Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 238 He will always be Li Mo!Return to the Market Since ancient times, people have come ([-] in [-])

Cangshan is towering and green, and the night is colorful.

Inside the gazebo, the breeze blows slowly, making the lights in the glazed cup shake, making the clear shadow blur.

Feng Wannian remained silent, waiting for his eagerly awaited answer.

As a Xuanmen sword species, there are not many people in this world who are capable but have the power to mobilize him.

Five years ago, it was when he first showed his talents, but because of the man in front of him, he went to Longyuan Mansion and found the mountain gate that had long been forgotten by the world.

Luofu Mountain, if it weren't for a black sword that came out of here 300 years ago.

I'm afraid that even Feng Wannian doesn't know that such a mountain gate exists in this world.

He abandoned everything, bid farewell to the past, hibernating in Longyuan, hiding in Luofu, there is only one reason...or there is only one mission.

That is to stay by Li Mo's side.

At that time, Li Mo was unknown in Luofu Mountain. In front of Qi Yu's world-renowned genius, he only relied on Yan Zixia's relationship to obtain a jailer's seat in the secluded prison, which made almost Among the many disciples who were about to be wiped out, Li Mo found some value.

At that time, Feng Wannian couldn't believe that he traveled thousands of miles to Luofu Mountain for such a guy! ?
Five years... For five full years, that question has been haunting my mind all the time.

Even though he formed a deep friendship with Li Mo, the cloud of suspicion still lingers.

Now, Li Mo has come to Wangxuan City, and with that astonishing appearance, he will go to the capital soon.

At this moment, Feng Wannian finally asked the question that had troubled him for five years.

"Li Mo... who is it!?" Feng Wannian asked again.

"He is someone who doesn't exist."

Inside the gazebo, the indifferent voice sounded faintly, as if it answered something, but it seemed that it didn't answer anything.

"People who don't exist? What do you mean?" Feng Wannian couldn't ride sister.

"The reason I let you stay by his side is to make him just Li Mo, nothing more."

"He can be a disciple of Luofu, or he can be the successor of the Black Sword...but he can only be Li Mo..."

In the gazebo, that icy voice revealed an unquestionable majesty and an irreversible will.

"You mean... Li Mo's real identity cannot be revealed? Then if he goes to the capital, will he be in danger?" Feng Wannian's complexion changed slightly, this was what he was most worried about.

The mountain wind howled, and the gazebo fell into a brief silence.

The faint flame swayed with the mountain wind, shaking the long shadow more and more strangely.

"The overbearing sword species swallows everything, whether it is feelings or emotions... You have been with him for too long, and you are becoming more and more like a human being..."

The cold voice sounded again.

"I was originally human."

Feng Wannian's answer obviously stunned the figure in the gazebo.

"When you get close to vermilion, you get red, when you get close to ink, you get black..."

In the gazebo, that stalwart voice seemed to shake his head helplessly.

"I will protect him in this life, but in this life he can only be Li Mo... Otherwise, there will be no one in heaven and earth to save him, and many people will die."

The cold words turned into a whine in the whimpering mountain wind. Under the moonlight, Feng Wannian's complexion suddenly changed, and there was a trace of surprise in his trembling eyes.

Being able to make the man in front of him say such things, Li Mo's identity is even more unfathomable than he imagined.

"Li Mo this year..."

At this moment, Feng Wannian didn't seem to want to stop. He changed the subject, and immediately caught the gaze of the figure in the gazebo.

"Eighteen years ago, a fire raged in Kyoto... It seems that many people died in that disaster..."

"You adjusted the secret file of Xuantian Hall."

"The fire in September, burning the capital... Li Mo was born that year... According to the records, Cheng Wang's mansion was also buried in that accident..."

Feng Wannian mentioned a piece of the past.

King Cheng is the seventh son of His Majesty, the Prince of Wulong conferred by the imperial court.

Eighteen years ago, the prince who was most loved by Emperor Qian died in that fire.

"According to the records, King Cheng seems to have an heir who is the same age as Li Mo..."

"The heirs of King Cheng have not been affected by the fire, they have already been brought into the palace by His Majesty, and have been trained by his side for many years..."

In the gazebo, the looming figure couldn't help but smile, and refuted Feng Wannian's guess.

"How can the blood of the royal family easily flow into the mortal world? Have you been in contact with him for too long, and your brain is flooded?"

"Forehead……"

Feng Wannian was at a loss for words for a moment. After all, he had been away from Beijing for many years and had limited information. What's more, the imperial secrets were not accessible to ordinary people.

But it's right to think about it, if it is really the blood of the royal family, why should it be so secretive! ?

"If you want his life to be safe, don't ask too many questions...he's just Li Mo."

In the gazebo, those indifferent words finally marked the end of this question and answer.

"Is he still safe now? I'm afraid the reputation of the successor of the black sword is not very good." Feng Wannian said lightly.

He grew up in the Xuantian Pavilion since he was a child, so he naturally knew the weight of the black sword. Back then, this master was not afraid of the sky and the earth, and he provoked countless enemies, including many masters in the capital.

Now he is only in Wangxuan City, if Li Mo really arrives in the capital, God knows what kind of troubles will come to him.

"Three hundred years have passed... In the capital, everyone has to play according to the rules of the game... If he can't keep playing, it's good to be an ordinary person."

Feng Wannian frowned, staring coldly at the figure in the gazebo.

"You don't want him to die, nor do you want him to rise..."

Feng Wannian's voice revealed unconcealable dissatisfaction.

"Pay attention to your position..." The cold voice reminded.

Feng Wannian remained silent, stood up, and was about to leave.

"You look for an opportunity to make him be careful about that brat in Martial Dao Mountain... When Beisha Xuanzang left, he seemed to have left something for him...something that could kill him.

A simple sentence made Feng Wannian stop.

"I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wannian stood up straight, and like a ghost, he melted into the wind and disappeared under the vast night.

"Li Mo..."

After a long time, there was a sigh in the gazebo, chewing on the names of those who hadn't seen each other in 18 years.
"His Majesty Shenzong... oh..."

The sigh was deep, as if a pool of autumn water had melted, creating ripples, stirring up the cold moonlit night.

……

the next day.

Feng Wannian revealed the information about Jiang Chen to Li Mo very implicitly.

"Bei Sha Xuan Zang left something for him? How did you know such a secret thing?" Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian suspiciously.

"I have a way." Feng Wannian's explanation was reasonable.

"You have to be careful. If you really can't do it in the capital, just admit it and save your life. It's not shameful." Feng Wannian persuaded.

"What the hell..."

Li Mo curled his lips, and the greeting stopped instantly when it reached his lips, turning it into a savings of merit.

As one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world, he was ashamed to leave something to the monks of the mountain gate.

No one left anything for a little guy like Li Mo who had no identity or background and climbed up step by step from the bottom.

"Be careful..." Feng Wannian reminded again.

"Afraid of a bird." Li Mo sneered.

In desperation, he secretly transported the monkey from Luofu Mountain. With the skill of the monkey, he could still kill a person secretly in the capital.

"I'm going to the capital tomorrow, Lao Feng, this time I really want to go home."

Li Mo changed the subject, unwilling to let Feng Wannian see his aboveboard thoughts.

"I haven't been back for a long time." Feng Wannian murmured softly.

After leaving for five years and returning to his hometown, Feng Wannian's state of mind is extremely peaceful. The only thing he worries about is Li Mo.

The descendant of the Black Sword enters Beijing with such a halo, God knows what kind of disturbance it will cause.

"Hurry up and pack up, we're leaving tomorrow."

Li Mo looked in the direction of the capital, but he was full of expectations.

At the foot of the Son of Heaven, there is a gathering of winds and clouds. Whether it is in the previous life or in this life, it is not easy to gain a firm foothold in the capital. Some people have worked hard for more than ten years, but in the end they can only leave the big city with regret and unwillingness. Back to the town where the dream started.

Now, Li Mo is finally going to the biggest stage in the world.

It would be best to have a mansion with wealth forever, wives and concubines in groups... and then...

"what are you thinking about?"

At this moment, Feng Wannian's voice brought back Li Mo's thoughts. His eyes were shining just now, as if a weasel had fallen into a big chicken coop.

"I was thinking, time flies, and we monks should understand the way of heaven and seize the day." Li Mo sighed.

As he spoke, he turned around and walked outside the courtyard.

"where are you going?"

"Fight day and night." Li Mo waved his hand.

Tomorrow, he was leaving for the capital, so Wang Xuancheng naturally had to explain the friends he made.

Of course there is no need to say more about Master Ji, his family's business is very big, and there are many shops in the capital.

Two days ago, he had greeted Li Mo and would be waiting for him in the capital.

In addition, the third lady of Jianjun's Mansion is still in Li Mo's hands. According to the official report, Ning Huai's curse was kidnapped by Guixu villains, and now his life and death are uncertain.

He also has to clean up this big trouble.

"You can't tear up the ticket." Li Mo gritted his teeth, apparently having put his identity into it.

I have to say that if we want to deal with the Ning Huai Curse perfectly, I am afraid that we will have to rely on Guixu's notoriety in the end. Who made them vicious and ruined their reputation! ?
"Ouch, the old man fell to death..."

Just as Li Mo was walking with his head bowed, a familiar wailing sound rang in his ears, and then a figure rushed towards him, bumping into him directly.

Such a scene seemed familiar, and Li Mo even felt a little dazed, as if going back in time.

"Immortal, how dare you drill into our Ecstasy Building without money? Did your mother inherit Yin Daoyan when she gave birth to you?"

The two strong men cursed and stared fiercely at the figure in Li Mo's arms, spat suddenly, then turned and walked into the building.

"Old Dong... old man... it's you again!?"

Li Mo suddenly raised his head, looked at the old beggar in front of him, and recognized him immediately.

Isn't this the old beggar who borrowed from him when he had no money when he visited the kiln last time?

That time, the old beggar played guessing riddles with Li Mo, and if he lost, he would give him a word, saying that he would have a doomed life, right in front of his eyes.

Sure enough, Li Mo met Xu Jiansheng that night, this Xuanmen swordsman, fought again and again, earth-shattering, and finally triggered the Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation.

Li Mo never dreamed that just the day before he was about to leave Wangxuan City, he would meet this old man again... an old man!
"Little brother, you and I are really destined, you also come to play two games?"

When the old beggar saw Li Mo, it was as if he saw an old friend. He pulled him and pointed to the ecstasy building in front of him, as if he had found the benefactor.

Li Mo looked at the flow of people on the street, lowered his head, and pretended not to know each other, and continued on his way.

"Young man, you are really extraordinary. You have already seen the secrets of heaven." The old beggar sighed while pulling Li Mo.

"What secret?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment, showing a questioning expression.

The old beggar smiled but didn't answer, pointed to the Xiaohun building in front of him, looked at the girls who were soliciting customers, grinning, showing yellow teeth.

"Everyone in the world loves the Immortal Cave, but they didn't know it was the coffin crack..."

"Hey, how many people at your age can understand such secrets?" The old beggar couldn't help but praise.

Generally, at Li Mo's age, as long as he has money, he can't wait to live in a place like Xunhunlou.

The sun is high, the spear is undefeated, traveling in mountains and rivers, day and night are reversed.

At such a young age as Li Mo, those who can see the essence through phenomena can be regarded as extraordinary talents.

"Master, I have something to do...I really have something to do..."

With a helpless expression on Li Mo's face, he raised his foot and was about to leave.

"Small days make you happy, but big days hurt your health... The old man will bring you together, and we must never let the flowers fool Li's eyes and the butterflies confuse his mouth."

The old beggar stuck on Li Mo like a dog's skin plaster.

"Young man, it doesn't matter if you don't have enough money..."

"Look at her sweetness if you don't have money, taste her salty taste if you have money... We are discussing it... At most, I will see you taste it..." The old beggar became interested and did not let go.

"Master, if you're like this, I won't be polite." Li Mo's expression darkened, and he finally lost his patience.

"Why are you welcome?"

"Do you know that there has been a lot of noise in the city recently?" Li Mo sneered.

"I've heard a little bit." The old beggar's clenched hands seemed to relax a lot.

"The group of people in Guixu are all vicious people who eat people and don't spit out their bones. An old man like you will be eaten for two days after entering, and then dismantled and skinned, scattered and tossed..."

"You..." The old beggar had a strange light in his eyes, showing a strange color.

"Old man, if you keep pestering me, I'll sell you to the Guixu gang... I have a way out." Li Mo threatened viciously.

In the end, under the strange gaze of the old beggar, Li Mo shook his hand and pushed him a dozen steps away, and finally walked away, mixed into the crowd, and disappeared.

The old beggar froze in place, staring at the human beings who had already mixed into Li Mo's figure, dazed.

"Full of lies, even lied to myself, even threatened by the old man, this kind of scum..."

The old beggar murmured softly, his cloudy eyes gradually glowing.

"Young man, you should be destined to return to the ruins with me."

The old beggar grinned, his eyes glistened, and he stepped out and disappeared into the street. People came and went, but no one noticed him.

(End of this chapter)