I don't know how long I've been standing in front of the tomb.

Until there was a dazzling thunder light that slashed down one after another, slashing the chaotic world hard, and the short-lived light filled the heaven and earth, everything was dyed with light, and the darkness was scattered, and the deafening voice awakened Gu Dan's soul that had fallen silent.

It's like waking up from a big dream.

The eyes that refocused quietly looked at the tombstone in front of the small tomb.

【Mojia Giant, Tomb of Moqiu】

Eight words, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the iron is painted with silver hooks, like the ink treasure left by the legendary judge who controls life and death, and like the prophecy in the ancient legend, quietly telling the unchanging facts.

Gu Dan walked towards the grave.

The sound of the wind and the rain came together, but the footsteps seemed extremely weak, and the person who could still be called tall seemed extremely light, lonely and lonely between the whole world, like a lonely ghost walking in the world without knowing where to return.

"Fake it"

Before walking to the tomb, Gu Dan put a palm on the tombstone, and he opened his mouth to speak, his voice trembling.

There was no answer.

The next moment, the entire tombstone was forcibly pulled out by Gu Dan, and the eight characters on it were broken inch by inch under the residual power of true qi, turning into flying ashes, and in the blink of an eye, it was hidden in the raging storm, leaving only a lonely tomb standing quietly in front of him.

"I said, it's fake!"

Gu Dan gritted his teeth, and the majestic true qi ate away at the stones piled up on the tomb in front of him little by little in an almost violent but slow manner.

In a determined and careful effort, the covered thing finally showed its sights.

Here, a sarcophagus is buried.

The material of the sarcophagus is the same as that of the tombstone, and it is probably cut down in the same place, which can be seen to be quite hasty, and it is not square, and there is no decoration at all.

The white true qi froze there, and did not move again for a long time.

The true qi was retracted again, Gu Dan stepped forward, his slender and powerful palm pressed on the lid of the coffin, his fingers wanted to exert force, but he couldn't lift the lid for a while.

His hands were shaking.

It's a little shaky.

The Great Grandmaster, the only person known in the world who surpassed the Grandmaster, had his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Ha, that's ridiculous.

A mocking smile appeared on Gu Dan's face, which was even uglier than crying.

The rain was sliding down his cheeks, and the lid of the coffin was full of coldness, and there was no trace of temperature to speak of.

As a last resort, Gu Dan Zhi pressed his right hand with the palm of his other hand, and took a deep breath hard, as if he wanted to empty all the air around him.

With all his might, he finally pushed the lid of the coffin open, revealing the whole inside.

In an instant, Gu Dan seemed to have lost half of his soul.

In the sarcophagus, a person lies quietly.

His body is no longer tall, nor is it strong, on the contrary, it looks a little "petite".

Only the dark skin that resembles the skin of an old farmer in the field, as always.

The thin figure was like a skeleton clinging to the flesh, quietly frozen in the sarcophagus, motionless.

It's really Murky.

It's really Murky

His flesh and blood seemed to be drained raw, and his face, which originally looked resolute and simple, had a hint of hideousness, and his eyes were wide open, but the eyebrows were still wrinkled, as if there was something that could not be reassured.

Gu Dan's quiet seems to have become a sculpture.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say a word, and the raindrops that fell from the sky slipped down on the open mouth, salty.

This salty taste reminded him, and Gu Dan's palm gently pressed on Moqiu's body, and his thoughts flowed.

There were no injuries on Murphy's body.

Not really.

His body was stiff, bloody, true qi. It seems that everything has been mercilessly squeezed into the power that supports him, and in the end, it has become like this.

Gu Dan's insight is no longer what it used to be.

In the Pavilion of the Scriptures, he had seen a similar situation happen in the book.

Exhausted and dying.

This is a symbol of a generation of grandmasters who died of exhaustion.

Ha.

A generation of grandmasters, exhausted and dying!

Qingmang circulated in Gu Dan's hand, and did not hesitate to enter the extremely shriveled body.

Aoki's inner breath has given Gu Dan a lot of surprises.

Now he desperately hopes that Aoki Kasa will surprise him again, just once!

The crisp internal qi was full of vitality, as if a clear spring had fallen into the dry desert, and with the influx of cyan internal qi, Moqiu's originally shriveled body actually swelled slightly!

Gu Dan's eyes showed a color of ecstasy, and the white true qi stretched out this heaven and earth, isolating the ups and downs outside, and inside, the green mangs flowed, and the vitality was everywhere.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Gu couldn't help but mutter, he held Moqiu's palm, the big fan-like hand in the past, it seemed a little small in his hand at this time, and there was no half of the temperature at all.

For a moment, Gu Dan's mind seemed to have a lot of pictures flashing.

In prison, the first time I met Moqiu, the other party was weaving straw sandals in the prison, the thick fingers were extremely flexible, the fingers turned like flying, and his deeds were even more amazing, almost engraved the words "Jianghu heroes" on his face, coupled with the height of more than nine feet, the impression left was extremely deep, and he also rose up to make friends.

Later, the two chatted in a tavern, denouncing the corruption and mediocrity of the court, the world is big, a little doctor, a slight warrior, dared to talk about the world's major affairs at the wine table, worried about the country and the people.

Once the slightest rumor spreads, I am afraid that I will be laughed at.

Later, the two of them opened a martial arts hall and a pharmacy, the martial arts hall was not very prosperous, and some of the pharmacy shops were nameless, placed in the huge imperial capital, and there was no wave.

Until the news of the Wanshou Immortal Palace came out, Mo Qiu walked out of the Mo family martial arts hall, and in one day, he even picked the martial arts halls in the imperial capital, and began to set foot on the stage of the world with martial arts.

After that, based on Tianzhi and Ming ghosts, it seemed to tell the morality in his heart, but in fact, he advised Emperor Zong Ming not to ask for immortals with the power of the whole country, and finally went to the palace for a while, but nothing changed.

The sudden arrival of the stars in the night broke the peace, and Moqiu spent ten days running to Yuzhou, with one hundred and eighty ink masters behind him.

To stop the fight with force, into the immortal stone, it took three months, Yuzhou was initially decided.

But that's not a good start.

Immediately followed by the invasion of the Four-Nation Alliance, Zhang Qihan, the god of the Great Moon Army, buried 100,000 border soldiers in Daqing.

Emperor Zongming is still going to celebrate his sixtieth birthday.

Moqiu, who couldn't bear it, finally let go of his unrealistic dream, and on the spot of Emperor Zongming's 60th birthday, Moqiu swung his fist and killed the emperor.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than six years.

In the past six years, Gu Dan and Moqiu have only exchanged letters.

It's just that I never thought that the original parting would not even have a chance to talk to each other again.

Scenes from the past are all in his mind, and Gu Dan actually knows what Moqiu has been doing in the six years since he left.

He exerted the morality in his heart, and led the ink man to garrison the city again and again, and then retreated step by step.

And he has been staying in his own small courtyard, watching the times change.

The green mangs are like promises, but the pain is clear in worry.

When I went to Yuzhou, there were still 180 ink people behind Moqiu to help, and today when the source river burst and came alone, what kind of mood did I have?

Gu Dan clenched his thin palm, and his voice was like crying, "Brother Mo, I just want to live forever." Hanging pots to help the world, in fact, you have always been doing it.

I have heard: Whoever holds a salary for the people, do not let him freeze to death in the wind and snow; For the ignorant enlightened, do not let them be confused by ignorance; He who opens the way for liberty must not let him be trapped in thorns.

Then, those who seek their lives for the common people must not be left alone in the coffin. ”

The green mang persistently fell into the frozen body, and the originally shriveled flesh and blood seemed to be refilled, full of vitality and vitality.

"Brother Mo, wake up!"

Gu Dan shouted loudly, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth, endlessly, as if it was guiding the direction of the lonely soul who had no way to return.

There was no movement.

The originally thin and shriveled body was nourished by internal qi and returned to normal, but the eyes that were still wide open did not move, only the frowning eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled more tightly.

When the last wisp of internal qi in his body fell into Moqiu's body, but there was still no movement, Gu Dan finally stopped speaking.

He stared at the eyes that were still wide open.

In those eyes, there was probably no emotion in sight, but their burning eyes pierced the heart.

"Sleep first, sleep first"

Gu Dan stretched out his hand and helped him gently close his eyelids, but he couldn't smooth the frowning brows.

Gu Dan looked a little helpless, his eyes looked around, and at this moment his heart was extremely looking forward to the arrival of an immortal to tell him how to make Moqiu wake up.

There was no one around.

The only great master in this world stood there, dazed and helpless.

"Where there is a way, there must be a way."

Gu Dan muttered, trying to throw away the cluttered thoughts in his mind, and at a certain moment, a name slipped into his mind and froze.

"Kiyoheko, Kiyoheiko, !!"

Suddenly, Gu Dan seemed to have found a savior.

He hurriedly picked up Moqiu from the sarcophagus, and the white true qi blocked the wind and rain outside, isolating a small world.

"Brother Mo, don't sleep too long. I've just been born, and I haven't had time to do anything yet, how dare you sleep? Grandmaster, how can you sleep at your age?! ”

There are meteors streaked through the stormy world, setting off monstrous waves.

On a hill.

Xun Ke sat there a little dazed, looking at the waves and floods in front of him, and didn't say a word.

Wang Mang sat beside him and said with relief: "Senior brother doesn't have to worry too much. As the saying goes, Daoji people have their own natural appearance, how can a character like Mozi have any accidents simply? Such a person must have a destiny in his body, and since he has a destiny, he should not be sideways. ”

Xun Ke raised his head in silence, and only said for a long time: "Master Mo said that it is not fate. ”

Wang Mang: "."

Among the ten meanings of the Mo family, there is indeed a fate.

Murphy doesn't say anything.

"Ahem, even if you don't believe in fate, it doesn't matter! Mozi is a grandmaster, a martial arts master! It's not a problem to hit me ten with one hand, this kind of strength, the world can go, where will there be any accidents? Wang Mang continued to sigh with relief.

"The Four-Nation Alliance, there are six Grandmasters."

Xun Ke said.

Wang Mang: "."

I can't talk about it anymore!

So he simply sat next to Xun Ke and stopped talking.

At this time, Xun Ke began to speak, "Master Mo is my benchmark, just like the bright stars in the sky, obviously so bright, but never high. I have always felt that such a person will never leave, and I will continue to walk along the path left by the ink master."

As he spoke, Xun Ke, who was no longer a teenager, grinned, and tried to squeeze out a smile, "Today I suddenly thought that Master Mo is also a human. He wasn't born destined to shine on one side. It is not fate, it is not predestined, it is a human choice. ”

Those shining characters of our time are actually no different from the sun, moon and stars that accompany us, usually you are not likely to think of him often, you always feel that he will always be there. However, he is different from the sun, moon and stars, he does not rise when the west sinks, and he does not come back when he crosses the canopy of heaven. The more his light shines, the more you will feel that with their departure, a part of the era will be finalized, and future generations will clearly see the footnotes of the fall of this celestial body when they turn the pages of the era.

It turned out that everything was already predestined.

Wang Mang fell silent.

If you are human, you will die.

There will be laughter, there will be tears, there will be sorrow, there will be heartache, there will be bloodshed, there will be old age, there will be death, no one can escape.

Whether it is a martial arts master or a giant of the Mo family, what can he do if he is a saint in the world?

Heavenly reason is so.

"The hounds must be buried on the mountain, and the general will inevitably die in battle. Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world. ”

Wang Mang added: "It has been like this since ancient times, how can there ever be variables? Whether you are unknown or famous, death is the destination of all people, and it is also the fairest thing in the world. Sometimes, when I think of these things by chance, I will quickly shake my head and throw these thoughts out, thinking that it is too space.

In life, it's good to be chic and comfortable. Do what you want to do, put all your energy into your limited life, and no one knows what will happen after death, but what happened before death can indeed be changed by yourself. ”

Wang Mang scratched his head and said cautiously, "Mozi probably thinks the same way, right?" I've seen and heard about such people, and that's why I have such an idea."

Xun Ke shook his head, "I don't know."

yes, he doesn't know.

In fact, he has been learning from Gu Dan all along.

Compared with the famous Mo Master, Mr. Gu's strength may have surpassed, but his personality or personal choices are inevitably too bland, as if he has separated himself from the world.

And he practiced in his academy, so naturally he had no way to follow the ink master to fight, so he could only constantly improve his thoughts in his heart, looking forward to meeting the ink master one day, and then talk about the thoughts that had been conceived in his heart for a long time.

I hope things don't get as bad as I think they do.

He still has a lot of words to say to the ink master, he still has a lot of ideals that he has not had time to realize with the ink master, and the situation in the big moon needs the ink master and the Mo family.

While thinking about this, there was a sudden movement from the bottom of the mountain.

Xun Ke's heart moved and looked over.

Someone came, and it was a bird!

The other party, shouldn't it be in the Gu family's courtyard?

He was about to go down the mountain to inquire, when he suddenly heard a loud shout, which shook the sky.

"Qing! Flat! Child! Come out for me, I can't save him, you come to the funeral! ”

There are meteors galloping from the sky, breaking through the river and the sea, and treading the waves.

(End of chapter)