After giving up whitewashing, I became the light of the villain

Chapter 170 My ideal is to eat and wait to die

Duan Qujiang looked at Mo Liang and said speechlessly, "Shengjun, are you serious?"

After Mo Liang dropped the black piece, the chess situation in front of him was five black pieces in a row.

Black wins!

Mo Liang was confident: "I only know backgammon."

Duan Qujiang coughed a few times, and picked up the sunspot that Mo Liang had placed just now.

With a wave of his hand, he extinguished a row of torches in the cave, leaving only the dim kerosene lamp on the table.

This distraction tries to recreate the atmosphere.

Mo Liang looked up at Duan Qujiang.

The kerosene lamp was very close to Duan Qujiang, and the orange light made his already loose and old skin even more terrifying.

Mo Liang blinked his eyes.

Duan Qujiang... What exactly does he want to do?
"Before formally teaching Shengjun, the old man wants to ask Shengjun, does Shengjun have ideals in mind?"

The voice is hoarse, like the sound of foam friction.

It's hard to hear.

Mo Liang was silent for a moment, and then tentatively replied: "I'm just waiting to die?"

"Hey, why did you hit me!"

Duan Qujiang, who gave Mo Liang a heads-up, shook his head and sighed: "As a dignified out-of-body, you can't be so unambitious."

Mo Liang: "..."

So Mo Liang said again: "Then I want to pull down the Yuxu faction and let the Burning Moon Realm take over."

This time it was Duan Qujiang's turn to be silent.

He is still here, the sage king dares to say so, without hiding his ambition.

"This ideal should be good, right?"

After a long time, Duan Qujiang said: "This ideal is not bad. However, I also want to ask Shengjun, how does Shengjun plan to bring down the Yuxu faction?"

"I've already thought about this question." Mo Liang excitedly shared his thoughts with Duan Qujiang.

"I'm still young, so I should be able to survive until Duan Yuanbai becomes a flying fairy. After Duan Yuanbai dies, the Burning Moon Realm will naturally take over."

Duan Yuanbai who was walking on the road suddenly sneezed.

Strange, who is missing him?

Duan Qujiang: "..."

"Mo Shengjun, if Yuan Bai hears what you said, Yuan Bai probably won't be kind..."

Of course Duan Qujiang would not be as knowledgeable as a junior, so he was trying to control the palm of his hand, trying not to slap Mo Liang to death.

Mo Liang raised his eyebrows, sat upright, and said seriously: "How could it be? Sect Leader Duan has always been tolerant. Why would he care about me?"

Duan Qujiang: "..."

Duan Qujiang suddenly realized a problem.

He tried his best to make the atmosphere more serious, but no matter how he created it, the female monk in red clothes in front of him could always divert the topic.

"It's just a joke, Senior Duan, don't worry about it."

Suddenly, Mo Liang chuckled again, and then slowly said: "Someone once told me that people struggle in the world, each has its own sorrows and joys, and each has its own joys and sorrows. Some may pity the short life of the cockroach, or look up to the big tree for a long life. "

It was what Tang Quan once said.

"Isn't what we do just to make ourselves happy?"

"Senior Duan asked me about my ideals. Hehe, I'm rather vulgar, and I don't have the ambition to become the world's top."

"Eating and waiting to die is the biggest dream of my life."

"I love gold, silver and jewelry the most in my life. I have something to eat when I am hungry, and water to drink when I am thirsty."

"Guarding the one I love the most, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests. Drumming and playing music while drunk, one person singing, two people reconciling."

"Invite two or three friends to see hibiscus together, to see bamboo leaves in spring, running water in summer, red maples in autumn, and white snow in winter."

Mo Liang said softly.

Drunk in spring bamboo leaves, flat white red fallen maple.There are three or two cups of commoner clothes, which look like hibiscus.

Duan Qujiang never interrupted Mo Liang's words, and he also listened quietly.

Mo Liang described it very beautifully.

He also had confidants and friends in his life, and he also thought about holding the sword to the end of the world.

Until now, he was the only one left...

There was a little nostalgia in the haggard eyes.

"Senior Duan, what do you think?" Mo Liang asked with raised eyebrows.

The distracted man in front of him was silent for a moment, then pulled out a smile.

"Mo Shengjun can see clearly..."

"only."

Duan Qujiang changed the topic.

"Mo Shengjun."

"Did Guan Yinghuai tell you that someone from Dongzhou is already watching you?"

Here it is again.

Mo Liang tugged at his sleeves, nodded and said, "I said so. But I didn't take it to heart when I saw that no one came looking for me afterwards."

She had been thinking about how she would face it if people from Dongzhou really came over.

Duan Qujiang gave a "hmm".

"Someone came, but was stopped by our Yuxu Sect."

Mo Liang: "..."

Mo Liang was obviously wilted.

"So what is Dongzhou's attitude towards us in Zhongzhou?"

How do you say that the Dongzhou people insisted on crushing her to death?
The topic is here!

Duan Qujiang looked at the chessboard on the table and said slowly: "Today Zhongzhou and Dongzhou are just like this black and white chess. The white chess is pressing every step of the way, and the black chess is lingering. There is only an inch of breathing space left..."

Duan Qujiang covered his lips and coughed a few times, and with a wave of his hand, the pieces on the chessboard disappeared.

Several bamboo slips appeared on the table case, with several names engraved on them.

Mo Liang took a look.

The bamboo slips are in the shape of a pyramid.

There is only one name at the top, Si Tang.She had never heard of it.

The name of the second layer is headed by Li Hua of the Taichu School, followed by Duan Yuanquan and Duan Yuanfei.

On the third floor, Guan Ji leads the way, followed by Duan Yuanbai, fifth Ye, and Yang Xuan.

The fourth floor is her name.Mo Liang in the Burning Moon Realm, Liang Li in the Blood Crow Pavilion, Master Ritual Master Lian, Li Huai and Li He from Taichu School.

Mo Liang looked up at Duan Qujiang, waiting for Duan Qujiang's next words.

"Old man... now seven thousand years old..."

Once the words are exported, there will be endless vicissitudes.

In 7000, he witnessed the rise and fall of Zhongzhou.

Witness the glory of an era, and then witness the fall of the gods of Zhongzhou.

Mo Liang was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Happy birthday."

Duan Qujiang: "..."

Is that what he meant?

Duan Qujiang couldn't take it anymore, he raised his hand and gave Mo Liang another headshot.

"Ouch!"

Mo Liang cried with her head in her arms: "Why hit me again!"

"This is not important."

Duan Qujiang caressed the rows of bamboo slips with his haggard fingers, feeling a lot of emotion.

"It was a truly glorious era. Some people achieved success in a hundred years, and some became gods when they landed."

When Duan Qujiang said this, there was nostalgia in his eyes.

It is absolutely impossible for Zhongzhou to decline like this from the beginning.

"For a while, the heroes of Zhongzhou rose together, and the heroes competed."

"Who dares, who can compete with us in Zhongzhou?" Duan Qujiang said angrily, slammed the table, and then covered his lips and coughed a few times.

Mo Liang hurriedly poured Duan Qujiang a bowl of water.

"Senior Duan, you have to pay attention to your body!"

Duan Qujiang coughed and drank some water before suppressing it.

"Then what happened next?" Mo Liang asked with raised eyebrows.

Up to now, Zhongzhou has fallen to this point, and only Duan Qujiang is left distracted. Something must have happened in the middle.

"Later..." Duan Qujiang continued.

"Later, a wizard came out of Dongzhou."

"Wizard?" The kind who pretends to be a ghost?

(End of this chapter)