"Rubbish! This little thing can't be done!" In the dark corner, the mother-in-law reprimanded a few people in black with an angry face, "He is the person that Miss likes, there is no room for mistakes, you guys, now go and inquire about the news for me, don't act rashly first, this kid is probably not dead yet." Turning around and tidying up her clothes, her mother-in-law took a deep breath and walked back to the house. "Miss, Mr. Mo, he had an accident, maybe he won't come back in the next few days. "Oh, is the plan taking effect?" "No, just received the secret protection, Mo Gongzi seems to have been taken away by a person from the Xuanzhen Sect, and I don't know where he went for the time being." "Smack!" the teacup in the girl's hand fell to the ground and shattered, "What does it matter to me who took him away? Does he have anything to do with me? I brought him back with a good intention, what does his life and death do to me!Don't bother me with these things!" The angry girl turned back to her room, leaving a group of people in the hall staring wide-eyed. "Alas!" sighed, "don't we really care about that young man?" Like a gust of wind, the mother-in-law turned her head to look at an old man who suddenly appeared behind her, and replied, "How is it possible? Lying on the bed, Linglong thought quietly, did she really care about this maybe just looked like Mozhong, or was she really moved by him?"No! No way, Mozhong, I only love you, this can't be changed, he's just your stand-in, he can never replace you!"

Nameless barren mountain, in a temple. "Hmm, it hurts!" Mo Zhong woke up slowly, touched his neck, there was a wound there, and it was even more painful to touch. "Don't let me see this damn old way, or I'll kill him!" "Yes, I want to see how you kill the poor way, little friend." A faint voice came, frightened Mo Zhong a spirit, and when he turned around, he saw an old man looking at him with a smile. "Ahh What the hell are you, the owner of this body has long since died, and the person has gone down to the underworld to report for duty, who are you in him now?" "I don't know. After a long silence, Mo Zhong spoke. "My name is Mozhong, I don't know why I'm here, all my memories are lost, I woke up here a few days ago, just one night. "Really?" the fluttering voice didn't know if he really believed it. "Young man, I see that you are weak and sick, how about I pass on your martial arts?" "Martial arts?" Mo Zhong suddenly became interested, and he came up with great interest, no matter where he was, he still wanted to become stronger. "Well, I am a disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, the Taoist name is Xuanchen, this sword is called Killing Evil, I have the honor to learn some techniques from my master, so I can do divination for you. The old man sat on the stone, looking like a man of the world.

"Master is above, please accept the apprentice's swing!" Mo Zhong knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully, "Well, yes, I will give you the name of the Tao today, and seeing that you are possessed by a lonely soul, I will call you Xuan Soul." Mo Zhong was overjoyed that he had finally found someone who could make friends with him. That night, the master and apprentice talked about some anecdotes about martial arts, helping Mo Zhong understand this world, it turned out that there was no Sulan City and Tianyu Island here, and the powerful monks were nowhere to be seen. The powerful monks here are all people who practice martial arts, practice internal strength, take the things that are old in the mountains and seas, it is said that they can increase their skills, if they can get a good secret book, and then with good medicinal materials, they can easily create a master with half the effort. These people can fly the eaves and walk the wall, tread the waves, climb the cliff as if walking on the ground, there is a strong internal force can even be a few years without eating or drinking, it doesn't matter, people who practice martial arts can choose to join some sects to a certain level, there is no sect is called a ranger or a scattered person, there are a few powerful sects in total, standing on the rivers and lakes, all dynasties have not collapsed, respectively, one religion, one island, two halls and three forts, respectively, the Yin and Yang Sect, the Heavenly Temple, the Earth Temple, Hongjiabao, Tangjiabao, Xiongjiabao, Xuanzhen Sect is just a branch of the Yin-Yang Sect。 "Master, if I start practicing martial arts now, I don't know if I can catch up?" "Don't worry, apprentice, when I help you adjust your body, with some herbs, you can catch up head-on, catch up with those who have practiced martial arts since childhood, you are still young after all." "Touching the head of the ink, this little baby is really cute, and the smiling old face has become a flower.

The next morning, "Little bunny, come over to me!" Lao Dao regretted it the next morning, eager to drive him out of the division, this kid didn't know what method he used, he actually got up earlier than him, secretly pulled out his sword, the cold light sparkling evil is wearing a rabbit at the moment, the roasted outside is crispy and tender inside, is squeaking out of the oil, Mo Zhong squatted on the side, I don't know where to find a wine jar, now he is sitting there holding and not letting go, the rich aroma of wine wafts in, the old Tao is furious, there is wine to drink and he is not called the master, and he snatched it at the moment." You're still very weak, so don't dip this drink for the time being. Regardless of Mo Chong's resentful eyes, he poured most of his bones down, wiped his mouth, and shouted: "Sure enough, it's good wine!" Mo Zhong shook his head, his master was mostly drunk, and he ignored him, this rabbit was about to be roasted, and he patronized the apprentice the day before yesterday, and he didn't even eat dinner, so he was hungry at this time. "What are you doing?" shouted Lao Dao, and drew his sword back, but fortunately, Mo Chongyan quickly caught the rabbit that fell with his big leaves, otherwise his breakfast would have been ruined. "You, you little rabbit cub, do you know what this is? This is a sword given by the ancestor, and you will use it to roast the rabbit?"

On the top of the barren mountain, a pine tree stood tall and verdant, and under the tree there was a young man, his hands stretched out, and his feet were firmly propped on the ground as if they were rooted, and he could only blow the horns of his clothes when the wind howled. On the thick branches, there is an old Taoist priest lying on it, holding a jar of wine in his hand, still chewing something in his mouth, when he heard it closely, he heard the old Taoist priest still scolding in pieces: "Old Tao, I have been in this broken temple for so long, and I haven't found the secret way, this kid came and smelled it and found so much good wine, dog nose?" The original owner of this temple is obviously not a good bird, as a monk, he actually dared to hide wine in the temple privately, but now it is cheaper for the master and apprentice, the wine cellar that has been sealed for decades has been opened, and the rich aroma of wine wafts out, and when you smell it, it is as if you are in a wine jar. "Hey, little rabbit cub, hurry up and prepare! I am too old to stay in this cold place!" "Damn! I will let you return it one day." Mo Zhong took a few deep breaths, raised his hand and grabbed a bundle of rope beside him, and jumped off the cliff with a sharp dash. The air from below whistled and blew on his face, like a knife, his ears no longer knew what to do with it, the sound of the wind drowned everything, and Mo Zhong nervously scratched around, hoping to catch something more, but he couldn't catch anything. "Stinky boy, don't open your eyes yet! What do you see in front of you?" Lao Dao also jumped down from the pine tree, jumped up, and steadily grabbed the cliff, and in a move, he had already caught up with the falling ink weight. Mo Zhong opened his eyes and looked, he was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, on the path where he fell, a stone was lying there, it was a natural platform, for Mo Zhong was the life talisman of the king of Hades, Mo Zhong grabbed the rope around his waist, the rough hemp rope suddenly opened a bloody hole in his hand, Mo Chong's hand flipped over, the rope was wrapped around twice, wrapped around his hand, kicked the cliff with his feet, and forced himself to become a foot down, at this time the platform was already very close, if you really want to fall up, you must break the tendon and fracture. "Let's go!" With a loud roar, Mo Zhong shook the body in his hand hard, about to swing himself over, and kicked the cliff face violently, Mo Zhong almost rubbed his nose with the platform, and with a creak, the rope was over, and Mo Zhong felt a pain in his chest, so he hung in the air, not up or down. "How's it going, good boy, isn't it fun?" asked Lao Dao with a smile as he grabbed the cliff with one hand and drank wine with the other. "It's fun, do you want to play with me?" Mo's teeth grinded with hatred. A few days ago, they found a very good medicinal herb, which grew on this cliff, and Lao Dao had to pick it himself, so there was this exciting "game".

"You can take it easy!" Cautiously swinging over, it was a very small grass, it looked no different from a distance, and when he got closer, Mo Zhong found wisps of purple mist surging up and down, the mist was entangled in the air, about to turn into runes, these mist were entangled, emitting a little fluorescence. "Ahh Holding the small ginseng that was still with soil, the old Taoist smiled, using this purple cloud ginseng to boil medicine, it will definitely increase the medicinal power, and he will be blessed. One soared, the old Taoist gave up the wine jar, went to the top of the cliff, and returned to the broken temple. "Hey, you can help me!" came a terrible shout from under the cliff, and Lao Dao didn't hear it because he was fascinated by Shentai, leaving Mo Zhong alone to hang there.