Faced with Mo Qizhong's question, Ye Feng couldn't think of an answer.

There was a long sigh of ink seven in his ears: "Actually, have you ever thought that all your experiences over the years, every step you have taken, including your relatives and friends around you, seem to have been arranged in the dark, giving you a sense of powerlessness manipulated by fate?"

Ye Feng nodded unconsciously.

This feeling is occasionally felt by most people, no matter how hard you try, how accurate the plan, but it is always the old saying "people are not as good as the sky", the final outcome of things, the direction of life will often be greatly unexpected by your expectations, and even unreasonable in a way unreasonable in front of you, making people feel crying and laughing.

It is this sense of powerlessness that makes people begin to believe in fate, in religion, in the existence of God, in things as mysterious and inexplicable as life, in the hope of finding spiritual solace from it.

"What if," Mo's Nanae voice sounded a little distant, as if it had drifted from a long way away, "what if it's not some so-called fate or god that is controlling all this around you behind your back?"

Ye Feng was stunned, he had never thought like this before.

Recalling what he said he had experienced over the years, when he was buried alive in the secret cave of Huashan, Sun Lao Er is said to have been entrusted by someone to bring the people of the old Sun family in Guanzhong to appear in time and save him.

When he faced Lin Suifeng, the world's number one swordsman, in Songshan Tingtao Villa, and took advantage of the upper hand, it was Tang Da who desperately fought his way out and rushed to his side to help.

When he fell into the mystery of murder of ghosts in the capital and couldn't extricate himself, he received great help from many people in the capital, including two generations of chief arresters of the Criminal Department, Chang Mantian, Chang Wuyi's father and son, and even His Royal Highness Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han who leaned towards the government and the opposition, without their help, he would never have been able to break through the fog and make the truth known to the world.

And when he faced the critical moment of the siege of the tiger and wolf army led by Song Hu, the little marquis of Xining, in Lanzhou City, it was the secret letter of Zhang Xin, Marquis of Longping, which made the generals under the Marquis of Xining turn against him, forcing Song Hu to retreat, and turning Lanzhou City into danger.

And when Ye Feng was facing the conspiracy planned by Lei Potian in Hangzhou to slaughter the rudder of Tangmen Jiangnan, it was Zhang Xin, the Marquis of Longping, who happened to pass by, who led the guards to intercept the elite of the Lei family who went to reinforce, which made Lei Potian's plan shattered, and Ye Feng escaped again.

Until not long ago in Xi'an City, the Phoenix Girl, the king of the five senses among the Ten Palaces of Yama, spread Gu poison, created plagues, and poisoned herself to poison herself, if it weren't for Zhao Zongru, the prefect of Xi'an, who mobilized the army and handled it properly, without his help, I am afraid that Ye Feng would be difficult to find out the root cause of Gu poison and find out the truth.

Think about it carefully, in the past few years, one by one, every time when you encounter difficulties and dangers, you can turn evil into good luck and be safe and sound, so you are even called the smartest person in the world, and you are blessed with great life, if you have divine help.

In fact, every time he encounters this kind of time, he will get the help of others to tide over the difficulties. And these people, even some of whom they didn't know each other before, had no friendship at all, but without exception, they all did their best to help each other without hesitation.

As for the two righteous brothers beside him, Xie Zhenliang and Zhang Fatzi, they have always lived and died together, facing all difficulties together, and even played an indispensable key role in many times.

The blessings and fortunes that Ye Feng has experienced along the way are definitely not just a fluke, if he has divine help, he has actually received the help of these people, they are the nobles in Ye Feng's life. For them, Ye Feng's heart was full of deep gratitude.

However, now, Mo Qiju said that behind them, there is someone or some kind of force secretly manipulating, is this possible?

Ye Feng couldn't believe it.

He didn't want to believe it either.

However, he couldn't answer the series of questions before Mo Qizhong, and he couldn't completely overturn and deny his thoughts.

Therefore, Ye Feng could only be silent.

Looking at the silent Ye Feng, Mo Qizhong sighed regretfully and said, "No matter who Ai secretly manipulated all this before, even if you really have divine help, your road has come to an end today." Even if there are really immortals, I'm afraid they won't be able to save you. ”

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "You want to kill me?"

Mo Qizhong looked at the ink sword in his hand and sighed lightly: "Today I got the secret of Dayu Jiuding, which is equivalent to finding the key to open the door of the ancient treasure, but it is also like holding a hot charcoal in both hands." Wherever you are hiding

Who is that person behind you, I have snatched his things like a tiger's mouth, and once the word spreads, will he give up?"

"This person can set up such a situation around you without you knowing it, and his power can be imagined, I dare not take the risk easily. That's why I tried to transfer all the other people around you just now, and now that Sun Lao Er and Old Man Mei are dying, you are left alone, and I can be absolutely sure. ”

"Besides, if that prophecy is true, and you are the key person who can find the ancient treasure, how can I leave you to compete with me for the treasure? ”

Ye Feng frowned, and Mo Qizhong also mentioned "prophecy".

He had heard this so-called "prophecy" from different mouths more than once, but he still had no idea what it was.

He couldn't help but ask, "Prophecy?

Mo Qizhong seemed to want to say something, but just as he was about to speak, he thought about it, but he stopped talking again, and just said lightly: "This is too long, you don't need to know." ”

Ye Feng was faintly disappointed.

He looked up at the seventh uncle in front of him, whom he once respected very much, and suddenly had a very strange feeling, as if he had never known this person.

He pointed to the bloodied Sun Lao Er and the dying Old Man Mei on the ground, and finally called him: "Seventh Uncle, are you going to sacrifice so many innocent lives just because you want to get rid of your incurable disease, just for your own selfishness? For this treasure, not enough people died twenty years ago?"

Facing Ye Feng's questioning, Mo Qizhong was a little silent, and after being silent for a while, his expression suddenly became excited: "That's right, I'm just for my illness, my selfishness, but I'm just unwilling, I don't understand, why since I was a child, I can't compare to your master and your father? Why do everyone think that they are better than me, and they all think that they are the best choice to be the Mo family's giant, and I am just a foil from the beginning, and there is no hope at all?"

"Even if in the end, I really became a giant, I want to do something, I want to prove that they are all wrong, I am the most suitable person to be the giant of the Mo family, and only I can lead the Mo family to revival. But why, at this time, did I find out that I was suffering from an incurable disease? Is it fair for me to make such an arrangement?"

Looking at the look of anger on Mo Qizhong's face, Ye Feng sighed softly, he and suddenly didn't hate the seventh uncle in front of him at all, because he was just a poor man who was played by fate and was unwilling.

His hand slowly touched the saber on his waist, and he whispered to himself, "It seems that this battle is really inevitable?"

Mo Qizhong raised the ink sword in his hand, looked at Ye Feng with some disdain, and said, "Do you think you have a chance to fight with me?" back then, your master's magic sword was only slightly better than me, you were just his apprentice, could you still be better than the blue, and better than your master?"

"What's more, I grew up with your master since I was a child, and I learned the same art, so I know his martial arts well. For so many years, every night in my mind, I will think about his tricks, and I will think about how to solve them, after so many years, even if I really face your master, I am afraid that I will win, let alone you?"

Mo Qizhong's words, Ye Feng didn't seem to hear it at all, and he was unmoved.

When his hand grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist, the disdain on Mo Qizhong's face suddenly swept away, and all of them were gone, replaced by an expression of surprise.

Because when Ye Feng held the knife, his whole person, the momentum of his whole body, all changed, as if he was a knife, an indestructible treasure knife, exuding a chilling murderous aura!

Mo Qizhong couldn't help but sweep away his previous contempt for Ye Feng, because he remembered that even back then, the Fifth Floor of the Demon had not been able to reach such a realm, bringing him such a sense of oppression.

In fact, he forgot that although he had been studying the martial arts of the Fifth Floor of the Demon all these years, in his memory, it was still at the level of the year.

However, the martial arts of the fifth floor of the demon for so many years have already exceeded his imagination.

As for Ye Feng, when he first saw him in Lanzhou City, the poison of the golden toad on Ye Feng's body still had attacks from time to time, and it was all forcibly suppressed by the medicine made by Miss Cheng, so he couldn't use martial arts at all, his actual level, Mo Qizhong actually knew nothing.

Later in the ancient city of Loulan

After the change, the poison of the golden toad in Ye Feng's body has gradually merged with the blood in his body, and even awakened the potential hidden in the depths of his body.

Mo Qizhong saw the formidable sword intent and murderous aura emanating from Ye Feng's body at this moment, and he didn't feel a pang in his heart, only feeling that this was probably the strongest opponent he had ever faced, so he had to be secretly vigilant and concentrate on dealing with it.

Just when he was holding the ink sword in his hand and concentrating on Ye Feng's body, Sun Lao Er, who had fallen to the ground and was bleeding profusely, and was about to die, suddenly moved!

His figure suddenly jumped up and slammed his fist into Mo Qizhong's vest.

This punch exhausted almost all of Sun Laoer's last strength, and the force of the punch was so strong that he used too much force, and he himself spurted blood in his mouth.

Fortunately, Mo Qizhong reacted quickly, saw the opportunity early, and dodged in time to unload most of the power on Sun Laoer's fist. Rao was like this, he also felt a sharp shock between his chest and abdomen, a faint pain, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He glared angrily at Sun Laoer: "You, you're not dead yet?"

Sun Lao Er spurted blood in his mouth, and laughed at the same time: "You old thing, you actually attacked me, now let you also taste the taste of being attacked by someone." How's that, doesn't it feel good?"

Mo Qizhong snorted angrily and did not speak. He forcibly suppressed the blood that rushed to his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Sun Lao Er took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, and stuffed the stack of wax paper with the inscription pattern of Dayu Jiuding in his hand into Ye Feng's hand, and whispered only two words: "Go quickly!"

Ye Feng shook his head, he didn't go, he didn't want to go.

At this time, how could he leave the seriously injured Sun Lao Er and walk away? In this case, how would he face himself in the future?

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't leave, Sun Lao Er was a little anxious, and said at a very fast speed: "We have been delayed here for too long, the time for the passage to close is approaching, once it is closed, no one can go out, and all the truth here, as well as the secrets on this wax paper, will all be buried here." You have to go right now!"

Before the words fell, Mo Qizhong's cold snort sounded in his ears: "Dying and struggling!"

There was an extremely sharp sound of breaking the sky, and the ink sword of the ink sevenfold had arrived!

The ink sword pointed directly at Sun Laoer's throat, Mo Qizhong obviously hated Sun Laoer's sneak attack, and he was already determined to kill him under the sword!

This sword was as fast as lightning, and seeing that Sun Lao Er was still talking to Ye Feng, he had no chance to dodge at all.

At this moment, a figure suddenly bounced up from the ground and blocked in front of Sun Lao Er!

With a "poof", the ink sword completely sank into the chest of this figure, and when he looked closely, this person who was desperate to block the sword for Sun Lao Er turned out to be the old man Mei who was dying just now!

Mo Qizhong was also taken aback, and immediately drew his sword and retreated, as soon as the sword was drawn, Old Man Mei's body fell to the ground as soon as it became weak.

Sun Lao Er took a step forward, grabbed Old Man Mei, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why? Aren't you, you should hate me very much?"

Old man Mei looked at Sun Lao Er, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he said in a weak voice: "I have long forgiven you, because we are, friends!"

As soon as the words fell, Old Man Mei was weak in Sun Laoer's arms, and he was already exhausted.

Sun Lao Er hugged Old Man Mei's body that was gradually cooling, his face was full of tears, and he suddenly yelled with all his strength for a moment: "Hurry up!"

He said this to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes also felt a little moist, he no longer insisted, turned around and spread his body outside the corridor, and rushed with all his might.

Because he understands that the things in his hands at this moment are far more important than his own life, he must take it out, and he must not let Old Man Mei and Sun Lao Er sacrifice in vain.

In this world, there are many things that are more important than life.

For example, friendship.

Seeing Ye Feng fleeing, Mo Qizhong was in a hurry, and immediately wanted to chase after him, but Sun Lao Er suddenly stood up and blocked in front of him.

Just now, his face was like gold paper, but he was crumbling at the moment, but his eyes were blazing, standing like an iron tower, standing in front of Mo Qizhong, and laughing: "Old guy, don't want to leave, you can be buried here forever with us!"

Ye Feng had already flown out of the long corridor at this moment, and behind him, the sound of Sun Laoer's angry laughter echoed.