Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

Although Lord Mojun said that he can heal, but after all, the old injury has dragged on for too long, and he was exhausted physically and mentally by borrowing the power of a ghost king before.

Lord Mojun thought carefully about the spiritual power needed to get rid of these diseases, and then said: "..."

Where did he get the courage to directly use spiritual power to cover the entire Chang'an?

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Shi Ling probably guessed something: "You don't have enough spiritual power?"

Lord Mojun shook his head: "It's not enough..."

He glanced at Shi Ling: "It's just that I may be weaker for a while... The Central Plains is full of gunpowder and smoke. If I guess correctly, the Central Plains should not only have fog disease."

Shi Ling nodded heavily: "I concealed something... Since you already know that I have experienced the past, then I will say it directly. Before, you caused the mist disease and massacre, and I have never suspected that there is something else. Others, but now you have been in the barren land, who is it that slaughtered people in the Central Plains?"

Master Mojun looked at Shi Ling in surprise: "Aren't you Shi Zhixing? You can't figure out if I did it?"

Shi Ling: "..."

He felt that his dignity as Shi Zhixing had been insulted.

Shi Ling could only explain in a good-humored manner: "I can only figure out that this matter has something to do with the Wild Lord...there is nothing else."

Shi Ling suddenly fell silent, and Lord Mojun's unintentional words made him think deeply.

How could he not figure it out?

In the past, he couldn't figure out the collapse of the world and the present world of the barbarian Lord, but now he can't even figure out people like Xie Nan who have returned to the past like him.

As Shi Zhixing, isn't he too useless?

Lord Mojun came up with a bad taste: "You can't see the truth clearly, and now you want me to explain it? No way."

Shi Ling: "..."

He couldn't help poking the wild lord: "You were not like this before."

He misses that wild lord who doesn't talk much!

Lord Mojun asked with a good temper: "Then what was I like before?"

"It's just... very quiet."

Lord Mojun let out an oh, and said slowly: "Then I have changed."

Shi Ling: "..."

He wanted Xu Qiruo, but Xu Qiruo choked him until he was speechless and would come over to coax him.

This savage lord... Forget it.

In the end, Shi Ling could only humiliately agree to Lord Mojun's request.

He helped Lord Mojun get rid of the mist disease together, and brought the method back to the Central Plains, on the premise that all the sects in the Central Plains that can now be forced to publicize his new secret realm.

Yes, under such circumstances, this guy actually wants to open a new secret realm!

Xu Qiruo commented: "Is this considered a disaster fortune?"

You Qing glared at him fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about? Lord Mojun took out those secret realms that are not dangerous, faced the recruitment of workers in the Central Plains, and paid the wages for the accommodation fee. What do you think it is for?"

The Demon Lord kept saying that he wanted to make money, but in the end he took the victims into a secret place to hide temporarily.

Lord Mojun couldn't stand the maid's innocent and kind appearance, and quickly explained: "No arrival! They want to build a secret realm!"

Moreover, there are conditions for recruiting workers, and the rest of the new secret realms do require money.

He just wants to make money!

The maid's eyes were red: "You are really hard-spoken and soft-hearted."

Lord Mojun: "..." He really didn't.

Master Mojun has already done the removal of fog disease once, and he is quite experienced, but even if the disease is removed, he can't save people who are already seriously ill, and can only delay time.

Fortunately, Lord Mojun explained the matter clearly at the beginning, and the victims did not have any dissatisfaction. They held the hands of their family members, hoping to say a few more words in the last time.

Some people are lonely and helpless, and they die clean and unattended, so the victims can only reluctantly clean up for him and cremate him according to the order of Lord Demon King.

Central Plains has always disliked cremation, and some people opposed it at first, but they collapsed when they saw their family members stretch out their hands reluctantly and told them that they would rather die clean than pass on the disease to others.

Even if there are some episodes, cremation is still carried out.

Lord Mojun sighed: "The world is so big, there are life and death, gathering and parting, between heaven and earth, there is always a time to meet again."

He never liked life and death.

When the disease broke out in Chang'an in the past, he and Shen Huai went to inquire about it.

Xie Yao saw the weeping mother holding her sick child through the dilapidated window.

The woman's dirty clothes were covered with blood, and she cried and begged people outside not to take her child away.

But although the visitor couldn't bear it, he still tried to persuade him: "If he stays here, more people will be infected with this disease... You should think more about other people!"

The woman cried and hugged her child tightly: "I can't give up on him... Please..."

The visitor gritted his teeth and stepped forward to tear away the lifeless child, leaving only the woman kneeling on the ground in pain.

The cries were endless, the grievances lingered, and lasted for a long time.

Xie Yao was only 17 years old at that time, and he couldn't help asking Shen Huai: "Do you have to take the child away?"

Shen Huai also lost his smile, and touched his sword sullenly: "I don't know... But, but as a parent, you probably don't want your children to suffer."

So even if your child may infect more people, you have to keep him.

Xie Yao lowered his eyes, and took the sword to find his master.

The master was also looking through the news about fog sickness, and when he saw his apprentice coming in blankly and firmly, even forgetting the etiquette, he knew that he was indeed very confused now.

He waved to Xie Yao.

Xie Yao sat cross-legged beside him: "Master, I don't understand, is there really no cure for this disease?"

The master stroked his head, and when the young man sat up, it was already not easy to stroke, so Xie Yao lowered his head to let his master stroke it happily.

The master said helplessly: "Maybe there are...but no one can do it."

Xie Yao didn't quite understand: "If there is, why is no one doing it?"

"This disease is only contagious among mortals. Cultivators take care of themselves alone. How can they be willing to spend too much effort to help? Ordinary people can't get rid of it, they can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and bury all the people who are infected. This is what no one does. .”

Xie Yao couldn't believe it: "But, but we are all investigating...we are all helping..."

The master smiled, as if laughing at his innocence: "You guys who are investigating, do you have any clues?"

"……No."

"Can you go there with great power?"

"It doesn't seem like... either."

"Can the family do their best?"

"Of course...no."

The master saw that Xie Yao's tightly pursed lips turned slightly pale, and then shook his head: "Do you understand? In this world, it is impossible for someone to help others wholeheartedly. It is not selfish, but unable to do so. The aristocratic family has considerations of the aristocratic family, you have your helplessness, and mortals... also have mortal lives."

Xie Yao looked up at Master: "What about me? Do I have my own life too?"

The master didn't answer him.

Later, when the master left Chang'an because he was too persistent in investigating the matter, Xie Yao didn't even hear the master's answer.

Years later, when Xie Yao returned to Chang'an, he suddenly felt that this was probably his fate.

Some people will not be abandoned after death, and some people can be completely forgotten during their lifetime.

Beiliang was completely furious because Lord Mojun intervened in this matter, and gathered monks to decide to start a complete war on the barren land.

The mighty army approached the northeast of the barren land, and the fierce and fierce Beiliang people held banners that read "eliminating harm for the people", and told people who came and went with great fanfare that the barren land was the culprit.

Lord Mojun can only: "..."

This brain really hasn't changed in all these years.

He probably guessed who it was.

Wei Qiu was also speechless: "What's going on? Is he doing so badly now?"

Lord Mo Jun chuckled: "I guess it's because I'm not good enough to be a military adviser, I can't beat the people of Beiliang, and I have to use them, so I'm like a bunch of idiots with not very good brains."

He looked at the demon cultivators around him, and praised rarely: "Yes, at least you are not so stupid now."

Demon cultivators: "...Thank you, sir." They didn't feel very happy.

Lord Mojun called for a chair, Shi Shiran sat on the chair and watched the group of people yelling.

That's right, for Lord Mojun, who had never been to Beiliang and couldn't understand what they said, what this group of people said was just yelling.

The translator who was specially found beside him looked at Lord Mojun hesitantly.

Lord Mojun raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

The translator trembled: "They, they say you are a heartless little boy..."

Lord Demon Monarch: "..."? ? ?

Wei Qiu: "..." Puchi.

Xu Qiruo made a precise comment: "It kind of rhymes."

Everyone: "..."

Lord Mojun smiled slowly: "I originally planned to play with them...now..."

He got up and drew out his knife, and said to the audience, "I'll go to the military division to play." This familiar word, even after 200 years, he will never forget it.

Everyone: "..."

He lowered his head and suppressed a smile, petty people really can't be offended.

The military master caressed a bronze tripod, his fingers slightly bent, and the corners of his eyes and face were painted with red and black paint.

He was muttering words, his eyes were cloudy, his eyes were indifferent, holding a dagger in his hand, he suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction: "You are here."

Lord Demon Monarch looked at him inexplicably: "Why do you..."

The man suddenly laughed loudly: "I knew you would come... I have done so much, Xie Yao! This is your life! Look at this Central Plains, who is willing to believe you? Look at you Now... what have you gained? What have you lost? As a savage lord, you are really useless!"

Lord Demon Monarch: "..."? ? ?What the hell, he hasn't spoken yet.

Seeing Lord Mojun's hesitation, this person felt that he was probably persuaded by him, and the dagger in his hand fluttered: "Accept your life! Xie Yao, look outside... People are dying, people are dying, isn't this what you want? Is it? Look at those people who are afraid of you, they all fear you and respect you... As long as you take the Central Plains, all this is yours..."

Lord Mojun: "The barren land is enough to give me a headache, just shut up."

The man snorted coldly: "Then why did you come? Isn't it because I let those idiots take it? Admit it, Xie Yao, you are just unwilling, you just want revenge..."

Lord Mojun couldn't help it anymore: "So that's why you let them call me a little boy?"

you are done.