Just as Steward Feng was stunned, Mo Hansheng had already stepped in front of him, and his tall figure completely shrouded him in shadows.

Steward Feng was taken aback, he had clearly seen that Mo Hansheng was still a few feet away, why did he blink an eye......

No.

I didn't even blink my eyes, why did this person appear in front of him out of thin air?

Steward Feng felt bitter in his heart, this elusive body completely cut off his idea of retreating.

He understood that in the face of such speed, he had no chance of escaping.

Now, the only thing I can do is probably begging for mercy.

He had mixed feelings, a fishing village boy who was firmly controlled by himself in the palm of his hand, like a caged bird, has now become an existence that he needs to look up to.

But he is also a man who can bend and stretch, and when he thinks so, his body does so.

His bent other leg also fell to the ground, and he fell to his knees on Mo Hansheng.

He lowered his body, his chest and abdomen almost touching the ground, making himself look as humble as possible.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of flattery and flattery, like a wild dog begging on the side of the road: "Spare me?" ”

Mo Hansheng was condescending, and quietly watched Steward Feng kneel in front of him.

What a familiar scene.

Before the gate of Ning Mansion back then, he knelt in front of Steward Feng like this.

It's just that now that the world has changed, the situation of the two has been completely reversed, and the world is really impermanent.

Mo Hansheng suddenly remembered that he had seen a saying in the book that "three talents change the number of lives".

The way of the three talents, the sky is the "heavenly machine road", the earth is the "earth vein road", and the man is the "human road".

Substituting into astronomical numerology, the heavenly stem, the earthly branch and the Tibetan stem, so that the number of human lives is formed.

The so-called "number of lives" is determined by the interaction between heaven, earth, and humanity.

The Mandate of Heaven is given by the Heavenly Dao, and human power cannot change it, but the Earthly Leyline Dao and the Human Dao can be changed through acquired choices and efforts.

The so-called "trees die, people live" is the result of changing the earth's veins and the earth's ways.

The way of the three talents is the second, the way of the heavenly machine is shaken, and the number of lives can naturally be changed accordingly, which is the person in the mouth of the world who will win the sky.

Born in Jinlu Village, his family is poor, and he is dragged down by his alcoholic father and unscrupulous brothers and sisters-in-law, this is the destiny of heaven in the way of heavenly machines, which cannot be changed.

After that, he left Hidden Dragon Town and went to the Sunset Sect, which changed the geographical environment and orientation in the leyline path.

In the end, practicing magic by oneself and embarking on the path of immortality is the personal choice and effort in the way of the world.

If it is said that birth is fate, what you encounter along the way is luck, you have seized the fortune, borrowed luck to change your life, and experienced all kinds of things, so that you finally achieved today.

From a fishing village boy from a humble background, a slave of the Ningfu family who couldn't help himself, he became a monk who was detached from the world.

Mo Hansheng looked at Steward Feng kneeling in front of him, and secretly alerted himself in his heart: Since I, Mo Hansheng, have risen as a human being, there will never be a day when I will bend my knees and become a slave again.

Steward Feng didn't know what Mo Hansheng was thinking, and when he saw that the other party didn't make a move, he thought that he was holding a grudge against what happened back then and deliberately humiliating himself.

However, this is exactly what Steward Feng wants, as long as the other party can not kill himself, he will humiliate himself to his heart's content.

Anyway, I have gone from a street beggar all the way to today, what kind of hardship has I not suffered, and what kind of humiliation has I not suffered?

Even now, the other party raised his foot and stepped on his face, and he could lick the soles of his shoes clean with a smile.

Mo Hansheng finally came back to his senses, and he looked at Steward Feng calmly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to Steward Feng, and his two fingers were slightly bent upwards and hooked back.

Steward Feng was stunned, not understanding what the other party meant.

On weekdays, he could naturally see that this was an extremely provocative gesture.

But now that he has surrendered and begged for mercy, what is the need for the other party to provoke?

He then wondered if the other party wanted to make himself like a dog, crawling at his feet and waging his tail and begging for mercy?

He was secretly happy, and thought that he had guessed Mo Hansheng's thoughts, and was about to climb over excitedly, but suddenly felt as if his heart had been hit by something hard.

With a snort, a long sharp stab pierced through Steward Feng's heart and came out of his chest.

Steward Feng looked down in a daze, and saw a slender ice spike, crystal clear, faintly shining in the twilight.

He didn't understand what was going on.

What kind of secret weapon is this, and when did the other party sneak attack him from the rear?

In a trance, he seemed to see the past, and all kinds of pictures of his past experiences flew by in front of him like streamers.

He saw an old man in a Taoist robe.

Steward Feng asked, "Is this the power of an immortal cultivator?" ”

Mo Hansheng was slightly surprised, could this Feng Steward still know the secrets related to immortal cultivation?

Steward Feng muttered to himself: "I can't remember how many years ago, I once met a shabby old Taoist priest, he claimed to be a monk, saw that I had a wisdom root, and said that he would take me to cultivate immortals. At that time, I happened to find a job as a groom for a large family, and with this job, I could eat and drink every day without worrying, and how could I be willing to cultivate any immortals, so I scolded the old Taoist priest as a liar. Later, every time I think about it, I feel complacent, I feel that I have made a very correct choice, and now it seems that I am actually sitting in the well and watching the sky. ”

As he spoke, his smile was full of bitterness and self-deprecation.

I thought I was smart for a lifetime, but I missed this great opportunity.

Mo Hansheng took two steps forward, stretched out his finger and pointed it on Steward Feng's forehead, closing his eyes to sense the situation in his body.

After three breaths, he withdrew his finger and whispered, "He lied to you." ”

He lowered his head, but saw that Steward Feng was already so angry that he couldn't hear his own voice.

His eyes were still open, and tears of remorse welled in the corners of his eyes.

Mo Hansheng looked at Steward Feng's dead look, and he also felt a little emotion in his heart.

Once, this person who only used a little means to make his heart like ashes and almost never recover, died so easily in his own hands.

It is no wonder that throughout the ages, there have been countless people who have sacrificed their lives and forgotten their lives in pursuit of strength.

Strength is the only guarantee for a person's survival in this world.

Only with strength can we have the qualifications to choose and the confidence to resist.

He looked at Steward Feng's body, thought about it, and set it on fire with a flame.

Although he has a deformed physique of the water system, which is compatible with the rejection of the fire method, he can still do it only to the extent of igniting a corpse.

After the flames burned Steward Feng to ashes and dissipated in the wind, Mo Hansheng finally left.

He did this, naturally, not to destroy the corpses, nor to bear Feng to manage the corpse wilderness.

I just don't want passers-by to see it and be frightened.

The villagers in this vicinity were all their neighbors, and this can be regarded as their last kindness to them.

He walked to the top and looked back, which was the direction of Golden Scale Village.

There is a dilapidated mud house at the end of the village, which used to be his home, and the people in the house naturally used to be his own family.

It's just that it all has become what it was.

He took a deep look, one last look.

After one glance, there is no nostalgia.

He turned and strode away, and from then on the sky was high and the sea was wide, and there was nowhere to call home.