Jun Ruyu

Jiang Cheng stood there with his head held high, his expression indifferent.

"He is...his identity is somewhat complicated." Lan Xichen was about to introduce further when Mo Xuanyu stopped him.

Mo Xuanyu said calmly, it's better for Sect Master Jiang not to know.

Mo Zhuliu also suddenly became nervous.Indeed, the Wen Ruohan in this world is cruel and bloody. He once bloodbathed Yunmeng Lianhuawu, and this young man is probably Jiang Fengmian's orphan. If he finds out that there are people from the Wen family here, he will be red-eyed.Fortunately, during the previous introduction, Lan Xichen did not reveal the identity of his Wen family. After all, the fewer people who know now, the better.

Lan Xichen was a little puzzled, but according to his personality, he wouldn't say too much.Just at this time, someone came to greet him, and the two of them took advantage of the opportunity to talk aside.Mo Zhuliu took a quick look, he was from the Jin family.

Just now when Mo Xuanyu retorted, Jiang Cheng's face turned dark immediately.With a mocking "Oh?", he raised his hand, and purple lightning burst out from his hand from time to time. When he looked closely, the source was the magic weapon in his hand.

"This is—!" Mo Zhuliu took a step forward in shock.

"What is it?" Jiang Cheng grasped the clue, narrowed his eyes, and asked dangerously.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Mo Zhuliu quickly shut up, but Jiang Cheng's current state could not help him refuse, so he could only explain: "That silver ring, I remember, is the magic weapon of Meishan Yu Ziyuan."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng glanced at him inexplicably, and said slowly, "This was indeed my mother's magic weapon."

"Then you are the child of Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan...!" Mo Zhuliu couldn't hold back his voice.

What he said was nonsense to others.

But for Mo Liuliu, meeting the son of an old friend was a very happy thing.

Jiang Cheng finally felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Who are you?"

At this moment, Mo Xuanyu took a step forward and stood in front of Mo Zhuliu.He met the eyes of the Three Poison Master without fear, and said in a deep voice: "He is from a certain time and space in the past, and his name is Mo Zhuliu."

"Mo... Zhuliu?!" Jiang Cheng opened his eyes wide suddenly, his expression suddenly became terrified, but hindered by the many people coming and going today, he could only growl in a low voice: "Is it the alchemy hand...?! "

Mo Xuanyu said, yes.

Jiang Cheng restrained himself from pulling the skirt of the person in front of him, suppressing his anger, his eyeballs were bloodshot all around. "What's the matter, you and Hanguang-jun are good people and keep this dog by your side?!"

"Listen to me, Jiang Cheng." Mo Xuanyu's expression looked a little sad, but more calm and determined, "He is a person from the past, do you understand that in the time and space he lives in, there is nothing It didn’t happen, which also means that anything can happen. If such a miracle can happen around us at that time, maybe Uncle Jiang and others can be saved.”

Jiang Cheng's face was full of resentment and disbelief.

He murmured: "Are you crazy... are you crazy, Wei Wuxian."

"I'm not crazy."

The person who clearly bore the name of Mo Xuanyu was replaced by Wei Wuxian.

Mo Zhuliu vaguely heard Jin Ling calling that name:

The ancestor of Yiling, Wei Wuxian.

That's probably another story.

Mo Zhuliu knew that the longer he stayed in this time and space, the greater the danger.So he took the initiative to find Lan Xichen, and when he found him, the other party was still chatting with the young man in Jin Xingxuelang robe.

When Lan Xichen saw him coming, he introduced that this is the patriarch of the Jin family, Jin Guangyao.

The man's smile was extremely friendly, and no one else could find the slightest flaw.

Probably because the other party was the one who killed Wen Ruohan. Although Wen Ruohan deserved to die, Mo Zhuliu still subconsciously rejected this person.

"My... Zhao Li is a new student of the Gusu Lan Sect. He has met Sect Master Jin." Mo Zhuliu opened his mouth and made up an identity.

Lan Xichen also understood him, and echoed, "This young man is very interested in folk tales and legends. No, I saw that he was talented, so I wanted to lend him that book, which I lent you to A Yao earlier. Yes, remember?"

Jin Guangyao nodded, and said softly: "Of course I remember, Second Brother, please wait a moment, I will send someone to fetch it."

After ordering the servants, they sat down on the stone bench beside them.

When Mo Zhuliu thought that he would be able to find the secret of the space-time enchantment later, he became so excited that he couldn't calm down.

The guests coming and going in the square were still greeting each other, Jin Guangyao watched with a smile, but suddenly said: "Young Master Zhao."

Jin Guangyao asked: "Young Master Zhao is normal, do you like to collect jade?"

Mo Zhuliu saw the other party's sincere face, as if he really just wanted to chat, so he replied: "I was a little interested in this when I was young."

"I see that the piece of scarlet jade on Mr. Zhao's body is of extraordinary background, can you share a little bit with me?"

"This jade..." Mo Zhuliu paused, just about to say that he bought it from a vendor, when Jin Guangyao said in an envious tone:

"If you guessed right, this is Nan Hongyu, right?"

Mo Zhuliu's heart sank, and he said, maybe.

"It is the rarest jade in the world, because it is refined from the ghost bird's eye of the Yiling Mass Burial Mound. Before the mass burial mound was occupied by the Yiling ancestors, not everyone could get it. From what I've heard so far..."

Jin Guangyao began to explain on his own, and suddenly smiled lightly as he spoke, and continued, "Only Wen Ruohan, the Patriarch of the Wen Sect in Qishan Mountain, ventured in to hunt and kill the ghost bird, and he was only able to practice it once." piece..."

Jin Guangyao seemed to be immersed in memories, and it sounded like he was very fond of Nan Hongyu.Mo Zhuliu was suddenly cold.

This person... is not ordinary.Don't think about it.At least he won't be as gentle as he appears on the surface.

Also, who is Wen Ruohan, even if all the Taoist sects united, they have not been able to hit him, so how could he be pierced by a young man with a sword.

Mo Zhuliu couldn't understand that Wen Ruohan was always vigilant towards those around him and never let them get close, but Jin Guangyao was able to get close to Wen Ruohan, and even found opportunities to draw his sword and successfully assassinate him, which shows that their relationship is absolutely extraordinary...

What did Jin Guangyao mean when he said these words?

Lan Xichen didn't know Mo Zhuliu's true identity, so he couldn't help him. He thought the two had a good chat, so he didn't bother him, and just teased and watched the bird in the cage.

Fortunately, at this time, the servant brought the book just now, Jin Guangyao took it, and smiled at Mo Zhuliu: "It's rare to meet someone with the same interest. If Mr. Zhao has any thoughts about this book in the future, you can come to Jin Guangyao Lintai, discuss and communicate with me."

Mo Zhuliu leaned over to salute, raised his hand to take it, and said, "Thank you Lianfang."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Lan Xichen asked Mo Zhuliu to go to Lan Zhan and the others, while he talked to Jin Guangyao himself.

Mo Zhuliu took the book and followed the crowd into the hall, then asked the servants, went to a courtyard where no one was there, opened the book and began to search anxiously.

"right here."

Mo Zhuliu was concentrating on reading the content described in the book silently, and he didn't know how long the time had passed.

...In Tonglu Mountain, the priests fought each other, breaking the barrier between heaven and earth.This world cannot be entered without the right time and place, and those without predestined relationship cannot enter.Going back and forth from the heart, drawing the ground as the boundary...

Mo Zhuliu carefully recalled the process of falling into the enchantment and the scene when he first appeared in this world.

And those strange pictures that flashed in my mind when I was in the enchantment.

It seemed that somewhere, there was a thread pulling him.

The screams of men and women appeared in his mind, the fire engulfed the building in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, he was already in the fire. He wanted to escape, but he could only lie on the window, with nowhere to go.

Help.he shouted.

He was at a high level, and the people below were filled with darkness.

Someone shouted to him from below, telling him to jump.

He glanced at the fire behind him, closed his eyes, turned over and jumped off——

jingle.jingle.

In front of his father, Zhao Taishou, was a fortune teller.

The white beard is sparse, and the eyes are sharp.

The fortune teller shook his head, and slowly said a series of words:

Aquatic wood.Wood makes a fire.Fire gave birth to earth.

Mutual generation and mutual restraint, the cycle goes on and on.

This is fate, fate.

……

"It's on fire! Put out the fire!" The screams of the servants in the backyard brought Mo Zhuliu back to reality.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a raging fire burning in the main hall, and hundreds of soldiers were in a commotion, and they vaguely heard them shouting "Seize Yiling Patriarch".

Mo Zhuliu was still ringing in his ears, and when he stood up, he almost fell to his knees.

He shook his head vigorously, grabbed the book and ran towards the road he had to pass when he came.

Wei Wuxian, who was seriously injured on Lan Zhan's back, was running away, and it was the first time Mo Zhuliu saw him with such a fluctuating expression.

Mo Zhuliu stopped them, Lan Zhan paused, frowned slightly, and immediately raised Bichen Sword.

Wei Wuxian was on his back, his eyes half-opened weakly.

Mo Zhuliu said: "It turns out that you are the child of Mr. Wei." Seeing the other party was stunned, he smiled again: "Your father and Mr. Jiang Fengmian treated me very well. I am not lucky in this life. Met the two of them."

"This is Mr. Qingheng's book, please return it to him for me and thank him." Mo Zhuliu handed the book to Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan took it silently.

"Finally, thank you for your willingness to believe in me."

Seeing the figures of the two going away, Mo Zhuliu heard the pursuers rushing behind him, so he turned around and palmed luck at the same time.

He felt the aura continuously pouring up, and for a moment, the air around him also rolled up.

"who!"

The pursuer was blocked by him, and he raised his sword and stood in front of his chest, shouting menacingly.

"Wait...that's..."

Among the crowd, an older generation of monks immediately recognized it sharply:

"...The Wen family's alchemy hand?!"

The raging fire swept in, and Jinlin Terrace fell into a sea of ​​flames.

The author has something to say:

The outline is over, and the pit filling continues.

It's time to go back and deal with Wen Ruohan.