On the Jitu Mountain, there is no one here all year round, the whole mountain is always shrouded in fog, plus there are hidden dangers everywhere here, if there are disciples who come to ask for exercises, they generally get the exercises and leave, and they will never delay here for a minute longer, although this time is very delayed, but those disciples are willing to do so, because this is really not a place for people to stay, although it is quiet, but it will become lonely after a long time, and few people can endure that kind of torment.

It's not that there is no one here, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is an old man who doesn't know the realm, he doesn't know the age, he is the guardian of the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he has been alone for many years, and it has never changed, if you want to say who has lived the longest in the Biluo Huangquan Sect, then this old man should be ranked first, and no one in the sect knows his name, and they all call him Mo Lao! Even every sect master is called so, and he is estimated to be the oldest person in the entire sect.

Lu Zhong once heard his father Lu Sannian say that he had seen Mo Lao like this when he was a child, and he was still like this now, and he had been guarding the Scripture Pavilion and had never left half a step. The people of the sect died one after another, but Mo Lao seemed to be unaffected by time, and the Biluo Huangquan Sect survived in the world for a long time. Usually when a disciple comes to ask for exercises, he only recognizes the token and does not recognize the person, Mo Lao never cares who you are, as long as you hold the token, even if you are not a person from the sect, he will let it in.

Lu Zhong walked to the door of the Scripture Pavilion, the door here is never locked, but on the right side of the door, there is a counter-like table, and next to the table sits an old man with an old face lying on the table, his eyes are slightly open, not exuding a trace of breath, if Lu Zhong closes his eyes, he will not feel that there is still someone in front of him. It seems to sense that someone is coming, and the old man's gaze slowly moves to Lu Sheng, what kind of eyes are they, which contain the vicissitudes of years of precipitation, but they are like ignoring the gods of the world, without the slightest human emotion, and found that it was Lu Zhong, the cloudy eyes gradually eased down, and the gentleness in his eyes flashed, which was the eyes of the elders looking at the descendants of the younger generations.

It was only at this time that Lu Zhong gradually felt that the other party was a person, but a hundred years ago, Mo Lao was like a kind grandfather, although he didn't talk much, but he was not as indifferent as he is now, the little old man at that time was very patient to listen to his complaints, often with a slight smile on his face, and sometimes gave advice, at that time he was like an ordinary elder guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but after all these years, Mo Lao didn't know what he had experienced, and gradually changed, not like the person back then, human emotions are gradually disappearing, or it won't be long before Mo Lao will lose his last humanity and eventually become a person who is too ruthless, no, it can't be said to be a human being, Taishang ruthless is no longer a human being.

I don't know if Mo Lao still remembers himself, most likely he doesn't remember, right? After all, more than a hundred years have passed, and Mo Lao himself doesn't know what went wrong. Lu Zhong stepped forward and handed the token to Mo Lao, and then waited quietly. Mo Lao took it in his hand, rubbed it slowly, and after a while, he returned the token to Lu Zhong, signaling that there was no problem, and then stared at himself quietly, his eyes were not as good as back then.

Sure enough, don't you remember yourself? It seems that you have to find out what happened after you left, and you still remember the first time you came here, Lu Sannian took him to find a suitable exercise, and every time after that, Lu Zhong quietly stole the token, and then sneaked here to tell the old man what he had seen and heard for a day.

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"Grandpa Mo! let me tell you, today I have practiced Biluo Finger to the third layer, my father said that the third level will be practiced for at least a year, but I will do it in a month, but I don't tell him, pretend that he can't, so that he will have time to teach me! He is always busy with the affairs of the sect, and he has no time to accompany me, hehehe, I'm smart...... It's not early, I'm going back, otherwise they should be in a hurry, Grandpa Mo, I'm leaving, I'll come back to you in a few days" Five-year-old Lu Zhong was particularly close to the old man, because he was less caring than his father, and told the old man of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion what was in his heart.

said that it was a few days later, but in fact, a year or two had passed, and when Lu Zhong was seven years old, he secretly ran to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, and when the old man saw Lu Zhong, his wrinkled face showed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Grandpa Mo, you smile so ugly! Let me tell you, today I met a little girl, who said that it was the granddaughter of an elder, like a fart, she will go wherever I go, Grandpa Mo, do you think you like it?"

"At a young age, you know how to like a fart, and cultivating well is the right way!" Mo Lao rubbed Lu Zhong's head and said with a smile.

"Oops...... Don't touch my head, otherwise I won't grow tall, what should I do?" Lu Zhong said angrily.

"Okay!" Mo Lao said and touched Lu Zhong's head again.

Lu Zhong knocked off Mo Lao's hand touching his head, and muttered, "I said that I didn't grow tall, and I still touched it?"

"Hahaha!"

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Ten-year-old Lu Zhong came to complain to Mo Lao, saying that cultivation was too hard and he didn't want to practice...... Twelve-year-old Lu Zhong was naughty and mischievous, which medicine garden he harmed today, and which senior sister took a bath tomorrow, these things can't be told to his parents, only he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to talk to Mo Lao, and Mo Lao just looked at Lu Zhong with a smile on the corner of his mouth and talked endlessly about his "merits" He didn't agree or object, Lu Zhong said that he would leave when he was tired. When I was a teenager, my mind was like a blank sheet of paper.

After the age of fifteen, Lu Zhong almost came and went every three or five times, sometimes for a month or two without seeing anyone, when he came back, he talked to Mo Lao about the scenery of the outside world, with light in his eyes, that is the infinite yearning for the outside world, yearning for the hegemony of the dynasty, the chivalrous spirit of the rivers and lakes, and the love of children!

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At the age of seventeen, Lu Zhong came to the library to say goodbye when he was leaving, "Grandpa Mo, I'm going to explore the rivers and lakes, you have to prepare wine, the old man said, when I grow up, I can drink, and when I come back, I will tell you about my scenery and deeds along the way while drinking!"

Lu Zhong waved goodbye to Mo Lao, and Mo Lao stood in front of the library pavilion, watching Lu Zhong go all the way away, gradually disappearing into the fog, while Mo Lao leaned on his body, his hands in front of him, staring into the distance for a long time.

I never thought about this parting, for so long, for a hundred years, there has not been a single piece of news. Until Lu finally fell and the life lamp went out, Mo Lao was still waiting, waiting for the wanderer to return home!

In the whole sect, the only news that doesn't know the fall of Lu Zhong is Mo Lao. Lu Sansan's original intention was to be afraid that Mo Lao would be too sad, so he concealed it, but who knows, Mo Lao has been waiting for a hundred years!

But who in this world can not die, Mo Lao has guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for nearly a thousand years, and how long is the history of the Biluo Huangquan Sect? From the beginning of the establishment of the sect, Mo Lao has been guarding here, not only guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but the entire Biluo Huangquan Sect.

Mo Lao has reached his twilight years, but when God was about to end his life, he sent Lu Zhong to him, so that he had expectations every day after that! But he didn't know that Lu Zhong had fallen outside, and he still kept his original promise, he prepared good wine, and waited for Lu Zhong to come back and drink with him!

But his life has come to an end, he may not be able to wait for Lu Zhong to come back, he doesn't want to miss the appointment, so in desperation, he practiced the Taishang Forgetfulness Technique, this exercise is a forbidden technique of the human race, because once he cultivates, he will gradually forget his emotions, but he can prolong his life.

In order to be able to wait for Lu Zhong to come back, Mo Lao let go of his emotions and cultivated this forbidden technique, so his human feelings were gradually disappearing. Eventually, it will become an emotionless Taishang!

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"Xiao Lu...... Are you back......" Lu Zhong was still in deep memory, and a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him.

Lu Zhong turned his head suddenly, startled, but when he saw Lu Zhong's expression, he was stunned, and he also knew that Lu Zhong didn't care about himself at all now. There is only one person in the world who calls himself Xiao Lu, and that is Mo Lao back then.

Lu Zhong saw Mo Lao's indifferent face, and there was a trace of tenderness, which was the care that Lu Zhong had not seen in a hundred years......!

At this moment, Mo Lao was like an ordinary old man who finally waited for his grandson to return home, and muttered: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Then I saw the rickety body, turned under the counter, and took out a jar of wine, the mud seal was not opened, and the light of the altar body being caressed, I knew that for more than 100 years, Mo Lao had wiped it a lot, and it had formed a thick pulp.

"I'm ready...... Wine, good wine. ”

When Lu finally saw this scene, he couldn't stop his emotions anymore, although this body couldn't cry, but there seemed to be something in his heart, his words like jokes a hundred years ago were taken seriously by the old man, and the old man often took out the jar to remind himself in order not to forget.

Lu Zhong looked at the rickety body, withered arms, and carefully held the wine jar, this scene was like a carving knife in Lu Zhong's heart, blue yellow spring, never forget!

Lu Zhong hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the jar of wine, and said solemnly: "Grandpa Mo, let's talk while drinking, I will tell you about the experience of these years, but I was talking about it before, and this time Grandpa Mo also talked about how he spent these years." ”

The two of them sat at the door of the library like this, patted open the mud seal of the wine jar, and suddenly the wine was overflowing, mellow and sweet, which shocked the soul, and it was a real immortal brew in the world.

Lu Zhong was not polite, he directly lifted the wine jar and poured a big sip hard, and the spicy taste made Lu Zhong cough violently.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Although Mo Lao's face was still indifferent, he also took a big sip like Lu Zhong, but he didn't do anything after drinking, handed the wine jar to Lu Zhong again, and glanced at Lu Zhong obliquely. Although the emotion is missing, the thoughts and reason are still there, and the memory may be a little vague, but it does not affect the two people who drink together at the moment.

Lu Zhong put down the wine jar, and then slowly told about the many things that have happened over the years. But in fact, he didn't have much experience at all, most of the time, Lu Zhong was asleep, and the only thing that could be regarded as magnificent was death and rebirth, as well as some things in Shaokang Guo later, but in the abyss, Lu Zhong could only be regarded as a spectator at most, not a person who really experienced it.

When Lu Zhong said that he was dead, Mo Lao's originally indifferent face was slightly moved, but his emotions had been deprived of Taishang, and Mo Lao couldn't even feel the emotions of anger and sadness.

"Xiao Lu, it's Grandpa Mo's fault...... If I didn't go down the mountain with you, this wouldn't have happened if I had been with you......" Mo Lao was a little silent, although he blamed himself in his heart, his words were stiff and did not contain any emotions.

"It has nothing to do with Grandpa Mo, this is what I deserve, but I won't give up, there are still many things waiting for me, this time I came back not only to see Grandpa Mo, but also to see if I can find a solution in the library pavilion." Lu Zhong was silent for a few seconds and spoke.

"By the way, how has Grandpa Mo spent all these years? how do you feel......" Lu finally thought of the changes in Mo Lao, and couldn't help asking.

"Not much, as before, guarding this pavilion until the end of life. Mo Lao's cloudy eyes looked into the distance and said nonchalantly.