In the imperial city, in the dark room, Mo Tianzhu gradually opened his eyes, cold and cold. Picking up the short knife in front of the table, he opened the door, a dazzling light shot into his eyes, closed his eyes slightly, and walked out of the door with a firm step, and with every step he took, there would be one more person behind him.

Mo Xianzhi stopped, looked at the palace in the distance, and said coldly: "After dark, people from all walks of life gathered in the palace and launched a general attack, so as to achieve a quick victory and capture the emperor alive." ”

The dozen or so people gathered behind him jumped onto the roof, flashed rapidly, and after a few moments, disappeared without a trace.

Mo Tian folded his hands behind his back, slowly walked towards a remote street, in these few short months, he had become much older, his temples were slightly gray, and his face was also covered with haggard and decadent colors.

Although it was noon, there were not many people on this street, the street was very narrow, and a slightly larger carriage could not enter, probably because of this, the rich son of the young master Houmen would almost never come here, and those poor people with tattered clothes and food often entrenched here, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a poor alley in the imperial city.

Walking to the innermost, there is a noodle shop, especially tattered, a wooden sign looks old, there are a few uneven wooden tables at the door, one of the walls of this noodle shop has been broken, all of them are covered by tattered linen, in this prosperous and rich imperial city, it is particularly unique.

Mo Tianzhi slowly sat down on the table and asked for two bowls of noodle soup, the noodle soup here is particularly delicious, it is said that this noodle restaurant has been rooted here for thousands of years, and has become stronger and bigger, but it is still standing.

When the hot noodle soup was served, Mo Tian took two bites, it was still the original taste, and as he ate, he quietly shed tears, as if this bowl of noodles had magical magic and could make people move when they ate.

He still vaguely remembers that when he was a child, he ran out of the palace, when his five brothers were there, young and ignorant, like a family, and they were also in this place, eating a bowl of white noodle soup without any ingredients, and they all thought it was delicious at that time.

But now? There will be no going back. They used to talk about each other's ideals here, and what they wanted for the future.

The eldest brother wants to become the king of a country and protect the safety of the people, the second brother just wants to read and write and be an idle prince, the fourth brother loves to plant grass and flowers, raise birds and fish, and the fifth brother just wants to be an ordinary person and spend his life in peace.

But with the passage of time, they have forgotten their former hobbies, only the eldest brother has carried out as always, and sat on the position of the Ninety-Five, but is it necessary to kill the other brothers? The second brother and the fourth brother are dead, and the fifth emperor was exiled to Panyu City, thousands of miles away.

And what about him? He has been behind the scenes for his eldest brother for so many years, and finally begged him for a small thing, he actually took this kind of thing as a kind of handle, where did he still think of a little brotherhood?

Mo Tianzhen thought about it at this moment, it was really the family of the emperor who had been in love since ancient times, and after dark, he wanted his brothers to kill each other and fight for his life. He didn't want his eldest brother's life, but his eldest brother would definitely not let him live.

Mo Tian looked up at the sky, quietly wiped his moist eyes, when he was a child, how could he have imagined that there would be such a quarrel between brothers, when he was a child, he would feel so satisfied with a bowl of such a simple noodle soup, but now? The ambition of the eldest brother is the whole world, and he only wants to protect the safety of the whole family.

Mo Tian sighed again and again, looked at the sky, and said to himself: "Second brother and fourth brother, I was also forced to go against the eldest brother, and after the goal is achieved, I will definitely not set foot in the dynasty for half a step." ”

Mo Tianzhi had just finished sighing, when suddenly a voice came from the side, "Can you do it?"

Mo Tianzhi hurriedly turned his head to look, this person can come to his side without breath, it will definitely not be simple, the figure of a Taoist is reflected in his eyes, the Taoist is dressed in tatters, his eyes are delicate, he is carrying a wooden sword, sitting quietly next to him, I don't know when there will be a bowl of noodle soup, and he will eat it slowly there.

Mo Tianzhi stared at him fiercely, and said sharply: "I handed over the tears to you, what have you done?" You take a good look around here, you take a good look, it's all a portrait of tears, if I teach him to you, will you be trained to become a public enemy of the world?"

Yifan Taoist stopped the chopsticks in his hand and said calmly: "That's his life, it has nothing to do with me, even if you lock him up at home all day, he can become the public enemy of the world, you and I can't change it, why not go with the flow." ”

Mo Tianzhi smiled coldly and roared: "Let it be, if it were to go with the flow, he would probably die a long time ago, and he would still be able to live until now." What kind of broken master are you? ”

Yifan Daoist still did not get angry, and said calmly: "Poor Dao said, this is his life, you and I can't change it, Poor Dao has already seen through the barrier of life and death, and it can completely feather and soar, but I promised a person to help find a person, protect a person, and escort a person, so I still stay here." ”

"Can you find that person?" Mo Tianzhi asked angrily.

Yifan Daoist nodded quietly, his voice was as flat as ever, "I found it, but Poor Dao was a little hesitant, whether to do the rest of the thing." The world's qi is mysterious and mysterious, and the poor Dao is afraid that once he makes a move, it will affect the world's qi, but it will cause a catastrophe, and it seems that one person is not worthy of the world.

Mo Tian's heart was so deep, how could he not hear that the person in Yifandao's mouth was Mo Tears, and asked lightly: "Since you agreed, why do you want to regret it now?"

Yifan Daoist snorted and laughed, and sighed: "Poor Dao was still shallow in cultivation at that time, and I didn't believe that there was a so-called luck in the world. That's why I agreed to the man, and now I can see it clearly, but I hesitated. ”

Mo Tianzhen's heart gradually returned to calm, and he said coldly: "I can see it clearly, why do you hesitate?"

Yifan Daoist shook his head and said: "The so-called clear is not clear, seventeen years ago, do you remember what you asked me?"

Mo Tianzhi thought about it and nodded calmly.

A fan Taoist said: "Seventeen years ago, the first monster fell in the extremely cold land of the Northern Wilderness, you and I were fortunate to get acquainted there, and you once asked me what was under that crack? If I told you, then you are an entrance, can you believe it?"

Mo Tianzhi nodded and asked, "What entrance, where does it lead?"

Yifan Daoist smiled but did not answer, and changed the topic: "You can believe that I have lived for a thousand years." ”

Mo Tianzhi was slightly surprised, glanced at the Taoist beside him, and finally nodded.

Yifan Daoist continued to ask, "Can you believe that the legendary second world really exists. ”

Mo Tian was stunned, as if he had guessed something, and hurriedly asked, "Could that be the entrance to the second world?" ”

Yifan nodded calmly and said, "Yes, exactly." ”

Mo Tian snorted and smiled, and said with a straight face: "What does this have to do with my tears?"

Yifan Daoist hurriedly took a bite of noodles, and before he could swallow, he said: "Of course it is related, seventeen years ago, the monster was suddenly born, was it that year that Mo Tear was born, after you left, the poor Dao also deliberately measured the distance, and the extremely cold land was reduced by thirty steps, which means that the rift is expanding, do you know that those monsters are from another world." ”

Mo Tianzhi smiled coldly, tightly held the short knife pinned to his waist, and said coldly: "You are going down the mountain here to get rid of demons." ”

Yifan Daoist shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "No, since the poor Dao can break through the final level, it is natural that he will not easily meddle in mortal affairs." ”

Mo Tian's hand holding the sword still didn't let go of the slightest, and he snorted: "If it weren't for you lying about the Daoist of the Jingshe Immortal Sect, how could I give you my tears? ”

Yifan Daoist was a little embarrassed, so he didn't care about this stubble at all, and restarted the topic: "Are you sure that for the sake of your son, you will shake the thousand-year-old dragon qi, do you know the danger." ”

Mo Tianzhi sighed, "I had to do this. ”

Yifan Daoist also sighed, and sighed: "Have you ever thought about the consequences, the consequences of your doing, a hundred years ago, the seven little dolls of the Holy Sword Gate went out of the mountains to the Northern Wilderness at the same time, thinking that they could earn a lifetime of fame for the Holy Sword Gate, but they didn't know that the Northern Barbarians were destroyed, and the day when they destroyed the door was not far away, if it wasn't for the poor Dao to make a move, how could the Holy Sword Gate still have the current prosperity? You can shake the dragon qi, but it doesn't seem to be enough to replace, so against the trend, there will be no good results." ”

Mo Tian snorted and smiled, and said coldly: "Do you know the word emotion, there are many things, and the pros and cons should not be weighed. ”

A mortal Taoist is silent.

Mo Tianzhi didn't speak anymore, quietly ate the remaining noodles in the bowl, threw off a few copper plates when he left, and hummed: "I'm invited for this meal! Where are you going back and forth? Since you can fly, you can fly! What are you doing here? What do you care about the world." ”

Yifan Daoist smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and Mo Tianzhu gradually walked away and disappeared into the corner of the alley.

After Mo Tian left, Yifan Daoist asked for a few bowls of noodles, and while eating, he muttered: "This time Poor Dao brought money, but you don't need to pay." ”

Yifan Daoist ate five bowls of noodles in a row, took out a small silver bag from his chest, threw it all on the table, and sighed: "It was originally for that little guy, but I don't want it, I will help you use it for you at one time today."

Yifan Daoist didn't go far, so he stopped, looked at the northern sky, looked worried, shook his head and sighed: "I can't figure it out when I think about it, I don't want to, do whatever you want." ”

A mortal Taoist slowly walked forward, and in an instant, disappeared without a trace.

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Late at night, Mo Tianzhi held a short knife tightly and passed through the three gates of the palace openly.

There are nine gates in the courtyard inside and outside the palace, which means that the ninety-nine are one and sweep the world. The nine gates are made of the purest and strongest cast iron, indestructible, each weighing thousands of catties, controlling the lifeblood of the palace at various intersections, once the palace is attacked by the enemy, it will lower the iron gates, blocking the passage.

Although the thoughtful Mo Tianzhu had made arrangements in advance, after taking the three gates with lightning speed, the other gates were tightly closed, blocking the inside and outside, and the air was impermeable.

I really thought that the Shuntian Dynasty, which had stood for thousands of years, could let people come and go freely in its palace, and once the iron gate was put down, it was equivalent to starting one hundred and eight formations in the palace at the same time.

Mo Tianzhi, who was stopped by the fourth heavy and simple iron gate, sighed slightly, according to the plan, at least five gates can be taken in one go? Your Majesty will react, and now this situation can only prove one thing - his thoughtful eldest brother may have already taken precautions.

Mo Tianzhi didn't think about these now, he had to send the arrow, if he retreated at this moment, then everything he had done before was meaningless.

He knew very well that there were not many people who could be used by His Majesty in the entire imperial palace now, and the Yunding Empire in Eastern Xinjiang and the surrounding small countries had gathered millions of people to storm the Shuntian Dynasty, and His Majesty had even transferred the city defense troops of the imperial city to defend against foreign enemies?

The most headache for him is the mechanism formations hidden everywhere in this palace compound, how can the thousand-pound iron gate be opened without the power of the tiger, plus there is a secret army by His Majesty's side, and now the victory or defeat is really unpredictable.

Mo Tianzhi waved his hand to signal the people and horses to move forward, from dark to dusk the next day, Mo Tianzhi had not seen His Majesty's figure, and more than half of the people in his hands had already been killed or injured, but fortunately, he also advanced the distance of three gates, which can really be described as an inch of blood.

Do you really think that no one hears the huge fighting sound at night? The people in the imperial city are not as united as the people of Panyu City, and there will always be a bloody battle when the throne changes, and the people living here have been accustomed to seeing the scene of fighting for the throne for generations, and they are often the ones who suffer the most damage, so when they encounter such things, they often choose to ignore them.

Mo Tianzhu will no longer continue to attack, or besiege His Majesty and others outside the sixth-story gate, as long as it is surrounded for a few days, there are those first-class ministers who claim to be loyal to the country and work hard, and they will definitely spread the news all over the sky, and they are not afraid that General Lin, who is thousands of miles away, will not know.

Mo Tianzhi looked at the slightly brightened sky, looked at the corpses all over the ground, stepped on the slimy blood under his feet, frowned, and felt a desolation and sadness in his heart, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he pushed a palm forward, only to hear a sonorous sound, and the iron door collapsed.

Mo Tianzhen's eyes were extremely indifferent, his sleeves flicked, his clothes bulged up, his long hair fluttered without wind, and he said coldly: "Everyone is on standby." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that his body was like a leaf, fluttering into the air and rushing out.