The summons of the Phantom Sky Sect came with the news that several bigwigs of the sect on the Zhao State side had a big fight, causing the seal that should have been repaired to be opened a few more openings.

Among them, Wu Zidao and Qiu Shanhai were the first to strike.

Outsiders don't know, and the summons doesn't say anything, but Mo Wunian generally feels that this may be the beginning of the Qingzhou Incident.

Glancing at Murong Xiu, he felt that if it was possible, he wanted her to stay in the Taoist temple for hundreds of years without going out.

But...... This is obviously impossible, as long as you are in Qingzhou, no matter where you are, what your identity is, from the big people of the cultivation sect to the beggars sleeping on the streets of the mortal world, you can't avoid it.

The smell of conspiracy theories is getting stronger, and everything happens so naturally, but not naturally.

……

Liu Dewang went and returned quickly, but he turned back in half an hour.

He took out a table from his storage bag, took out a dozen or so dishes, put them on top, and said, "Alas! There is a restaurant not far from here, but this dish is too expensive!"

There were eleven dishes in total, but it cost him dozens of taels of silver.

Although to him as a monk, the silver was nothing.

But it is not difficult to see that the more chaotic the world is, the more the human heart cannot stand the test! Whether you are a mortal or a monk.

The usual integrity and morality are not as real as the full money bag, and the mouth full of demons is not as safe as life.

Liu Dewang took out two more small jars of wine, lifted the lid, and faintly had some rice fragrance, and the smell of wine wafted in the Taoist temple. He took out three more bowls and filled them to the brim.

Mo Wunian made a gesture at one of the bowl hands, and the bowl flew into his hand.

He took a sip and said, "But it's average." ”。

He was indeed in a bad mood, and he wanted Liu Dewang to bring back the wine, but he also had the intention of using the wine to kill his sorrows, and he suddenly remembered that he was not an ordinary mortal, and ordinary wine would not make him feel drunk......

"I think it's good. At some point, Murong Xiu also picked up a bowl and took a sip, unlike any kind of spirit wine she had drunk before, it was light and tasteless.

But because it is light, everything seems so real, just like a person's undisturbed life.

Perhaps, it's just that anyone will have some wonderful feelings about new things at the beginning, just like Murong Xiu, who doesn't eat the fireworks in the world, will also feel strange when he drinks cheap turbid wine in the world.

Bang bang bang!

Outside the Taoist temple, the rain began to rain again with the sound of the wind whistling, just like Mo Wunian's mood at this time, the ups and downs could never be calmed down.

The sound of the rain was not very loud, but he felt annoyed when he listened to it, he walked out with his sword, and a black sword qi slashed through the sky, scattering the long-accumulated ink clouds, like a wind and remnant clouds, and swept away all the rain in the sky over a radius of hundreds of miles of the Taoist temple.

But soon, the ink clouds swept in again, and the disturbing raindrops followed.

"It's just a rain, and it's annoying, but it's good to let it fall. It's when the rain finally stops......" Murong Xiu had not yet made his debut, and a cold voice floated into Mo Wunian's ears.

"I don't like the rain that comes without warning. It's like the sudden occurrence of an event, so that people don't know anything. Mo Wunian said, and had already walked back to the Taoist temple.

He was wet with rain again, and the rain slowly slid down his cheeks, and he didn't seem to know it.

Murong Xiu knew why he was upset, but it was just an accident...... Even if the sky in Qingzhou is about to fall, there will be big people to resist.

But these things are not for them to consider.

"You are not allowed to go out of this temple until the rain really stops. Mo Wunian looked at Murong Xiu and said lightly, but there was an undoubted feeling.

Because there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes, which was an emotion he would hardly show.

As he used to say, he never did anything meaningless, and it can be understood that he would not do the same thing twice.

But he said the same thing to her twice.

"The same polite words, I don't hear anything new. Murong Xiu was still drinking rice wine as light as water, and he didn't look at him and replied coldly.

"Then I won't go out and listen to you say some polite words. After a long time, she said again.

Mo Wunian felt that time seemed to freeze, and the rain outside was not so annoying, he looked at her, and his long, narrow and good-looking eyes were full of serious colors.

A few simple questions and answers, the parties will not feel anything, but outsiders will always sound a little inappropriate.

It seems that Liu Dewang, who is still eating wine and food on the side, is very comfortable, but he can't listen to it at all, he always feels that he has heard something that he shouldn't hear.

This feeling is like before he practiced, when he was planting rice for the landlord Wang's house in the village, he would always see the landlord Wang's private meeting with Mr. Li's wife in the uninhabited field.

He himself felt that the analogy was inappropriate, but the mood of the two different situations was not much different.

Especially whether it is Wu Mu or Murong Xiu, he thinks that their tempers are not very good, and now it sounds nothing, but he is very afraid of settling accounts after the autumn.

Therefore, he ate and drank faster, for fear that someone would rob him the same, and in the end it was no different from gobbling up.

He wanted to pretend that he didn't know anything, that he hadn't heard anything.

In fact, there is nothing more than this to cover your ears and steal the bell......

……

On an official road in Yan Kingdom, several sweaty horses were pulling a carriage to the Taoist temple where Mo Wunian was, and next to them were a group of people riding horses in the muddy ground.

The rain was not very heavy, but because it had been raining for a long time, the road was unusually muddy, and the group walked very slowly on the official road.

"Wu Zi, how far is it?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the carriage, a little tired and worried.

I don't know if he was worried that the rain wouldn't stop, or if it was something else.

"My lord is not far away! there are still a few miles to come!" said a young man closest to the carriage, quickly dismounted from his horse and leaned into the carriage.

"Oh, ......," the man in the carriage sighed and said, "Come up too, your father has been with me all his life, and you are an only son......

When he said the word "only son", he sighed for a long time, as if he was infinitely melancholy.

"No need, birth, old age, sickness and death are common, and my father has no regrets when he leaves......! Young Master Wunian has worried you!" the young man said, sighing as well.

"It's been seven years!" the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man with gray temples leaned out and looked at the misty and rainy scenery in the distance.

He is Mo Zhishan, and it has been seven summers and colds since Mo Wunian left. Compared with the previous years, it was only a few years, his face looked much older, and his body was slightly rickety.

And when it snowed for the first time the year before last, the old Liu Tou, who had been following him, also passed away, and the young man named Wu Zi next to him was his son.

When there was a change in the capital of Zhao State, he and a cadre of royal family and ministers were taken to Yan Kingdom by Zhou Deming.

He is the first-class minister of Zhao State, so he naturally knows more things that ordinary people don't know, and he knows that this change may not be inevitable in the entire Qingzhou.

But what about him...... The first thing to consider was not himself, but Mo Wunian, who knew that his son might also be running for Zhao and even Qingzhou.

But people are always selfish, what about everyone, such as the country? Sometimes they are worthless in front of a small family!

He has also worked for Zhao Guo all his life, not to mention his dedication, but he is also conscientious, but now Zhao Guo or Qingzhou is not as important as his small family.

It was also the first time that he felt that cultivating immortals and immortality ...... Words like these made him very uncomfortable.

What about immortality?

Just a few days ago, he heard that there were immortals haunting the ancient ferry of the Changhe River, and despite the fatigue of the boats and cars, he brought all his family wealth just to find out his whereabouts.

"Master, let's go back!" Wu Zi looked at the carriage stuck in the muddy ground, but sighed again and again, and a few sweaty horses couldn't pull it even if they were full of strength.

A group of men tried to drag the carriage down, but it remained motionless except for numerous falls in the mud.

"Horsepower is like this, let alone manpower?"

After Mo Zhishan said a word to them, he slowly got down from the carriage, ignoring the mud of the road and the rain on his clothes, and continued to walk forward.

His posture is obviously a little rickety, but at the moment he is extremely upright, and every step that seems to be a weak step is also very steady, and a pair of eyes that have been dyed a little cloudy are also unprecedentedly clear.