"He has been dead long ago." Mo Wendong let go of his hand and watched Mo Huang's body fall to the ground, and finally disintegrated, scattering into the remains of the machinery all over the ground.

"Then, why didn't he die?" Old Master Tang's hunched body began to become straight. Even though his way to Mo Wendong was guided by Mo Wendong, Mo Wendong's appearance at this time made him more alert.

"The soul is dead and the soul is destroyed, but it is just a thought." Mo Wendong watched a wisp of residual soul rise from the mechanism.

Mr. Tang asked, "Do you want me to die too?"

"I said it, it's just a thought." Mo Wendong said in a deep voice: "And the thought you said is not with me, nor with you."

Old Master Tang was puzzled, "What's that?"

"Let's go. I guess Mr. Tang is also very curious." Mo Wendong turned around, "What's going on inside?"

Luoyang. Even though it is late at night, the Tianji Tower is brightly lit.

"An urgent report sent by the Ling family." The official Tianji, who had a face covered with iron face, walked in quickly.

Xie Wensheng took it apart and saw, "Mocheng?"

"The Tianji Pavilion has not been able to find the whereabouts of Mocheng for more than 20 years. Why can the head of the Ling family know about Mocheng?" There are no high and low status in the Tianji Pavilion, so the Iron-faced official called it the name of the emperor.

"The emperor has not yet accepted a concubine, and only has a queen. And that empress is a member of the Mo family." Xie Wensheng looked solemn, "But the most important thing is not this."

The Iron-faced official realized the seriousness of the situation, "What was written in the urgent letter?"

Xie Wensheng put down the letter paper.

"Mo Wendong appeared in Mocheng."

Just separated by a city gate, there is a different world inside Mocheng.

From the north to the towering ice and snow, from the south to the misty rain, from the moon to the dusk, from the east to the sea and the sky. The wonders of the world are even in this city at the same time. The frosty maple trees are covered with broken snow, and a maple leaf is unbearable to the snow, floating into the lake where the late lotus blooms.

"Can you really do this with just the means?" Old Master Tang saw the clue.

"No." Mo Wendong stopped.

The boy holding a long sword stood in front with his back facing them. The boy was holding something in his hand, and his body exuded a faint luster.

"It seems that he has found it." Mo Wendong's eyes were unmoved.

"Zangtian, you've done a good job, give it to me." Old Mr. Tang pushed the wheelchair, crossed Mo Wendong, and looked at the boy.

"Mr. I hope you can fulfill your promise." The boy turned around.

Old Master Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Of course."

But when the boy presented the thing in his hand to Mr. Tang, Mo Wendong took a step and crossed the two of them.

Old Master Tang was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"He won't give you this promise." Mo Wendong stared into the boy's eyes.

The boy looked up, "Why?"

"The so-called promise is the most important thing to do is sincerity." Mo Wendong took a step forward, "I wonder if he treats you sincerely?"

"Don't you, do you want to ruin the promise between you and me?" Old Mr. Tang's tone was cold.

"Whether it was Chang'an and his party, the owner of Tianji Tower, who told your son about the real whereabouts of Mocheng, or if I helped you to come back to life, find out the flaws of Mocheng, and create a better Tang Sect for you. If you don't return the capital, I didn't pull Tang Sect into the water. I'm already sincere enough to deal with Tang Sect." Mo Wendong turned his head slightly, "How can I destroy my promise?"

"And the premise of all this is because of this ink sword."

The boy seemed to be touched and his whole body trembled.

Indeed, the Tang Sect asked him to hold the ink sword not only for his father's will.

It's even more for this Mo City.

"With the Tang Sect having the Mo Sword, there will be the capital to come to Mo City. After all, except for the Mo family, the thing in your hand can only recognize the sword in your hand." Mo Wendong said slowly.

The boy clenched the ink sword tightly.

Old Master Tang shouted, "Ban Tian, ​​don't believe what the traitor said!" He wanted to take action, but he didn't know that when his wheelchair was approaching the things in the boy's hand, all the mechanisms inside had lost their power and could not send out any hidden weapons.

"Losing a sincere promise can only be a promise. There will never be a day to be realized." Mo Wendong shook his head, "And I also know that what you need most in your life is sincerity. Whether it is absurd and ridiculous call of brothers on Junshan, or the Tang Sect who held the ink sword in the name of righteousness, you will not be able to see sincerity."

"Then how can I see this sincerity?" the young man asked coldly.

Mo Wendong made way out of the position and presented Mr. Tang to the young man.

"Kill him."

"I will give you this sincerity."

"Mo Wendong has disappeared for several months." said the iron-faced official in Tianji Building: "Why is it in Mocheng again?"

"The old man from the Tang Sect has been stepping out of the coffin for a long time, and has been away from the Tang Sect for a long time." Xie Wensheng looked out the window, "There is also the ink sword left with him."

"What the poster means is that Old Master Tang has also gone to Mocheng?" The iron-faced official was stunned.

Xie Wensheng tapped the table with his finger, "Mo Wendong goes to Mocheng, it will be the beginning of his shadow after leaving Luoyang."

The iron-faced official stood up quickly, "Do you want to take a countermeasure?"

Xie Wensheng shook his head, "No need."

"No need?" This was the first time that the iron-faced official heard such a sense of powerlessness from the poster.

Xie Wensheng sighed lightly: "Mo Wendong has laid out the world, maybe he has penetrated deeply into the Tang Sect. His understanding of the Tang Sect is only much greater than that of our Tianji Pavilion. If we go rashly, it may only backfire."

"Only more or less? How is that possible?" The iron-faced official was shocked.

Xie Wensheng said quietly: "Although Tianji Pavilion has spanned ancient and modern times and is connected with the Spring and Autumn Period, there are many things in the world, and there are always some things that Tianji Pavilion cannot see. To be precise, they cannot see clearly."

“What is it?”

Xie Wensheng pointed to the position of his heart, "Human heart."

Mocheng.

A ink sword penetrated the boy's past that he could not bear to look back on.

Because of Mo Jian, my father was reluctant to let go of the Tang sect and eventually died of drunkenness.

Because of the ink sword, Luo Feiyu's reputation was so famous that he indirectly led to the woman he admired when he was young and became a nun.

Because of Mo Jian, the surname Tang became a joke.

The three words "kill him" are lingering in my ears.

Old Master Tang noticed the murderous aura and was about to take action, but was surprised to find that his internal strength seemed to be blocked!

The next moment, the 70-year-old man felt a slight hang upside down in his sight.

"This thought did not come from me, but from him." Mo Wendong said lightly.

The boy took back the blood-stained ink sword and looked at Mo Wendong.
Chapter completed!