Mo Juxia didn't know why, he remembered his senior brother Xie Guo, well, it is said that his real name is not Xie Guo, but upside down, called Guo Jie.

Senior brother stands between good and evil.

The battle of the saint's temple, one thought can become a Buddha, another thought can become a demon, and the last sword is between half demon and half Buddha, although he finally died under Li Ruyu's sword, but Mo Juxia does not resent Li Ruyu.

It's not about life or death.

If the senior brother does not die, the master Wang Wu's family will die, and even he will die in Kaifeng.

So in the end, the senior brother still died of goodness.

Mo Juxia has no resentment or hatred in his heart, just doubts, about right and wrong.

Senior brother's sword is evil, but senior brother's heart is good.

True or False?

Ink Giant wants to know.

But there was a voice in his heart telling him to forget these things and never pursue them again, otherwise when he really understood this truth, maybe the ink giant would not be the ink giant.

But Mo Juxia also knows one thing.

This truth is likely to be a kind of avenue, a kind of avenue that has never existed in the cool world.

The ink giant is willing to die with his body.

People must have a meaning to exist when they live.

So these days, he's been thinking about it all the time.

What is good and evil, what is right and wrong?

Until it was learned from Yingchang Mansion that Qin Yujing had died under the sword of the assassin, countless soldiers between the Western Army and the Forbidden Army would be killed because of this - of course, it was just possible that Qin Yujing was dead, and there would be other famous generals to fill the vacancy.

Qin Yujing's death alone can make more people live.

Mo Juxia seems to have faintly grasped a trace of spirit from this matter, maybe good and evil are actually the difference between big and small?

So......

What is Big?

Are all beings great?

What is Small?

A few people are small?

When there is a contradiction between the big and the small, such as today, can you really assassinate those famous generals in order for more soldiers to survive?

Those soldiers don't deserve to die.

But what about those famous generals, damn it?

Mo Juxia still can't figure it out.

Turning his head sideways, looking at the sallow man who walked up to the top of Lan Mountain facing the sunset, and glancing at the sword at his waist, the ink giant was silent, not knowing who this person was.

Xu Miao came from Changzhou overnight.

On the order of Ji Yue, the giant of the Mo family, to check whether the Mo giant is the ancestor of the Mo family, after all, there are too few people with the surname Mo in the cool world, and it was reported that the ink giant had made a move in the Star Picking Villa.

There is a sun in his arms.

Xu Xiao and Ji Yue were extremely suspicious that the sun in their arms was likely to be a Mo family trick.

At the same time, Xu Miao also solved his doubts.

He felt that the Mo family's love and non-attack did not seem to be what Ji Yue did.

even suspected that Ji Yue was not a giant of the Mo family at all.

So he took a gamble.

If the ink giant is a moment, then the moment is out, and the Mo family in the cool world will not go astray.

If not, I'm going to die.

What's the pity?

Before that, the Mo family in Da Liang had already died a lot of people as the ancestor of the Emperor.

Xu Miao walked three meters in front of the ink giant.

Bend over and salute.

Mo Juxia didn't get up, nor did he return the salute, he just looked at Xu Wan directly, and immediately looked in the direction where Xu Wan had climbed the mountain, frowned slightly, and took the package on his back into his arms.

After Xu Wan saluted, he looked respectful, "The disciple's surname is Xu, his name is weak, and he is from Yizhou, Daliang." ”

The ink giant sighed, "What's the matter?" ”

Xu weakly straightened his chest, pressed his sword, and stood straight: "The disciple is a stranger, who studied under Meng Sheng, the giant of the Mo family, and died in Yangcheng. ”

Above the sky, thunder rolled.

A white thunderbolt fell.

Xu Miao laughed and drew his sword, "I'm facing thunder today, but I'm asking Mr. about it." ”

The sword is out of the sheath, and the light is on the top of the mountain.

The sword light went upstream.

With a crackle, lightning burst out, and the red and white thunder was attracted by the tip of the sword, and it fell on Xu Qiao's side with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

Xu Wan pressed his sword, waited for the second red and white thunder, and said, "Excuse me, sir, what is a non-attack." ”

Ink Giant's eyes lit up.

The rolling thunderclouds above the sky suddenly turned blood red, and with Xu Qiao's sentence of what is a non-attack, a thunderbolt fell again, not red and white, but blood red thunder.

Directly over the bruising thunder.

Xu Qiao's words have obviously touched the bottom line of this heavenly way in the world.

But Xu Miao was still not afraid and swung his sword again.

Rumble!

There was a bang.

Blood-red thunder annihilated.

This time, Xu Miao didn't have the ability to lead the thunder away, he could only shake it hard, the sword path was very high, but it was not enough to climb to the top of the sword path mountain, and he was still a little difficult in the face of the blood-red thunder.

After the thunder was annihilated, Xu Miao was surrounded by electric light.

The long sword in his hand burst into countless cracks.

The sallow face became extremely flushed, and the corners of his lips were even more bloody, but he vomited blood and laughed: "Dare to ask sir, what is love." ”

The ink giant was struck by lightning.

The look in his eyes suddenly flashed, and then he muttered a little dazedly: "Non-attack? And love? ”

Above the heavenly dome, the muffled thunder roared, and the blood-red thunderclouds churned, enveloping the entire Yingchang Mansion, and in an instant, the heaven and the earth fell into a terrible blood color.

In a few breaths, the thunderclouds changed and turned into colorful colors like a sunset.

Colorful thunderclouds line thousands of miles.

A bolt of lightning fell—thunder without color.

Colorless thunder!

During Jiankang, Ah Mu and Zhong Xuan once caused thunder, one led to colorful thunder, and the other led to colorless thunder, all of which were broken after Li Ruyu, if it were not for Li Ruyu, Ah Mu and Zhong Xuan would not be able to shake such thunder.

At this moment, there is no colorless thunder.

Xu faintly looked at death as if he were at home, pressed the sword in his hand, and looked at the ink giant.

Mo Juxia's eyes gradually brightened.

However, before he could say a word, the colorless thunder had already fallen on Xu Qiao.

Xu Miao could only use his sword.

He is gambling, betting on the heavenly way of the world in Da Liang: if Mo Juxia is not the ancestor of the Mo family, then he can take one way, but he can't take the second way, and he will definitely die at that time.

If it's the Moment Patriarch......

Then you win the bet.

Xu Miao raised his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky.

Airplanes!

A long sound spread from the top of Lan Mountain, and then it seemed to resound throughout the entire Yingchang Mansion.

Xu snorted.

Almost in an instant, Xu Qiao's whole body trembled like chaff, and even began to bleed.

First of all, the five senses and seven orifices, the blood flowed like an infusion.

And then the whole body—every pore is bleeding.

Xu weakened and became a bloody man.

However, the colorless thunder did not disappear, and it was still pressing down inch by inch, pressing Xu Qiang into the ground inch by inch.

Xu Xiao looked at the ink giant.

Mo Juxia was also looking at Xu Qiao, who was resisting the thunder alone, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Like the stars.

But he still didn't say a word.

Xu Xiaochang sighed, and used all his strength to destroy the colorless thunder, the hand holding the sword was already unstable, and while the second colorless thunder had not fallen, the Mo family disciple laughed miserably: "The disciple's mentor once said that the patriarch of Juzi said: non-attackers, big and small, strong and not insulting the weak, many are not thieves, deception is not foolish, noble is not arrogant, rich is not arrogant and poor, and strong is not old." It is a country in the world, and it is not necessary to harm each other with water, fire, poison and blades. ”

Hearing this, Mo Juxia trembled.

There was only blood and tears in Xu Qiao's eyes, and he couldn't see it anymore.

But there is no need to look.

He just continued to laugh heroically and said: "Love, between the world, big and small want to love each other and be benevolent, not big to strong, not small to weak, all beings are equal." ”

Mo Juxia looked at Xu Qiao, who was covered in blood, sighed slightly, and immediately stood up.

Nod.

Xu Miao still didn't see it.

He saw nothing but death.

After the colorless thunder, as he said the doctrine of the ancestor of the Mo Ju Juzi, the heavenly way of this world was finally completely ignited, and there was no thunder above the sky.

Just a colorful thundercloud floated down.

Soon.

It was not so much the colorful thunderclouds floating from the sky, but the colorful thunderclouds that suddenly appeared beside Xu Qiao.

Thunderclouds shrouded Xu Weak.

Like a cage.

In the cage, hundreds of colorless thunderbolts shone.

In just one breath, Xu Qiao's long hair turned into ashes, and the hand holding the sword was only white bones, and it was still spreading—Xu Qiao's body was in a cage formed by colorful thunderclouds, and it quickly melted under the colorless thunder that hundreds of people were in front of him.

Up to 10 breaths.

Xu Wan will turn into a pile of white bones in this thundercloud cage.

Xu Miao couldn't see the ink giant.

In front of his eyes, there was only endless colorless thunder, the cage of colorful thunderclouds, which completely cut off his vision to look outside, and also cut off his senses.

He couldn't see or hear, so he had no choice but to wait for death.

However, Xu is weak and fearless.

But he could only give up struggling, only Bai Gu's right hand was released, and the long sword fell to pieces after it landed.

In that case, then die.

It's a pity that I still can't see the moment.

Xu Qiao, who couldn't see or hear, suddenly burst out with a brilliant red light in front of his eyes, as if a round of the sun was exploding in front of him.

No.

It's a thousand rounds of suns!

The colorful thunderclouds that formed a cage around him, like the heavy snow meeting a summer day, almost only a breath away, had already dissolved, and there was no longer the slightest majesty of heaven.

Immediately, the voice of the ink giant came from his ears, warm and mellow, "I don't know who Meng Sheng is, but he has taught a good disciple." ”

Hope rose in Xu Xiao's heart.

Mo Juxia helped himself, could he ......

The next moment, Xu Miao smiled.

Because the young ink giant who had no wrap in his arms, at this moment, his body was blooming with ink-colored light visible to the naked eye, filled with the aura of a saint who was difficult to say or do, raised his head and looked at the sky, looked at the colorful thunderclouds that emptied thousands of miles above the sky, and said a word softly: "Non-attack." ”

It's a very simple word.

But like an edict.

The entire heaven and earth were resounding with the voice of the ink giant.

Huang Zhong Da Lu!

The last rays of the sunset suddenly passed through the colorful thunderclouds and shot on the top of Lan Mountain, and then countless rays of sunlight penetrated the colorful thunderclouds, the thunderclouds above the sky, and disappeared invisibly.

Mo Juxia took his hand, did not look at the sky, but looked at the vast plains beyond Lan Mountain, and continued to speak.

"Love."

"Sanghyun."

"Shang Tong."

"Tianzhi."

"Ming Oni."

"Fateful."

The sound is like a yellow bell and a big Lu, rolling thousands of miles, and no one in the world hears it.

A saint is born!

Above the sky, regenerate colorful clouds, empty thousands of miles, all of which are auspicious clouds.

Mo Juxia stood there, his eyes were peaceful, shining with wisdom, his demeanor was tranquil, but he revealed the green spirit of a saint who was not stained with dust, like a majestic mountain, standing between heaven and earth, becoming the only existence in this world today.

On the top of Lan Mountain, there is a vision.

Blowing in the wind.

There was a crunch in the distance.

Countless birds that had been homing came over the sky, but in a matter of moments, thousands of birds hovered at low altitude, colorful and soaring on the top of Lan Mountain, forming a huge flock of bird vortex.

Yet there was silence.

There are countless birds, swirling around the top of Lanshan Mountain, not going for a long time, it is magnificent.

Within a hundred miles of Lanshan Mountain, countless beasts crouched on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

The birds come to the court, and the beasts fall to the ground.

This is the posture of a saint.

Xu Miao stood behind Mo Juxia, stunned and speechless.

I was already in tears.

In the direction he had come from climbing the mountain, the two black-clothed swordsmen froze in the shadow of the big tree and couldn't help but kneel.

At the foot of the mountain, in the Star Picking Villa, Wang Wu, who was walking by the pond with his wife after dinner, first saw the thunderclouds in the sky, and then saw the thunder, and then the top of the Lan Mountain burst out with a thousand rounds of sun-like blazing red light.

There was a guess in my mind.

The next moment, I heard the familiar and unfamiliar voice, and it was emptying and rolling away.

Wang Wu also laughed.

He immediately bent down and saluted to the top of the mountain, "Wang Wu has seen the Mo Sage. ”

In the pond behind Wang Wu, the water was not rippling.

On the surface of the pond, thousands of swimming fish float on the surface of the water, neatly and regularly worship the top of Lan Mountain, the fish head comes out of the water, and the fish tail sways gently side by side, which is extremely spectacular.

Outside the yamen of the Fusi in Beizhen, Yingchang Mansion, Zhao Yong of a thousand households and Du Yuan, the prefect who came urgently, stood side by side, looking at the top of Lanshan Mountain under the glow, looking at the hundred birds who had not been gone for a long time, Du Yuan pulled the corners of his mouth: "Beizhen Fusi doesn't care?" ”

Zhao Yong rolled his eyes, "I still want to live." ”

first caused thunder, and then caused a vision of heaven and earth, this is the first time Zhao Yong has seen such a thing.

Such a saint-like alien, not to mention that there are only dozens of horses under my command, even the empress who owns the world is not willing to provoke.

There was a bonfire in the middle of the wilderness, and Ji Yue, who was wearing a cloak to hide her face, sat cross-legged with another person.

The swords rested on their laps.

Suddenly, the wind came, blowing and swaying the bonfire.

Immediately, there was a muffled thunder rolling above the sky, Ji Yue listened carefully, then stood up suddenly, sat down weakly, and muttered with a wry smile: "Mo Juxia is really him." ”

The man woke up.

And became the saint of this heaven and earth.

Do you really want to return all the Mo family forces that you have worked so hard to gather to him, just for that bullshit non-attack and love?

Of course not reconciled!

However, this is exactly one of their plans.

I need the appearance of this Mo family sage, I need his prestige, this Da Liang, the tail of the prosperous world, let the Mo family thrive, and finally become a force that can control the world.

The only worry now is whether he will be able to kill the saint when his plan succeeds.

This saint is dead, and he is still a giant of the Mo family.

Ji Yue was silent for a long time, looking at the swordsman beside him who had been silent, and suddenly let out a long breath, no longer indistinguishable from male and female voices, but a very nice female voice, and asked the swordsman: "Can you kill the saint." ”

The swordsman was silent.

The long sword on his knee trembled suddenly, and he almost jumped out of the scabbard, letting out a sword roar.

Ji Yue smiled.

"That's good."

What about the saints, the martial arts of this world are rising higher and higher, and the martial arts of this sword have long been so high that it is unimaginable, although the ancestor of the Mo family is also a swordsman, and he is a very high swordsman.

But sanctification today is not sanctification by the sword.

Only Confucianism.

And the sword beside him is already a sword master!

The sword saint kills the Confucian saint.

Hard.

But it's not impossible. 8)