Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

Lord Mojun has never paid attention to the affairs of the Central Plains. He has been away from the Central Plains for many years, and he wanted to forget it.The feeling of resentment and resentment when he left was a bit ridiculous when he thought about it now. Mr. Mojun slowly let go of the things of the past, but he still didn't want to go back.

When he went to the Central Plains before, he encountered something that made him unhappy.

Huai'an, the name after Chang'an moved to the city.

This name is both strange and familiar to Mr. Mojun. What is strange is that this city is far from Chang'an in his memory, and many things are no longer there.

And familiar, because this name was chosen by Lord Demon Lord himself.

Lord Mojun couldn't describe that feeling, he had mixed feelings, recalling the old man, nostalgic for the past, and regret and resentment.

Lord Mojun is very satisfied with the barren land, no one knows him in this place, no one will come to surround him with the banner of punishing rape and eradicating evil, and there will be no group of people who claim to be merciful and generous ask him to put down the butcher knife.

The place is backwards, but also simple.

Lord Mojun thought that he would not go out in a short time, but he traded with the Netherworld, although he was forced by him, since ancient times, he had to pay a price for dealing with ghosts and gods.

The wish of the Nether World is to find the ghost king. Lord Mojun saw that their ability to dig water canals and build roads is not bad, so he is in a good mood and plans to fulfill his promise.

The ghosts were so grateful that they even ignored the work in their hands, and tried to reach out their dark ghost hands to grab Lord Mojun's sleeve: "Thank you, my lord! My lord! I will leave the king to you!"

Lord Mojun silently avoided their hands, and gave them a look of distaste.

I don't know why, looking at these dark things, he always feels that these ghosts haven't been cleaned, and he always feels a little disgusted.

Lord Mojun doesn't want to get his clothes dirty.

There is no Weaver Girl who can make clothes for him in the barren land.

"Okay, okay." Lord Mojun waved his hand, "What is the ghost king's name in the world?"

All the ghosts: "I don't know."

Lord Mojun: "...Identity?"

The ghosts shook their heads: "I don't know."

Lord Demon Monarch: "..."

The ghosts looked at Lord Mojun in horror and slowly showed a sinister smile: "Then what do you want me to look for?"

All the ghosts trembled: "My lord, the king is your twin!" How could you not find it!

Lord Mojun: "..." It's embarrassing, this is an accident.

Lord Mojun didn't know how to tell these ghosts that he couldn't perceive the location of the ghost king.

Because he is not a complete wild lord at all.

Lord Mojun touched his left wrist unconsciously, but this is the end of the matter...

"I... will find it for you."

For some reason, the ghosts could hear the taste of bearing the burden of humiliation from this sentence.

Lord Demon Lord set off again.

The evil ghost didn't dare to be lazy, and wanted to finish repairing the road quickly so that he could return to the Netherworld to nest, but the efficiency was much higher.

So people in the barren land can see the daytime, no one is doing the construction, the road surface is getting smoother, and occasionally there is a cold wind blowing.

"..."

How should I put it...it's kind of weird.

Lord Mojun seriously began to count the things he was looking for.

First of all, I have to find some farming books for the barren land, just find more books, and find some for fish, animal husbandry, workers and farmers.

When the barren land develops, there are clusters of trees, and lakes and rivers are not a dream, all these things are needed.

Then I have to find a transformation book for the group of demon cultivators who are a little bit advanced, so that they can be divided into branches like the Central Plains.

The secret realm also needs a lot of things to add...

You can also find more spiritual plants to come in and raise the spiritual veins, if it can last...

Wait, what is he here for?

The Forgotten Ghost King: "..."

Lord Mojun flew with his sword, and regretted it within a few days.

What did he come out for?

The ghost king has no shadow at all, and he doesn't know the ghost king either.

Is it just so blindly looking?

When Lord Mojun was contemplating, the spirit sword, which was rarely taken out to play with, began to shift silently. It was afraid of being discovered by the master, so it moved a little and looked at the master, watching the master happily heading towards its goal without any reaction walk.

When Lord Mojun came back to his senses, Huai'an was already in front of him.

"..."

Lord Mojun looked at the spirit sword under his feet, and began to think about whether to throw it away again.

Lingjian came up crying and rubbing against his clothes coquettishly and cutely, wrapping it around his waist in a fawning manner.

Lord Mojun became impatient: "Okay, I only allow you to take a look."

The spirit sword belonged to the Xie family, and it was loyal to the Xie family. He was surprised that the spirit sword was found after he left Chang'an, and now it's normal to want to go back and have a look.

But Lord Mojun couldn't convince himself.

He looked at the spirit sword tangled, not understanding why it wanted to go back and have a look, wouldn't it be good to follow him?Those spirit swords will not recognize it when they go back, it has been removed from the sword room, and it is called a murderous sword just like he was listed as a sinner by the Xie family.

So it still wants to go back?

What is there to go back to?

Lord Mojun was unhappy, and purposely procrastinated on the street, "Look at this purse, it's pretty well embroidered."

The woman with the basket next to him glanced at the colorful purse in his hand, showing a horrible expression, as if wondering if there was something wrong with this good-looking young man.

Lord Demon Monarch: "..."

Lord Mojun withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward calmly.

The layout of Huai'an is very similar to that of Chang'an, except that there are more shops and stalls on the side of the road, with a dizzying array of small things, but it is more prosperous than it was back then.

If he remembers correctly...

After walking two more streets, it is Xie's house.

Lord Mojun didn't want to go, but this stupid spirit sword couldn't wait to go forward.

Lord Mojun didn't want to make him wishful, so he continued to walk around holding the hilt of his sword.

Lord Mojun is very good-looking. When he is not crazy, he is a cold and indifferent young man. He is quite capable of bluffing people. Walking alone and leisurely in the bustling street today has already attracted a lot of attention.

Lord Mojun stared blankly at the big red flower branch in his arms that he grasped reflexively, and after a pause, he slowly looked at the person who came.

The people who came were a group of beautiful young girls who were smiling at him with handkerchiefs covering their mouths.

Lord Mojun's good hearing is enough to hear what these little girls are saying.

"Oh, he looked over..."

"He caught it! He caught it!"

"Sure enough, red suits him very well!"

"Oh, that bewildered look... Is he an innocent boy who has never been with a woman before..."

Lord Mojun: "...???"

What's going on... Are you all so open now?

Lord Mojun held the flower in his hand silently, and quickened his pace to leave this place. The laughter of the woman behind him became farther and farther away, and Lord Mojun's ears were almost red when he heard it.

At night, Huai'an City is still brightly lit, and people come and go.

Lord Mojun waited for a long time before arriving in front of Xie's house.

The direct line of the Xie family was completely ruined by his incident, and later became the head of the Xie family, a sword cultivator who seemed to be a branch of the same youth and fame.

It's very similar to him back then.

Lord Mojun didn't know how to evaluate it. He thought he would be timid or resentful, but when he got here, looking at the still solemn and luxurious gate, his heart was like a pool of stagnant water.

No waves.

It turned out that he really let go...

Lord Mojun didn't want to recall, he silently lowered his eyes and looked at the spirit sword: "It's all because of you." He hated the Xie family the most.

The spirit sword shook its blade, trying to comfort its master.

Of course it knows that the owner doesn't like Xie's family, but Xie's family has its origin, if it were an adult, wouldn't it be its home?

The Xie family was originally the home of the owner, so it would be fine if all of that had never happened.

The spirit sword suddenly felt a bit of melancholy, and slowly flew towards the gate, but was caught by Lord Demon Lord.

Spirit Sword: "...?"

Lord Mojun smiled half-smile: "Do you think we are too low-key when we walk through the gate?"

He went around the gate, jumped up easily, his clothes fluttering, and came to the back door in a blink of an eye.

"We climb over the wall and go in."

Spirit Sword: "..." Master, do you still remember Xie Sanshao who was praised as a gentleman and a handsome young man back then?

Lord Mojun said he didn't remember and didn't want to hear it.

Lingjian was indignant, and felt that it was those five big and three rough demon cultivators who had spoiled his master!shameless!Steal its owner's time!It also brought the master down!

Innocent demon cultivators: "..."

The sword room is just like him back then.

It is estimated that this Patriarch restored it according to the former Xie family in Chang'an.

Lord Mojun sighed, entered the sword room, and threw the spirit sword forward: "Catch up with your old friend, I'll wait outside."

The spirit sword went in aggrieved. The sword in the past still remembered this spirit sword that took the spirit stone of a child and didn't want to go with him. Now seeing its owner has changed, it is very embarrassing.

Sure enough, human beings are big pigs!When you don't get it, you love your love so much, and you throw it away in a blink of an eye!

Lingjian nodded, complaining aggrievedly.

After the spirit sword was thrown at Xie's house by its own big pig's trotter, it originally wanted to get angry, and thought it would be a big deal, so it wanted to find another owner.

But looking at those juniors, it was not satisfied at all.

This one is too short, and it sure doesn't look good with it.

This one is so thin, you might not even be able to lift it.

That talent isn't good, and she doesn't look good enough. If she doesn't deserve it, she might as well...

It's not as good as that little boy who has been struggling all day and sat on the ground with his head downcast.

Even if the boy fell into the mud overnight, covered in blood and was humiliated, he still climbed up bit by bit with determination.It's just that when climbing up, the man who was no longer a teenager was holding the spirit sword, knelt and sat under the tree, looking back at his own path blankly, the sins of that body were born from this, the glory in the past is no longer, and the honor and disgrace come easily now.

Lingjian stayed at Xie's house for not long, and finally couldn't bear to look for him.

The friends of Lingjian were also very enthusiastic, and they transported it out one by one. Lingjian broke the seal and flew up happily, but when it left Xie's house, it always felt that something was wrong.

As if I lost something.

But Lingjian wanted something more.

Lingjian recalled the past, and was ready to find the master!

After all, the past is the past, and the future still needs to be lived with the master!

The master would silently hold it to feed the spirit stone, and would seriously wipe its blade!

Lingjian compared the swords in the sword room that no one cares about, and felt that he was indeed the most beautiful in it!

It happily wanted to go out, but unexpectedly, one of them noticed something was wrong and yelled softly: "Who!"

The spirit sword was startled, and flew even faster. The man didn't get an answer, and a cold light suddenly struck, and the spirit sword immediately threw itself on its master, being spoiled by his master, he completely forgot how to fight.

Lord Mojun: "..." He began to wonder, what is the use of this spirit sword?

Lord Mojun flicked his hand, and sent back a spirit energy, which counteracted the cold light together, but the man said slowly: "...Wen Qing?"

That voice was full of doubts and disbelief, trembling and wanting a result.

But Lord Mojun just looked down, turned around and wanted to leave.

The man hurried out, looked at Lord Mojun's passing figure, and said in disbelief: "Xie Wenqing! Xie Wenqing, come out! Are you refusing to see me standing here?"

Knowing that Lord Mojun hadn't left, he simply jumped out of the high wall and reached the back door. Looking at the dark back street, he couldn't tell what it was like, but he said more sadly: "Xie Wenqing, no matter how much hatred you have, you can't help it." That's enough! I'm your second brother!"

But only his own voice echoed in the air, and the person who suddenly came back and disappeared suddenly remained silent.

Lord Mojun looked at the man leaving in frustration, and could not help complaining to Spirit Sword: "It's you who want to come back, I was discovered, do you want me to be besieged again?"

Lingjian didn't show any remorse at all, and felt that his master was simply sick.

That person is the master's second brother, he wouldn't hurt the master in the first place!

Lord Mojun seemed to know what it was thinking, chuckled lightly, his eyes dimmed.

Still miscalculated.

He thought that all the people back then were dead.