The Path Toward Heaven

Mo Gong is the highest person in the world.

This fact is so clear, like he was standing in a black suit in the snow-covered palace at this time, and could see it at a glance.

It stands to reason that he should not stand here, but he is here and no one dares to ask.

There are some paw marks on the snow, which are the traces of the blue bird flying in the sky.

Mo Gong no longer looks at the sky, looking at those paw marks, thoughtfully.

In the value room outside the imperial city wall, Zhang University scholar looked at the fading tea in the cup, and was also thoughtful.

An official stood in front of him with a nervous expression.

The leader of the embargo pushed open the door and came in with snow particles, and said with a dignified expression: "Cangzhou people are staring, but they are worried that the dead will be mixed into the palace in advance, and then they will gather outside the palace. If the scholars of the common people do not disperse as soon as possible, they are afraid that they will be used by those who care. "

The college gentleman gently pushed the tea cup slightly away from the edge of the table with his index finger, and said, "If there is movement in your palace, move the embargo."

Hearing this sentence, the official's expression changed greatly, and he knelt directly in front of him, and said urgently, "Master, never!"

The bachelor took a deep look at the man and said nothing.

The official said awkwardly: "His Majesty summoned King Jing Shizi to Beijing, the situation in the court was suddenly unstable, and public opinion was turbulent. How can such a good opportunity be missed?"

This sentence is not stated, but the meaning is very clear. Whether his Majesty the Emperor wants to kill King Jing Shizi, or King Jing Shi Zi wants King Yi, the court can do a lot of things while chaos, and does not need to bear any crime afterwards. Whatever it takes, this is the best opportunity for a bachelor, or even the perfect opportunity.

Even the embargo commander was a little shaken, looking at the college scholar, waiting nervously for his final decision. After seeing Zhang University scholar still silent, the official gave some hope and persuaded again: "Even if your Majesty is really prepared, Mo Gong is in the palace, as long as he takes a shot ... what can't be solved?"

"Mr. Mo acted for the justice of the world in this life, how could he do it for you and my selfishness?"

Zhang Daxue got up and walked to the window, looking deep into the imperial palace, and thinking about the friend who had known him for decades, fell into silence again.

With the ingenuity and ability of King Jing Shizi, since he can bring Mo Gong into the palace, he can naturally persuade Mo Gong to take the shot. Today ’s opportunity is indeed too good. Even if your majesty is so wise and unintelligible, there is no way to withstand the storm. But why does he still feel something wrong?

He looked through the palace wall and the snow and snow, as if he saw the picture of Mo Gong standing in the snow, and felt that a very important thing was happening there.

Mo Gong stood in the snow, and many others stood in the snow.

The people and scholars gathered outside the palace gate, crying constantly in the snow, begging His Majesty to ensure the safety of King Jing Shizi to prevent the Chu country from falling into a terrible war, such as those cavalry who are preparing to leave the street For example, those Cangzhou strongmen who are always ready to enter the palace. Not far from the main hall, a few eunuchs who had entered the palace as early as ten years ago wore feather coats, approaching quietly under the cover of the snow. Except for Tong Yan and themselves, no one knew they were dead men sent to the palace by Cangzhou.

These things and these people in the capital city of Chu today are like those claw marks that Bluebird deliberately left in the snow. East and west are seemingly irrelevant, but they are extremely secretive and mysterious.

What these things will eventually evolve into, these people will ultimately be alive or dead, waiting for the end of the game.

But the game was currently suspended.

Tong Yan looked at the snow in the distance, his eyebrows raised like a sword.

This is the illusion of Qingtianjian, not the real world. The monks here cannot rise. Why is there a calamity? Then he remembered the sentence I heard when I entered here many years ago-the highest level of spiritual practice in this world can only reach Jin Dan's consummation to the first baby, that is, the first field of the wild tour, which can no longer be improved.

The reason why there is a sign of sky robbery, is it because someone in this world has touched the realm above the first baby?

This kind of thing should have happened in the Qingtianjian in the past. The monks here are not real life and must have been wiped out.

But this time ... Tong Yan felt the change of breath on the side of the snow, and his emotions were a little complicated, because he knew who the person was about to be robbed.

Mo Gong is a great scholar and a great scholar. He is also the highest practitioner in hundreds of years.

He is Tong Yan's year-old friend, and a close friend of Zhang University scholar. He came to the capital of Chu today not to kill the emperor, but to peace in the world.

But just as Zhang University scholars thought, since Tong Yan could persuade him to come to the capital, there must be a way to persuade him to take action against Jing Jiu.

But Tong Yan was hesitant at this time.

If Mo Gong chooses to break the robbery, it will be the result of death and death, which will have a fatal effect on his game.

Regardless of the position of Mo Gong or his own, it seems that he should find a way to make Mo Gong choose not to be a disaster.

The problem is that Tong Yan is a monk. He is very clear about the feeling that the road is ahead. The so-called Chaowen Road is a good idea. He doesn't want Mo Gong to miss this opportunity because of himself.

"What would you choose?"

Tong Yan suddenly looked at Jing Jiu and asked, of course, this question was not the next move, but Mo Gong's choice.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said nothing.

In his opinion, this is not a matter of choice. Life should go in that direction.

The snow is getting worse, and the picture in the palace is getting more and more blurred.

Time passes slowly.

Mo Gong stood in the snow, still motionless.

Well nine moved.

He picked up a black chess and put it on the board.

Click!

A very thick lightning suddenly fell from the sky and blasted through the numerous snow flakes into the palace!

Numerous exclamations and riots broke out inside and outside the imperial city.

Tong Yan's body became a bit stiff, I wonder if it was a coincidence or something.

Jing Jiu said, "Go and see."

Liu looked at Tong Yan at the age of ten, took an umbrella out of the palace door, and came to the palace square.

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A crack appeared in the snow on the white felt, as if burned by a light, and several cracks appeared around it.

Mo Gong's clothes were a little frizzy, and he looked at the sky silently, with no fear in his eyes, only warfare, and his right hand had fallen on the sword.

Liu Shi umbrella looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a final decision.

...

...

The wings broke through the snow, and the blue bird flew and landed gently on the table.

It did not go to see the Mogong in the snow, so those in the real world outside the Echo Valley did not see the scene where the thunder fell.

It did not look at the chess pieces on the chessboard, but looked at Jing Jiu, his eyes full of inquiry and confusion.

(End of this chapter)