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Main Text Chapter 63 Dying Drug Slave, Leading Spirit Formation (2)

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    It turned out that this old man was named Mo Huan, and he was a descendant of Mohist school. He was proficient in the techniques of Mohist institutions. Because the dynasties of the past dynasties respected Confucianism, he led the only remaining Mohist disciples to live in seclusion in the rivers and lakes, and devoted himself to studying the Mohist institutions left by their ancestors.

    That year, Mo Huanzheng was in high spirits.

    He inadvertently heard that Miaojiang had a mechanism technique left by the descendants of Guigu, and immediately decided to sneak into the ancient land of Miaojiang to look for the opportunities left by the ancestors.

    However, if you go this way, you will not return for a hundred years.

    He was captured by the Wu tribe in Miaojiang and became a drug slave all his life.

    It was also later when he saw that he was dying, old and sick, and blinded by poison, that's why he was abandoned in the deep mountains and old forests.

    Thanks to the love of Changshengtian, Mo Huan survived by chance, and because of this, he saved the hanged ghost who was trapped in the mountains and forests.

    Wuyang voluntarily followed Mo Huan, but Mo Huan couldn't remember where his hometown was, so he had no choice but to settle down in Miaojiang, lingering on his last breath.

    That's why this Taolin secret realm came into being.

    There is also a trick that Mo Huan personally deployed.

    And a few years ago, Mo Huan finally found the opportunity left behind by his predecessor, the long-cherished wish of his youth.

    Under Wuyang's dictation, Mo Huan learned some techniques of gossip deduction.

    Observing the celestial phenomena with the heart can deduce the past, past, present, and present centuries.

    It can be said that although he has a mortal body, he is better than Shen Cong in this field.

    "The answers His Highness wants to know are all in the cat ghost's tomb. The old man's life is approaching, and he cannot reveal the secret. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

    "It's okay." Shen Cong waved his hands indifferently, quietly left some pills that could heal old wounds, and got up to go to the cat ghost's grave.

    "Your Highness, wait a moment." At that time, Mo Huan coughed, and suddenly opened his lips.

    Shen Cong stopped and turned around, cupped his fists and said softly, "I don't know why the senior called the junior."

    "The opportunity of passing on the ghost valley is reserved for the old man, and also for everyone who is destined. If you go west ten miles, there is a valley. If your highness believes in the old man, you can go there." Mo Huan took a sip of tea and said lightly.

    "Thank you, senior, for leading the way." Shen Cong thanked him, took a step forward, and left with a golden halo.

    The moment his breath disappeared, Mo Huan's hand suddenly shook violently, and the cup of tea suddenly fell to the ground.

    Wuyang had been waiting outside, when he heard a dull cough coming from inside, he immediately drifted into it.

    Identifying the pills on the table, Wuyang grabbed one of them, went to Mo Huan's side, and melted it into his body with the spiritual power of the four directions.

    Mo Huan's cough suddenly weakened.

    He slowly let go of his fist, and his palm was a shocking blood red.

    "Wuyang, you were an unruly person in the past. After I die, you can go." Mo Huan looked blankly in Wuyang's direction as if he had never heard of it, with a gentle and kind voice.

    Wuyang's hand patting Mo Huan's back paused slightly, then got up again.

    "Sir, Wuyang is a wandering ghost, unable to return to the underworld." Wuyang smiled wryly.

    "You have been with the old man for twenty years, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth aura, and you have already melted away your hostility. If you are willing, the errand will lure you away."

    "Sir, do you want to drive away unharmed?"

    Mo Huan shook his head: "You are not a wicked person, you shouldn't be bound here alone like an old man."

    "Wuyang wants to go with Mr. Wuyang." Wuyang decided to speak.

    Mo Huan remained silent.

    After a long time, he looked up at a certain direction and sighed slightly.

    "All right, after the old man dies, turn the old man's bones into ashes and bring them back to his homeland."

    "Mr. remembered his hometown"

    "Um."

    "Where is the North"

    "The Tianchao Northern Xinjiang Desert is the old man's home. If you happen to be lucky, you may meet an old friend."

    "who"

    "She is not a human being, she is a mountain spirit."

    Speaking of this, Mo Huan's eyes moved slightly.

    Miss Wan, although your son's talent is mediocre, he can catch up and surpass the former.

    The fate of this era will one day be in his hands, as well as that group of high-spirited descendants.

    If he is as you deduced back then, he has a bright future.

    It's just that his bright future seems to be bumpy all the way.

    Well, only through wind and rain can one achieve great power.

    Here, Shen Cong has arrived at the place Mo Huan pointed out.

    One side of entryThe barren valley is full of weeds, and there are dozens of bones of cattle and sheep visible to the naked eye.

    There is no evil spirit, only the atmosphere of ancient decay lingers in all directions.

    Shen Cong noticed a small abandoned ancient pavilion in the middle of the valley at a glance.

    He took a step forward and came straight to the ancient pavilion.

    On the ancient pavilion, the three characters Guigu Pavilion are engraved in the ancient Chinese characters of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

    Shen Cong put three incense sticks on the bronze stove in front of the pavilion, twitched the formula to ignite the flame, and then bowed to the ancient pavilion, then got up and walked straight into the ancient pavilion.

    There is a chessboard inside, covered with dust.

    If you look carefully, you can see that the chessboard moves by itself under the control of a faint spiritual force.

    Shen Cong stretched out his hand to touch a sunspot, and the sunspot suddenly glowed with a luster, projected into the midair, revealing a line of ancient characters

    "I have nurtured descendants of Yan and Huang for thousands of generations. My opponents all died in the change of dynasties. In the pre-Qin period, I swept the six kingdoms to unite the world; in the Han Dynasty, I was well-known in the Western Regions; in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, all nations came to court and worshiped me as the sky;  In the Fu Song Dynasty, I sailed far and wide, spreading the reputation of China and Kyushu. Today, I observe the celestial phenomena, and the descendants all have the posture of great power. The destiny of the celestial dynasty is beyond my understanding. I have stood on the long river for thousands of years because of  My disciples have practiced the way of courage from generation to generation. Therefore, although there are foreign enemies, I am not afraid."

    After reading this passage, Shen Cong remained silent.

    The me here may refer to Huaxia.

    In his side of the world, Huaxia had been asleep for nearly a hundred years. After the struggle of several generations of children, he just woke up the sleeping lion, and went to the peak again, overlooking the world.

    At this time, the text distorted for a while, and slowly turned into a kind and kind old man.

    "His Royal Highness King Qin, I have admired your name for a long time." The old man smiled slightly.

    "I've met senior." Shen Cong bowed his head.

    "His Royal Highness came from outside the sky. Since his birth, he has cultivated into the realm of alchemy. He is very talented. He is worthy of being one of the five masters." The old man looked at Shen Cong's extraordinary meridians, and suddenly nodded in satisfaction.

    Shen Cong was silent.

    Actually, when it comes to aptitude, Gu Jia Anxian and Ling Jia Mu Feng, those two boys are far superior to him.

    He has practiced for more than sixteen years, and only by relying on the system to greatly improve his aptitude can he obtain his current cultivation base.

    If not, I am afraid that no matter how hard he tries, with the aptitude of this body, he will not be able to step into the foundation building state in one lifetime.

    "Senior praised you absurdly." With a cough, Shen Cong slowly opened his lips.

    "Your Highness, hold out your hand." The old man waved to Shen Cong.

    Shen Cong obeyed and spread his palms.

    At that time, the old man's eyes moved, and a ray of golden light suddenly entered Shen Cong's palm.

    A wonderful feeling came immediately.

    "This is the unique skill of my school, Guigu, which is very useful for His Highness.?
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