Mo Sheng took the holy relic Xiao Xiao that was handed down thousands of years ago, and personally verified the identity of Mo Tear, which was the son of the world that was said to be destroyed tens of thousands of years ago, and then thought of the various visions that happened in the past seventeen years, the identity of Mo Tear has become a certainty.

But there was not a single sound in the whole world.

It stands to reason that the heads of all the sects gathered in Peach Blossom Peak for this matter, but it seems that it is just a thunder and rain, and no sect has taken any action, and it seems that there is no follow-up to this matter.

In fact, Mo Sheng spread the news to various sects on the second day, but in order to avoid unnecessary panic, only the heads of the sects and a few elders knew: it did not spread and let everyone in the world know.

In their opinion, this news is too shocking, and it is not something that any sect can do.

It even seems that His Majesty should be consulted, after all, this news is related to the whole world, and once it is leaked, it can be said that it will affect the whole body.

The barbarians of the Far North Wilderness tribe were thinking about how to go south to compete for more abundant water and grass, and the Yundian Empire was even more imminent, so there was a reasonable reason.

If this news spreads, wouldn't it be in vain to give them a great reason, in order to save the common people of the world and attack the Shuntian Dynasty in an upright and upright manner, will the common people of the dynasty still be able to twist into a rope as before and desperately defend their families and the country? These are all unpredictable things.

For some reason, today's Mofu Mansion seems exceptionally quiet, and even the birds that settle down on weekdays choose to retreat.

Mo Tianzhi sat quietly on the chair, listening to the report of a family member, his face gradually became gloomy, and finally he was even a little out of shape, slammed the teacup on the ground, and turned to leave.

Came to a quiet courtyard, a plum tree in the corner of the courtyard is blooming brightly, under the plum tree, there is a woman like a plum blossom, is quietly folding a plum blossom, gently smelling the fragrance, very enjoyable.

Mo Tianzhu walked in quickly and said, "Xiaomei, I have something to tell you." ”

Fang Xiaomei looked at the other party's face, he had never been serious, he knew very well that this matter was very important, he restrained his smile and replied, "You say." ”

Mo Tianzhi looked very eager, frowned, and said, "Tears, I've already gone down the mountain..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Xiaomei's face was overjoyed, and she interrupted the other party extremely happily, "Tears are back! ”

Mo Tianzhen was still dissatisfied with one dark mark after another on his forehead, and the haze that had been hanging on his face had never faded, he shook his head quietly, and said with some difficulty: "He hasn't come back yet." The third child just sent the news, tears, tears, tears. ”

Fang Xiaomei saw his expression and stumbling words at the moment, and her heart instantly chuckled, and she hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, say it quickly." ”

Mo Tianzhi took a deep breath and said quickly: "He is the son of the world. ”

When the words fell, Fang Xiaomei was stunned, but after a while, she came to her senses and laughed loudly: "How is it possible? What are you kidding?"

Mo Tianzhi's face remained unchanged and explained: "Ten days ago, Mo Sheng of the Holy Sword Sect personally went to verify it with the holy relics, and it was confirmed. ”

Fang Xiaomei's smile just now faded instantly, the plum blossom in her hand instantly crossed out from her fingers, and fell to the ground deadly, grabbing Mo Tian's folded arm with both hands, shaking vigorously, and said anxiously: "Tears, where are they now, where are they?"

Mo Tian said lightly: "I don't know yet." ”

Fang Xiaomei, who was grabbing Mo Tian's broken arm, fell weakly with her hands when she heard this, sneered, and said in despair:

"Mo Sheng, who is Mo Sheng? Do you know how many people he has killed? If he proves that Tears is a son of bullshit? Can Tears still have his way to live?"

Mo Tianzhi replied: "Tear is still alive, he escaped from Mo Sheng, I have already sent more people to find it, you can rest assured, you will definitely be able to find it." ”

Fang Xiaomei's momentum suddenly changed, her hands were crossed on her chest, the plum trees behind her were swaying without wind, and the plum blossoms slowly fell to the ground, looking extremely bewitching.

The air waves rippled around her body, and the plum blossoms that fell to the ground rippled little by little.

Fang Xiaomei said coldly: "I'm going to the Holy Sword Gate now, I'm going to ask Mo Sheng personally what happened to my son?"

Fang Xiaomei just took a step. Mo Tianzhi stretched out his hand to stop her, and said bitterly: "You calm down first, can you leave this matter to me to deal with?" Believe me, you will definitely be able to find tears." ”

Fang Xiaomei stared at Mo Tianzhen fiercely, and there was no trace of fireworks in her voice.

"You're going to send your tears home and hand them over to a bullshit, if not, will this happen? ”

Mo Tianzhi nodded hurriedly and sighed: "You have been watching your home these days, and I should also go to meet him." ”

Fang Xiaomei was stunned, frowned and asked, "Is it so serious?"

Mo Tianzhu smiled coldly, and said sincerely: "If Tear'er can take the initiative to come back, it will be easy to do, can he have his temper, will it? ”

Fang Xiaomei nodded calmly, restrained her mighty momentum, and whispered: "If the negotiation with that person collapses, then you can only use the means of Mofu, and it is time to let the three major sects that have raised their heads for thousands of years bow their heads." ”

Mo Tianzhi nodded quietly, then turned to leave.

The imperial city, the richest city in the world, the city wall of Baizhang is suspected to be a dragon lying on the land, becoming the work of the nine mountains and despising the world.

In the city, white and red tile carved railings and jade layers can be seen everywhere, and its prosperity can be seen.

It was late at night, and an extremely luxurious carriage entered the palace unimpeded and headed straight for the deep palace.

Yukun Palace is the emperor's office resting place, and it is the most simple one of all palaces. On weekdays, except for a few high-ranking officials and ministers, others could not set foot in this land of heaven at all.

The luxurious carriage, which had no coachman on the car, was unmistakably parked outside the gate of Yukun Palace.

The tall and straight guards with knives were instantly vigilant, and involuntarily grasped the hilt of the knife, which was the result of years of training.

On the carriage, an extremely ordinary-looking man walked down, wearing a night coat and a black cloak behind him, as if he was afraid that he would not know that others he was an assassin.

Mo Tianzhu walked in slowly, one by one, drawing his sword in unison for an instant, making a series of sonorous sounds.

Guo Yue, who was waiting in the inner courtyard, heard this loud noise, hurriedly walked out of the courtyard, and saw such a strange man, and the sword in his hand was slightly clenched.

Mo Tianzhi did not stop, as if the series of people holding the bright sharp knives in their hands did not exist ten steps away, and walked forward by himself.

Guo Yue was very puzzled, this person was so bold, could it be that he was impatient? How could a loyal minister who had always looked up to the emperor be presumptuous? He immediately stepped forward, drew his sword, put it on the neck of the man in black, and asked sharply, "Who are you? If you dare to trespass on the forbidden land of the palace, you should be beheaded according to the law." ”

Mo Tianzhi didn't dodge, slowly looked at the sword hanging from his neck, calmly took out a mask from his back, slowly put it on, and never said a word.

The menacing Guo Yue saw the mask on the other party's face, his pupils constricted instantly, the hand holding the sword trembled instantly, and he immediately fell to the ground, his head slammed on the ground, and his whole body trembled.

Before he could speak, the stout and tall sword guards behind him hurriedly fell to their knees, and their heads were eager to be pierced into the white marble.

Mo Tianzhen's face remained unchanged, and he was like two people at ordinary times, walked forward quietly, and said casually: "Kowtow, when will I come out?"

Guo Yue moved when he heard the sound, and kept knocking his head on the ground, making a thumping sound, and after knocking two or three times in a row, a drop of blood had already flowed, which showed that he was so forceful.

In fact, he was very glad at the moment, and the other party's words meant that he might not have to die. What is this punishment for death?

It has always been heard that every few years there will be a masked man in the palace, whose identity is said to be mysterious and impossible to verify.

The only thing that is certain is that in the entire palace, he can be unimpeded, and even an ignorant maid saw this masked man scolding the emperor, but the emperor never said a word, and his identity and status were unknown.

What is even more terrible is that all those who have seen his true face have been put to death, and no one knows the reason for this.

When Guo Yue heard these things, he was just a little eunuch, and he didn't care, but he didn't expect to finally sit on the highest position he had never seen before, and he really met the mysterious rakshasa.

He was very glad that the other party only allowed himself to kowtow, which meant that he might not be executed.

Mo Tianzhu walked forward slowly, looking at the surrounding green tiles and vermilion eaves, high walls, just this scenery is deeply oppressive, and his heart is full of emotion in an instant.

He was born in the royal family since he was a child, and he knows very well how many bloody conspiracies are behind this magnificent palace, if a person does not have a few masks here, he will not be able to survive here, which city is not deep?

He was once only one step away from the position of the Ninety-Five Supreme, but he was extremely disgusted with this palace, so he took the initiative to withdraw from this palace that seemed to be calm but was actually turbulent, and seemed to be glorious and beautiful, but it was actually hidden and dirty.

He slowly pushed the door in, instantly alarming the drowsy emperor, the emperor immediately fell asleep, and the usual face of not being angry and majestic instantly converged without a trace, with excitement and a smile, and said excitedly: "The third brother is here, the eldest brother has wanted to kill you all these years." ”

Mo Tianji slowly stopped, and saluted respectfully: "See Your Majesty." ”

The emperor put on a helpless expression and said with a smile: "You and my brother, why are you so restrained?"

Mo Tianzhi still bowed his head and bent over his hand, he knew very well that his eldest brother was far from being as simple as it seemed on the surface, his father had a total of five sons, he was the most unfavored one, why could he ascend to the position of the Ninety-Five Supreme?

Your Majesty was the second eldest among the princes, with the eldest brother pressing, and the fourth and fifth brothers being favored, but why did this second brother, who had no power and no favor, ascend to the throne?

Why did the eldest brother suddenly die overnight, and why did the fourth brother become crazy and stupid overnight? Only the fifth brother is now a marquis in a remote place. This series of events is inevitably not subject to speculation.

Since ancient times, who cares how the loser dies? Who dares to speak out about His Majesty's dirty methods? Since ancient times, it is the victor who writes everything, and the loser is reduced to a handful of dust in the years and forgotten.

The emperor stepped forward, personally helped Mo Tianzhu, and said with a smile: "Third brother, why is this? You and I are both brothers whose blood is thicker than water, why do you need to see the outside world like this?"

Mo Tianzhen still couldn't afford it, and said respectfully: "Brother Chen's visit this time, there is something to ask for, and I ask Your Majesty for approval." ”

The emperor didn't pretend to be polite, slowly sat down in his chair, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mo Tear, the son of the minister's brother, was tragically framed by traitors, saying that he was the son of the world? ”

Mo Tianzhen said slowly word by word: I am afraid that my ruthless eldest brother will miss a word.

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and said lightly: "The legendary son of the world for thousands of years is actually the son of the third brother, how is this possible? It must be nonsense, it is a trivial matter under the temple, how can the third brother not be able to solve it?"

Mo Tianzhi is really not just a businessman over the years, under the temple, all sects have his eyeliner, which can be said to control the entire rivers and lakes.

It is conceivable that the Shuntian Dynasty has been able to stand so far, is it really only relying on the three major sects? Is it really recognizable that the three major sects have grown and ignore it?

As the saying goes, water can carry a boat and can also capsize a boat, this simple truth, how can the gloomy Majesty not know it?

Over the years, Mo Tianzhi has secretly restrained various sects for him, even if it is the three major sects, it is difficult to escape his sword and halberd net, perhaps because he took the initiative to withdraw from the struggle for imperial power, and it is still useful at the moment, so that he can live in peace until now.

Mo Tianzhi bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Brother Chen is naturally not afraid of those people, he just wants to listen to His Majesty's opinion and see how to deal with it." ”

The emperor laughed and said happily: "Such a trivial matter is easy to do, since the third brother's son can't stand under the temple." Then don't come to the palace.

If I remember correctly, Mo Tear should also be in the year of marriage, I have a daughter, Princess Lianhua has also reached the break ~ Gua Nianhua, and your son is just the same match, it is better to get married, live in the palace, and see who else dares to criticize him. ”

Mo Tian was taken aback, where did he want to marry his daughter? It was obvious that he was afraid that he was too powerful, and he wanted to use tears as a proton.

Mo Tianzhen thought quickly in his mind, and hurriedly prevaricated: "My tear has been playing with abuse since she was a child, and she doesn't understand the rules. I'm afraid that she is not worthy of the gentle and elegant Princess Lianhua. Besides, I have long been expelled from the royal family, how dare I climb the princess as a generation of commoners?"

The emperor laughed and said gently: "Which child is not naughty and eccentric now, and the same is true of my family Lianhua, as for the right person, isn't it just my word?"

Mo Tian saw that he couldn't get rid of it, and said vaguely: "My child's life and death are uncertain now, if I find it, I will definitely talk to him about it." ”

The emperor smiled, his mind was transparent and treacherous, how could he not see that the third brother was unwilling, no matter how respectful the third brother was, in his heart, the third brother would always be the biggest threat and the greatest help.

Then the two chatted a few more words, and Mo Tianzhu was about to leave, but His Majesty immediately stopped him and said, "When you came in, did people see your face?" ”

Mo Tianzhen shook his head, slowly walked out of the night, looked at the night sky, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and sighed: "It's really not suitable here!"

Then there was a sneer, and the laugh was ruthless and the most emperor's family. The first thing I said was, "I miss you." ”

But what was the result: The man stood in front of him and never asked him to take off his mask, this is what he said, but it was just an empty polite remark, how could there be any affection?

He would not exile his weak fifth brother to the far north even if he took care of the slightest affection, and he also went crazy with a title that couldn't eat enough, pretending to be a saint of his own generation.

Mo Tianzhi walked out of the courtyard, saw that Guo Yue was still kowtowing, there was already a pool of blood on the ground, shook his head and said, "Enough, none of you have seen me, and I have never been here, you know?"

Guo Yue was extremely happy in his heart, and hurriedly called yes, and the others followed suit.

Mo Tianzhi got back into the carriage and left the palace.

The sky had just dawned, and in the Mo Mansion, Fang Xiaomei sat quietly under the plum tree, holding a letter from Mo Tianzhi in her hand, and after reading it carefully, she instantly rubbed the powder and drifted around with the breeze.

There was a row of masked men kneeling in front of her at this time, she glanced at it quietly, suddenly waved her high arms, and said coldly: "Break into my Mofu order, and press me on the three sects of the world that have carried the head of a dog for thousands of years." ”

The masked man kneeling on the ground clenched his fists and shouted yes, and then one after another black shadows disappeared without a trace.