The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 122

The sun goes down.

Don't let a few people drive for a day and watch the game all afternoon, they are really tired.

Even Liu Yun, who talked a lot, didn't speak, and went back to her room to rest, so that Mo Rang had only time to give Ying Qingqing a book of Qigong.

It is said to be Qigong nourishing, and it is indeed used to prolong life. It converts acquired essences such as food, water and grain into acquired Qi, thereby strengthening the muscles and bones and nourishing the muscles and veins. For Qingqing, it can just make up for the innate deficiencies, but I don’t know if Qingqing can comprehend.

Mo Rang felt like an old woman, and couldn't help but shake her head, looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, her eyes gradually darkened.

The deeper yellow moon falls, the night is long and the stars are sparse.

The lonely Fengqingyuebaizhuang.

Mo Rang sat alone on the roof, with a jar of wine and a blue porcelain bowl beside him.

He sat cross-legged by himself, glanced at the deserted moonlight, closed his eyes and practiced.

The moonlight is just right at this moment, just sitting on the roof and turning Sen Luo Jue like this, you can feel a crackling sound like roasted beans in the heart, a gust of cold air goes straight to the mud palace of Yintang, and immediately after that, the head seems to be opened. What is the key? The moon essence pours in from the top of the head. This is the extremely yin energy between heaven and earth. It pours into Mo Rang's limbs and bones from the top of his head. He circulates the ghost energy all over his body, walks through the nodes of the whole body, and the scars on his body disappear Twice.

The moonlight gradually disappeared behind the black clouds, and the extremely gloomy atmosphere disappeared. Mo Rang sat on the roof, opened his eyes, and slapped open the mud seal of the wine jar in his hand.

The aromatic wine smell wafted out instantly, it was a special aroma brewed from grain, thick and strong.

grunt.

Mo Rang filled the celadon bowl in his hand with wine, and made a distant toast to the dark sky.

"The moonlight is still the moonlight of a young man, and the same color of Kyushu is still the frost of Li Bai."

He has liked this sentence since a long time ago, facing the moonlight that was mostly hidden behind the dark clouds, he couldn't help but read it.

He misses his previous life.

He left too many unfulfilled ideals in his previous life.

Precisely because he left too many regrets, his feelings for the world were only about salvation rather than belonging.

"System, after I finish rectifying this world, can I go back to Earth?"

【…】

【The position of God has been determined, even if you return to Earth, you cannot live there for a long time. 】

The system was silent for a long time.

【You still have to grow up quickly, as long as you grow to a certain height, the vastness of the world is yours to roam. 】

Mo Rang said nothing, looking into the distance with eyes as clear as water. Even the man in purple brocade robe sitting next to him didn't care at all.

Mo Rang took out another bowl from nowhere, filled it with wine, and handed it to Lu Zhao beside him.

Lu Zhao wondered, "Do you know magic?"

Mo Rang smiled when he heard the words, "No, this is called ancestral craftsmanship."

He couldn't help laughing and said: "It's even deeper, why did Daxia Lu come out alone?"

The honest young man drank the wine simply: "Aren't you the same? Because I can't sleep. Since I can't sleep, there is something on my mind."

Seemingly thinking that what he said made sense, Lu Zhao nodded accordingly.

The two drank a few bowls, and the wine that Mo Rang brought out was full of knives, the tongue tingling, the throat hurting, the heat burning from the mouth to the heart.

The two men sat on the roof with their own thoughts, watching the moon in the sky gradually peeking out from behind the dark clouds.

Mo Rang looked at the moonlight.

I just feel that there is no one in this world who is more anxious than him.

But what he wanted to do couldn't be done overnight.

In this way, contradictions arise.

The sense of gap has created a man who has strength but is extremely empty inside.

On the roof, beneath him were the blue tiles of a famous building in a foreign land, and above his head was the cold moonlight. Lu Zhao felt that Xu Linghuai had a spirit that was harder than that of a man, "What you just said was the moonlight of his youth." , I like this sentence very much.”

"Really." Mo Rang frowned with a wry smile, "The moonlight doesn't change, but people change. How can people always be like teenagers."

When you get older, the things you carry on your body will become heavier.

How can you be as willful as a teenager.

Mo Rang is a strong but fragile person, and after gaining power beyond ordinary people, he is even more distant from the group of ordinary people.

When my heart is full of joy, my heart is filled with vicissitudes of life.

"One must live with faith."

Lu Zhao interrupted him. This young man who usually looked simple and honest showed extraordinary wisdom at this time, "Everyone who comes to the Jiyinghui has his own beliefs. In order to make friends, I also want to see the masters of the world. You can be lonely, but you can’t be empty. Most of the masters are lonely. They are no longer ordinary people. Why should they cater to the world? Masters like women, Even if you live alone and live alone, you must not be a person with a barren heart."

"Haha, such a master is mostly lonely!"

Mo Rang took a swig from the bowl and felt that this extremely evil world had gained some warmth.

The pale rivers and lakes that have been seen so far also have a bit of color.

There seemed to be a barrier at the back of the head, which broke open in an instant.There was a snapping sound.At the same time, the aura on Mo Rang's body also rose step by step, and finally all of them converged in his body, which turned out to have reached the artistic conception of returning to nature!
He looked at Lu Zhao who was sitting next to him, and he was in a good mood, "I don't like to owe others, you lead me out of my demons, and I will teach you to feel the mood!"

After Mo Rang finished speaking, he jumped off the roof first.A suit of clothes fluttered like a snow-white crane, and finally stood on the ground, the black scabbard around his waist contrasted sharply with the white suit.

Black and white have always been the colors that are closest to the emptiness of death, and when paired with him, he feels that emptiness and silence even more.

He never leaves his knife, and no matter where he goes, there is a black scabbard hanging from his waist.

Lu Zhao raised his eyebrows and performed lightness kung fu, flying down the roof. Although his face was serious, his eyes couldn't help showing excitement.

Moonlight poured down from the sky coldly.

The wind in September is not tight, just enough to blow up the belt.

The two stood in the courtyard in a hundred and one purple, with gray and white stone bricks under their feet, surrounded by fragrant grass and bamboo forests.

Although relatively silent, there is a momentum secretly flowing.

Lu Zhao looked at Mo Rang at this moment, and felt that he was unfathomable. Just standing here, his legs felt numb.His mind has subconsciously told him that this is an existence that he cannot match.

But so what?

His sword heart is clear, and as a hero, he is not afraid of fighting!

After getting rid of Mo Rang's mental suppression on him, Lu Zhao showed off his martial arts skills. He only felt that his whole body was like a chain, and he was extremely nervous when facing this person.

He took the lead in drawing out his sword, holding the long sword in his hand, and the sword light poured down like cold water.

Don't let a loose white dress sway slightly in the night wind, and draw out the long knife in his waist in a good manner.

The slender Tang Dao style has no decorations on it, and it is domineering in its simplicity.

"Come to fight!"

　When you are in a bad mood, try to enrich your heart instead of paralyzing yourself with physical fatigue. —— Mo Yanwang
　　
　
(End of this chapter)