A long sword with sharp edges and shining silver appeared on the spot, with thunder surrounding it. The pressure was so great that only a blurry figure could be seen in the picture.
Beneath the Tiandao Sword was a sleeping figure that looked a little familiar to Wu Zhongxian.
But before Wu Zhongxian could read it carefully, Confucian Sage took back the picture.
Wu Zhongxian's eyes flashed and he appeared again, back in the bamboo forest.
Wu Zhongxian thought about it carefully, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He had felt that there was something special about Mo Jianqi, and both the Taoist and Confucian sects were vying to take Mo Jianqi under his wing.
At that time in the capital, Wu Zhongxian became curious as to why people from both sides had to pay such a high price for sending swords, saying good words, making promises, etc.
He looked like he would not give up until Mo Jianqi was accepted as his disciple.
It turns out that it has such a big background.
After the Confucian sage came out, he ignored the change in the expression on Wu Zhongxian's face and said to himself:
"The spiritual energy in the world is fixed, and the first-level masters are also limited. They can only be maintained at a certain number. No one can change the rules."
When the Confucian sage said this, he glanced at Wu Zhongxian casually, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Originally, the Taoist ghost and I had calculated that Minshan and his party would definitely have a first-grade position available, but who knew that you would appear halfway and cut off this opportunity."
"Not to mention the improvement in strength, it also broke our plan. The little girl Mo Jianqi also failed to reach the first level. It's really not as good as God."
After the Confucian Sage finished speaking, there was also a look of helplessness on his face.
Originally, everything on the Minshan side was planned, just to make Mo Jianqi Zhengyanshun ascend to the first level of cultivation.
But the result was unsatisfactory.
No one knows where this guy Wu Zhongxian came from. He has completely jumped out of the long river of fate. The causal connection makes it impossible for them to calculate what happened.
This indirectly led to errors in their calculations.
When Wu Zhongxian heard this, he smiled awkwardly at first, but then he became happy:
"Although there are many masters of first-level cultivation in this world, they are not without them. Now that the positions are full, won't there be vacancies if one of them is killed? With such a simple matter, Mo Jianqi can be promoted naturally.
He is a first-class master!"
Wu Zhongxian felt that this matter seemed quite simple.
Although there are not many first-class masters on the Chinese mainland, there are still many, and there are also some who are full of evildoers.
Find this man and kill him directly.
When Wu Zhongxian did something like this, he didn't feel anything at all.
When the Confucian sage heard this, he immediately laughed and said:
"It sounds simple, but it's not that simple to do it. Didn't a first-grade master die in the palace before?"
"But have you seen that Mo Jianqi's strength has improved?"
The Confucian sage told Wu Zhongxian about the suicide of the city lord of Tiangong City.
"Well, it seems not!"
When Wu Zhongxian heard these words, he recalled that although the lord of Tiangong City was not very powerful, his cultivation was genuine.
But after committing suicide, he did not see Mo Jianqi promoted to the first level.
"Isn't that enough? The successor of Jianlu doesn't mean that he can be promoted immediately if he sees his position. One of the keys is to reach the level of cultivation."
"Otherwise, even if the empty space becomes available in the end, it will just be occupied by someone else!"
The Confucian sage explained to Wu Zhongxian calmly.
Originally, the Confucian sage thought that this trip to Minshan would allow Mo Jianqi to accumulate enough experience and cultivation. In this way, when there is a vacancy in the first rank.
Mo Jianqi will be able to improve his strength.
But what they didn't expect was that Wu Zhongxian, a freak, always took the lead and snatched away all these opportunities.
As a result, Mo Jianqi not only failed to advance to the first level, but also could not even reach perfection in cultivation.
This made it impossible for them to kill the first-level people who had committed the most evil crimes and free up space for Mo Jianqi to increase his strength.
Thinking of this, the Confucian sage couldn't help but glance at Wu Zhongxian.
Seeing Wu Zhongxian's current strength, the Confucian sage couldn't help but feel shocked.
This kid is a freak, he has no idea how to practice, and he has surpassed several levels in a short period of time.
The strength directly reaches the first level.
Such a speed made it difficult for the two old men who have lived for more than 10,000 years to understand it.
You must know that over the past ten thousand years, they have seen countless geniuses and even monsters.
The speed of practice can be said to be a thousand miles a day, and I jumped up a level in a few days.
But after these people reach the third level, each of them will not have a fundamental problem and will need to spend time making up for it.
It's because the speed of cultivation has kept up, but the understanding has not. You can only get stuck and stay stuck there for the rest of your life.
"Could it be..."
When Wu Zhongxian heard this, he suddenly understood.
This Confucian sage has been mentioning Mo Jianqi all the time, didn't he just tell him clearly.
Only when Mo Jianqi's strength reaches the first level, can he have a chance to stop the Eternal Night Tribulation when it appears again.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhongxian stood up with a bang, his expression no longer as calm and composed as before, but a little unbelievable.
"Sir, what do you mean by these words to me? Could it be that the eternal night catastrophe you mentioned is about to happen again?"
When the Confucian sage heard these words, he looked at Wu Zhongxian's disbelieving and nervous expression, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
He had no intention of replying to Wu Zhongxian's question.
After a while, the feeling was similar, and the Confucian sage said:
"Guess why that old ghost didn't follow you back after he went to Minshan!"
When Wu Zhongxian heard this, he was already sure of what he was asking.
I immediately cursed my mother in my heart.
"Damn it, didn't I just travel through time, get a good official position, and behave in a cool and unrestrained way? Why did this thief look at me and want to kill me!"
"Start the war and interrupt this peaceful, leisurely and happy life!"
Wu Zhongxian is almost ready to cry but has no tears left.
His happy life has just begun, why did such a thing happen?
At that moment, Wu Zhongxian stopped sitting down and said to the Confucian sage:
"Junior, I still have important things to deal with, so I won't spend more time with the elder. I'll say goodbye!"
After saying that, Wu Zhongxian raised his feet and walked outside.
Now he has to return to his house quickly, take Mu Qingge and others with him, and leave Da Qin as soon as possible!
