Lincheng Huamo Chapter 103: The Moon Without Night Arrives
As the old saying goes, good fortune never comes in pairs, and misfortune never comes alone. This is just the way it is with people in this world. Good things often come in one or two, but bad things always come in piles one after another.
Hu Lao wanted to ask for Linghu Changkong's origins, but Feng Feng Huo Huo and a young novice monk ran over.
Mo Ming knew that this young novice monk was the handyman monk of Hanshan Temple. He couldn't help but frown, and was quite curious as to why this young novice monk suddenly came to Tianshui Villa and seemed to have lost his soul.
Seeing the young master of the village together with the two senior guests, the disciple bowed and said nothing. As soon as the young monk saw Mo Ming, tears welled up in his eyes, and he threw himself in front of Mo Ming and knelt down.
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This shocked everyone in Mo Ming. The little novice monk also cried loudly and kept mumbling that Mr. Mo finally saw you.
Mo Ming immediately helped the little novice up and asked why.
The little novice monk forced himself to calm down and stopped crying, but he didn't expect what he had to report here, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Seeing that he was about to kneel down again, Mo Ming used a little force to stop him.
Everyone sat down at the stone pavilion nearby. The stone pavilion was also dilapidated, but it could still be used.
Without waiting to ask, the young novice cried out what happened, and heard him say: "Master Mo, the elders, the two elders have gone to the west!"
As soon as the words fell, the little novice could no longer suppress it and howled again.
Among the people, except for Ying Ruge, Mo Ming, Jian Lao, and Hu Lao all had their eyes widened and couldn't believe it.
Elder, two elders?
There is no need to think about the elders mentioned by the young novice, they must be Wuhai and Wujue.
Mo Ming often went to Hanshan Temple since he was a child. He was grateful for how the two old monks treated him. What was the cultivation level of the two old monks? Mo Ming did not dare to say for sure, but somehow, it was impossible that he had not stepped into Hongmeng. As for the
Mo Ming doesn't know whether he has passed the catastrophe.
Above Hongmeng, you are already a dragon and a phoenix among men. How easy is it to take your life?
What kind of terrifying person is someone who can kill masters above Hongmeng?
If Mo Sang can do it, can Zhong Xihou do it?
If it was Zhong Xihou, it would be impossible. Zhong Xihou didn't have the skill and the reason.
Then Mo Ming thought of a person. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help but not think about it. The person he was thinking of was his cousin, Zhu Jiannan.
After being brothers for twenty-four years, why do you want to kill yourself?
That's what Mo Ming thought, and he was right. The two old monks Wu Hai and Wu Jue died, and on that night of every moon and moon, Mo Ming's vitality was also a little less.
Then Mo Ming couldn't help but frown, wasn't it tonight when there was no moon?
Jian Lao may have guessed what Mo Ming was thinking, so he patted Mo Ming's shoulder gently and said, "Xiao Xuan Tu, don't leave Zhuangzi tonight."
Mo Ming also understood what Jian Lao meant. He frowned and asked, "But what about your body, Jian Lao?"
When Jian Lao heard that this little kid was not worried about himself, but was concerned about this bad old man like him, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, he was very pleased.
"As I get older, my abilities have diminished, but I still have some abilities after all. Once or twice, what's there to be afraid of?"
Someone arranged for a young novice monk, Jian Lao and Hu Lao also said they had something to do and left.
Mo Ming and Ying Ruge were the only two people left in the dilapidated stone pavilion. Mo Ming pondered for a while, and then asked: "Changkong, you are an immortal cultivator and know too many strange things. I ask you, brother, if there is anyone who can
Once, a drastic change in temperament?"
Ying Ruge thought for a while, and then he thought of a person. This person fit what Mo Ming said, but he couldn't speak. The person he thought of was Qin Yue'er.
Qin Yue'er also has a temperament change once a month in January, which lasts for three or four days and lasts for six or seven days. Later he found out the reason. Every month when a woman falls in love, her temperament will change drastically. Even someone like Qin Yue'er,
No exception.
Seeing the strange expression on Ying Ruge's face, Mo Ming couldn't help but find it interesting and asked, "Have you thought of it? What's the reason for this expression?"
Ying Ruge was a little embarrassed, and then asked: "Brother asked about a woman's monthly..."
When Mo Ming heard this, he was stunned, and then laughed. He found it interesting, is his Anda simple-minded, or something else? But then he thought about his wife Yin Li, there was no difference in front of outsiders, but in front of him
, it seems to be the same.
Ying Ruge thought for a while, then changed the subject and said: "I heard that there is someone in the West who transforms into a wolf on a full moon night. There is a person in the East who transforms into a beautiful concubine on a moonless night."
"A moonless night?"
When Ying Ruge heard it, he couldn't help but remember that tonight seemed to be a moonless night. Without the moon and Kui Mulang beside him, he was really careless and didn't remember the date. So he couldn't stay in the Mo family today. He couldn't
I dare to say what would happen if I lost my mind.
"Brother, what is this?"
Mo Ming looked at Ying Ruge with gentle eyes and listened to him: "I'm going to tell you a secret for my brother, maybe I'll keep it secret?"
Ying Ruge knew the secret, but pretended not to know and nodded.
"I, the Mohist family, are extremely talented. Every generation of sword wielders is proud of the world, and few others are right. The same is true. Although our Mohist family is weak, we can survive for eight hundred years. But when it comes to my brother, I have been humiliated.
He has lost the dignity of his ancestors. Although he is called a young talent by Jianghu people, compared with the ancestors of the Mohist family, his qualifications are worrisome. If this is the case, that's it, every night of the month, he will be like a madman and like to fight.
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Mo Ming paused. He looked at Ying Ruge, but Ying Ruge's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not surprised.
"Compared with my peers, I am not bragging as a brother. I feel that my cultivation is not bad. Of course, I cannot compare with you, Changkong." When Mo Ming said this, he felt a little ashamed, which was considered self-deprecating. He continued, "But on a moonless night,
My brother's skills are comparable to those of Hongmeng realm masters, and I can fight with my father for a while."
Ying Ruge certainly knew that feeling, that feeling of power. He didn't know this feeling before. He only knew that every time he woke up the next day, his whole body was sore. But since he practiced Yin Yang Ce, he knew
He couldn't tell the reason. He couldn't explain the reason.
"This should be considered a good thing, but it's helpless. After all, the cultivation level is not your own, and the disadvantages cannot be ignored."
He stretched out his right hand, lifted up his sleeve, and was shocked to see some wrinkles in the skin on his wrist.
Seeing that Ying Ruge's expression remained unchanged, Mo Ming found it interesting. He continued: "This is not bad. Once, I woke up the next day and felt like this all over my body. I'm afraid that with such a level of cultivation, this skin will bear it.
That's why I'm like this. But I don't know why, I left this fold last month, but it made me grow a lot. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad."
Ying Ruge understood the reason, but she still couldn't tell Mo Ming, so she had to change the topic and asked: "How does your brother spend the moonless night every month?"
Hearing this question, Mo Ming couldn't help but lament, and then said: "At this time of the month, in the Zen room of Hanshan Temple, I listen to the lectures of the two masters Wu Hai and Wu Jue. The same is true. Although people are groggy, their temperament is guaranteed to be stable.
Change, of course, and I don’t have that kind of cultivation anymore.”
Mo Ming rolled his eyes, frowned slightly, and continued: "But for some reason, when I woke up last month, there was such a wrinkle on my hand. I don't know if someone disturbed me. Duan Wuhai, Wuhai
I saw two great masters giving lectures."
"What about tonight?"
Mo Ming smiled bitterly, and then said: "I'm afraid it's because of this that the two masters lost their lives. The sins in this life have added two more. Tonight, I'm afraid I have to take action from Jian Lao and teach me a lesson before I can live in peace.
some."
"Why don't you let Changkong accompany your brother tonight?"
Mo Ming was not surprised. Although he didn't know the origin of Linghu Changkong, he had such an intuition that he felt that Linghu Changkong would not harm him. There was no reason, and he couldn't explain it.
Then Mo Ming went to take charge of the aftermath, while Ying Ruge ran to the kitchen to find a pot of wine, and then ran to a higher mountain to sit alone and drink. He regretted a little, regretting why he said that he would accompany Mo Ming tonight. If he
I couldn't control myself. I wonder if the two of them would go crazy at night and would torment each other until dawn.
Once you've spoken, it's hard to think about it any more.
Looking down from here, the entire Mo County is like the fat man's swinging sand table in Duobao Pavilion.
There is a bun shop there, and the most delicious ones are stuffed with mutton.
There is a blacksmith shop there, but the strange thing is that there is a swordsmith in the blacksmith shop, but the old master refuses to forge weapons for you.
That place is a flower house, and I don’t know how many young masters opened meat shops here and there.
That place was a restaurant. The last time I and Kui Mulang drank there, to be honest, the taste of the bamboo leaves and greens there was not very good.
Ying Ruge looked at one place after another. He looked at this small county that had accommodated the Mo family for eight hundred years.
If he were the child left behind, perhaps his childhood would not have been playing with monkeys in the mountains or catching turtles in the river. Perhaps he would have spent all day wandering around the streets of Mo County with a few playmates. Waiting until he was tired and hungry.
, I would go back to Tianshui Villa. At the foot of the mountain, I would lie about being exhausted and ask my servant to carry me up the mountain.
Somehow, Ying Ruge finds such naughty behavior quite interesting. Perhaps as he gets older, he will hang out in taverns and gardens with his friends, and become what people call a playboy.
Like a dandy, he sings and sings every night, I don’t know if he is happy.
He thought of the young master of the Mo family and couldn't help but shake his head at what he had thought before. If the child left behind was him, he couldn't be sure whether Mo Ming would become Ying Ruge. The only thing he could be sure of was that he would have to change.
Cheng Mo Ming.
Ying Ruge just kept thinking about it, her mind wandering too much.
I thought of all the scenes when I was young, Luo Huaqi, and my beautiful mother and ugly father were both harsh and doting on me.
Thinking of Yan Xiao accepting him as his disciple and leading him into the path of cultivating immortals, the subsequent journey was like purgatory.
Thinking of the time in Mu Han Tower, he met Qin Yue'er, Leng Buyu, Jun Wuhen, Nangong Ziwen, and Cassia Mingzi. They all had different ideas, and occasionally fist and foot exchanges, but they were all happy and happy.
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I thought of transforming into Linghu Changkong to draw thousands of swords, seize people's spiritual swords, and enjoy the grudges.
Thinking of Liu Sanqing's death, thinking of his master conferring a title on his cultivation.
Thinking of this, Ying Ruge woke up with a start and couldn't help sweating on his back. Liu Sanqing's shadow appeared in his mind again, from wearing white clothes to covered with bloodstains. From gentle and elegant to full of horror.
Look at the sky again,
It was getting dark. There was a spot of light shining. Ying Ruge raised her head and stared at the spot of light. The spot of light was getting closer and closer. As she got closer, it was just a ray of light, a white light that cut through the dark sky.
The sky behind the white light was clearly clear just now, but in an instant it was covered with dark clouds, with occasional bright yellow flashes, and then there was thunder. Ying Ruge also smiled bitterly. Looking at this posture, is it really that another monster is about to break through?
It is really unfair. If my cultivation level has not been conferred by my master, at this time, I would think that I would be able to step into that realm. But it is also interesting to think about it. In the past, only one or two of the cultivation levels that caused heavenly calamity were achieved in more than ten years.
.And during these days, in Jinling or Mo County, Ying Ruge saw the vision of heaven and earth three or four times. If Kuimulang Na's forced karma was included, it would really be the fifth level of Hongmeng, like a green vegetable and a radish.
It's a pity, it's a pity that my piece of pork has never turned into a vegetable and a radish.
There was no time to pay attention to whether it was the normal weather of the heaven and earth, or a strange phenomenon caused by a catastrophe. The white light from before was closer, and the shooting speed did not slow down at all. Ying Ruge instinctively dodged and narrowly avoided it.
When the white light saw Ying Ruge flashing to one side, it immediately changed its angle and ran towards Ying Ruge again. It was the first time that Ying Ruge saw such a scene, and she didn't know where the white light came from, so she used her body skills to avoid it again.
The white light had no time to turn back this time, and was about to hit the stone wall if there was another gap. At this time, a white shadow flew out of Ying Ruge's body and jumped towards the white light.
Ying Ruge looked around and saw that the white figure was none other than Liu Sanqing whom he was recalling earlier.
Liu Sanqing was hit by the white light, and he screamed in pain instantly. Seeing this, Ying Ruge wanted to recall Liu Sanqing, no matter how hard he activated the method, it didn't work.
Just when Ying Ruge was about to activate her immortal power, she heard a weak voice. It was Liu Sanqing who made the voice.
"Ruge, don't come here!"
Looking at Liu Sanqing again, he still looked in pain, but when he opened his mouth, Ying Ruge didn't dare to make any more moves. It was like this for nearly half an hour before he gradually relaxed.
Seeing that Liu Sanqing seemed fine, Ying Ruge looked confused and asked: "Sanqing, is your soul and body safe?"
Liu Sanqing looked at Ying Ruge, his eyes were still pure white, without a hint of black, and he smiled, bitterly and helplessly.
"Ru Ge, Ru Ge, you are a cultivator of immortality in vain. Such fate comes to you, but you avoid it time and time again."
When Ying Ruge heard it, she felt a little confused, so she had to close her eyes and feel it carefully. As expected, what jumped into Liu Sanqing's body was truly an immortal destiny.
Missing such an opportunity, Ying Ruge did not feel regretful. He asked: "Sanqing, do you think there has been any change?"
Liu Sanqing was not surprised that there was no regret in Ying Ruge's tone. He closed his eyes and felt it again, and then said: "Ru Ge, when you really cross the threshold of cultivating immortals, I may be able to ascend to heaven and become a meditator.
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When Ying Ruge heard it, she was overjoyed, but then she couldn't help but frown.
What does it mean to truly cross the threshold of cultivating immortality? Is it to enter the realm of colorlessness, which is rare in the world, or a level above colorlessness?
Seeing Ying Ruge's doubts, Liu Sanqing explained: "The so-called colorless in the world cannot be regarded as a real step. Colorless is nothing more than the immortal building the foundation. Only the golden elixir can be regarded as entering the Tao."
Ying Ruge finally understood. Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, and the golden elixir were all in the human world but had not been named. She probably became a guest of the golden elixir and no longer belonged to the human world.
"It doesn't matter, if you practice well in the future, you will definitely enter that great path."
Liu Sanqing nodded and saw that the sky was getting darker. The dark clouds in the sky were not easy to distinguish because they were darkening or had dissipated. They had nothing to do with them, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
He spoke again and said: "Ru Ge, there is no moon tonight, would you like to try it?"
Ying Ruge also understood what Liu Sanqing said. On a moonless night, not only Mo Ming, but also Ying Ruge's cultivation would change, which was extremely terrifying. But Ying Ruge's change did not lie in martial arts, but in his immortal ability. If
With his great power, he may try to restart "Yin Yang Strategy".
Everyone in the world thinks that the Ghost Controlling Master of Muhan Tower can be used as a powerful weapon to destroy the city. Linghu Changkong is the sword master, and the Ghost Controlling Master Ying Ruge is ridiculously said to be the city destroying master.
What people don't know is that Ying Ruge masters a university and can control hundreds of ghosts, so he can control ghosts.
The foundation of controlling ghosts is this "Yin Yang Strategy".
Yan Xiao got angry and sealed Ying Ruge's cultivation level in the past. The main reason was to seal his talent as a ghost. The ordinary martial arts cultivation level was sealed by chance. It was not Yan Xiao's original intention.
Ying Ruge couldn't help but feel happy at the thought of being able to unblock the Yin Yang Strategy. Although his cultivation had not improved over the years, he clearly felt that his accumulation of Qi Yuan and Immortal Roots had not stagnated. If the Yin Yang Strategy was restarted today, who knows how much martial arts cultivation he would have achieved?
With the cultivation of Immortal Dao, can we break through the realm one step further than in the past?
It was dark after all. In the dark night, on the territory of the Daye Empire, there were still white lights piercing the night and shooting down one after another. As for where these white lights shot down and who got the opportunity, it is impossible to verify one by one.
And those people who have won the fate of immortality may be ordinary people or have great names. After the moonless night, their legends will surely begin or continue. As for their legends, let others be storytellers and comment.