Zhu Yinuo instantly recognized who this young master was. If it was as the master said, this was his state of mind, and this young master was his heart knot, then why would his heart knot be his cousin, Mo Ming?
?
He should have recognized this figure earlier, but in the end, he recognized his heart knot because of Mo Yujian, which was shaped like a ruler.
At this time, the situation did not allow him to hesitate. Xin Hua Mo Ming held Mo Yu's sword and struck with a sword. Zhu Yinuo grasped it casually in panic, only to feel that he had grasped the hilt of a sword. Looking down, he saw that he was holding the sword.
, it turned out that he had just played with it for a long time and then disappeared.
Xin Hua Mo Ming's sword was about to pierce Zhu Yinuo's eyebrows. Zhu Yinuo moved his wrist and the sword collapsed, causing Xin Hua Mo Ming to fly away.
Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but frown. He never imagined that his sword could be so powerful.
But Xin Hua Mo Ming seemed to be pushing hard with his feet in the air, and there seemed to be an invisible wall in the air as his focus.
Xin Hua Mo Ming flew over again. Zhu Yinuo already understood that what was in front of him was just his own heart knot, and his eyes showed excitement. Because the person fighting with him at this moment was not someone else, but his cousin, that Renren
The praising young master of the Mo family, Mo Ming.
Zhu Yinuo desperately wanted to know how big the gap between himself and his cousin was.
Then the sword came out, and nine stars flew down on the white wolf to escape the water.
But strangely, Xin Hua Mo Ming did not dodge or dodge, and still faced his thin horse sword. Zhu Yinuo had distracting thoughts in his heart, and his wrist shook slightly. At this time, Xin Hua Mo Ming also drew his sword.
His Mo Yujian touched Zhu Yinuo's thin horse, and the blade slid down. When he got closer, Xin Hua Mo Ming kicked Zhu Yinuo four or five feet away.
Zhu Yinuo hit the ground hard and should have been thrown into the lake, but the surface of the lake was also strange. If ripples hadn't spread out in circles, he would have thought that the place where he fell was an iron plate.
Zhu Yinuo groaned, and before he could rub the sore spot, Xin Hua Mo Ming struck again with his sword. Zhu Yinuo stood up like a carp, then pushed forward with his feet and jumped to one side.
He just took two steps, and there were threats behind him. Looking back, he recognized this move. This heart transformed into Mo Ming, and he actually used Mo Yu's sword technique Fu Zi Ling, which even Mo Ming rarely used.
Without enough time to dodge, Zhu Yinuo was hit in the back by Fu Ziling. The sword energy passed through his body and hit the lake in front of him.
Zhu Yinuo's throat felt sweet and he vomited a mouthful of blood. Then his steps became chaotic and he fell to his knees.
But how could the heart-melting Mo Ming give him a chance to breathe? He quickly attacked again and slashed with his sword. What he was using at this moment was no longer the Mohist swordsmanship.
A ray of sword energy shot out and exploded into thousands of sword qi, which shot towards Zhu Yinuo like sharp arrows.
This was clearly a move urged by Zhong Xihou, as if he was summoning the wind to dance. Zhu Yinuo was slow to react at the moment, and in the next moment, thousands of arrows pierced his heart.
Although it was a dream, the pain was extremely clear.
Zhu Yinuo bent his knees and knelt down on the lake. The thin horse fell off his hand, but it fell straight into the lake.
The corners of Zhu Yinuo's mouth were flowing with blood, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and doubts. He was the most
Chu Yi's sword was able to defeat this knot in his heart that was similar to Mo Ming's, but why did he lose the ability to resist after that?
The heart-turning ink tea no longer came forward, but stood on the same spot. The pitch black color turned into blood red again. With a horizontal move of Mo Yu's sword in his hand, it returned to its original folding fan shape.
"My heart is as calm as water!"
When these four words were spoken in a voice so old and old, it seemed as if the voice was coming from all directions and echoed for a long time.
The twilight old Heavenly Master walked over, and with every step he took, the blood-red color on the lake faded a bit. Until the old Heavenly Master walked in front of Zhu Yinuo, the blood-red lake water returned to its original clear appearance.
The white clouds are falling, and there are two people on the lake. The old man is standing, and the young man is kneeling with his knees bent.
After a long silence, Zhu Yinuo, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke first. He seemed to be emotionally broken and discouraged.
"Master, my disciple will never be able to keep up with Mo Ming in this lifetime."
Hearing the word Mo Ming, the old Heavenly Master shook his head, and then said: "The phoenix breaks the precept of killing, the phoenix is on the path of a ghost. The two figures follow each other, and the emperor's words are free."
Zui Yinuo couldn't understand what the old Heavenly Master said, and his eyes were full of doubts. But the old Heavenly Master stroked his beard and smiled, and then said: "You have leaked the secret of heaven, you can't do it, you can't violate it..."
Master Tian no longer paid attention to Zhu Yinuo's puzzled look, and his eyes showed tenderness again, saying: "My child, Master can't give you much, so I will keep you here in Mengdie. If you can be sincere one day, it will be so comforting."
The spirit of your master Mu Zhitu is in heaven..."
The old master waved his sleeve again, and the sleeve once again blocked Zhu Yinuo's sight.
Facing the familiar action, Zhu Yinuo seemed to know what was going to happen next, and said hurriedly: "Master, my disciple still has doubts..."
After all, the words were not finished. When Zhu Yinuo's sight returned, the vast lake disappeared, and the heart-melting ink tea could no longer be found.
Zhu Yinuo looked around and saw that his master, the Heavenly Master, had disappeared. Looking again, he found that Kui Mulang's body was also missing from the dilapidated martial arts hall.
All that is left in Nuo Da's martial arts performance hall is a pile of swords inserted into the floor and walls. Not far from the door, there is also the Xindu sacred object, the giant sword.
Zhu Yinuo sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, but no matter how hard he meditated, he could no longer enter his own state of mind, the place that the Heavenly Master called Dream Butterfly.
Zhu Yinuo never noticed that there was no more rain dripping from the holes in the roof, and the rain that was falling rapidly outside the house had stopped at some point.
But high in the sky, the old Celestial Master, still wearing the robe of a Celestial Master, with white beard and white hair, but whose face and skin once again transformed into that of a young man, stepped on the floating clouds.
The body of Kuimulang lying quietly on the clouds could no longer be seen as human. A boy with a transparent body, no more than four or five years old, and a tiger-like head stood up from Kuimulang's body.
When the boy saw the Heavenly Master, his eyes showed fear, which later turned into guilt. The transparent boy knelt down and bowed to the Heavenly Master, and said in a sweet voice: "Disciple pays homage to the Master."
When the Heavenly Master saw the boy, he showed a kind smile on his face, raised his hand slightly, and said that the boy was lifted up by a gust of wind.
The old Heavenly Master said in a gentle voice: "You know the way, you and I are our masters."
I haven’t seen you for a long time.”
The boy's young face was full of shame, but after all, it was a boy's smiling face, and with such an expression, it looked quite interesting.
The old Heavenly Master was amused by the boy's appearance, and smiled happily, and then said: "You know the way, life is full of joys, and when you wake up in spring, it turns out to be empty. The beauty in the world of mortals is like smoke, the clouds are clear and the breeze is clear in a smile
.You have committed countless sins during your lifetime. If you enter the Eastern Yin Realm and sincerely repent, even if the time is long, a hundred years or a thousand years, it will eventually come to an end."
The boy's brows furrowed, but after all, he looked like a boy, and there was no sadness on his face, only a cute and interesting look on his face.
The old Heavenly Master laughed, and then said: "Zhidu, although your disciple is immature, it is difficult for a young dragon to transform into a dragon unless it crosses the thunder pond. You have done enough for him. There is something that I don't understand as a master, you
Maybe talk about it?”
The boy nodded his big head vigorously, telling his master to just tell him and he would answer truthfully.
The old Heavenly Master nodded and continued: "Zhitu, I would like to ask you, why did Mu Zhitu commit such a heinous crime?"
The boy did not hesitate and replied: "Wu Zhitu wanted to kill all the evil people in the world, but he killed so many people that he finally couldn't suppress his inner demons and turned into a massacre."
The old Heavenly Master nodded, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Then why did Mu Zhitu change his name to Kui Mulang, and how did Kui Mulang contain his murderous intention?"
The boy still answered directly: "People have thousands of faces. They are the face of a venerable person, the face of a sword master, and the face of a city. Even if your hands are bloody, you still have good thoughts in your heart and should be led back to the right path."
Hearing the boy's answer, the Heavenly Master nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Why did you forget the Zhang family's magic?"
This time the boy hesitated, biting his lower lip with his upper teeth, hesitating for a long time, and finally replied: "The sea of blood is surging, and there is no way back, so I forgot."
After hearing the answer, the old Heavenly Master had a sad face and said sadly: "You know the way, you know the way. As my teacher is old, sooner or later I will be unable to compete with the laws of heaven and earth. Your sinful debt is implicated, and it has nothing to do with my teacher. But
For you, it's about the chance of reincarnation. Know the way, know the way, why are you so stupid?"
The boy grinned, but his big grape-like eyes shed tears unconsciously.
The crying voice still sounded like milk, and said: "Master, I know I was wrong."
The old Heavenly Master looked at this child and realized that he could not achieve the state of "the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs". In the end, he still felt partiality when facing his disciples.
The old Heavenly Master shook his head and sighed, and then said: "In this case, I will personally send you to the Dongyin Realm!"
The Heavenly Master reached out his hand, but the boy hurriedly dodged. The Heavenly Master was puzzled and frowned.
The boy knelt on the ground again and said firmly: "Master, I still have some unfinished business. I hope Master will complete it."
The Heavenly Master took back his hand. After all these years, he still couldn't change the bad habit that almost destroyed his Taoist heart. Even though it was related to his own Dao, the Heavenly Master still decided to favor his disciples one more time.
Seeing that the Heavenly Master was silent, the boy hesitated for a while, and finally said with an unprecedented firmness: "Master, please send this disciple to Ruge's side and be his spiritual attendant!"