Mo Jue followed Hu Anping all the way to the grass house at the top of the mountain.

The latter silently pushed open the door of the cottage, glanced at Mo Jue, motioned for him to enter, and then stepped aside.

Mo Jue was puzzled in his heart, but he also understood that it was best not to get to the bottom of it now, so he had to follow the other party's meaning and walked into the grass house.

At this time, it was the middle of the night, and a cold wind blew in through the cracks in the grass house, bringing a touch of coolness to Mo Jue, and the constantly flickering candle flame added a bit of gloomy atmosphere.

As soon as Mo Jue entered the door, he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes looking at him, and his heartbeat slowed down with fright, and after a closer look, he realized that it was Zhang Ziyi.

However, at this time, Zhang Ziyi's face was covered with old age spots, his expression was also listless, and he was still wrapped in a thick quilt, which was very different from the previous image of the old naughty boy.

Zhang Ziyi saw Mo Jue and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you here?"

Mo Jue's heart warmed, and he replied: "Master, it's not a big deal. ”

Zhang Ziyi put his mind at ease and said slowly:

"The mark on the palm of your hand, I found clues in ancient books, named ......"

"Pulse locks. ”

Mo Jue interrupted.

Zhang Ziyi glanced at him in surprise: "How did you know?"

Then Mo Jue told Zhang Ziyi about the things in the dark space.

After Zhang Ziyi listened, he was silent for a while before asking, "Is there a solution?"

Mo Jue shook his head gloomily: "There is no mention of a solution......

Looking at his disciple's gloomy appearance, Zhang Ziyi sighed and said, "That's it, I called you here this time, and I should let you know some things." ”

Mo Jue looked at Zhang Ziyi suspiciously, not understanding the meaning of his words.

saw Zhang Ziyi take a book from the board behind him, and asked while flipping through it:

"Originally, this Cloud Sword Sect should have been selected by a secular deacon and sent here. But this time it's a big deal, do you know why?"

Before Mo could reply, Zhang Ziyi continued to ask himself:

This is because of a prophecy, according to the ancient books of the sect, 10,000 years ago, there was a catastrophe that swept the world, causing the lives to be ruined and the name of life to be lost. ”

While speaking, Zhang Ziyi's hand turning the book paused, and read it word by word.

"As for how this catastrophe was quelled, there are different opinions, and the most widely praised is the immortal in the sky, who died eight out of ten, and it took a great deal of money to quell it. At that time, at the cost of his life, the barbarian leader calculated the heavens and came up with a prophecy......"

When he was in Yangliu Town, Mo Jue loved to listen to these stories, so he listened to them with relish at the moment.

Zhang Ziyi stopped suddenly, looking at him who didn't know what he was thinking, he couldn't help but urge: "What happened later, Master, what happened later?"

Zhang Ziyi came back to his senses and continued:

The prophecy says that in 10,000 years, at this time, in the extreme south, there will be young people who are related to the people of the world to enter the world, accompanied by the extreme cold. For good, it will guard the common people, and for evil, it will bring disaster to the world. When the patriarch of my Sword Palace heard about it, he sent a disciple of the first line to garrison the extreme south and left the ancestral teachings ......"

Mo Jue was stunned for a moment, how could he talk about the ancestral training.

On the other hand, Zhang Ziyi didn't see Mo Jue's reaction at all, and still said there:

"If a disciple of the Sword Palace meets this person, if he is good, he will be supplemented, and if he is evil, he will be killed! The person who prophesied is most likely you, Mo Jue. ”

Hearing this, Mo Jue's first reaction was to believe it, how could it be him.

But that piece of whiteness suddenly flashed in his mind, and he could only retort softly: "Master, this prophecy may not be accurate, right? What's more, this is just an ancient book record......

Before Mo Jue finished speaking, Zhang Ziyi said silently: "The barbarian leader predicted that something had happened, and there was not a single mistake..."

"Uh..."

was blocked by Zhang Ziyi like this, Mo Jue couldn't go on, and he didn't have enough confidence.

Zhang Ziyi turned around, put his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice: "The teacher doesn't know if you are right or evil, but you remember that if one day you are in trouble, the teacher will definitely kill you with his own hands." As a disciple of my Sword Palace, you should hold a three-foot long sword and defend the world, you should remember. Let's go back. ”

Mo Jue was confused by Zhang Ziyi's words, so he immediately saluted her and said goodbye: "Master, take care of your body, and retire." ”

With that, he got up and walked out of the cottage.

Only Zhang Ziyi was left standing in place, the corners of his mouth twitching: "This stinky boy, who I was injured for, don't you really know..."

Outside the grass house, Hu Anping still had a calm face.

Seeing Mo Jue walk out, he stepped forward and said, "Follow me." ”

As he spoke, he summoned the flying sword and stepped forward, and motioned with his eyes for Mo Jue to go up as well.

When Mo Jue stood on the flying sword, Hu Anping pinched a seal in his hand, and the two of them rose to the sky and disappeared into the sky.

A moment later, Hu Anping landed on the iron chain connecting the floating peaks with the ink.

Putting away the flying sword casually, Hu Anping sat on the chain casually, took out the wine gourd from his arms and poured it violently, before he said coldly to Mo Jue: "Do you know why Shizun was injured?"

Mo Jue originally felt that Hu Anping's state was not quite right tonight, but when he heard him ask, he knew in his heart and replied: "I know, because of me." ”

Hu Anping was suddenly choked with anger, and he had nowhere to vent, so he could only take several mouthfuls of hatred, and then exhaled deeply, and then said slowly: "Forget it, I don't blame you." ”

As he spoke, he handed the wine gourd to Mo Jue.

Mo Jue took the gourd, took a sip, and felt the spicy sensation coming from his throat: "Senior brother, can you tell me about the master?"

He is not in a good mood at the moment, and all he thinks about is that sentence: If one day you are a disaster, the teacher will definitely kill you with his own hands.

So there was this question, Hu Anping heard this, glanced at Mo Jue in surprise, and then sank into memory and said:

"When I met Shizun, he was such an old man. I was a little beggar who lived by stealing..."

This memory was for most of the hour, and Mo Jue was about to fall asleep when he heard it.

Only then did Hu Anping react: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally said too much." ”

Mo Jue smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, but senior brother, how do I feel... Master's cultivation..."

The expression on Hu Anping's face froze instantly, and then he said gloomily: "Have you finally found out?" That's right, after all, it's only half a step away from being mortal. ”

As he spoke, Juan paused for a moment and exhaled a breath of turbid air before continuing: "That's right, Master's current cultivation is only the perfection of transformation. ”

In fact, Mo Jue realized the moment he stepped into the grass house, Zhang Ziyi didn't give him a strong feeling, and now he got a positive reply, and he felt a little bad at the moment.

"How so?"

Hearing Mo Jue's exclamation, Hu Anping smiled bitterly and explained:

"More than two hundred years ago, Shizun's cultivation was the top in the world, but unfortunately he encountered the Demon Forest riot, the Demon King was raging everywhere, and the righteous monks were even more killed and injured. ”

Hearing this, Mo Jue frowned slightly, and interrupted: "No, more than two hundred years ago, there should have been a record." ”

Hu Anping laughed mockingly: "Heh, it is precisely because of the heavy casualties of the righteous monks that those sanctimonious hypocrites will erase the memory of this incident at all costs. ”

Mo Jue nodded: "Okay, what about later?"

Hu Anping stretched out his hand in front of Mo Jue, coughed lightly twice, Mo Jue understood, and handed the gourd back to him.

Hu Anping took the gourd, raised his head and drank violently, but only a few drops came out, and turned his head to glare at Mo Jue.

Mo Jue smiled awkwardly: "I accidentally drank a little too much..."

The former smiled and shook his head: "What are you doing..."

As he spoke, the ring in his hand lit up slightly, and a brand-new wine jug appeared in Hu Anping's hand.

Seeing this scene, Mo Jue's eyes lit up: "Senior brother, is this the storage ring?"

Hu Anping nodded slightly and said:

"Back to the point, where did you just talk about? Oh yes, Shizun and the previous generation of Demon Emperors fought a big battle in the depths of the Demon Forest. After this battle, the demon beasts raging everywhere retreated to the demon forest, and it is said that the demon emperor fell. And the master returned with serious injuries. ”

Mo Jue gasped: "Hiss~ Is the master so powerful?"

As Hu Anping spoke, he drank while talking, his face turned red at the moment, he sighed, and said dizzily: "Senior brother, do I need to lie to you? Don't you know, Shizun suffered a Dao injury, and this kind of injury cannot be cured, and he can only rely on the aura he has cultivated to keep warm at all times." As a result, the cultivation of the master has been declining, and now, the Tao is only left to transform the mortal perfection..."

As he spoke, Hu Anping felt sleepy, and his eyes closed and fell straight forward.

However, this is the iron chain connecting the floating peak, and the feet are thousands of feet in the air, so frightened that Mo Jue feels like he is holding Hu Anping's body.

"I... Not drunk... Don't help me..."

Hu Anping was drunk and pushed Mo Jue's hand away.

At this moment, both of them lost their balance and fell straight forward, and the feeling came, and Mo Jue straightened his hand with all his strength, trying to grab the chain.

Mo Jue never expected that he caught the chain, but he was smashed in the face by a wine jug from Hu Anping, who was dancing.

Under the pain, Mo Jue's hand was released.

"Senior brother, you hurt me!"

Mo Jue could only let out a shout, and then closed his eyes in despair.

With his cultivation, he will definitely die if he falls, and he is so cold that he is not saved.

At this moment, Mo Jue felt that his hand was grabbed by the arm that had been thin.

"Are you alright? ”

A familiar voice came, and Mo Jue opened his eyes, only to see Zhang Ziyi's old face looking at him with a smile.

The two arms grabbed Mo Jue on one side and Fan Wenxuan on the other, although his body was thin and thin, Mo Jue felt full of strength at the moment.

"Master...."

Mo Jue called out movingly, but was interrupted by Zhang Ziyi: "Stinky boy, don't you climb up quickly, do you want to tire me to death this old guy..."