In the sea of sand, although this ancient city has fallen, when you look up at the stars, the stars are still exceptionally bright.
On the same dark night, in the Southern Dynasty, even if you look up at these stars from the top of the mountains, they are not as bright as those seen in the sea of sand.
Hengshan is also a famous mountain in the south.
There are several sword sects in Hengshan, but tonight, they have become history.
A black-robed practitioner sat in a stone room at the highest point of Hengshan Mountain, and an old man was brewing medicine outside the stone room.
The black-robed cultivator slowly raised his head, and the starlight illuminated half of his face.
He was Mo Zong, the most famous figure in the Southern Dynasty and Northern Wei Dynasty at this time.
The person who helped him boil the medicine outside was the old man of the Cui family who had helped Cui Zhenguan hang himself before.
"I know you secretly spoke to Xue Suliu last night, and I know you have good intentions towards him, but I don't understand why you chose to talk to him among so many people."
When Mo Zong raised his head, some pus flowed down from his throat and along the skirt of his chest.
The old man from the Cui family who was cooking medicine outside the door suddenly stiffened.
His conversation with that person was originally extremely secret, and he felt that it was impossible for anyone else in the world to know about it, but he never thought that it had not escaped the eyes and ears of the Demon Sect.
"Don't worry I will kill you."
Mo Zong laughed and said: "You have done well these days. I just want you not to waste your good intentions and spend your energy on these meaningless things."
"I talked to him because he knew etiquette best among those people and respected me the most, and he was not pretending. I reminded him not to continue practicing the magic skills you taught them, and because he grew up.
Much like a good friend of mine when I was young."
The old man surnamed Cui slowly turned around. He looked at Mo Zong with great bitterness. He looked at the pus flowing on Mo Zong's chest, and then said: "You can't understand... I just can't understand even more. I clearly know.
Practicing this kind of magic will bring terrible consequences, and I am afraid that you will become the target of absorbing your true energy and vitality. Why do they want to become your followers and willingly practice the magic you teach them?
"
The pus on Mo Zong's chest is disgusting and terrifying.
The thick pus was like the sludge accumulated in the sewers of the fish market, like rice porridge-like thick juice, mixed with countless fragments of flesh and blood.
In the pus, there is a lot of skin
and fragments of flesh and blood, and even segments of things like blood vessels and meridians.
Compared with when Mo Zong first arrived at the Cui family, the sarcoma on his neck had begun to fester. Even cutting the flesh was useless. Even the new sarcomas that grew out were like overripe fruits.
It's festering.
Although the lower part of his neck was completely shrouded in black robes at this time, the fishy smell that even the thick medicinal smell could not conceal could make people think of how terrible the rotten tumors in that area were.
"How can someone like you understand the desires of young people?"
The Demon Sect looked at him with a smile and said: "You are too old, you don't have many years to live, and you can't improve much in your cultivation. But compared with these young people, the most different thing is experience. Many things
You have already experienced it, and you no longer have much interest in many things. But these young people are different. They have never experienced many things. Now even if a beautiful young girl falls naked in your arms, you
Maybe they won't be tempted, but these young people are different. Some of them have never even tasted the taste of a woman. Although some people have tasted the taste of a woman, they have not even tasted a good-looking woman.
Many of the things you have experienced are still in their crazy imaginations full of desire. Some of these young people may be willing to die as long as you give them two or three young girls in one night.
You won’t think about tomorrow’s things. If you can’t empathize with this kind of desire that comes from the depths of your heart, how can you understand their thoughts. Just like tonight, these female cultivators in the Sword Sect, for these people
, it’s already like a carnival.”
"For you, female practitioners just have an extra identity and have no special interest. But for them, it is different. What they think is that if they don't follow me, if they don't practice the techniques I teach them,
How could they have a female toy who is a practitioner? They usually practice in small sects, and it is not easy to become a practitioner. They follow the rules all their lives and need to watch the face of their teacher. Even if they have something in their mind
Countless fantasies, countless desires, but you can kill people at will, blaspheme and play with the women you like at will?"
The Demon Sect looked at the old man of the Cui family who was slowly stunned, paused for a moment, and then continued slowly: "This stone room originally belonged to the master of the Tianjian Sect of Hengshan Cave. It was his special training room. In the era of abundant spiritual energy,
, there is a red fruit tree outside this door, which can produce many red fruits containing a lot of spiritual energy every year. But two years ago, as the spiritual energy became thinner, the red fruit tree died. In fact, the final outcome of this red fruit tree
, is the end of most practicing sects and practitioners in the world today. Even without me, these sects will disappear and these practitioners will die. The spiritual desolation will continue for many years, even after a few years, most of them will
It is impossible for most practicing sects and practitioners to be replenished with spiritual energy. After their true energy is exhausted, in a few years, they will completely lose their power, no different from ordinary warriors. They may even be unable to defeat those who cannot practice.
, but warriors who have been practicing martial arts. They once climbed to such a peak, overlooking the vast majority of people in the world, but they fell into the dust again, how could they be willing to do so. What's more, even when they climbed to the peak, they did not dare to act recklessly
Now I can let them practice and do whatever they want. If you are not happy, how can you understand their happiness. Since these people choose to live in a dream and die, even if they die, they will probably only regret it at the moment of death, so no matter
Whether it was before or now, my Demon Sect has never lacked followers from the Demon Sect."
The face of the old man from the Cui family was a little pale, but when he heard the faint cries and moans of women coming from the mountain stream, and when he heard the obsessed young practitioners who continued to gather around the Demon Sect, he was speechless at all.
To right.
"Actually, you should change your mind. They should thank me. It was me who truly made them know that practitioners should be like the stars in the sky. No matter what they do, since they are practitioners, they should always be noticed by the public. Whether it is murder or escape, no matter what
Good or evil, practitioners should always be at the forefront of the world, otherwise even if they practice diligently and live their lives submissively, they will be no different from mediocre people."
"Your Majesty."
A young practitioner with a thin body but an exceptionally strong figure swept up from the mountain road. This practitioner's face was red, the tip of his nose was full of sweat, and his eyes were filled with excitement. "Wei Rui's whereabouts have been identified.
Already."
"Okay, tell them and we'll set out early tomorrow morning." Demon Sect nodded.
"Wei Rui?"
The old man of the Cui family looked at Mo Zong in disbelief. He wanted to say something more, but because he was too shocked, he opened his mouth and spit out the name, but could not say the second sentence.
"Everyone thinks that I will be the first to force Lin Yi to come to me. It's just that in my life, I never care about what other people think or think of me. I only care about what I want to do." Mo Zong indicated that he would survive almost as long as he did.
He brought the medicinal soup over and at the same time, he looked at the stars in the sky and thought quietly, no matter what the world thought, the movement of those stars would never change according to the world's wishes.