The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 216

Tianhen Mountain, Back Mountain, and Mo Mansion.

Inside the study.

Sitting behind the desk, Mo Chengjun's gaze was fixed on the letter in his hand, his expression was... wonderful!
Yes, mixed with expressions such as 'unbelievable', 'incomprehensible', 'confused', 'stunned' and so on, you can only use the word 'wonderful' to describe it.

But Mo Chengjun also felt that he couldn't help but show this expression, because, guess what he saw?
Heaven!

Yes, it is the "Heavenly Court" mentioned in the letter.

As for the replies from Baling'er to Mo Chengjun, they were many and very long, anyway, they were much more than those sent by Mo Chengjun.

At least half of the content is accusing Mo Chengjun of overreaching and criticizing his ignorance.

It's just a little golden core, I don't know my surname, and I actually challenged him to the way of the sword.

He also exaggerated how many times he fought with people outside, how many enemies he killed, how many monsters he killed, what title he got, what kind of supernatural powers he realized, etc...

Anyway, if you praise yourself so much, it's almost not a golden elixir, but an immortal in the sword.

Mo Chengjun didn't look directly at all these things, at most he glanced sideways and dismissed them.

It wasn't until the second half of the letter that it finally entered the formal content - Baling'er gave a detailed account of the current situation in Yunzhou and his analysis point of view.

It should be said that the specific situation is not much different from what the two little ones said.

But Baling'er's analysis of the situation is neither as optimistic as the two little ones nor as pessimistic as the elder Li of the outer sect. He analyzed it based on the information he had obtained.

Although the situation is dangerous, I can't really say how serious it is. The specific reason is just four words-a mess of loose sand.

Yes, with the current situation in Yunzhou, there are three big monster kingdoms in the northwest bordering Chen Bing, the Wanfo Temple in the east has malicious intentions, the Taishang Daozong in the south is watching with cold eyes, and there are many rebel organizations inside, plus the four princes The gentry and officials also have scruples in their consistent standpoint.

All of these things seem to be going wrong everywhere.

But how?

After all, it is a world where great power belongs to oneself. A monk of the immortal way can overwhelm a city. As long as the Galaxy Sword Sect is not in chaos, it will not be easy to overthrow.

What's more, although there are many people in this group, there is no leader among them, and if their strength cannot be gathered together, it is not a mess.

In fact, Baling'er was not worried about the situation in Yunzhou, he was only worried about those people who were still hiding behind.

Compared with the ones that have already jumped out, the poisonous snake hidden in the dark is still the scariest.

Well, Baling'er really didn't know that there was a "Bendian Sect" behind it, but he still firmly told Mo Chengjun that the situation in Yunzhou could be "bad" to such an extent, there must be forces behind the scenes to fuel the flames.

It's just that he doesn't know which side it is.

But to say who is the most suspected, it must be the land of Zhongzhou, the royal family of the Zhao family, and that empress Dugu who has a lot of tricks.

The last one was Baling'er's guess, and Mo Chengjun was noncommittal, and he was not surprised by his evaluation of this 'disheel'.

Can it be a mess?

He killed all the leaders of the rebel army, and intercepted an unknown amount of supplies, and buried them in Xinghe Jianzong. It's no wonder they are not scattered!
However, Mo Chengjun also knew that based on the strength shown by the 'Butian Sect', if he realized that Tu Su was dead, he would probably send another person to Yunzhou.

I don't know what will happen then?

Of course, if you want to say that Xinghe Jianzong has no plans, it is not true.

At least after being back for so long, Mo Chengjun gradually realized that six of the seven palace lords went out, and it seemed that there was some conspiracy.

Just don't know where their swords will fall?
Well, after all, Baling'er is not in front of him, and the two of them can't communicate with each other. There is no way to say more about their respective thoughts.

Then, at the end of the letter, Baling'er also knew about Mo Chengjun.

Knowing that he had retreated for a year, it was estimated that the information was out of touch, so I told him about various deeds during this year.

Mo Chengjun didn't care much about the others, except for one thing, he really couldn't move his eyes away.

It was just a few months ago. Calculating the time, it should be when the old master and Sword Master Four Seasons returned from the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountains that they actually gave the order.

On the one hand, the matter of the heavenly court was passed on to other Xianzong and the Zhao royal family, and the big and small sects in Yunzhou were notified.

In other words, not to mention that everyone knows it, but in this Kyushu, Heavenly Court is really no secret.

And the order given by the Zongmen is also clear: Anyone who encounters someone who claims to be the Heavenly Court must report it immediately.

And, beware of ghosts and gods!

What is this 'ghost'?
Mo Chengjun is still not very clear, but at least he can understand most of the content.

But he was a little confused about the operation behind the sect!
The Zongmen found many people to search for the records of "Heavenly Court" in the pile of old papers.

Yes, since Heaven is known as the beginning of immortality and the foundation of civilization, how could there be no records at all a long time ago?
Uh, it should be said that this idea is actually correct, but it was never expected by Mo Chengjun.

That feeling, there is a strange sense of sight that this 'game' can still be played like this.

However, what made Mo Chengjun's expression even more 'wonderful' was yet to come - at the end of the letter, Baling'er made a special addition.

Really, those two short sentences set off a stormy sea in Mo Chengjun's mind...

"Historical data have confirmed that, long ago, there were indeed sporadic records about the Heavenly Court."

"Right now, the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Zhao Clan are gathering Confucian scholars to look through fragments of ancient books to find more information."

You can imagine how many question marks popped up in Mo Chengjun's mind when he saw this.

This borrowed the name of 'Heavenly Court', although it is not his temporary idea, but it is not much worse.

But now, it was actually confirmed?

Can you tell me which one proved it?

Return historical materials?
Where did the historical data come from?
Pretending to be historical materials is subject to legal responsibility, just like counterfeiting antiques, don't talk nonsense, okay?
At this moment, two villains appeared in Mo Chengjun's mind.

A villain is clamoring, this must be a conspiracy, the old master probably wants to use the name of "Heavenly Court" to do something, that's why he is like this.

But another villain whispered in his ear again.

To say that none of the Eight Great Immortal Sects are fools, how could they recognize this inexplicable 'Heavenly Court' if they have nothing real?
Could it be that, a long time ago, there really was such a fairy abode?

……

Also today.

City between clouds.

Today's Tea Tree Lane ushered in a guest, a fair-faced, beardless, handsome young man fanned his folding fan slightly, stood outside the alley for a long, long time, finally closed the folding fan, and walked in slowly.

And the moment he stepped into the alley, time seemed to freeze.

The pedestrians who went out, the falling leaves, the evening wind blowing, and even the sound of reading in the private school seemed to be frozen at this moment.

There are only two people in the whole space who can move. One is the scholar. He has retracted his folding fan and straightened his body. Although his expression is still full of smiles, he is faintly dignified.

And opposite him, in the private school, the old master hunched over and walked out step by step. Although he didn't see monstrous magic power, every step of his made the white-faced scholar's face ugly.

However, looking at the person who came, the old master couldn't hide his surprise.

"I didn't expect it to be you who came here? Since the magic weapon is in your hands, why are you willing to be driven by them?"

The white-faced scholar didn't know what happened, so he immediately defended: "Misunderstanding, really misunderstanding, I didn't come here because of them, let alone fighting with you.

I came here to ask for something, you are old and don't be impatient, please be safe, don't be impatient, it's a pity that such a sword array is used on me, it's a pity. "

The old master turned his head slightly: "Are you really not sent by them?"

The white-faced scholar swears: "No, definitely not, please allow me some time, and I will explain my purpose."

The old master stared at him earnestly, and said after a while: "It's really not true, it's a waste of my mana."

With that said, he turned around and went back to the private school, and as he walked forward step by step, the great sense of crisis also diminished.

From a distance, the old voice came again: "Come in, do you still want me to invite you?"

"coming!"

In the same place, the white-faced scholar wiped off the sweat that did not exist, and followed step by step into the room.

And when he stepped into it, everything froze and returned to normal.

Pedestrians walked normally, the leaves continued to fall, and the wind blew by, swirling with the leaves, and the sound of reading in the private school became louder and louder.

Inside the living room.

The old master and the white-faced scholar sat facing each other, and two cups of tea were served by themselves. The fragrance of the tea was rising, and the white-faced scholar also explained the purpose of his visit.

After a while, the old master couldn't help but looked up, stared at the white-faced scholar, and repeated his request just now: "You are here for my sect disciple Mo Xiaozi, and you want him to deduce the Secret Record method for you?"

"Correct!"

"Although I admit that the little guy has some abilities, but now he is nothing more than a golden core. Don't you think highly of him?"

"Wrong, I didn't make it clear."

The white-faced scholar explained softly: "What I need him to deduce is "Taiping Ghost Control Classic"!"

"So, you really came from the Ghost Spirit Gate?"

The white-faced scholar smiled wryly: "That's sort of it."

"can say that?"

The old master stroked his chin, and said: "I don't know how strong the many sects in Yunzhou are, but most of them know it well.

Except for you, Ghost Spirit Gate, I always feel that you are hiding a lot of things, which is very dangerous.

No, a corpse fairy appeared out of nowhere, and the corpse became a fairy, with the appearance of a yaksha, something I haven't seen for many years. "

The white-faced scholar smiled wryly, but said again: "Actually, you don't need to worry about Ghost Spirit Gate at all, they can't take care of themselves!"

"This is even more interesting." The old master's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "Is it because of the "Taiping Ghost Control Classic"?"

"Yes!"

"No wonder I've heard Jinxiu mention more than once that you want to invite Mo Xiaozi to the sect as a guest?"

Speaking of this, the white-faced scholar smiled a little embarrassedly: "I know about that, but to be honest, there must be someone inside who is obstructing it and has no good intentions.

Simply, you didn't agree either.

However, the problem of "Taiping Ghost Controlling" has indeed reached the point where it cannot be resolved. When I came out this time, after I noticed something was wrong, I knew that this matter could not be delayed.

So, I came to you right away.

Speaking of which, although the little guys below are not good at handling things, they still have the right idea. The problem of secret recording exercises must be solved after all. "

"That's how it is!"

The old master didn't ask the specific reason, but said: "The last question, if you are willing to answer it, let's go about it. I dare not say yes to you, but I will come forward and ask you a question for you."

The white-faced scholar seemed to know what the old master wanted to ask, he opened his mouth, and said after a long while, "Is it alright if you don't say anything?"

"Then don't talk about it!"

"The problem is, even if you know, it doesn't make much sense, does it?"

"But I'm curious."

"Forget it, forget it, since you want to ask, why don't you ask?"

"Are you that one?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't feel like it. Although I haven't met him before, if that person is really dominating the world, he probably wouldn't talk to me so nicely."

"I am indeed not the general, but his sword servant."

The white-faced scholar finally sighed: "Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you.

It was the last year of the Great Xia, when Nine Dragons seized the throne, and demons made chaos..."

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