"Miss Lu doesn't have to be like this, since the other party has already made a move, it proves that the situation of Master Mo has improved a little." Jiuli Qiantaro comforted, "Let's observe for a while, if it really doesn't work, let Gongzi Chu try it once." ”

"It's fine." Chu Haoge nodded yes, if Mo Feiming can wake up by himself, then it would be the best, and the risk would be greatly reduced, if not, then try again, he is now a lot more proficient in controlling the true qi, and if he is careful, nothing should happen.

Everyone sat down around Mo Feiming's bed, carefully staring at his current movements, and after a while, the ink-colored aura on Mo Feiming's body began to surge, and his own true qi also poured out from all corners of his body, fighting against that true qi.

Soon, I saw that Mo Feiming's own true qi had already impacted with the ink-colored aura, at this time, the two were almost comparable, but gradually, the true qi in Mo Feiming's body prevailed, and it was also said that even if the ink-colored aura was strong, it was only rootless water, not to mention that it was hit hard before, and it was difficult to parry Mo Feiming's own true qi.

"Huh?" Chu Haoge only saw that there was a bright and dark light on Mo Feiming's body clashing, and exclaimed, "Brother Mo, what's wrong?" It's not going to happen. ”

"Probably not." Jiuli Qianyu said: "Now whether Mo Gongzi can wake up depends on Mo Gongzi himself." ”

【Ink Fantasy】

Mo Feiming is in the corner of the palace, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties, witnessing the history that is not written, and seeing with his own eyes that in the past thousands of years, countless days and nights have alternated, and countless spring and autumn generations have changed.

Sometimes, the capital will be moved, and sometimes it will be moved back, and Mo Feiming will simply follow, running thousands of miles, but in this world, he doesn't seem to feel tired at all, he doesn't feel hungry at all, as if he is a god watching the next world coldly, completely out of the matter.

When each dynasty reaches its peak, it will go downhill, and more of the last emperor's so-called faint monarchs, the so-called tyrants, are in fact no different from those Ming monarchs, but in an era of turmoil, he did things that were out of place.

What emperor doesn't want to be a generation of Ming monarchs for eternity? What king wants to be infamous and let future generations chew on the root of their tongue for thousands of years?

They all hope that their country can prosper, they all hope that their country can last for a long time, each of them wants to do a big thing, a great thing, the same as the first emperor to build the Great Wall, the Great Canal of Emperor Yang of Sui, but in the end, more emperors are destroyed by their own great deeds and great events.

Now, when Mo Feiming looked at it, what he saw was endless loess, endless desolation, no matter how gorgeous this palace was, no matter how happy people felt at this time, they all turned into dust in the end.

Countless times, people feel that the ruler is unkind, and the uprising is about to overthrow it, shouting those righteous slogans, deceiving those stupid boys to pick up the sword and work hard for it, but in the end, defeated, blood flowed like a river, and if they win, they will build a country that is basically no different from before, they are exploiting the same, this is what they call justice.

Since ancient times, thousands of people have died in vain from this war, even comparable to the stars in the sky, but in the end, where is the meaning? It is nothing more than satisfying one conspirator after another, and achieving one power obsession after another, but where are these conspirators, these people who advocate strength, in the end?

Buried deep underground, living in a five-zhang coffin.

Fighting, what is being fought for, Mo Feiming doesn't understand, he doesn't even understand what these people want, but this is not because Mo Feiming is so high, but because he is an outsider, the so-called: "The authorities are obsessed with bystanders." ”

Just as he was feeling the passage of time, watching the changes of history, countless people getting old and countless people dying, suddenly, the heavens and the earth became shaky.

He was stunned for a moment, and then looked around in disbelief, the world of ink painting gradually began to collapse, the mountains in the distance gradually disappeared, turning into flowing ink, and the people and houses nearby gradually melted and merged into a river of ink.

At this moment, the world gradually turned into nothingness, Mo Feiming had a long-lost feeling all over his body, he pinched a magic trick in his hand, and transported the true qi in his body, and then he was surprised to find that he could actually transport the true qi in his body.

Looking at the house that was about to collapse, Mo Feiming hurriedly pinched a few magic tricks in his hand, and the sword in his hand suddenly floated in front of him, and he jumped up lightly.

So Mo Fei Ming flew out of the palace, and by this time, the world had become nothing, and the flowing ink had merged into a river, flowing in one direction.

Mo Feiming hurriedly flew in that direction, and after flying, Mo Feiming suddenly discovered something, he seemed to have entered another world, and this world was very small, only a few surrounding mountains, and the big lake in the middle of the mountain was as vast as a river and sea.

He flew very high, so that he could look down on this lake, and what surprised him the most was that this world was actually colorful, Mo Feiming finally saw the green mountains and green water that he had not seen for a long time, and the clear water in the lake made Mo Feiming have an urge to jump down and take a good bath.

But he quickly suppressed the urge, and now he wondered where the ink was going.

He looked around, there was not a drop of ink, he was a little strange, he obviously followed the ink to come here, how could there be none?

Inadvertently, he looked up at the sky, wanting to see if it was blue like the world, but when he looked up, he was stunned by what he saw.

He saw that the flowing ink that had gathered from all directions had gathered together, and it was in the sky that the rich ink had converged into an inky lake in the sky, far away from the clear water below.

He looked at it carefully for a while, and he didn't know what to say anymore, he looked at the inky lake in the sky in a daze, it was shrinking, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, from a lake that couldn't reach the boundary to a pool of stagnant water that could hardly stir up a splash even if he stepped on it.

And in his eyes, the ink-colored stagnant water is still converging, still shrinking, until the end, only one word "ink" is left in the sky, this word is not big, but it is as black as ink, Mo Feiming looked at this word, as if it was printed in the sky.

"Ink?" Mo Feiming looked at the ink word in the sky, he wanted to know what the hell Zuo Qingming was doing, he didn't kill him before, and then locked him in the illusion, and now he made a word with his surname, what does this mean?

Mo Feiming looked back at the direction he came from, the world was long gone, perhaps, that world was in this "ink" word, he took a deep breath, what he saw and felt before was a dream, the dream should wake up, he should go out.

But he knew that he was trapped in this illusion, and now that he had the opportunity to go out, he also believed that he had the ability to go out, but he had some memories, as if he wanted to see how this historical story would end, whether there would be a dynasty that would be a paradise for all peoples, and whether there would be a dynasty that would last forever.

When he looked at the word "ink", there was a sudden wind and snow in this world, and Mo Feiming felt a little cold, but he was a cultivator, so he was naturally not afraid of the cold, but when he just adapted to the cold, soon this world changed to another season.

So the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are changing rapidly, and the surrounding scenery is also changing, even making Mo Feiming a little dizzy, every grass and tree in this world is changing, but the word "ink" in the sky has never changed, and it seems to be engraved there forever, as if it has existed since ancient times.

After a long time, Mo Feiming did not know how many seasons he had experienced, and when spring struck again, everything recovered, and the seasons of this world stopped.

Then Mo Feiming saw that the word "ink" in the sky gradually melted, and gathered together, it became a drop of ink, just a small drop, thanks to Mo Feiming's keen five senses, he could barely see some.

After this drop of ink gathered, it slowly fell downward, like a drop of rain falling from the sky.

Mo Feiming's gaze followed the drop of ink, and the ink droplet fell into the clear lake under Mo Feiming's gaze, making a crisp sound of "pop", and at this moment, Mo Feiming felt that the whole world was quiet.

He looked at the place where the ink was dripping, the ink color gradually faded, slowly spreading, and after a long time, a radius of ten meters turned into ink, and then it scattered at a faster speed, a radius of a hundred meters, a radius of several miles, dozens of miles.

In a short time, the clear lake turned into a black inkpool, and the light shone with a dark black glow.

"This ......" Mo Feiming was still enjoying this scenery before, but he was contaminated by ink like this, and it became black and white again, and his heart was helpless.

He sighed, and before he could figure out how to get out, the green mountains of this world were gradually shattered, and the ink-colored lake was gradually shattered, turning into ink-colored points of light, floating invisibly.

"Whew" A gust of wind blew, and the world dispersed, and Mo Feiming also felt a strange feeling surging, and his whole body lost its center of gravity and fell downward, and the bottom seemed to be a bottomless abyss, and Mo Feiming fell like this.

【Luoyang City・Wangjia Blacksmith Shop】

At this time, in the room where Mo Feiming was, everyone's eyes looked at him without blinking, for fear of missing any detail, and at this moment, the inky breath dissipated without warning, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and gradually drifted away.

Wherever the black smoke drifts, it will be dyed black, but fortunately, there is not much black smoke here, so it will be nice to clean it up.

Suddenly, Mo Feiming's hand clicked, and everyone was just about to surprise him, but Mo Feiming sat up as if he had cheated the corpse, which scared everyone.

After Mo Feiming woke up, he looked around in confusion, rubbed his eyes, and said in surprise: "I'm out?" When Mo Feiming woke up, the first person he saw was the Jiuli Qiantaro who was sitting closest to him.

When he saw Jiuli Qiantaro, he was stunned at first, and then asked in surprise: "Jiuli girl?" He looked at the people next to Jiuli Qiantaro again, "Brother Chu, Miss Murong?" How did you guys get here? ”

At this moment, he looked at Lu Qiuqing who was behind everyone, "Senior Sister Lu, are you also there?" He looked around, and here he had never been: "Where is this?" ”

Mo Feiming suddenly sent so many questions, everyone didn't have time to answer, and now they were only happy that Mo Feiming had finally woken up, Chu Haoge said: "Brother Mo, you are awake, this is the Wang family's blacksmith shop, you have fainted for a long time, but it has always been Miss Xiao'er who is taking care of you." ”

Saying that, he called Miss Xiao'er over, this is someone's house, you can't even know the owner.

Xiao'er stepped forward, her face was very red, like a red-hot soldering iron, she straightened her hair several times, wanting to make herself look better, and saluted Mo Feiming with some timidity: "The little girl has seen the immortal master. She spoke in a soft-voiced voice, as she had never spoken to before.

Hearing that this girl saved him, Mo Feiming was very grateful, and Xiao'er was the first to give him a salute, so he was naturally a little embarrassed, so he quickly stood up, bowed down and said, "Under Mo Feiming, thank you for saving the girl's life." He knew that he had suffered a lot of injuries at that time, and if he hadn't rescued this girl, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to wake up on his own.

Mo Feiming had just woken up, his body still hadn't fully adapted, and he had fought against that ink-colored aura before, and the consumption of true qi was too large, so as soon as he stood up and saluted, he almost fell to the ground before he stood firmly.

Mo Feiming fell to Jiuli Qiantaro by no coincidence, and Jiuli Qiantaro did not dare to dodge, if a "fairy master" fell and injured like this, it would really be a laughing stock, so he supported Mo Feiming with both hands.

Mo Feiming looked up and glanced at Jiuli Qiantaro, his face was embarrassed, knowing that he was out of shape, he hurriedly reluctantly stood up straight, and said to Jiuli Qiantaro: "I'm sorry, Jiuli girl, I ......"

Mo Feiming had to explain something, but Jiu Li Qiantaro just said very carelessly: "It's okay." ”

After that, Chu Haoge saw that he was still a little shaky, so he hurriedly helped him and said, "Brother Mo, you better rest for a while." ”

After speaking, Chu Haoge also whispered in Mo Feiming's ear: "Brother Mo, it's amazing." ”

Mo Feiming didn't understand what he was talking about, he looked at Chu Haoge very blankly, and asked, "What?" ”

Chu Haoge blinked, smiled a little obscenely, and then made a "you know" expression, in fact, Chu Haoge thought that Mo Feiming did it on purpose just now, this method is really powerful, even Chu Haoge couldn't help but secretly admire Mo Feiming, he usually looks at him very serious, and he is very powerful when he chases the girl.

He thought so, but he misunderstood Mo Feiming, Mo Feiming was indeed just an unintentional mistake just now, and now he still feels embarrassed.

Although Mo Feiming didn't understand what Chu Haoge meant, he knew that he definitely didn't think about anything serious, and he could see it from his eyes, and he said with some seriousness: "Brother Chu, don't joke." ”