Chapter Seventy-Five: 'Acquaintances' I

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Outside the city, the moonlight covered the earth with a silver veil, so gentle and so cold, as if unwilling to wake up the man lying on the ground, and as if he was constantly absorbing the man's body temperature. However, Moonlight's plan did not come true after all, and a voice sounded softly, waking up the man.

"Who?"

Mo Xie opened his eyes, and his eyes were clouded by the hazy moonlight.

In the haze, he saw a figure.

Hundred cloth shirts, down-and-out scholars, full of frost and snow.

"Leslie Cheung?"

He recognized the face.

"What Leslie Cheung? It's me, Ning Caichen. ”

Ning Caichen was sitting beside Mo Xie, and he pointed to his face and said so.

"Brother Yang, hurry up, if you continue like this, you will have to get sick. ”

Ning Caichen said this, but he didn't take the initiative to help Mo Ye himself, and he didn't even make a gesture of reaching out to touch Mo Ye.

"Hmm......"

Mo Ye propped his hands on the ground, the strength of his right arm was in stark contrast to the weakness of his left arm, but no matter what, he still got up.

"Why are you here?"

After a little silence, the two turned their eyes away from each other after looking at each other in silence, as if they had a heart, and the two identical words were said in unison.

"There are some changes, and the world is unpredictable. ”

Mo Xie replied first, and after hiding all the specific things, he said such vague and generalized words, and the experience of any down-and-out person in the world can find a shadow in this sentence.

"That's right. ”

Ning Caichen nodded, as if he was thinking about it because he really understood, and as if he wasn't listening at all.

"I've had some accidents too...... Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I may not be able to do what you asked me to do. ”

Ning Caichen said.

"What kind of change is this?Brother Ning, there seems to be something wrong with your state. ”

Mo Xie looked at Ning Caichen, his eyes were no longer blindfolded, and he could see Ning Caichen's state clearly.

The Ning Caichen in front of him was translucent, like a ghost.

"You see? It's unlucky, somehow I was squeezed out by some guy, and if I don't return to my body before dawn, I'm afraid I'm going to disappear. ”

Ning Caichen smiled helplessly, and there was not much worry about his situation in his tone.

"You committed suicide. ”

Mo Xie asserted.

"Looks like so. ”

Ning Caichen was still smiling, and the more he laughed, the more exaggerated it became, and by the end the expression on his face had become distorted.

"It's so tiring to be alive. ”

He said this, laughed, fell backwards and lay on the ground.

"My colleagues squeezed me out, my subordinates deceived me, the emperor was suspicious of me, and Miss Fu hated me even more, I was so tired. ”

It was as if a pool full of water had found an outlet, and Ning Caichen kept talking.

"Actually, I always thought that I could survive, as long as Miss Fu is still there, I can survive no matter what, but ......"

"But she's gone, isn't she?"

Mo Xie interrupted Ning Caichen's words, he crossed his knees, and his hands were round in his lower abdomen.

"yes, how do you know?"

Ning Caichen said.

"You said it yourself. ”

Mo Evil Dao.

He had already closed his eyes, otherwise Ning Caichen should have been able to get a white eye at this moment.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Caichen turned his head, he saw Mo Ye's posture, and felt a little strange in his heart.

"Tonight is the first night of Yue'er's reunion, and an 'acquaintance' has returned. ”

Mo Evil Dao.

Just now that he extended his spiritual power to the interior of the capital, he saw something, a trouble, an opponent.

"What acquaintance?"

Ning Caichen said.

"You'll find out later. ”

Mo Xie didn't talk to Ning Caichen again.

"The mind is calm, and the fugue is too empty. ”

The internal qi was squandered after the 'Sword Nineteen' burst out, and at this moment, his dantian was empty, and there was no trace of true qi or spiritual power. For ordinary martial artists, this situation is enough to be called 'martial arts lost' and 'cultivation is abolished'. But for Mo Ye, this is what he thinks is the best state for himself.

The value of the cup is that it is empty.

Only emptiness can contain things.

Only emptiness can accommodate new things.

At the same time, he operated the "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao" and the "Holy Spirit Sword Method", in which he took the mental method of "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao" to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and took the exercises of "Holy Spirit Sword Method" to carry the internal qi, and constantly transformed the vitality of heaven and earth into the body.

"Whew!"

A layer of white light gradually emanated from Mo Ye's body surface, meeting the air, and a soft sound continued to emit out.

This is sword qi.

This time, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was not transformed into spiritual power by Mo Ye, but into True Qi, or Sword Qi.

The unique sword aura of the ruthless sword part of the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique"!

About the time of tea, Mo Xie took care of it, opened his eyes, and the two essences of light flashed away.

"Brother Yang...... ...... you are?"

Ning Caichen sat in front of Mo Ye and looked at him for a long time, and a look of horror remained on Ning Caichen's face.

The Yang Wuji he knew was an ordinary person who could be locked up with a shackle, and the scene he saw now obviously would not appear in ordinary people.

"I'll explain to you later, I'll go and greet the 'acquaintance' first. ”

Mo Xie flicked his legs, rose from the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye when he escaped into the air, only a word was left by him,

"Next time, hopefully we can talk over a drink. ”

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The Royal Palace, the Great Hall.

"Bang, clang. ”

Everyone saw which one was the first shot to fall, but no one knew whose hand the second shot was in it.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in the anthill, and since the first gun fell, it was like a domino, and a large number of spears fell, along with the blood spurting from the mouth of the gunman, staining the air in the hall with blood red.

"Woohoo......!"

The wind blew in through the main entrance, and after a while, a figure gradually came out of the depths of the darkness, with his hair scattered on his head, and no one could see his face clearly, but someone threw a weapon at him.

"Die!"

There was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and his body was still trembling, but he still had the strength to throw the gun in his hand.

"Die!"

They are all just ordinary people, and failing to hold on in the formation can only mean that they themselves have no 'cultivation' or that their 'cultivation' is insufficient.

But as long as they wore the armor, they wouldn't back down.

Some people threw their guns, and many more rushed up arm in arm, forming a human wall in front of the main hall.

"Don't want to pass from here!"

Someone is shouting.

"Lao Tzu hacked you alive!"

Someone drew a knife.

"Your uncle!"

Someone rushed up.

"Poof!poof!"

In the face of all this, the 'demon' just waved his hand, and immediately the warriors who rushed in front of him fell as if their souls had been drained, and the most unlucky of them were even pierced through the belly by their own weapons.

"Protect the Emperor!"

The Taoist shouted, and he took the Yunshui Flag from the executioner's hand and walked out step by step.

He is a Taoist priest, and he should have rushed first in the face of demons, but he was already derelict in his duty if he didn't do it.

No matter what, he couldn't let this evil run rampant any longer.