Moying Mountain, inside the main hall of Moying Sect.
Feng Erniang cried heartbrokenly. His only son, Mo Chengfeng, was lying in a cold sarcophagus and could never get up. How would she live in the future...
"My son!" Feng Erniang stumbled towards the sarcophagus, wanting to see her son for the last time, but Mo Huaiyang hugged her waist and stopped her.
Mo Chengfeng was burnt beyond recognition, there was no good spot on his body, and his original appearance was nowhere to be seen. Mo Huaiyang couldn't calm down after looking at it, let alone his mother Feng Erniang!
"Let go, I want to see my son..." Feng Erniang struggled desperately, but she still couldn't break free from Mo Huaiyang's restraint. She bit Mo Huaiyang's shoulder fiercely, breathing hard. ...
After five breaths, Feng Erniang let go helplessly, resigned herself to her fate and fell limply into Mo Huaiyang's arms, constantly muttering: "My son, my son..."
Feng Erniang has been very competitive throughout her life, and nothing has ever been able to knock her down. She looked so embarrassed today. This was the first time that Mo Huaiyang saw that this incompetent mother cared so much about her son.
"If biting me will make Er Niang vent her anger, I will bear with it." Mo Huaiyang gritted his teeth and swallowed all the pain in his heart. He had already lost his son, and he didn't want to lose his wife as well.
Feng Erniang shook her head absentmindedly. Even if she bit Mo Huaiyang's shoulder, her son would not come back. Thinking of this, she began to blame herself: "They all blamed me. I shouldn't have scolded him away that day. it's all my fault!"
Feng'er Niang started to slap her mouth like crazy, one after another, and Mo Huaiyang couldn't stop it no matter how he tried to stop her. He called two female disciples in a panic, and forced Feng Erniang back to the dormitory. He also fed Feng Erniang the tranquilizing pills, and Feng Erniang fell into a drowsy sleep for half an hour.
When Feng Erniang woke up, her mood had stabilized a lot. When the disciple reported, Mo Huaiyang had already arranged Mo Chengfeng's funeral. The first thing he has to do is to find someone to repair Mo Chengfeng's remains, otherwise Feng Erniang will collapse when she sees it.
"Why don't you let me see my son? Are you afraid that I won't be able to bear it?" Feng Erniang's words were calm, without the previous excitement. It seemed that she had accepted the fact that Mo Chengfeng died.
But Mo Huaiyang still didn't dare to tell Feng Erniang the truth. He could only change the subject and said: "Madam, there is no need to blame yourself. Ji Beichen killed the person. He must be killed for his life. I, Mo Huaiyang, are at odds with him!"
"I want to see my son!" Feng Erniang sat up from the bed. She wanted to see Mo Chengfeng for the last time and send him off on his last journey. As for revenge, Mo Huaiyang had to worry about it. He loved their son the most. , even more worried than her mother.
Thinking of this, Feng Erniang calmed down again. Mo Huaiyang should feel as uncomfortable as her, but now he has to run both ways, caring about her condition and worrying about his son's funeral. It's really hard on him... .
"Huaiyang, thank you for your hard work." Feng Erniang raised her cheeks, her red and swollen eyes shining with gratitude. For the first time, she felt the kindness of her husband, not because her husband was the head of a sect.
"It's good that you're okay..." Mo Huaiyang choked up as he spoke. If Feng Erniang had been more considerate of him earlier and cared more about their son, things would not have turned out like this. Maybe Mo Chengfeng wouldn't have lost his life because of this, but there is never what if...
But Mo Huaiyang never complained about Feng Erniang, but felt guilty towards her. Feng Erniang married into the Mo family before she was twenty. The two were fifteen years apart. The age gap and experience made it difficult for them to get along well.
In addition, he was a romantic at that time, surrounded by many beautiful concubines, and was involved in promiscuity everywhere. The reason why Feng Erniang married him was entirely because of the interests of the family, and she did not look down on the incompetent leader of the Mo family at all.
Feng Erniang got out of bed and sat in front of the mirror to dress herself up. She didn't want her son to see her vulnerable side. In Feng'er's heart, she had always been the counselor behind Mo Huaiyang and the most powerful figure in Mo Shadow Sect. The smartest and most beautiful woman.
Mo Huaiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked behind Feng Erniang and traced her eyebrows as before. Looking at the face that suddenly looked more haggard in the mirror, he felt sour in his heart.
Feng Erniang was combing her hair absentmindedly, and then she thought of something and said to Mo Huaiyang: "Let Feng'er wear the young master's robe, he likes that dress the most. Also, he is afraid that Jing can't choose too much." A remote place is best where there are birds singing and flowers fragrant, and there are mountains and water.”
Feng Erniang suddenly turned around, held Mo Huaiyang's hand anxiously, and said, "Husband, is Feng'er going to the Mo family's ancestral land? Is there such a good place there?"
"Yes, yes, Er Niang is at ease." Mo Huaiyang agreed repeatedly. What Feng Er Niang said was remembered by his servants. What he always thought about was how to avenge his son.
While the two were talking, a disciple of the sect came to report: "Sect master, Ji Ziheng came to see you again. He said he came specially to be the young master..."
"No." Mo Huaiyang waved his hand and refused irritably. He was worried about how to deal with Yan Yuezong, so he had no time to see his old enemy.
Ji Ziheng seemed to be possessed by a man recently, and he came to Mo Shadow Sect every two days to ask for an audience. She didn't know why. Feng Erniang had always been disgusted with Ji Ziheng, a sentimental person, so she stopped him from letting Mo Huaiyang see him.
Feng Erniang raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, pulled Mo Huaiyang's sleeves, raised her face and said sternly: "Husband, don't worry, Ji Ziheng still dares to come after knowing about Feng'er. This is interesting."
Mo Huaiyang thought about it in his mind. It was indeed the case. Let's meet him and see what Ji Ziheng said: "Come here, bring Ji Ziheng to the side hall."
"Husband, Er Niang wants to hear it too." Feng Er Niang said her thoughts softly and looked at Mo Huaiyang expectantly.
Mo Huaiyang was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He was not used to Feng Erniang's words being so gentle.
The two of them changed into plain clothes and went to the side hall together. Ji Ziheng was a little impatient waiting, but he didn't complain. After all, it was better to wait than not to see him.
"Keeper Ji, it's not convenient for Japan to entertain guests today, do you have anything important to do?" Mo Huaiyang and Ji Ziheng have not been on each other since they were young. Today's incident about Mo Chengfeng has upset him, so naturally he doesn't have a good attitude.
Ji Ziheng's face was a little uneasy, but since he had something serious to say, he temporarily put down his resentment and said to Mo Huaiyang and Feng Erniang: "My condolences to you, Young Master Mo. I, Ji Ziheng, may be able to help you." .”
When Feng Erniang heard this, she became anxious. She glanced at Mo Huaiyang, raised her hand to ask Ji Ziheng to take a seat, and said eagerly: "Hufa Ji might as well just say it."
Ji Ziheng did not give in. He sat down directly and said to Feng Erniang: "Mrs. Feng, don't be in a hurry. There is one more thing that I need to explain clearly to Sect Master Mo before that."
Mo Huaiyang was quite annoyed when he saw Ji Ziheng's betrayal. He was about to curse, but Feng Erniang beat him to it and said, "Guardian Ji, please speak."
Ji Ziheng looked at Mo Huaiyang's livid face and felt much relieved. The bad breath that had been in his chest for many days dissipated, not to mention how proud he felt.
Feng Erniang's eyes suddenly darkened, and a chill gradually grew. Although she couldn't see Ji Ziheng's triumphant look, she still chose to endure it when it came to her son Mo Chengfeng.
However, if Feng Erniang doesn't get any valuable information, Ji Ziheng may not be able to walk out of this door today. Life or death depends on her thoughts.
Ji Ziheng's calf couldn't help but tremble, and he suddenly understood why Mo Huaiyang kicked all his concubines out of the Mo Shadow Sect twenty years ago. He was probably trying to save the lives of these women.
If Feng Erniang gets aggressive after eating something, she will really kill you. She probably won't even blink. This level of cruelty is not comparable to that of ordinary women.
Ji Ziheng was speechless for a long time. His personal guard was so anxious that he hurriedly called out: "Master..."
Ji Ziheng coughed, sat upright, and said sternly: "City Lord Mu asked me to give you a message, how is Feng Siniang doing in Yan Yue Sect?"
When Feng Erniang heard this, she stood up from her seat, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Seeing Feng Erniang's reaction so strongly, Ji Ziheng became bolder: "What do you mean, the Feng family knows best, and the Li family's marriage is like this, but you, the Mo Feng family, have no explanation?"
Ji Ziheng's words shocked Feng Erniang. How did this boy know about the Feng family? Did City Lord Mu really send him to ask for an explanation?
"Hahaha!" Mo Huaiyang laughed. He had been fighting with Ji Ziheng for half his life, but he couldn't figure out what Ji Ziheng was thinking. This kid was obviously cheating.
"I don't believe that Old City Master Mu would trust a protector of the Yan Yue Sect and tell you such a secret thing. Do you really think I'm stupid?" Mo Huaiyang's eyes widened. If Ji Ziheng couldn't convince him, he wouldn't mind doing it for Yan. No return to remove a traitor.
Facing Mo Huaiyang's doubts, Ji Ziheng remained calm. He had a bigger "gift" in his hand that he had not yet given to Mo Huaiyang, but before that, he still had to save his life.
"Sect Master Mo, you have surrendered to the Huan Mie Sect a long time ago. Otherwise, how would you know about the manifestation of the Heavenly Book?"
Ji Ziheng raised his eyebrows and continued: "You pretended to bring the Feng family to join the Liangzhou City Lord just to avoid arousing suspicion from others."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Mo Huaiyang denied it and lowered his head guiltily. Not many people knew about this matter. How did Ji Ziheng learn about it?
In fact, Liangzhou City Lord's health problem is no secret. The reason why Mu Lao City Lord lived forever was because he took a possession pill given to his son-in-law by Wuji Immortal Lord, but that possession pill was time-effective.
Moreover, the statute of limitations has actually passed now, and City Master Mu is going to have problems soon. No matter how stupid Mo Huaiyang is, he will not let City Master Mu control him.
Ji Ziheng knew that Mo Huaiyang would not admit it, so he did not argue with him and continued to slowly open this "gift": "If you don't tell secret words, the imperial court will soon send someone to replace Old City Master Mu. This matter You know it."
Mo Huaiyang's face darkened and he did not refute Ji Ziheng's words. He had indeed known for a long time that the old city lord was not going to die soon, and the marriage between the Feng family and the Li family was just a show to show to the emperor of the Mu family in the capital.
Because the imperial court has always been wary of the world of cultivation, and the luck of City Lord Mu in Liangzhou has been exhausted and he can no longer continue to check and balance Liangzhou. If Mo Huaiyang wants to keep the Moying Sect, he can only pretend to cooperate with the imperial court in exchange for more Much time.
"You sent someone to follow us?" Feng Erniang stared at Ji Ziheng closely, trying to see something in his eyes.
"Following?" Ji Ziheng smiled scornfully. There was no need to bother with tracking. With his status, someone would tell him about it. As for who it was, he could tell the truth.
