Ostentatious Zhao Yao Chapter 81: Mo Qing Fanwai [2]

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At dawn, the sound of missing people came from the mountain. There was a night of hustle and bustle on the Chenji Mountain, the carnival of the magical way on the Temple of Innocence and the fire on the Yueyue Peak spread throughout the rivers and lakes before dawn, but in front of the mountain gate, the absurdity and madness that belonged to both of them were unknown.

Mo Qing hung the only small silver mirror attached to his life experience on Lu Zhao's neck. She fell asleep, unconscious.

In fact, he was worried, how should he face the swagger of the sober road, if she remembered these things tonight, what would she do with him? Keep him, or... expel him?

If the former is the best he hopes for, if the latter...

Watching Sima Rong lead someone to find the way, swagger, and then take her awake and unconscious. Mo Qing had to hide in his large black robe as usual, stepped back and watched them leave quietly.

The following days will be as difficult as waiting for the sentence, but Mo Qing didn't expect that after half a month of sleep, Lu swaggered and woke up, and even forgot the madness half a month ago.

She is no longer pretending, because it was from that time that Mo Qing knew that the mirror he had been wearing since he was a child can actually peek into people's hearts.

He saw Lu's swaggering heart, she really didn't remember anything, how to revel in the Temple of Innocence, how to burn Xiyue Peak, how to descend from the mountain, how to be absurd overnight with him. She forgot to be clean.

Therefore, it is natural not to talk about how to deal with Moqing.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

He has been upset for so many days, but it is a dream for Lu Zhao...not as good.

However, what can be done, this is the way to swagger. The way he likes swagger.

However, this matter was over, the sight glass that was given to Lu swagger made him a little worried. He knew that he shouldn’t let the mirror stay on Lu’s swaggering neck, because even though he was sitting in front of the mountain gate and guarding the formation, he could occasionally hear her in the Hall of Innocence, "Hey, what the old man Yuan Jie said. It’s too much. Find a place to spend him another day. Don’t come back for a meeting. Why is Sima Rong mentioning my drinking again? It’s so annoying. Let Seventeen sew his mouth with Yuan Jie. Huh, Seventeen seems to have grown up recently, so it's time to give her a whole belly..."

He just smiled inadvertently in the face of the roaring killing array.

He should have brought that mirror back, because Lu Zhao must definitely not like his thoughts being spied on.

But what should he say?

The sect master, return me the letter of love I gave you. He couldn't explain this, nor could he speak. And...every day I can hear Lu's swaying voice, for Mo Qing who is guarding the gate of the mountain, it is really...

It's so interesting.

Like a gift from God, allowing him to touch the road so close, he sits in front of the mountain gate, his eyes are looking into the distance, but his heart is quietly, secretly, like a voyeur, full of guilt But he couldn't help but looked at the heart of the person he couldn't touch or touch.

It made him addicted, and it made him more and more unable to extricate himself.

He loves roads so much, so no matter what her thoughts or thoughts, he thinks so cute. It is so cute that he wants to hug her and kiss her all the time. If he can, he is willing to take all the good things she wants and give it to her.

As long as she is happy.

But when Lu swung to bring Qin Qianxian back to Chenji Mountain, Mo Qing discovered that it turned out that he could not tolerate everything she liked.

He was angry about this, but after a moment of anger, he suddenly woke up, he was actually not qualified to be angry.

The distance between him and Lu Zhaoyao is not only the tens of thousands of long steps separated by Chenji Mountain, she is the sky and the moon, and she does not belong to anyone, let alone him. He stood on the long steps in front of the mountain gate, looking far away, full of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and murderous intent in front of him, but the swaying voice in his mind was calm as never before.

She is looking at Qin Qianxian at this time, she is wondering, how can anyone in the world be so beautiful?

Mo Qing lowered his head, and his black robe covered his face.

He looked at the back of his hand covered with black stripes, smiled coolly, and saw how ugly he was.

Qin Qianxian was released the next day, and Lu swagger asked An Luowei to take him down the mountain gate, and the formation in front of the mountain gate was extinguished, giving him a wide road.

Mo Qing saw him in the corner, plainly dressed and indifferent, as if everything in the world would not stay in his heart, only one glance, Mo Qing knew why Lu Zhaoya would appreciate him.

And when Qin Qianxian left, he didn't look at anyone, only one side of his eyes gave Mo Qing a glance. Many years later, Mo Qing remembered Qin Qianxian's glance, and seemed to have sentiment. Perhaps at that time, Qin Qianxian discovered his extraordinary. But after returning to the mountain, he gave birth to a demon, and no longer had time to take care of things outside.

After that, Chenji Mountain was as usual, and Mo Qing still guarded the gate, carefully prying into Lu Swagger's heart.

This is a secret that belongs to him alone, just like the night he swaggered with Lu, only he knew it. At that time, Mo Qing only said that he was a demon cultivator with a low cultivation base, and his life span was destined to be shorter than many demon cultivators. When his life was due, he took all these secrets into the grave, and he didn't even tell him.

Also unexpectedly, he did not expect that one day in the future, Lu Shao would leave his life first.

The news that Wanjun Sword was born came.

At the right time, Sima Rong fell into the relationship with Yuezhu.

Sima Rong has many friends in the Wan Slaughter Gate, and has a very close relationship with Lu Zhaoyao. However, he has only mentioned moon beads to Mo Qing. Starting from knowing that moon beads are from the Southern Moon Sect, Mo Qing felt suspicious of this woman, but seeing Sima Rong's eyes full of love, Mo Qing could only remind him not to be too addicted.

Mo Qing is the least qualified to admonish Sima Rong.

In fact, Yuezhu was as he suspected. It was Nanyue’s spy who was sent to assassinate Sima Rong. However, Yuezhu was also moved by Sima Rong. She refused to kill Sima Rong and was taken by Nan Yue. Jiaoqiang tied it back.

Sima Rongzheng went to Nanyuejiao to save people when Lu swaggered forward to the sword grave.

Mo Qing didn't worry about swaggering, so he left the mountain gate and followed the disciples to the sword grave.

Outside Jianzhong, everyone obeyed Lu Shaoqi's orders to resist disciples of other sects outside Jianzhong. He took advantage of the chaos and looked into Lu Shaoqi's heart through the peeping mirror, avoiding her attention. In the place, secretly followed her into the sword grave.

The ambush of the fairy gate suddenly came. But their attention was on Lu Shao. Mo Qing knew that his cultivation was low. When Lu Shao was fighting with them, he quietly hid it. He watched Lu Shao suffer serious injuries and was forced to hide in secret. When he was in the cracks of the stone, he knew what he should do.

He should go out, help the road to sway the people in the fairy gate, give her as much time as possible, let her win the Wanjun sword she dreams of, and then continue her journey.

For Mo Qing, this life was picked up by Lu Zhao, and it can be used by her when it is most useful, and there is nothing to bear. It was just that suddenly he wanted to let Lu Zhao Yao look at him at the last moment. He wanted Lu Zhao Yao to know that he had existed in her life, even if only for a moment.

It's also... it's his account of himself.

He appeared in front of Lu Shaoxing. After she was guarded, his eyes lit up for a moment: "Mo Qing." She called out his name in one go.

It was as if she was lying on his chest before the formation at the foot of the Chenji Mountain that day, calling his name softly. Mo Qing's heart softened in an instant, sore and astringent, painful.

She stared at him brightly: "Do you like me?"

She asked this suddenly, and Mo Qing was taken aback for a moment, but she soon heard her voice in the peeping glass. Lu Swagger is usually a big heart, but in fact, she is a very clever person. She can perceive people's hearts. , So she can see his thoughts through his behavior.

She knew the longing deep in his heart, and longed for her to remember him. But because Lu Zhao Yao was such a big-hearted person, for Lu Zhao Yao at that time, he was only her disciple and her pawn, so she could also stare at him with a smile after seeing through his desire: " You like me, you don’t want me to die here, right?"

She wants to use him.

Mo Qing lowered his eyes and stared at the small silver mirror on her chest. Even at this time, he still thought she was trembling and clever, very cute. Even if she wanted to play with his life.

"This silver mirror will be given to you as a token. If you can keep me from here today, I will hold you in the devil world and look out of the crowd in the future."

Well, she started drawing him cakes.

After taking a peek at her thoughts and thoughts for so many years, in fact, without the help of a small silver mirror, Mo Qing can figure out her thoughts clearly.

"You don't need to give me anything." He pressed Lu and swaggered to remove the hand of the small silver mirror, "You can keep it, just keep it well."

Lu Zhaoyao doesn't need to know where this little silver mirror came from, or what this silver mirror means to him, she doesn't need to know anything, because he just needs to bear these things on his own.

And Lu is swaggering, he just needs to continue to live swagger, and occasionally look at this small silver mirror, and think that there was a person like him in the world.

For him, this is enough to comfort those secret feelings that have been hidden for many years.

Lu swaggered at him and smiled, trying to make her own expression look full of affinity: "You help me lead away those fairy disciples, okay?"

How could it be bad? Looking at her smile at her, Mo Qing finally couldn't bear her inner emotions, raised her hand, and stroked the intoxicating dimples on her cheeks, as if drinking Three thousand cups made him a little stupefied: "Sect Master, I can lay down everything for you, as long as you are well."

Perhaps this is the most blatant love story he can swear to Lu.

But Lu Zhaosha didn't think so, she was disdainful, she was thinking, he could let go of everything, but because he had nothing.

Her thoughts made him suddenly come back to his senses.

Yeah, apart from this life, he has nothing to dedicate to Lu Swagger.

She picked it up and should die for her.

Mo Qing took the sword and walked out. He tried his best to draw away the remaining immortal disciples, but the situation was not optimistic. He knew that even if he was taking his life here today, his minimal skill could not be guaranteed. Lu swaggered and left safely, his only hope was in the sword grave.

He fought and retreated, and finally retreated to the side of the sword tomb, desperately climbed up to the sword tomb, his hamstrings were broken, he had no time to cry out, he held the Wanjun sword that broke out of the ground, full of hands The blood was full of the sword hilt, and for a while, countless breaths were like sharp blades that caused him to feel the pain that was similar to the time. The pain seemed to tear his soul, so that he could no longer hold back and forbear. Drink, completely pull the Wanjun Sword from the sword mound.

Now!

The devilish energy in the sword mound oscillated out, carrying the force of destroying the ancients, and purging thousands of miles with the power of destroying the heavens and the earth. Countless immortals did not even have time to scream in this fierce breath. Then quietly turned to ashes.

Mo Qing firmly grasped the Wanjun Sword, intending to prevent the riot when it was reborn.

Can't let it go on anymore, the swagger is still...

With a "boom", the sword mound collapsed and the huge stone buried the entire sword mound. However, when all the fallen stones touched the force field around the Wanjun Sword, they instantly turned into dust.

The roar of the earth lasted for a long time, and finally it quieted down slowly.

Mo Qing was holding the Wanjun sword and stood up from the sword tomb. He turned around and looked at a mess. The sword tomb was left with only collapsed rubble, and there were stumps and limbs in the gravel pile, blood and blood. , It is impossible to tell who is who in the end.

A huge fear in my heart spread across Mo Qing's whole body instantly, and the fear was like a tarsal maggot, piercing every inch of his bones, and finally hit his heavenly cover, causing his whole brain to buzz.

He is holding the Wanjun Sword, the world-famous ancient magic sword has already recognized the lord, but at this time he only supports it as a crutch, supporting his swaying body, and letting him move forward.

He searched among the rubble and stump: "Swagger." He called these two words empty, the Wanjun Sword ruined everything, and he didn't even hear the echo.

"Swagger..."

He didn't know where she was, but just vaguely felt that she seemed to be standing here, so he knelt down, digging the rocks with his hands, and kept digging down, looking down, looking for a whole day, Yuan Jie Leading An Luo Wei to find it, he saw Wanjun Sword being thrown into the pile of rocks by Mo Qing, and Mo Qing, who had faded its black seal, was still digging the stone like crazy.

Too late to ask anything, Yuan Jie led An Luowei and the disciples in the sword tomb for three days and three nights, almost emptied the gravel on the sword tomb, and finally found the stain at the bottom. Little silver mirror of blood.

Mo Qing looked at the silver mirror without saying a word.

Yuan Jie, who was next to him, finally gave up looking for Lu's swaggering corpse. He ordered the Wanjun Sword to be retrieved and brought back to the Wansl Gate, but suddenly found that Wanjun Sword had already recognized the master, and the master was Mo Qing.

Yuan Jie was furious and asked Mo Qing on the spot why he wanted to swagger.

Mo Qing only looked at the small silver mirror, silently.

He was listening carefully, but no matter how carefully he listened carefully, he couldn't hear the sound from the silver mirror.

The woman with the silver mirror is gone.

Yuan Jie asked him why he wanted to slander, but Mo Qing was speechless. When Yuan Jie raised the Qinggang rod in anger, he did not resist, and it didn't matter if he died here. He treasured it in the bottom of his heart, and wanted to devote all the people to his care, but in the end he died because of him.

He should have accompanied this life.

He damn.

Wanjun Jian saved him.

As Yuan Jie was about to smash his head with a stick, Wanjun Sword pierced in horizontally, fending off Yuan Jie, floating in front of Mo Qing, and suppressing everyone around him.

How ridiculous, Wanjun Sword is protecting him. When he no longer needed any protection or fear, Wanjun Sword actually protected him. If it was just now, I could protect the swagger like this...

He was taken back to Wan Liaomen by Yuan Jie. Yuan Jie advocated pushing him to the lashing platform and beheaded to avenge the sect master. However, Sima Rong, who had broken a leg, returned from Nanyue Sect and protected him. he. Sima Rong said that Lu Zhaoyao once issued a sect master order, whoever can kill her can be the sect master.

Sima Rongli rejected all the controversies and pushed him to the position of the master of Wan Slaughter.

Mo Qing didn't want to cooperate. He had heard Sima Rong coax seventeen by accident.

Since the seventeenth slammed to death, he cried so much that he wiped his eyes blind with tears. Behind him, he heard seventeen hoarsely questioning Sima Rong: "He killed the sect master, why do you protect him as the sect master? You are also a traitor, and you are also unfaithful to the sect master!"

However, Sima Rong said: "Swagger, I know that he will be more sad than everyone else. I know he didn't mean it, and now, he can take over the door of Wan Slaughter, and can support the sect established by Swagger. People, there is no one else except Li Chenlan who took the Wanjun Sword. Don’t cry. I know there are immortal grasses overseas. You can help you to find the grass and wait for you to get the grass back..."

Seventeen was deceived, and Mo Qing also understood the reason why Sima Rong insisted on making him the master of the sect.

Senior brother for many years, he saw through the secrets of his heart and also knew his affection for Lu's swagger. Therefore, in order to live up to Lu Swagger's painstakingly established Wan Slaughter Gate, he gave him the position of the master of the gate.

"Swagger the unfinished dream, you can finish it for her."

Sima Rong said so, Mo Qing held the Wanjun Sword and could no longer refuse.

His life was picked up by Lu Zhao. If he can't die for Lu Zhao, he will guard the things she left in this world until exhaustion.

Mo Qing took back the Wanjun Sword, the Demon King’s seal broke, and he recovered the power he should have, and all the black stripes on his body disappeared. He saw his intact face in the mirror. He didn't know whether his appearance was good or not, but no matter how good or not, Lu Shao was dead, and it didn't matter how good he looked.

Except for Lu's swagger, everyone's eyes are insignificant to him.

He began to deal with the Wan Slaughter Gate, and began to learn to adapt the Wanjun Sword to his own strength.

He let go, within three months, Nanyuejiao will be killed.

After March, he was alone, broke into the southwest, bloodbathed the Southern Moon Sect, and thus became a battle for him on the rivers and lakes. The world called him more brutal and arrogant, but only he knew that when he He was stained with blood, and stood on the hillside of Nanyue Mountain where the corpses were everywhere.

The emptiness in my heart is even worse than this desolate Shura field.

In this world, there is no way to sway. What is the difference between him and the creeping corpse on the ground.

At the right time, the night and the moon are cold, and the wind is like a knife.

No matter how long it has passed, looking back, it is still a shocking wound.

Mo Qing turned his head and looked. In Sima Rong's courtyard, Lu Zhaoyao and Li Mingshu were chasing happily. Lin Mingge was already thinking about putting back the wood on the hands of the little round-faced wooden man.

The light in his eyes couldn't help but soften, he didn't want to recall the past, because all the past is not as good as the present.

But because of occasional recollection, just a little bit is enough to make him cherish his current life even more.

Sima Rong stayed under the tree for a while, but after all he walked out of Mo Qing's words, he asked two more questions: "Is the moon pearl still there?"

"I was there before, and there has been no change. It should be there, but she can't see it anymore."

Sima Rong heard this, in the bitter smile with his head down, but he inadvertently added three points of sweetness: "Yuezhu is crazy."

At the right time, the wind blew Sima Rong's hair. Mo Qing looked at the road in the distance and swaggered, and said softly: "She is talking to you."

Sima Rong nodded: "I heard." He lowered his head and looked at his fingers, his eyes trembled slightly, "She told me that she was very happy."

Knowing where that person's soul is, I will start to guess the meaning of not having a gust of wind around him. Mo Qing used to be like this, but now Sima Rong is also like this. It's not sorrow, it's... a different kind of comfort.

As long as you know that she is here, living like a desert, instantly becomes a little more interesting.

"Hey! Li Chenlan!" Lu Zhaoyao finally caught Li Mingshu who was running around there. "Your son is too naughty. I can't control it. He threw it at you?"

Li Chenlan smiled upon hearing the words: "Throw it away, we will have another one in the future."

Fortunately, to this day, he and him can still have a future.