Kyoto Domon Headquarters, top floor on the 13th floor.
Mo Zheng arranged his room at the highest point of the headquarters, where it was quiet and elegant without being disturbed.
Yes, Mo Zheng fell in love with An Jing after the death of his beloved woman.
I like the coldness of being alone, the kind of loneliness that reminds me of the beautiful past.
Get lost in it and never get tired of it.
Even if he already knew Jiamu's true identity, even if he saw through the trap Ding Hao set for him.
But he still firmly believed that the woman loved him deeply, just like his love for her had never changed.
It has nothing to do with any interests, utilization, or calculations, only simplicity.
The open-air balcony is more revealing.
The young man in single clothes was curled up on a lounge chair in the corner, looking up at the stars with dull eyes.
She once asked him if a person dies, will he be captured by ghosts and taken to the underworld, or will he wander around the world and become a lonely ghost?
The young man who didn't understand the charm smiled and said yes, and he also vividly imitated the ghost to tease her, which frightened her so much that her face turned pale and her blossoms were wet with tears.
The night she died, Mo Zheng found a passage in the romance book she had read before her death, a passage written by her: If I die, I will turn into a star and secretly look at you in the sky.
The Taoist sect avoids cause and effect and talks about reincarnation. As the only direct disciple of Tai Xuzi, Mo Zheng knows this aspect better than others.
But at this moment, he believed that she had really turned into a star, quietly waiting for him invisibly.
"Gulu..."
After drinking the canned beer, Mo Zheng threw it away and rolled it further and further until it was picked up by someone's hand.
"Drinking is harmful to your health. Don't become an alcoholic like your master." The white-haired old woman said with kind eyes, "Especially when you are in a bad mood, drinking is a taboo."
Mo Zheng turned a blind eye and said, "I'm not drunk."
After thinking for a while, he added: "I won't get drunk either."
The white-haired old woman who was the second elder of the Taoist sect walked to the opposite side of Mo Zheng, glanced at the empty cans on the ground, shook her head and said, "Drunk or not, drinking is not a good habit."
Mo Zheng burped, looked away from the sky and said, "I failed, the soul guide was destroyed."
He spoke very softly, with an understatement and with ease, and with a calm calmness.
But his hands hanging on his chest were suddenly clenched, and the joints turned white.
The white-haired old woman said calmly: "I know you will fail, so I am not disappointed."
Mo Zheng lowered his eyelids and said, "You should remind me so that I can kill with one strike."
"Once Lingxi dies, Kunlun will no longer have a worldly disciple capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities, and the fortune of the true phoenix that everyone covets in her destiny will fall to the Taoist sect."
"Aren't you just competing for luck by letting me go down the mountain? Such a good opportunity should not be missed."
The white-haired old woman said calmly: "Even if I remind you, the body control technique will still not kill Lingxi."
"The soul guide you refined is too weak to hide it from the people in Kunlun."
"Not to mention that Du Qirui is still in Kyoto, Lingxi, who is at the tenth level of martial arts, is not as weak as you think."
Mo Zheng frowned and said, "Wouldn't it be better for you to take action?"
The white-haired old woman acquiesced: "Unless your master takes action himself, well, the success rate is half."
Mo Zheng stretched out his legs, rocked the couch and said, "The trip to the Miao border is over. It is impossible for Du Qirui to replace Lingxi in Kyoto. He will definitely rush back to Kunlun in the next few days."
"Tang Jingyue, who is still injured, will most likely go to Kunlun to recuperate. This is a good opportunity."
"I want to try it, what do you think?"
Mo Zheng smiled harmlessly and said: "I don't believe that a mysterious person can appear to support them this time."
The white-haired old woman showed a satisfied look and said, "If you want to try it, my uncle will help you out."
"Whether you succeed or not, these are the methods that senior brother wants to see from you."
"Since you dare to take the first step, Daomen will accompany you for the remaining hundred steps."
