Ying Ruge smiled slightly and then greeted: "Brother, long time no see."
Hearing Ying Ruge still call her brother, Mo Ming grinned, but he had been slovenly for some time. Not to mention the sour smell on his body, just the smell coming out of his mouth, it was really unbearable. Ying Ruge
For a moment, she frowned slightly and couldn't cover her nose with her hands, which made her look quite embarrassed. Mo Ming also looked embarrassed when she saw the small movements of her twin brother.
He stood up, smiled at Ying Ruge again, and said, "Please wait here as a brother for a while, and come back as soon as you go."
Mo Ming walked to the backyard. His golden sword was still placed on the broken wooden table in the corner. Ying Ruge looked at the sword in fascination. She turned her right hand into a claw and moved Nayun Hand, and the sword was directly grabbed from the air.
Came over.
There was also a martial artist eating in the shop, and when he saw Ying Ruge's hand, he couldn't help but marvel. He wanted to get closer, but he also thought about the sloppy drunkard in the tavern, and was afraid that Ying Ruge and the sloppy drunkard were from the same place, that is.
Dismissed my thoughts.
Holding the sword in his hand, Ying Ruge looked at it carefully. Naturally, he had not looked at the Zen Taoist secret carefully, let alone the Zen Taoist secret that turned from pitch black to gold. He gently pressed the sword with his hand, and the sword
A faint golden light emitted. Then a transparent figure appeared next to the table. Ying Ruge looked at it and couldn't help but frown again.
This man was slender, dressed in white, and his face was somewhat similar to his own. He was gentle and elegant, like a scholar. The man in white bowed to Ying Ruge, and then sat where Mo Ming had originally sat.
The man in white spoke first. Not only did he have a similar appearance, even his voice was somewhat similar to his own and that of Mo Ming. He said, "My young master, I haven't seen you for a while."
Little master?
Hearing such a title, Ying Ruge couldn't help but be startled.
Seeing Ying Ruge's expression, the man in white laughed. The people around him didn't look over, as if they couldn't see or hear the man in white. Ying Ruge tried to communicate with her heart,
Said: "Your Excellency, is that black dragon?"
The man in white nodded and continued: "Young master, just call me Tianji. I am just the sword spirit of this Zen Taoist Tianji. I once followed the ancestors of the Bai family to fight, but later fell into the devil's path for various reasons, and was sealed in the Deep Pond.
middle."
"Is that so? Those immortals didn't take you away, that's fine."
Tianji laughed again and continued: "Little Master, you are worrying too much. If they take Tianji to the sky, they will be the only ones who are unlucky. After all, it is not easy for the adults in the world to interfere, but in the sky, it is the one who
Your Majesty has the final say."
"That lord?"
In the face of the inquiry, Tianji did not answer. He reminded Ying Ruge: "Little master, there is a white-feathered phoenix that was sealed in the deep pool with Tianji. Little master, do you still remember it?"
Ying Ruge nodded, why didn't he remember that white-feathered phoenix? After all, an orthodox fire phoenix like Qu'er would still be at a disadvantage even if he resisted in person.
"Even if Tianji makes trouble, it will only be temporary and won't cause much trouble. But that white-feathered phoenix is not simple. Tianji can't sense where the white-feathered phoenix is now. It's just that, if she is willing, maybe
, this secular world will return to the rampage of demons and ghosts, and order will be chaotic again."
I don’t know if Tianji’s words are a bit alarmist, but I also saw Yingru Geyan.
Feeling distrustful, Tianji laughed again, and then said: "Although the young master is an immortal cultivator, he is still a young disciple after all. How many years ago, this continent was also a place where gods and demons fought. Immortals and ghost cultivators gathered together.
, until the appearance of that great man drove away a large number of enlightened people, making the world become as dull as it is now."
Ying Ruge nodded. He believed in Tianji's words. For a person like him who practices martial arts, studies Taoism, and cultivates immortality, those ancient books recording the deeds related to the Yin and Yang Dao of martial arts are very popular among people in the world today.
It seems that the ancients exaggerated. But Ying Ruge was different from other people in the world. There were too many monster-like characters around him.
"So, what will happen if we leave that white-feathered phoenix alone?"
Tianji frowned at this moment, a little worried, and took a long breath and said: "That is, the door to the underworld is open, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night. The animals and plants take the essence of the heaven and earth and transform into monsters. In the same way, people in the secular world and righteous people cultivate immortality
, the evil ones are evil. Troubled times will arise, that’s all.”
That's all Tianji said, but Ying Ruge's heart twitched when he heard it. Tianji had experienced a weird era in the world, and in the world where Ying Ruge lived, those who cultivated immortals were immortals.
The two of them had not been talking for long when a handsome young man wearing a black robe and with wet hair came over. When he got closer, he saw Zheng Huan talking to Ying Ruge and Tianji. This handsome young man also had a smile on his face. He
I sat on the other side of Ying Ruge. It was already hot, and wearing such a black robe was naturally very stuffy. I rolled up my sleeves, poured a bowl of water, and drank it all in one gulp, which made me feel more comfortable.
Maybe Mo Ming had just rubbed the mud off his body too hard, and his bare forearms were covered with red marks and broken skin. Or maybe it was because this shabby tavern did not have a special beard trimmer, and his face was covered with stubble.
Although the stubble was shaved clean, there was a trace of blood on the chin area.
A little embarrassed, at least everyone has cleaned up, and the disgusting sour smell is gone. The handsome young master Mo Ming appeared in front of everyone again.
"Changkong, this is heaven's secret. Heaven's secret, this is..."
Mo Ming wanted to help this man introduce himself to the Sword Spirit, but halfway through, he didn't know how to introduce Ying Ruge. Tianji laughed and said, "Sword Master, there is no need to introduce him, Tianji can feel the warmth of the little master.
Breath. It's just a title. It's not that important. Just like the former owner of Tianji's surname was Bai, and the sword master's surname was Mo. It's the same thing."
Mo Ming was stunned for a moment, smiled awkwardly, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Yes."
Mo Ming is the sword master of Tianji, and Ying Ruge is an immortal cultivator. In addition, both of them practice Taoism, so it is normal for them to be able to see Tianji, but other people in the shabby tavern are also puzzled when they see Mo Ming nagging like this.
It's a pity that the handsome young man in black is so handsome, but he is an idiot.
Tianji stood up, cupped his fists and saluted the two of them, and then said, "Tianji will step aside, so as not to disturb the two masters' reminiscences."
As the words fell, Tianji's figure gradually faded until it completely disappeared.
Mo Ming looked at Ying Ruge, but then thought of something, hesitated a little, and said: "Changkong, my dear brother, I don't even know how to call you."
Ying Ruge also laughed like the sword spirit Tianji, and then said: "As Tianji said just now, no matter what the surname is, there is only one name. Brother, you are used to the sky, so let's go to the sky."
Mo Ming nodded and looked at the clear water in the bowl with a sad and guilty expression. He hesitated for a few moments before finally speaking: "Changkong, brother, I know that the Mo family owes you a lot. After all, blood is thicker than water. Changkong, if it's up to you,
Sword master of the Mo family, are you willing to return..."
Mo Ming didn't raise his head, nor did he finish his words. In the corner of his eye, Ying Ruge shook his head as he shawled his shoulders. He raised his head, with an embarrassed look on his face. Also, if he were Ying Ruge today, maybe he would bring the power of the wind and clouds with him.
, destroying the Mo family. But Changkong didn't do this. He also changed his identity and regarded himself as his elder brother.
Mo Ming took another sip of water and said, "My brother's name is Xuan Tu. Do you understand the meaning?"
Ying Ruge knew that Mo Ming was also called Mo Xuantu, but she really didn't know the meaning, so she just shook her head.
Mo Ming wanted to speak, but no sound came out. He drank all the remaining water in the bowl before continuing: "Ming, it's sweet tea. Tu, it's bitter tea. Xuan Tu, it's the bitter tea that no one cares about.
Originally, I should call my brother Mo Ming, and Changkong, you should be called Mo Tu."
"Mo Tu?"
Ying Ruge repeated these two words softly, and then smiled. This smile was not sarcastic, just a bitter smile. He actually still had a name. He had never thought about returning the Mo family that he had abandoned.
I left my name.
"Changkong, you can blame the Mo family, but I hope you don't blame your father and mother. They are also helpless..."
Still not finishing her words, Ying Ruge still shook her head. Ying Ruge also drank all the water in the bowl in one breath. She was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Since there is no love, how can there be hatred? Maybe,
When I was born, I was supposed to face death. But, they gave me a chance to live. I survived, I became Ying Ruge and Linghu Changkong, but brother, I
It is impossible to become Mo Tu in your whole life."
Mo Ming smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Tea is both sweet and bitter, and people are ordinary. The Mo family owes you a lot."
Mo Ming wanted to speak, but finally opened his mouth and said nothing more. Mo Ming changed the subject, and the two talked about a lot of trivial things. About their miserable childhoods, about traveling around the world, and about being lucky despite almost death.
The thing about survival is naturally also about women.
Mo Ming persuaded Ying Ruge to marry Qin Yue'er as soon as possible, lest such a fairy girl become someone else's wife. Ying Ruge countered that it had been some years since Mo Ming got married, and she hadn't given him any nephews or nieces. If it weren't for the two of them,
Are you sick? If so, there is Peach Blossom Temple not far away. You can go and seek treatment from the Peach Blossom Fairy.
Somehow, the two brothers almost started fighting while chatting. The reason for the fight was very interesting. They were actually bragging about their swordsmanship. Mo Ming was ranked on the Qingfeng Ranking, and Ying Ru
Ge Ze said that he had broken hundreds of swords. The two of them were more and more competitive, and they were both going to have a fight outside and beat one of them down before coming back in.
Suddenly they smelled the aroma of food, and the two stopped arguing.
Following the scent, Mo Qu'er, who was wearing a cat-ear bun and a bun, walked quickly with a big wooden plate. She put the big wooden plate on the table, and when she saw that Mo Ming was finally willing to take care of herself, she felt something in her heart.
Overjoyed, her little face also showed a smile like a delicate flower. But then she looked at Ying Ruge, who was dressed in red. Apart from her face being a bit more resolute and a bit darker than Mo Ming's, there was no other difference.