Chapter 14 Memories

Mo Shoucheng opened his eyes wide. At the moment when he felt the temperature of the sea, he just wanted to laugh at himself: How could he give such an important drop of water at this time... If he had known this, he would have simply not spoken.

But many things in the world are so clever and bizarre. At this time, the old dragon king finally broke free from the monster's entanglement and flew to catch the Sikonglan pushed by Mo Shoucheng to him, but he could only watch Mo Shoucheng under his nose, stirring up a wave, and then disappeared in a black ocean.

Mo Shoucheng, who grew up in Qingyun Mountain, is of course a dry duck.

Although there are spring streams in the mountains, they are used to irrigate fields for eating and drinking, not for playing. What's more, for Mo Shoucheng, there is no time to play with water.

At the moment he fell into the deep sea, he choked several mouthfuls of water and struggled hard twice, but he was completely out of control. So his consciousness gradually moved away from him. Even if he tried to open his eyes, the surroundings were still turbid, except for the dark.

I didn't expect... I drowned in the end.

Isn't it too ridiculous to drown as a true person? If the master knew about this, he would definitely be sad.

But the magician... What will the magician say?

With his last consciousness, Mo Shoucheng recalled the bits and pieces of his relationship with the magician, trying to guess the magician's reaction when he heard the news of his death.

This feeling is very wonderful. He is not afraid of death at all, and he is thinking about such a messy thing.

But it was not until this time that Mo Shoucheng found that he had no resentment for the demon sect, at least the magician. There is even some respect to some extent.

Maybe it's because even the magician... is his own teacher.

"The world is lying."

"Do not kill, do not steal, do not deceive, do not **, all these are lies and lies."

"Because most people have no strength, no opportunity to practice, no talent to practice, just the weak. I don't want to be killed or stolen, so I protect my weak self with lies such as justice and ethics.

"What's wrong with the law of the jungle? What's wrong with being casual? What etiquette, common sense and morality are all bullshit! Keep in mind - people are not equal!"

"Swallow, seize, guard, kill, destroy... You just need to choose the path you like. As for what others think and how to evaluate, whether it is ordinary people in the secular Tao or many practitioners in the immortal and demon Tao, you all regard it as bullshit!"

"For me, the law of the jungle in this world is the truth! Doing whatever you want is the truth!"

"And being honest with you, what is the truth for you? If you can't understand this, it will be difficult for you to make progress in practice.

In a trance, Mo Shoucheng seemed to hear someone's voice. This voice sounds so familiar, so rebellious, and cynical.

Mo Shoucheng wants to open his eyes. He wants to open his eyes to see if the owner of this voice is still the same. Whether the magician is still as in his memory, sitting in the small stream bamboo pavilion, dressed in white and gently playing with the strings. Whether he still stared at himself with that usual indifferent expression, even if he was secretly concerned in the depths of his pupils.

But he can't open his eyes and move.

Is it that I'm dead? This idea finally woke up the almost numb head. However, I still don't feel anything, as if I am in nothingness, and I can't feel any touch from the outside world.

What's wrong with me? Is it possible that people are dead in this state? He still couldn't open his eyes and couldn't control the movement of a little finger. Although he was awake, he felt that it was no different from death. He tried to run the moon-catching formula, tried to touch Yuanying, and finally tried to release his spiritual knowledge to explore, but it didn't help.

"You'd better not act rashly." At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded clearly from the darkness, disrupting Mo Shoucheng's mood.

Who is this voice? Is it bull's head and horse noodles?

"Don't worry, don't think nonsense. You're not dead." The source of the voice seemed to be guessed by Mo Shoucheng's mind. The voice is a little hoarse and tired, but it is a little difficult to see through the world: "It's just that you need to rest. So don't think about anything else. Have a good rest first. When the time comes, I will naturally let you out.

Who the hell are you! And I, where am I now?

The voice did not guess these questions and shouts in Mo Shoucheng's heart. Of course, he may also be unwilling to answer. Only after a moment of silence, he finally said again, "And, there is something I want to ask you."

Then the sound disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

After waiting quietly for a long time and finally confirming that the voice would not speak again, Mo Shoucheng could only accept the reality helplessly. Although he actually doesn't understand anything, at present, it is enough to make sure that he is still alive.

What is happier than living? After figuring out this section, Mo Shoucheng immediately adjusted his mood - in fact, he has always been like this.

However, at this time, he couldn't help thinking about it. Before, why did I think of the magician in a daze? Think of his words, his appearance, and his behavior?

Why did the Fuming magician, who is known as the head of the three true heavens of the Demon Gate, never resent him at all? His home, Mojiazhuang, was destroyed by the old devil in the devil's road, and his life has been changed since then. Throwing into the magic door is the most dangerous move. He even boldly worshipped Mozi under his real name without using a nickname. And to throw himself into the devil's door, one is to avoid the urgent ancestor, and the other is to find the urgent ancestor.

It was at that time that I met the Fuming magician.

The practitioner of the Heshen period put him under his family and used his great magic power to lay a deep foundation for his practice while he was still young and had not yet lost his mind. In the following years, while teaching him to read and write, he found all kinds of natural resources and treasures, refined his body with secret methods, expanded the meridians and rewashed the essence, so that he could be said to be invulnerable from now on.

It was also in these years that he finally carefully inquired about the news of his ancestor. The devil somehow was sealed by the practitioners of Qingyun Taoist Gate since he destroyed Mojiazhuang.

It was at this time that Fu Ming's demon master summoned him and ordered him to do things. And he still remembers that scene clearly.

"You clean up and go out with me."

That day, I just soaked my body in the medicine basin and completed the last step of expanding my medulla. As soon as he put on his clothes, he was summoned by Fu Ming Magician.

"Yes...but do you know what to do this time? Well, well, I will be ready." At that time, I thought that there were all moody people in the demon gate, and because I followed Fu Ming magic master all year round, I was used to the deeds of some practitioners - especially some elders, who ordered disciples to never allow disciples to have doubts or doubts.

Although Fuming Magician's tone was cold, he did not mean to be angry at all. He just replied plainly, "Qingyun Daomen has opened the mountain gate and accepted a wide range of disciples."

"Qingyun...Domon?" At that time, he was still young, although he occasionally heard about it. However, the place and meaning of this word, which is represented, are still unclear. The only thing he knew and let him remember was that his ancestor was sealed by the people of Qingyun Daomen.

Fu Ming's magician was also playing the piano at that time. In retrospect, I have never heard anyone play better than a magician.

"Do you know why I haven't taught you a trace of the magic of my holy heart for so many years?" After a song, Fu Ming's magician raised his head and stared at him at that time and said, "Everything is for today."

The voice gradually became cold, but at that time, I didn't seem to feel scared.

"If I don't pass on you at all, it's for today. You have to throw yourself into the Qingyun Taoist sect and become a disciple of their sect.

"Now your body is innocent, the meridians in your body are smooth, and you can read and read. It's not difficult to throw yourself into the other party's door."

"To let you into the Qingyun Taoist Gate is to ask you to do two things. First, find out the whereabouts of the ancestor I taught urgently. Although I have found out that he was sealed in Qingyun Mountain and guarded by the people in Qingyun Daomen, I don't know his specific whereabouts. Second, it is also the most important thing - you have to stand out among the disciples as soon as possible and gain the trust of the people of Qingyun Daomen, and then you wait for the opportunity to find a treasure book called "The True Secret of Tenglong Organ"... Give it down to me.

How on earth did I suppress that excitement at that time and didn't let it show a trace of excitement on my face?

But in retrospect, the magician did say a word to himself before going up the mountain.

Why can't I remember that sentence?

I don't know how long it took, the mysterious voice suddenly sounded in my ear again.

still looks hoarse, tired and low, but with a little closeness: "Open your eyes, you have almost recovered."

Mo Shoucheng finally waited for this voice and immediately opened his eyes when he heard the words.

At this time, it is no longer dark around, and you can see all kinds of furnishings. He quickly released his spiritual knowledge to check himself and his surroundings, but found that his body had returned to its peak state. Yuan Ying jumped and looked extremely powerful. The moon secret Zhenyuan flows quietly in the meridians - all these things show that he is really at the peak of the late Yuanying period.

And at this moment, he also noticed where he was.