As the old saying goes, blessings and disasters do not go alone. Human beings are nothing more than that. There are often one or two good things, but bad things will always come one after another.

The tiger guy also wanted to ask Linghu Changkong about the origin, and a person led a little novice to run over.

Mo Ming recognized this little novice as a miscellaneous monk of Hanshan Temple. He couldn't help frowning, quite curious, why this little novice suddenly came to Tianshui Villa, and lost his soul like this.

Seeing that the young owner was with the two seniors, the man saluted, and then did not speak. As soon as the little novice saw Mo Ming, tears welled up in his eyes in an instant, and he threw himself straight in front of Mo Ming and knelt down.

This shocked Mo Ming and the others, and the little novice also cried thunderously, and kept babbling that Mo Gongzi finally saw you.

Mo Ming immediately helped Xiao Shami up and asked why.

Xiao Shami forcibly calmed down and stopped crying, but he didn't expect that the things he came here to report couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Seeing that he was about to kneel down again, Mo Ming used a slight force to hold him.

Everyone went to the stone pavilion on the side and sat down, this stone pavilion was also dilapidated, but it could still be used after all.

Without waiting for inquiry, Xiao Shami shouted out the matter with a crying voice, and heard him say: "Young Master Mo, elder, two elders, go west!"

When the words fell, the little novice could hardly be suppressed and howled again.

Among the crowd, except for Ying Ruge, Ren is Mo Ming, Jian Lao, and Tiger Guy are all wide-eyed and can't believe it.

Elders, two elders?

The elder in the mouth of the little novice doesn't need to think about it, it must be two old monks without sea and without consciousness.

Mo Ming has often gone to Hanshan Temple since he was a child, and he is grateful for how the two old monks treat him. How are the two old monks cultivating? Mo Ming didn't dare to assert, but no matter what, it was impossible that he hadn't stepped into Hongmeng. As for whether the tribulation has passed, Mo Ming doesn't know.

Above Hongmeng, he is already a dragon and phoenix among people, how easy is it to kill him?

What kind of terrible person is a person who can kill a master above Hongmeng?

If Mo Sang can do it, can Zhong Xihou do it?

If it was Zhongxihou, it would be impossible, Zhongxihou didn't have that effort, and he didn't have that reason.

Then Mo Ming thought of someone, he didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help but not want to. The person he was thinking of was his cousin, Zhu Jiannan.

I have been a sibling for 24 years, why do I want to kill myself?

Mo Ming thought so, and he didn't think badly. The two old monks of Wuhai and Wujue died, and on the night of the moon every month, the vitality of his ink tea was also a little less.

Then Mo Ming couldn't help frowning, the night of the moonless, isn't it tonight?

Jian Lao guessed Mo Ming's thoughts, patted Mo Ming's shoulder gently, and said, "Xiao Xuandi, don't leave Zhuangzi tonight." ”

Mo Ming also understood what Jian Lao meant, he frowned and asked, "But Jian Lao, your body?"

When Jian Lao heard that this little doll didn't worry about what happened to him, but he cared about him, a bad old man, he couldn't help laughing, and he was very pleased.

"Old man, his ability has decreased, and he still has some ability. Once or twice, what's there to be afraid of?"

The little novice was arranged, and the sword elder and the tiger guy also said that they had something to do and left.

In the dilapidated stone pavilion, only Mo Ming and Ying Ruge were left, Mo Ming pondered for a while, and then asked: "Changkong, you are an immortal cultivator, and you know too many strange things." I ask you for my brother, but once a month, someone's temperament has changed greatly?"

Ying Ruge thought about it for a while, and then he thought of a person, this person was in line with what Mo Ming said, but he couldn't open his mouth. What he thought of was Qin Yue'er.

Qin Yue'er will also have a one-time love change in January, which is as short as three or four days and as long as six or seven days. Later, he knew the reason, every month when a woman becomes popular, her temperament will change greatly, even if she is like Qin Yue'er, it is no exception.

Mo Ming looked at Ying Ruge's strange face, and couldn't help but feel funny, and asked, "Did you think of it?"

Ying Ruge was a little embarrassed, and then asked: "Brother asked about the woman's monthly ······"

When Mo Ming heard this, she was stunned, and then laughed. He thought it was funny, was his Anda brain simple, or was it something else? But then he thought about his wife Yin Li, there was no difference in front of outsiders, but in front of him, it seemed to be the same.

Ying Ruge thought about it, changed the topic, and said: "I heard that there are people in the West who turn into wolves on the night of the full moon. There are bones in the east, and the moon is free on a night incarnated as a beautiful queen. ”

"Is it a moonless night?"

When I heard the song, I couldn't help but remember that tonight seemed to be a moonless night. Without Yue'er and Kui Timber Wolf by his side, he was really careless and didn't remember the day. Then he can't stay in the Mo family today, he doesn't dare to say, what will happen if he goes crazy.

"Brother, this is?"

Mo Ming looked at Ying Ruge, her eyes were gentle, and she listened to him: "If you tell you a secret for your brother, you may be tight-lipped?"

Ying Ruge knew this secret, but pretended not to know, and nodded.

"The people of my Mo family are extremely talented, and every generation of sword masters are proud of the world, and few people are right. It is also the same, although the power of my Mo family is weak, it can survive for 800 years. But when it came to the generation of brothers, they insulted the face of their ancestors. Although he is called a young talent by the people of the rivers and lakes, compared with the ancestors of the Mo family, his qualifications are worrying. If that's the case, that's it, every month there is no night, but you will get crazy like a madman, and you like to fight. ”

Mo Ming paused, he looked at Yingruge, but Yingruge's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not surprised.

"Compared with his peers, being a brother is not boastful, and his self-cultivation is not bad. Naturally, it is not as good as the sky for you. Mo Ming said this, a little ashamed, but also self-deprecating, he continued, "But on a moonless night, my brother's skills are comparable to those of a master in the Hongmeng Realm, and I can fight with my father for a stick of incense. ”

Haunting Ruge knows that feeling, that feeling of power. He didn't know how it felt before, only that he woke up the next day with a sore body. But since I practiced the Yin and Yang Strategy, I know the reason. But he couldn't say why.

"This should be a good thing, but helplessly, that cultivation is not your own after all, and the disadvantages cannot be ignored. ”

He stretched out his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, and saw some folds in the skin on his wrist.

Seeing that Yingruge's expression remained unchanged, Mo Ming felt interesting, and he continued: "This is also good, there was a time when I woke up the next day and was like this. I'm afraid that if that kind of cultivation is in the body, this skin can't bear it, so it will be like this. But for some reason, I left this pleat last month, but it made me grow a lot longer, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad. ”

Ying Ruge understood the reason, but she still couldn't tell Mo Ming, so she had to change the topic and ask, "How does that brother spend the night of the moon every month?"

Hearing this question, Mo Ming couldn't help but sigh, and then said: "At this time of the month, in the meditation room of Hanshan Temple, I listen to the lectures of the two masters, Wuhai and Wujue. The same is true, although people are drowsy, they also ensure that their temperament remains the same, and naturally, they don't have that cultivation anymore. ”

Mo Ming's eyes rolled, her brows furrowed slightly, and she continued: "But for some reason, when I woke up last month, I had such an extra fold on my hand. I don't know if someone disturbed me and cut off the lectures of the two masters, Wuhai and Wujue. ”

"Tonight, then?"

Mo Ming smiled bitterly, and then said, "I'm afraid it's because of this that the two masters lost their lives." The sins of this life have been added to two great strokes. Tonight, I'm afraid that the old sword will take action and teach me a hard lesson, so that I can be more settled. ”

"It's better for Changkong to accompany my brother tonight. ”

Mo Ming was not surprised, although he didn't know the origin of Linghu Changkong, but it was such an intuition that made him feel that Linghu Changkong would not harm him. There is no reason, and it is not clear what to say. Soaring Chinese

Then Mo Ming went to preside over the aftermath, and Ying Ruge ran to the kitchen to find a pot of wine, and then ran to a higher mountain peak to sit alone and drink. He regretted it a little, regretting why he said that he would accompany Mo Ming tonight. If you can't restrain yourself, I don't know if the two of you will go crazy at night, and they will toss each other until dawn.

It's already open, so it's hard to think about it anymore.

Looking down from here, the entire Moxian County is as small as the sand table swinging by the fat man in the Duobao Pavilion.

There is a steamed bun shop in that place, and the most delicious is the mutton filling.

There is a blacksmith shop in that place, but the strange thing is that there is a swordsmith hanging in this blacksmith shop, but the old master will not give you a weapon.

That place is a flower building, and I don't know how many sons and daughters have opened meat here and there.

That place is a restaurant, the last time I and Kui Wood Wolf were still drinking there, to tell the truth, the taste of bamboo leaves is not very good.

Ying Ruge looked at it from place to place, and he looked at this small county that had accommodated the Mo family for eight hundred years.

If he was the child who stayed, perhaps his childhood would not have been teasing monkeys in the mountains and catching turtles in the river. Maybe he was wandering the streets of this Mo County with a few playmates all day long. When he was tired and hungry, he would go back to Tianshui Villa, and at the foot of the mountain, he would lie that he was tired and ask the servants to carry him up the mountain.

Somehow, this kind of naughty behavior will be quite funny for Lingering Song. Maybe when he gets a few years older, he will also linger in the tavern flower room with his fox friends and dogs, and become what people call it.

Like a gentleman, singing every night, I don't know if it's fast.

He thought of the young master of the Mo family, and couldn't help but shake his head at what he had thought before. If the child left behind was himself, he couldn't be sure if Mo Ming would become Mo Ming, the only thing he could be sure of was that he would have to become Mo Ming.

Haunting Ruge thinks about it like this, and the fugue is too empty.

thought of the scenes of the young falling flowers, the beautiful girl's ugly father being strict and spoiling on herself.

Thinking of Yan Xiao accepting himself as an apprentice and leading him to step into the cultivation of immortals, the subsequent process was like purgatory.

Thinking of the twilight building, he met Qin Yue'er, met Leng Buyu, met Jun Wuxi, met Nangong Ziwen, and met Cassia Zi. The ideas are different, and there are occasional fists and feet, but they are also happy, and they are really happy.

Thinking of the incarnation of Linghu Changkong urging a thousand swords, snatching people's spirit swords, and being happy to take revenge.

Thinking of Liu Sanqing's death, thinking of Shizun sealing his own cultivation.

also thought of this, Yingru Song was awakened, and he couldn't help sweating on his back. Liu Sanqing's shadow appeared in his mind again, from being dressed in white to being bloodstained. From suave to terrifying.

Look at the sky again, it is getting dark. There was a point of light shining, and Ying Ruge looked up at the point of light, and the point of light got closer and closer. When it got closer, it was just a light, a white light that pierced the dark sky.

The sky behind the white light, it was clear just now, and in an instant it was covered with dark clouds, among which there were occasional bright yellow shining, followed by thunder. Ying Ruge also smiled slightly bitterly, looking at this posture, is it really another monster about to break through?

It's really unfair, if your cultivation is not sealed by the master, at this time, you can also enter that realm. But it's also interesting to think about it, in the past, the cultivation of the Heavenly Tribulation only came out of one or two in more than ten years. And these days, Jinling or Moxian County, haunting like a song, I have seen the vision of heaven and earth three or four times. If the Kui Wood Wolf's forcible urging karma is included, then it should really be the five products of Hongmeng, such as green vegetables and radish.

It's a pity, it's a pity, my own pork, but it hasn't become that green vegetable radish.

It's too late to pay attention to whether it is the normal weather of heaven and earth, or the anomaly caused by human catastrophe. The white light from before was closer, and the speed of the shot did not decrease at all, and the haunting song instinctively dodged and narrowly avoided it.

The white light flashed to the side when he saw Yingruge, and he immediately turned the angle and ran towards Yingruge again. As soon as he saw such a scene, he didn't know where this white light came from, so he used his body to avoid it again.

The white light had no time to turn back this time, and it was about to hit the stone wall with another gap, and at this time, a white shadow flew out of the body of the haunting Ruge and jumped towards the white light.

Looking at Yingruge, the white shadow was the Liu Sanqing he was thinking about before.

Liu Sanqing was shot by the white light, and roared in pain in an instant. Seeing this, Ying Ruge wanted to recall Liu Sanqing, no matter how he urged the method, it didn't work.

Just as Yingru Song wanted to urge the immortal energy, he heard a weak voice, and it was Liu Sanqing who came out.

"Ruge, don't come here!"

Looking at Liu Sanqing again, he still looked painful, but he opened his mouth, and he didn't dare to make any more moves. It took nearly half an hour like this before it gradually eased.

Seeing that Liu Sanqing seemed to be fine, Ying Ruge looked dazed and asked, "Sanqing, is your soul and body safe?"

Liu Sanqing looked at Ying Ruge, his eyes were still pure white, without a little black, he smiled, smiled bitterly, and smiled helplessly.

"Like a song, like a song, you are an immortal cultivator in vain, and this kind of immortal fate comes to you, and you avoid it again and again. ”

When I heard the song, I didn't know why, so I had to close my eyes and feel it carefully. Sure enough, what jumped into Liu Sanqing's body was really a fairy fate.

Missing such an opportunity, Ying Ruge did not feel regretful, he asked: "Sanqing, do you feel that there is any change?"

Liu Sanqing was not surprised, there was no regret in the tone of Ruge, he closed his eyes and felt it again, and then said: "Ruge, when you really cross the threshold of cultivating immortals, I may be able to ascend to heaven and turn into meditation." ”

When I heard the song, I was overjoyed, but then I couldn't help frowning.

What does it mean to really cross the threshold of cultivating immortals? Is it to step into the realm of the few colors in the world, or to be above the level of the color nothing?

Seeing the doubts of Haunting Ruge, Liu Sanqing explained: "The so-called color nothing in the world can be regarded as really taking that step, color is nothing but the foundation of immortals, and only Jindan can be regarded as entering the Tao." ”

Yingruge understands it, practicing qi, building a foundation, and Jindan, that Jindan is unnamed in the world, and he thinks that he has become a Jindan guest, and he no longer belongs to the world.

"Perhaps, if you practice in the future, you will definitely be able to enter that avenue. ”

Liu Sanqing nodded, seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, the dark clouds in the original sky didn't know if it was dark, it was difficult to distinguish, or it had dissipated, and it had nothing to do with the two of them, so he didn't care much.

He spoke again and said, "Like a song, there is no moon tonight, are you willing to try?"

Yingruge also understands what Liu Sanqing said, on a moonless night, not only Mo Ming, but also his Yingruge will also be cultivated, which is extremely terrifying. But the change that lingers like a song is not in martial arts, but in immortal energy. If he is immortal, he may be able to try and restart "Yin and Yang Strategy".

Everyone in the world thinks that the ghost master of the Dusk Cold Building alone can be used as a weapon to destroy the city, that makes the fox Changkong the sword destroyer, and the ghost master is ridiculously said to be the city destroyer.

What people don't know is that Lingering Ruge mastered a university, which can make hundreds of ghosts, is to control ghosts.

The root of controlling ghosts is this "Yin and Yang Policy".

Yan Xiao was angry in the past and sealed the cultivation of Yingru Song, mainly to seal his ghost path talent, and the ordinary martial arts cultivation was sealed, but it was only incidental, which was not Yan Xiao's original intention.

Thinking that he could unseal the Yin and Yang Strategy, Ying Ruge couldn't help but be overjoyed, although his cultivation had not made progress over the years, he obviously felt that the accumulation of Qi Yuan and Immortal Roots had not stagnated. If the Yin and Yang Strategy is restarted today, I don't know if the martial arts cultivation is the same as the immortal Dao cultivation, and whether it will be able to break through the realm one step ahead of the past.

After all, the sky was dark, and in the dark night, on the territory of the Daye Empire, there was still white light that pierced the night and shot down one after another. As for where these white lights fall, and who got the chance, it is impossible to verify them one by one.

And those who have won the fairy fate are either ordinary or famous. After the moonless night, the legend about them will definitely be opened or continued. As for their legends, let others be storytellers and comment.