"Poof. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Mo Jingru listened to Ling Motang's chatter, and couldn't help but let out a clear laugh, picking up the dagger that fell at Ling Motang's feet, Ling Motang looked up and saw that it was actually Mo Jingru who got up.

"Let's wipe it." Mo Jingru handed the handkerchief to Ling Motang, his face, which was originally clean and aura, was already bloodstained, Ling Motang shook his head and wiped two handfuls on his face with his sleeve: "No need, thank you, senior brother, don't stain your handkerchief." ”

Ling Motang tilted his head and looked at Mo Jingru, isn't this uncle busy writing sacrificial texts at the altar, how can he have time here? Mo Jingru chuckled, and didn't care when she saw that Ling Motang didn't take the handkerchief: "After all, you are a girl's family, it is not appropriate to do this." ”

If Mo Jing had the heart to help Ling Motang, he just complied with Shen Yuan's wishes first, and then came to help.

Uncle Shi is so good!

"Go write the memorial text, and leave it to me here." Mo Jingru squatted down, neatly and simply peeled off the fur of the fire beast, the sharp dagger, the speed of the technique, it didn't take long to peel off most of the fire beast's fur, and the blood did not splash a single bit.

The "squeak" sound of the dagger cutting through the fur of the firelight beast kept rubbing Ling Motang's eardrums, Ling Motang turned her face and her heart jumped sharply, she still couldn't stand such a bloody scene.

She turned her eyes and landed on Mo Jingru's back, and asked in a muffled voice: "Can't you keep the whole corpse, maybe it also wants to die with dignity?" ”

Mo Jingru paused, almost cut the fur, and then continued to move, a moment later he cleaned up the fur on the ground, handed over the fur of the fire beast to the other disciples to deal with, and after cleaning up the stains on his hands, he looked at Ling Motang seriously: "Dignity is earned by yourself." ”

Ling Motang lowered his head and smiled bitterly, yes, Mo Jingru is right, in this bizarre world, there are crises everywhere, this is a world where the strong are respected, and of course dignity must be fought for by oneself.

"If the Fire Light Beast doesn't die today, the one who dies is the Liuyun disciple, and the Fire Light Beast will also treat the Liuyun disciple in the same way, if you want to have dignity, you can only live and keep getting stronger." Mo Jingru's expression was not shocked, what he said should be that every Liuyun disciple understands the truth.

This is different from the 21st century, where human beings advocate a friendly, just and harmonious society, but there is only one rule of survival in the primeval period: live and become stronger.

Mo Jingru's words made Ling Motang have to change her original concept, if the Fire Light Beast did not die, then that fire would scorch the Liuyun disciples, and the Fire Light Beast's sharp minions would tear the living people apart and swallow them into their stomachs, the living Fire Light Beasts, what would those dead people talk about dignity!

Is it possible for humans and monsters to coexist peacefully?

Ling Motang didn't know.

But she knows that people can't live in harmony with each other, so how to talk about the same heart and mind in the country, and how to create a world where monsters, ghosts, and humans and gods coexist.

"Let's go." Mo Jingru left and walked towards the altar before Ling Motang, Ling Motang followed, Shen Yuan and Mu Jinlan stood side by side to write the sacrificial text, Mu Jinlan saw Ling Motang coming and smiled softly: "You can write the white sail next to me." ”

Shen Yuan continued to write silently, without even looking at anyone.

Ling Motang took the pen and ink handed over by Mu Jinlan, dipped the ink and wrote the first paragraph on the white gauze sail: Those who oppose it will also move the Tao. Those who are weak are also used for the Tao. Everything in the world is born from being, and some are born from nothing. Lifting the pen wrist, quite stylish.

Mo Jingru took a closer look, and the expression on his face was extremely exciting: "This word is indescribable." ”

Ling Motang: "Uncle Shi, if you want to say that my words are ugly, why be so tactful." ”

Elder Xuancang let out a "huh", and then his gaze fell on Ling Motang's face: "You have subverted my understanding of the word 'words are like their people'. ”

Ling Motang: Thank you for the recognition of her appearance.

"You'd better polish the ink for the other disciples." The head looked at Ling Motang's ugly words and sighed, and looked at Ling Motang twice: "The matter of copying books in the Library Pavilion still needs to be considered in the long run. ”

"Yes." Ling Motang snickered in her heart, fortunately, the handwriting was ugly, which just saved her the task of copying.

Mu Jinlan encouraged Ling Motang: "My nephew still needs more practice. ”

Shen Yuan, who didn't say a word, stepped forward, stared at the words on the white gauze canvas and spit out a word coldly: "Ugly." ”

Ling Motang's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, ugly is ugly, what can it do.

"I read a few books in the library and sent me a copy by hand." Shen Yuan's gaze moved to Ling Motang's face, his gaze was calm, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions and words, as if he was saying, "The weather is good today." ”

"Then I'll let Lan'er transcribe it and send it to Lord Shen." The head immediately answered, can you read Ling Motang's words.

Shen Yuan sneered: "It's just her." The tone was indifferent, and his gaze fell on Ling Motang.

Ling Motang was depressed, she hadn't seen this Shen Yuan with a bad stomach before, why did she meet this time, this guy was against her everywhere. She squeezed the brush tightly, and wanted to throw the brush in her hand at Shen Yuan, this person was simply too deceitful.

Shen Yuan bent Ling Motang's wrist, and the tip of the ink-stained brush slid directly on Ling Motang's face, and the surrounding disciples pointed at Ling Motang's ink-painted face and laughed quietly.

Ling Motang subconsciously lost the pen and wiped his face with his hands, the wet ink became more and more pasty, and his white and beautiful face was already miserable, Mu Jinlan's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't make any moves.

Mo Jingru took a step forward and stuffed the clean and plain white handkerchief into Ling Motang's hand.

Being treated as a joke by so many people, Ling Motang only felt that her face was hot, and the corner of the plain white handkerchief in her hand had been stained with ink, she gritted her teeth and looked directly at Shen Yuan coldly: "Shen Yuan, you ......" Today's anger reached its highest point at this time, she was about to curse loudly when she opened her mouth, countless abusive words swirled in her mind, and she was about to erupt in the next second, but her confused brain suddenly became very sober for a moment, and her tone was stunned, she suddenly thought of the identity of the other party and the attitude of the Liuyun Sect bosses towards Shen Yuan, and suddenly lost her temper, The weak handle wiped the ink stains on his face with a handkerchief given by Mo Jingru.

Shen Yuan's gaze stayed on the handkerchief in Ling Motang's hand, his gaze was cold and unchanged, and a touch of irony melted on his arrogant and cold face, and he moved his pace and continued to write the white gauze canvas in front of him.

Ling Motang felt that Shen Yuan's straight back was really dazzling, and the more he looked at it, the more sour his heart became, and he bent down to pick up the brush that had fallen to the ground to hide his shame and humility.

I can't resist, I can't argue, I can't argue, it's just because I'm incompetent. If you can't do anything, you can only swallow your anger, and one day, she Ling Motang will be reborn as a strong man, and she will be called those who despise her and look down on her to understand what regret is and what despair is.

The people who watched the fun gradually dispersed and were busy with their own affairs, Mu Jinlan stood beside Ling Motang and tilted his head and said, "It seems that I thought too much about it before, and Lord Shen Zhuang doesn't seem to like you very much." She whispered into Ling Motang's ear.

Ling Motang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mu Jinlan, for a moment Mu Jinlan's gentle face still hid pity and disdain for her.