn't mean much, right?"
"But I'm curious."
"Forget it, forget it, since you want to ask, why don't you ask?"
"Are you that one?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't think so. Although I have never met him, if he really dominates the world, he probably won't talk to me so well."
"I am indeed not a general, but his sword attendant."
The white-faced scholar finally sighed: "Since you want to hear it, I will tell you.
It was the last year of the Great Xia, when the Nine Dragons were seizing the heirs and the demons were causing chaos..."
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