Chapter 245: Rescuing Fengyan (7)

Walking on the no-man's night path, Shen Qiancheng's mind was full of deals he had discussed with Mo Qingjue in the Heavenly Tomb......

At the bottom of the Heavenly Cemetery, Mo Qingjue walked in the dim dark passage with Shen Qiancheng on his back, and the sound of small and fragmented footsteps was extremely abrupt and weird. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Time flowed silently, and Mo Qingjue's faint voice came slowly, "You are the master of the Lonely Smoke Palace of Dinghan Palace, and the ninth generation of Miao Xi Wen, you just happened to meet the generation of Miao Xi Wen's spiritual power withering, do you know?" ”

Die? Shen Qiancheng's hands around Mo Qingjue's neck stiffened slightly, but after a while, she still took the lead in asking, "What do you say?" ”

Mo Qingjue's breath changed slightly after hearing this, "The Miao Xiwen clan is nourished by the spiritual power of heaven and earth and guards the people of the world." The most taboo is trapped by love, and it is left alone. But who can be ruthless? Since the first generation of ancient wizards moved the mortal feelings, every subsequent generation of descendants will inevitably suffer this encounter, hundreds of years, since the fall of the previous dynasty, the current Miao Xiwen family, also to the ninth generation......"

Speaking of this, Mo Qingjue paused slightly, but he seemed to take a breath, and then said again, "Because of the loss of spiritual power inheritance, the Miao Xi Wen clan will no longer be as brilliant as it used to be, and the spiritual power is limited, but the descendants of the Miao Xi Wen clan are becoming more and more unable to control their mortal hearts, and they all fall in love with people they shouldn't love...... In the end, the spiritual power is depleted, and you can only rely on ...... Ancient sorcery to sustain it. ”

"Sorcery?" Shen Qiancheng asked puzzled.

Listening to Shen Qiancheng's voice, Mo Qingjue stopped, and then said lightly, "It's nothing, you just need to know, even if you recover the so-called spiritual power, it's just Er'er...... You must remember not to act recklessly, especially ...... Don't take it lightly and have anything to do with Bon or Danfeng Lou! ”

Hearing this, Shen Qiancheng frowned slightly, his hands tightened slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Why?" Isn't the son of Qingjie from Danfeng Tower? Why save me? ”

"I am a person from Danfenglou, but I am myself, the essence of Danfenglou and Bon is the same, they are all wolves in sheep's clothing, taking the common people in the world as chess, playing a game of chess full of blood and death, every step I take, is like walking on the tip of a knife." Mo Qing replied to Shen Qiancheng's question without being salty.

Shen Qiancheng frowned and nodded after hearing this, and then pursed his lips, as if he didn't know what to say.

It's been a long time. Mo Qingjue's voice sounded again, "I don't know what you have to do with Gu Tianjin, the Emperor of the Southern Wei Dynasty, I only know that our purpose is probably the same, and we don't want to see too many fights, so I hope that the Lonely Smoke Palace Lord can cooperate with me." ”

"Cooperation?" Shen Qiancheng couldn't help but wonder, although her and Gu Tianjin's intentions were not so noble, they just wanted to keep their hearts at ease, they didn't have the feelings of caring for the world.

Listening to Shen Qiancheng's voice resounding in the empty dark passage, the echo was loud.

"That's right, cooperation, the Bon sect has been suppressed by the Miao Xiwen clan all the year round, and it has long been separated from Dinghan Palace. Ten years ago, Feng Feiwu's disappearance intensified the process of breaking with the Bon Sect and Dinghan Palace. The current Bon Sect Leader Yu Yuanyue is an ambitious woman, she can't put up with the existence of Dinghan Palace, and before she takes the throne of the Heavenly Divine Sect, she will definitely find a way to destroy Dinghan Palace. As for Danfeng Tower...... It's the descendants of the previous dynasty, what are the descendants of the previous dynasty going to do, I don't think I need to say anything more, you also understand, right? ”

Listening to Mo Qingjue's cold voice, Shen Qiancheng pursed his lips in silence, Bon and Danfenglou have such strength, and they bet on the common people in the world. This was something she had never thought of before, and what she hadn't thought about was that Mo Qingjue would actually ask her to cooperate, she was a member of the Miao Xi Wen clan......

"What is the benefit of me cooperating with you, in my Dinghan Palace?" Shen Qiancheng asked lightly.

Hearing this, Mo Qingjue sighed in his heart, and continued, "The owner of Danfeng Tower is not me, nor is it Nanjia, there are too many secrets hidden in Danfeng Tower that I don't know. I don't want anything in the world, I just want to get out. ”

Mo Qingjue's meaning Shen Qiancheng probably understood, Mo Qingjue's ambition is no longer in the world, but alone.

In this way, Mo Qingjue's thoughts are still very similar to his own......

Before Shen Qiancheng could think clearly, Mo Qingjue's voice sounded again, "After you recover your spiritual power, you should be able to awaken your previous memories, whether to cooperate with me, and make a final decision after your memory is restored, and then the flying pigeon will pass the book with me." ”

Mo Qing's faint echo lasted for a long time, Shen Qiancheng's thoughts were surging, his thoughts were chaotic, and many past events were vague and nowhere to be found......

Extracted from the memories, Shen Qiancheng's eyes flashed slightly, and his thin lips were pursed with a faint desolation.

After she recovered her memory, she decided to cooperate with Mo Qingjue, not only for the so-called common people in the world, but also for herself.

Because the moon shadow of the Danfeng Tower, from beginning to end, all he wants is his own essence and blood, just to resurrect it...... A man who has been dead for hundreds of years!

The spiritual power of heaven and earth in her Shen Qiancheng's body has been transmitted to now, and there is not much left...... But it happened to nourish the living dead, which is why Moon Shadow waited so long, waiting for her to get her spiritual power.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiancheng pulled the corners of her mouth helplessly, it was really unlucky, how could it be that in this life, everyone wanted to wake up another person with her body. The same is true of the flower shadow, and the same is true of the moon shadow......

"Sister Xu, how are we ...... Will it be here? What about the wind and fire? The sleeping Chu Liancheng was thrown by Shen Qiancheng on the side of the street and ignored it, and just when Shen Qiancheng leaned aside to recall the past, Chu Liancheng woke up.

Looking at Chu Liancheng, who was awake, Shen Qiancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and then turned to look at him slightly, "Feng Yan was taken away by Mo Qingjue, and there will be no danger for the time being." ”

"Huh?!" Chu Liancheng hurriedly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his clothes, and looked at Shen Qiancheng with wide eyes, "Sister Xu, didn't you say that this wind and flame is very important, and Southern Wei must save him?" How could he be cut off by that Mo Qing now? ”

Hearing this, Shen Qiancheng sighed heavily, then pursed his thin lips and said softly, "Mo Qing will never ask for Feng Yan's life, we just have to wait." ”

"Wait? How long will it take? Chu Liancheng couldn't help but speak.

Shen Qiancheng was stunned when he heard this, and then thought of what Mo Qingjue said when he left, and immediately said lightly, "Two days." This is the last time she chooses to believe in Mo Qingjue, if Mo Qingjue loses faith in her again this time, she will make him regret it......

When Shen Qiancheng and Chu Liancheng were living on the streets, Mo Qingjue and Nan Jia had already returned to Danfeng Tower with Fengyan, and during the ride, Mo Qingjue's snow-white figure looked extremely abrupt under the white sky, revealing a trace of coolness.