Mo Jun walked alone on the streets of Tai'an, feeling heavy.

The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, but Tai'an City is still full of traffic every night.

Rows of red lanterns were pulled up in the Qinglou restaurants on both sides of the street, and girls dressed in flowers leaned against the doors and windows and threw their winks outward, flirting with the guests.

Businessmen set up supper stalls and hung up drunken liquor flags to sell new wine, groups of men in groups of three or five got drunk and boasted of their feelings to others, and urchins with pigtails held a wooden stick and brawled with wild dogs on the streets......

The world is full of all kinds of things here.

Joy, anger and sorrow, I don't know the geometry of life.

It's just that it's all over the place.

Today's night is too peaceful, just like the old and decrepit Lingniang in front of the door, the pommel horse is cold, and the people are walking away from the tea.

And there were gusts of cold and hairy wind blowing all around, and the whistling sound seemed to be like the wailing of the ghosts of hell.

An inexplicable feeling of pathos floated, and Mo Jun looked up at the full moon and sighed heavily.

Xun Wuya originally wanted Mo Jun to stay overnight, but Mo Jun thought that he had no time to delay any longer, and after taking one thing, he would return to Yingzhou again.

The new emperor Wei Shengguang has become more and more ridiculous, and Xun Wuya is already full of hatred and despair about it.

But Xun Wuya told Mo Jun that he would always stay in Tai'an, in the court, until that day really happened.

Mo Jun knew in his heart what the day Xun Wuya was referring to, but Mo Jun knew better, if there was really that day, Xun Wuya would be no longer there.

He smiled helplessly, and said in his heart that their father and son were indeed very similar, like a fool.

He finally understood why Xun Wuya didn't let Xun Yu enter the official career.

Xun Wuya said to him with a smile: "Knowing a son is not as good as a father, I know very well what kind of person my son Yuzhan is." Therefore, I don't want to let this flood beast of Tai'an pollute swallow his sincere heart, he will never be able to hold on in such a place. Therefore, let Yuzhan be a rich young master in the rivers and lakes and live safely. ”

Mo Jun pondered for a moment and retorted: "Ling Jun, maybe you really don't know Xun Gongzi. ”

Xun Wuya was noncommittal, but shook his head lightly, and replied like this: "Xiaojun...... You can accuse me of wishful thinking for Yu Zhan, but ...... You can't misinterpret a father's mind. ”

Mo Jun was silent at that time.

After hesitating for a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "But Xun Gongzi is not as safe as you think in Xunmen. ”

"I know that, too. Xun Wuya smiled bitterly and said gloomily: "People in the rivers and lakes, martial arts and light literature, since I abandoned martial arts and entered the court, although my reputation is even worse, but Xunmen is no longer under my control, after all, that piece of rivers and lakes is also a bottomless place! I don't intend to let Yuzhan fight for something, but there will always be people in this world who will misinterpret your mind, so I have asked Dingshan to take care of Yuzhan and Wushuang. ”

Mo Jun was speechless.

And Xun Wuya squeezed out a playful smile at that time, and he said in a teasing tone: "I also want to ask you, Xiaojun, if something really happens to Xunmen, for the sake of our friendship for more than two years, ...... for me."

"Jiren has his own natural appearance, so you don't have to worry too much. If something really happens, the juniors will definitely do their best to help!" Mo Jun hurriedly interrupted.

Xun Wuya stared at Mo Jun for a long time and sighed softly.

Mo Jun said goodbye to Xun Wuya, bowed his head and walked out of Xun Mansion silently.

His heart was very uncomfortable, he always felt that there was something blocked in his chest, and he was dull and uncomfortable, but he had nowhere to vent, so he had to swallow it in his stomach.

When I came back to my senses, it was already night.

It is also a matter of matter and a person.

Mo Jun returned to the small courtyard where he once lived, and stopped in front of the door.

There was a large seal on the door, and he stretched out his hand, and as he was about to push it open, his brow furrowed.

He returned to Beijing this time, firstly, to see Xun Wuya, and secondly, to get the same thing.

That kind of thing is the Heavenly Heart Seal.

On the night of the mutiny, Mo Jun had heard Li Mujun say that King Fudong Ming personally appeared to look for the Tianxin Seal, but he still didn't find it, so he planned to hold himself hostage to exchange with Gongzi.

Mo Jun didn't pay much attention to it when he heard it, he had long expected that this thing was very important, and the King of Immovable Ming would never give up.

It's just that when he thought about it later, Mo Jun suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the king of the Ming Dynasty ...... Why do you know where your home is?

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Jun was suddenly startled, and he remembered that on the night of Tianji's death, he was stunned by Qin Luo's drug, and when he woke up, he was already lying at home, who sent him back that day?

Mo Jun's outstretched palm suddenly trembled, and he closed his palm into a fist and slowly retracted it.

He instinctively smelled something unusual, so he decided not to go through the main door.

The figure moved, climbed over the low wall in the backyard, and landed lightly.

Then Mo Jun narrowed his eyes and began to look around at the small courtyard where he lived.

He is now bearing the name of a traitor, this place has long been seized by the imperial court, and it stands to reason that it should have been uninhabited for a long time, but there seem to be traces of someone staying in the courtyard.

It seems that the immovable king still refuses to give up!

Mo Jun sneered, and said in his heart, how could what he hid be easily discovered by others?

He crept around like a thief, and when he made sure that there was no one in the courtyard, he went into the room and took a closer look.

The house had been emptied, and it seemed that there was nothing left for him.

Mo Jun walked to a wall, blew the dust on the wall, and then took out the snow from the box on his back, and the silver-white sword light burst out, illuminating this pitch-black scene.

Then he swung it hard, and the aura rippled at that moment, and the whole room began to tremble.

With this burst of trembling, a square brick protruded from a three-person high wall, and Mo Jun's long sword was raised, picking it off and taking it firmly in his hand.

Then his mind moved, and the square stone brick in his hand exploded, and the mud brick peeled off on the surface, revealing a square jade the size of a palm. And the moment this jade touched Mo Jun, the surface began to glow with a slight fluctuating streamer, like the yin and yang jade.

Mo Jun smiled slightly, blew off the missing mud and dust on the surface of the jade, carefully placed it into the mezzanine of the sword box, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Luckily, it's still there.

After doing all this, Mo Jun stretched and rolled over from the low wall again. Before leaving, there was a sudden sadness between his eyebrows, he turned his head and took a deep look at the already dilapidated Mo family's courtyard, lowered the brim of his hat, and turned around and disappeared into the thick Tai'an night.

The wind was still blowing, but it was blowing more and more fiercely.

Mo Jun instinctively smelled something unusual, but he couldn't say why.

At this moment, there is not a single pedestrian to be seen on the street, and the people's fear of the night seems to have reached a point of no return. The property market on both sides of the road has also closed early, and only the backyards of some well-known green buildings can still be seen in the warm light.

The chill hit.

Mo Jun was excited, he raised his head suddenly, and his pupils suddenly dilated at that time.

I saw a white figure floating from the direction of the palace, the hem of the white robe was extremely long, fluttering, like a fairy's feather robe, and the white shadow could not see whether it was a man or a woman, but looking at its posture, it was like a ghost fluttering, as if walking in the wind.

The two faced each other from a distance, and apparently, the other party had also spotted him.

The man in white was stunned for a moment, then stared at Mo Jun for a long time, and then drifted away in a different direction as if nothing had happened.

"Wait a minute!" But Mo Jun could feel that the other party seemed to laugh, this smile was unusual, he gritted his teeth and chased after the white shadow.

Feeling the chilling breath behind him, the white shadow was stunned for a moment, and immediately stopped.

And Mo Jun also stopped at that time, kept a distance from the other party, and looked at him vigilantly.

"I can feel it, you're strong, but what are you chasing me for?" the man in white suddenly asked.

Mo Jun said in a deep voice: "Then what are you laughing at?"

"I'm just laughing, I can't imagine that there are such hidden characters in Tai'an, I can't help but look at it a few more times, after all, ...... Isn't that the one you're using on your face is a disguise technique?"

"Who are you!" Mo Jun was shocked, his aura condensed, and he looked like he was facing a great enemy.

The man in white slowly turned his head, and his smile intensified.

And when Mo Jun saw his appearance, he was stunned, and he lost his voice and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"Huh, do you know You?" the man in white widened his eyes, and suddenly ran towards Mo Jun with curiosity, and then stretched out his hand and stroked his face, and the appearance suddenly changed into another face.

It was a more sedate and dignified man.

The man in white imitated the man's tone and asked, "Then you, do you recognize me?"

"Who are you!" Mo Jun became furious for a moment, his heart moved, and the snow on his back suddenly came out of the sheath and flew into his hands.

This person, something is so wrong!

Not to mention recognizing the disguise technique on his face at a glance, and he could easily change his appearance in the blink of an eye, Mo Jun clearly remembered that Qin Luofu had told him that day that the disguise technique was an extremely difficult secret technique to master, even if it was in the Yulin Bell Gate, not many people could learn it. And when the spell is performed, it takes the mind and time, and at most it is just a change in appearance.

And the man in white in front of him is so easy, not only his appearance, but also his figure has become the same, and the person standing in front of him seems to be really the living person.

But Mo Jun knew that this person died in his arms.

"It seems that you also recognize Zhao, then I'm even more curious......" The man in white laughed, and floated forward a few more steps, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You, who are you?"

"You don't deserve to insult Your Majesty and Your Highness like this!" Mo Jun shouted, and the silver light of the snow treading sword appeared, and he attacked the man in white directly.

Like a hibiscus out of the water, it blooms in the night.