The Path Toward Heaven

Mo Gong is the highest person in this world.

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

Logically speaking, he should not stand here, but he stood here, no one dared to ask.

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

Mo Gong no longer looked at the sky, looking at those paw prints, thoughtfully.

In the duty room outside the Imperial City Wall, Master Zhang looked at the cup of tea that was no longer hot in the cup, and also thought about it.

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

The forbidden army commander pushed open the door and walked in with snow grains, and said solemnly: "The people of Cangzhou are staring, but they are worried that the dead will be mixed into the palace in advance, and then gather outside the palace. Those ordinary scholars, if they do n’t disperse as soon as possible, I ’m afraid they will be used by those who are interested. ”

The academician used his index finger to push the tea cup slightly away from the edge of the table and said, "If there is movement in your majesty's palace, the army will move."

Hearing this sentence, the official's expression changed drastically, and he kneeled directly in front of him with a snap, and said anxiously, "Master, don't do anything!"

The bachelor gave this person a deep look and said nothing.

The official said with a slight voice: "Your Majesty called the King Shizi to Beijing in an involuntary manner. The situation in the court was suddenly unstable and the public opinion was turbulent. How can such a good opportunity be missed?"

This sentence is not stated, but the meaning is already very clear.Whether the Emperor His Majesty wanted to kill King Shizi or King King Shizi wanted to kill the King, the court could do a lot of things while chaotic and did not need to bear any charges afterwards.In any case, this is the best opportunity for a bachelor, and it can even be said to be the perfect opportunity.

Even the Commander of the Forbidden Army was shaken a little, looking at the junior, waiting nervously for his final decision.Seeing that Master Zhang is still silent, the official gave out some hope and persuaded again: "Even if your majesty really has any preparations, but Mo Gong is in the palace, as long as he acts ... what can't be solved?"

"Brother Mo has only acted for the righteousness of the world in this life, how could he act for your own selfishness?"

Academician Zhang got up and walked to the window, looking deep into the imperial palace that he couldn't see, thinking of his friend who had known him for decades, and fell silent again.

With Jingzhi Shizi's ingenuity and ability, since he can bring Mo Gong into the palace, he can naturally persuade Mo Gong to shoot.Today's opportunity is indeed very good. Even if your majesty is so unwise and unpredictable, there is no way to resist this blizzard.But why does he still feel something is wrong?

His eyes passed through the palace wall and the wind and snow, as if he saw the picture of Mo Gong standing in the snow, feeling that a very important thing was happening there.

Mo Gong is standing in the snow, and many people are standing in the snow.

The people and scholars gathered outside the palace gate cried out under the snow, and asked His Majesty to ensure the safety of the King Jingshi, so as not to fall into the terrible war of Chu. For example, those Cangzhou strongmen who are always ready to break through the palace.Not far from the main hall, several eunuchs who had entered the palace from the castration as early as ten years ago, wearing feather coats, quietly approached under the cover of wind and snow.Except for Tong Yan and themselves, no one knew that they were the dead men sent to the palace by Cangzhou.

These things in the capital city of Chu today and these people, like the paw prints that the bluebird intentionally left in the snow, seem to have nothing to do with each other in the east and the west, but in fact have an extremely secret and mysterious connection.

What will these things eventually evolve into? These people will eventually live or die, waiting for the end of the game.

But that game is now suspended.

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

This is Qingtianjian's illusion, not the real world. The monks here cannot fly, why is there a sky-tribulation?Then he remembered the sentence he heard when he entered this place many years ago-the highest level of practice in this world can only reach Jindan's perfection to the first baby, which is the beginning of the wilderness, and he can no longer improve.

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

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

But this time ... Tong Yan felt the change in the wind and snow, and his emotions were a bit complicated, because he knew who the man was about to be robbed.

Mo Gong is a great scribe, a great calligrapher, and the highest practitioner in the world for hundreds of years.

He is Tong Yan ’s year-end friend, and also a close friend of Zhang Zhang. He came to the capital of Chu Kingdom today, not for the purpose of killing the emperor, but for the peace of the world.

But just like what Zhang Zhang thought, since Tong Yan could persuade him to come to the capital, he must have a way to persuade him to take action against Jing Jiu.

But Tong Yan was hesitant at this time.

If Mo Gong chooses to rob, it will inevitably be the result of death, and will have a fatal impact on his game.

Whether standing on Mo Gong's standpoint or his own standpoint, it seems that he should find a way to let Mo Gong choose not to be a catastrophe.

The problem is that Tong Yan is a monk. He is very aware of the feeling that the avenue is ahead. The so-called Chaowen Dao, Xi Xi can die. This is the meaning.

"How would you choose?"

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

Jing Jiu glanced at him and said nothing.

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

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

Time passes slowly.

Mo Gong stood in the snow, still no movement.

Jing Jiu moved.

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

Click!

A very thick lightning suddenly fell from the sky, and went through countless snow bombarded in the palace!

Numerous exclamations sounded inside and outside the imperial city, and riots started.

Tong Yan's body became a bit stiff, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or something.

Jing Jiu said, "Go and see."

Liu Shisui glanced at Tong Yan and walked out of the palace gate under the umbrella to the palace square.

The purpose of the feudal palace has been laid down. Even if the thunder falls, the outside of the palace has become chaotic and no one comes in.

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

The edge of Mo Gong's clothes was a little scorched, and he looked at the sky silently. There was no fear in his eyes, only the will to fight, and his right hand was already on the sword.

Liu Shisui looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make his final decision.

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

It didn't go to the Mogong in the snow, so those real-world practitioners outside Echo Valley didn't see the picture of the falling sky.

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