"You find a place to stay first, and I'll go meet an old friend. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mo Chen said to Pu Huaqing.

"Chen Shao, I'll go with you." Pu Huaqing opened his mouth and said, in front of outsiders, Pu Huaqing naturally didn't dare to call Shizun, and he was also called Chen Shao.

Although Mo Chen is his master, Mo Chen's strength has not recovered yet, so he is naturally not at ease.

Mo Chen smiled: "Don't worry, it's just to meet an old friend, it's fine." ”

Since Mo Chen said this, Pu Huaqing naturally didn't say much, and took the Bone Emperor, Leng Feng and Lu Zhengqing to find a place to live.

And Mo Chen wandered on the street, bought two jars of wine at random, and went in one direction.

The area of the Great Xia Imperial City is huge, I don't know how many times larger than Qingzhou City, and ordinary warriors can't fly openly, so if you want to walk in the city, you generally need to buy some flying instruments with a residence card, so that it is convenient to grasp the movements of these people, and once something happens, you can control it as quickly as possible.

Mo Chen also used his residence card to buy one of the most resolute flying shields, and flew quickly in one direction.

After flying for several hours, Mo Chen finally came to the foot of a mountain range, this mountain range was very ordinary, just like the countryside, there were no streets, no shops, and no people, just an ordinary barren mountain.

But Mo Chen knew that this seemingly ordinary barren mountain was not ordinary, because there was a person living in seclusion on it, of course, provided that the person was still there, and moreover, he still lived here.

After all, a hundred years have passed, and many things have been wrong, and no one dares to guarantee whether that person has left.

Mo Chen came to the top of the mountain, standing on the void, looking at the dense woods in the distance, there was a simple thatched hut, in front of the thatched hut, there were a few small trees fluttering in the wind, looking very depressed.

And Mo Chen's figure seemed to have become a little sluggish, looking over there quietly.

"Personnel ups and downs are not flowers, the breeze and the waning moon are quiet at night, I am drunk alone in my dreams of the ages, and I am free in the world."

Mo Chen said a poem lightly, and at the same time flew down, came to the thatched house, sat directly in front of the stone table in front of the house, put the two jars of wine on it, and chuckled: "Yesterday, when the wind blew dawn, people went to the building to drink alone. ”

He lifted the lid and drank in front of the hut.

"Who?"

Suddenly, a fierce scolding voice suddenly came, and there was a thick anger in the words, as if it had moved his scales, and the words seemed to tremble.

The next moment, a figure appeared out of thin air, and when he raised his hand, a palm print fell with a bang, as if it was about to completely crush Mo Chen.

Mo Chen's body trembled, not only because he was in some pain suppressed by the power of the Emperor's peak, but also because he could hear the anger in those words, obviously, Mo Chen's words evoked his memories back then, but his current identity, how could he answer.

"Alas!"

Mo Chen sighed lightly, feeling that there was no dead hand in the other party's palm print, Ling Bo suddenly moved out of the way, and moved away strangely, dodging the devastating palm.

"Lingbo Weibu!"

The man was obviously taken aback for a moment, his palm flipped over, and his powerful qi was controlled freely, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant, but the space was still trembling, and it looked chaotic.

The figure fell in front of the thatched hut, looking through the fluctuating space, dressed in black, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, giving people a deep feeling, just like a dream, virtual and real, difficult to distinguish between real and false.

His eyes looked at the two jars of wine in front of the stone table, and Mo Chen's previous words came to mind, making them true or false, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Chen, and said, "Who are you, where did Ling Bo Weibu learn it, and how do you know that poem?" ”

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth rose, revealing a faint smile, and said, "Do you remember this situation?" ”

When the words fell, Mo Chen toeed a little, and the Wufu sword appeared in his hand, and the Dao Dao sword roared out, but it was not a powerful force, it was just a move.

With Mo Chen's movements, the man's pupils shrank in shock, and then he gradually became obsessed, looking at the floating movements, a figure couldn't help but appear in his mind, and for a while, he was speechless.

The leaves rustle as if they were a rhythm of their own, floating above the mountain peaks.

The man stood quietly in the middle of the field, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he was very excited and happy.

Finally, Mo Chen also stopped moving, collected the sword without vain, pointed to the stone table and said, "Let's have two drinks together." ”

"Haha, good!"

The man sat down generously, raised the wine jar, drank it gurglingly, and then put the wine jar on the stone table, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and said: "How many years have I never drunk anymore, but today's wine is worth drinking." ”

Mo Chen's eyes also flashed a complex look like remembrance, and he said with a smile: "Wine is a thousand glasses of confidants, even if it is water, as long as it is the right person, you can get drunk with confidence." ”

As he spoke, he also raised his head and took a few sips.

"There is only one person in the world who knows about this place, how did you find it?" Suddenly, the man asked.

"Since it is fate, thousands of miles can meet, if there is no share, passing by and not knowing, you and I are drinking here, why do you need to know the identity." Mo Chen smiled, raised the wine jar, and gestured towards the other party.

"Haha, okay, it's exactly the same, it's me who is too vulgar, I'm drunk today, don't ask the reason, do it!" The man laughed again, touched each other gently, and began to drink.

The smile on Mo Chen's face became even stronger, he knew that this person had only been so happy today in the past hundred years.

Wine to the bright moon, why do you want to ask.

"How are you doing?" Mo Chen put down the wine jar and asked.

The man smiled indifferently: "I slept beautifully, it's not bad, after all, in the world, only eating, sleeping, and playing beans is the most beautiful thing, haha, I can sleep for a hundred years, which is also a blessing." ”

Mo Chen smiled, "It seems that my worries are superfluous, in the past hundred years, you have lived comfortably." ”

The man looked at Mo Chen indifferently and said: "Although you don't want to explain your identity, I can also guess one or two, although I can't be sure who it is, but it should be that old friend's lineage, when I lost in his hands, he can spare my life and stabilize my Dao heart, I owe him a favor." ”

"It's a pity, the old man is not here, a hundred years later, you can find this place, most likely he told you, even so, my Murong Hongshen's promise is still valid."

If there were big people here, they would be shocked.

Murong Hongshen, the ninth powerhouse on the Emperor's Landing List, is known as the Nightmare Emperor.

His only hobby is sleeping, but his sleep is definitely very different from that of ordinary people.

Dreams are his life, dreams are his world, in his world, he is the master, if you are unfortunate enough to enter his dream, as long as he has a thought, he can decide your life and death.

The most terrifying thing is that his dreams are not something you can control, as long as he wants you to dream, even if you don't want to, it will be difficult to break free.

A hundred years ago, Mo Chen challenged the penultimate emperor to become famous, and it was this person.

The battle between the two was not as magnificent as the sky and the earth were cracking, nor was it like with Zhao Zilong, which caused the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to fall apart and the space to shatter.

The two, right in front of this stone table, after a drink, fought in their dreams.

On the surface, no one made a move, and the two sat like this for three days.

Three days later, the Nightmare Emperor Murong Hongshen was defeated and wanted to die, but was stopped by Mo Chen, and reprimanded, woke up the other party, and let him regain his confidence, so he promised to owe Mo Chen a favor, no matter what, he was willing to take action.

After that battle, his dreams were damaged and he began to fall asleep, and when he awoke, he heard the news of the fall of the Nebula Emperor.

Emperor Nebula is his most respected opponent, he has recovered from serious injuries, his strength has improved, he wanted to learn from him, but the deceased has died, which makes his heart ache, so he sleeps again, this sleep for a hundred years, the dream, I am afraid it is even more terrifying.

Who would have thought that in this most inconspicuous place, there would be an existence of a titled emperor, I'm afraid even Nangong Hongzhen couldn't guess it.

The Nightmare Emperor, Murong Hongshen, would live in seclusion in such a remote place.

Mo Chen smiled indifferently: "A hundred years have passed, things are people, time can take away a lot of things, but it can't take away something called friendship, I came here just to visit my old friends." ”

Murong Hongshen's body trembled slightly, and said, "It's good to feel this feeling again." ”

Mo Chen nodded lightly and said, "The old man has seen it, and the wine has been drunk, and he has taken his leave." ”

As he spoke, Mo Chen turned into a streamer and swooped towards the foot of the mountain.

"I've slept for a hundred years, and now that I've been woken up by you, I should go out for a walk, but if you are in the Great Xia Territory for a day, I will be here for a day, if you need anything, you can come to me." Murong Hongshen looked at Mo Chen's back and suddenly spoke.

Mo Chen smiled: "Perhaps, there will be many things in the future, if I can't deal with it, I will naturally come to you." ”

Mo Chen's figure disappeared quickly, but he left behind a poem.

"On a bright moonlit night, drunk with the breeze, singing and laughing at the wine, floating dust, thousands of catastrophes, I am in the chic red dust."

Murong Hongshen's hand trembled slightly, and even the wine jar in his hand stirred up a little wine, he looked at Mo Chen's back deeply, and fell into memories for a while.

It seems that it is back to the night of the battle with that man a hundred years ago.

That night, drunk and singing, the two fell in love, and although they were defeated, they became friends of life and death.

After a long time, Murong Hongshen came back to his senses, he slowly got up, put his hands behind his back, stood on the top of the mountain, looked at the red dust floating world, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Like, it's really too similar, old friend rest assured, as long as I Murong Hongshen is in one day, I will let him grow up." ”

That indifferent demeanor, that sword-dancing posture, are too similar to Mo Xingyun, and those words, absolutely only Mo Xingyun and him know.

He was sure in his heart that this person should be after Mo Xingyun.

Just looking at Mo Chen's age, it seems to be a little inconsistent, but maybe Mo Xingyun was afraid that the enemy would hunt down his descendants, so he did something to make people unable to see the age of this son, so that he could not associate with him.

After all, Mo Xingyun is known as a war demon, and he has fought the emperor all the way, which has damaged the reputation of many people, and not everyone is as free and easy as him, and he doesn't care about the name outside his body.

If people know that Mo Xingyun has a queen, I am afraid that many strong people on the Emperor's Landing List will flock to him to seek revenge.

Mo Xingyun was his friend, and he owed Mo Xingyun a favor, so he transferred it to Mo Chen.