Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1370 The pit is 356 meters deep, the finale ([-]), impersonating
The way up the mountain is very difficult.

Shenlong Mountain has been managed by the Mohists for several generations, and the road is like a maze. Ordinary people come up, not to mention looking for a place to go up the mountain.

Of course, to Mo Jiu, these were trivial matters.

The difficulty lies in how to make the old man Lu Ji cry, and then ask Xiao Qian about the doubts in his stomach.

Mo Jiu was originally unwilling to let the old man Lu Ji go with him, because the two of them didn't get along.And Xiao Qian also cared about his old age and poor health, and advised him to rest in Jinyang Town, but this old man never listened to anyone's persuasion. He just followed up.

Xiao Qian had no choice but to follow him.

However, from Lu Ji's happy face and the occasional smugness in his eyes when he looked over, Mo Jiu felt that the biggest reason for the old man to follow him was not to go up the mountain to watch the fun, but to watch her. Jiu's excitement——is to deliberately disgust her, deliberately get close to Xiao Qian, and isolate the opportunity for him to talk privately with Xiao Qian.

Unpredictable!
She was upset, but she was too lazy to argue with an old man.

Especially an old man who is proficient in medical skills and knows how to use poison, he is not a gentleman...

Don't provoke me!
"Hmph!" After trying several times, seeing that he and Xiao Qian couldn't be separated, Mo Jiu simply rode his horse away from him.

Inexplicably, I didn't even have the thought of asking questions.

What should come will always come.

Everything will come to light.

……

Shenlong Mountain, mountain after mountain.

The fairy mountains are misty, and the clouds and mists cover the eyes.

A piece of celestial beauty, people put in it, as if far away from the world, stepped into the fairyland on earth.

Before Mojiu built Xinglong Mountain, Shenlong Mountain was the main altar of Mohism, where eight disciples of Mohism Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui were stationed for a long time.And for a long time before that, because the Mohist school had no Juzi, and Shang Ya and Mo Wang were fighting for power, the Mohist family was always in a semi-separated and disorderly state of separation from left to right.So, at that time, the main altar of Shenlong Mountain was always managed by Mo Wang, while Shang Ya lived in Shangxian Villa, being her right-hand deacon at ease, sharing equal shares with Mo Huang, and gradually withered the development of Shenlong Mountain.

Later, Xinglong Mountain rose up and grew stronger day by day, and Mo Jiu was unwilling to move his nest.

As a result, Shenlong Mountain gradually changed from the main altar to an... old old house.

In the past few years, except for the annual sacrificial sweep, there are usually only a small number of disciples guarding.

Earlier, Mo Wang asked Shen Mingmao to transfer funds to repair the construction of Shenlong Mountain. This project is simple, but it is not yet spring, the snow on the mountain has not yet melted, and the project volume is extremely huge. Construction has not yet started.

Therefore, the blue and white mountains are sparsely populated, and people don't go out in winter, so it looks extraordinarily lonely.

This was Mo Jiu's first visit to Shenlong Mountain.

Walking alone in front of others, she looked east and west, maybe because this place is the main altar of the Mohist school, she had some surging emotions in her heart.

Can't tell, don't know.

It will be here soon, Qiankun Tomb, Tiantai...she is here!

After more than an hour of tossing and turning, I had seen enough of old man Lu Ji's white beard, and finally saw the dilapidated mountain gate.

There was a guarded house next to the mountain gate, and there were two disciples sitting there guarding it. When they saw Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian riding their horses over, the two of them took a look, were slightly surprised, and hurried out to inquire.

"Who is the visitor? You...you..."

Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback.In recent years, the Mohist School has developed rapidly, and it is normal for the lower-level disciples to have never met Juzi, so it is normal for them not to know him.

But the way they looked at her was a little strange, and what were they hemming and hawing about?
Doubts were in her heart, but she didn't ask any more questions, and directly took out a huge order from her waist, and stretched it out in front of the two of them.

"I'm Mo Jiu."

Logically speaking, after she finished saying this and showed her token again, the disciple had to salute quickly and say hello to her, right?
However, this is not the case.

Seeing the Juzi Token in her hand, the two disciples were taken aback.

Looking at each other strangely, they looked her up and down like Zhang Erniu, who bought live pigs in the town, looked at her before hesitating to ask.

"... Juzi? Are you Juzi?"

"I'm not, are you?" Mo Jiu became a little impatient, "Why don't you take me up the mountain?"

The two disciples looked at each other, and after a long while, one of them stared at her suspiciously, and asked hesitantly like a murmur, "But, didn't Senior Brother Huang bring a big man up the mountain yesterday? Why, why did another one come here?" A giant?"

what?
Did you bring a big guy in yesterday?

Mo Jiu's face immediately darkened. Although he didn't know who that "big guy" was, he was a little angry.

"Presumptuous!" She let out a low voice, and the Ju Zi Ling took it even higher, "Who in this Mo family, except me, Mo Jiu, dares to call himself Ju Zi? Tell Shen Shimao to come and see me!"

Sure enough, one has to be imposing, and the two disciples immediately turned pale with fright when she yelled at her like this.

"Ju, Juzi?" With a little doubt, the disciple quickly shrank his neck after finishing speaking, "I, I don't doubt you, Juzi... The main reason is that the Juzi from yesterday looks too much like you, just like you. It was carved out of the same mold, which is really strange...Senior brother Huang brought someone here, and Elder Shen has also met Juzi, disciple, disciple, dare not speak nonsense."

What kind of tycoon even deceived Shen Shimao?
In this world, is there anyone who looks so similar to her?

Mo Jiu's mind twisted and turned rapidly, and he couldn't help but think of the "Mo Huang" who had deceived him in Lin'an back then, and the "mask" she used when she participated in the Mohist meeting.

She glanced back at Xiao Qian and understood a little.

"It seems that they have been prepared for a long time."

Not only has she prepared Mo Jiu's mask, but she can also behave exactly like her.

Although she and Shen Shimao haven't seen each other for some time, but they have some friendship, and Shen Shimao has a pair of eyes for looking at antiques, if they are not really similar, how can they deceive him?

terrible!

If they came one step later, wouldn't Shenlong Mountain become a place for others to mess around with?
Mo Jiu suddenly became angry, snorted coldly, strode forward a few steps, and said in a low voice while holding the Ju Zi Ling: "You guys look at this, this is the Mo Family Ju Zi Ling, and I am Mo Jiu. Also, The person next to me is Beimeng Dahan Xiaoqian, you must have heard of it? Now someone pretends to be my name and goes up the mountain to destroy the foundation of my Mohist ancestors, take me in quickly."

"Ju, Ju son..."

"If you violate the order, you will not be forgiven lightly!"

"Yes!" The disciple dared not neglect.

One of them rushed forward on horseback and went up first to report to Shen Shimao.

The other person tremblingly led Mo Jiu and the others up the mountain.

……

On the way up the mountain, from the narration of the leading disciples, Mo Jiu knew that the "big boy" who went up the mountain yesterday also led another group of people.

Apart from the group of attendants in front of the saddle and behind the horse, the most eye-catching ones are Xiao Qian, who is inseparable from the grandson of the Mo family, and the few guards around him.

Mo Jiu was not surprised by this.Since they can "change" Mo Jiu, they will definitely "change" Xiao Qian accordingly, otherwise how can they go up the mountain smoothly?
What really surprised her was that from the mouth of her disciples, she found out that no one went up the mountain today.

In other words, the woman who "escaped" from the cold palace, whether she was Wen Jingshu or not, did not come up under their noses.

This also means that there is some discrepancy between the facts and what Hou San said.

Did Hou San get it wrong, or did she take the risk and went up the mountain from another mountain path?
Mo Jiu couldn't figure it out.

With worry and a high hanging heart, when he finally arrived at the Mohist main altar compound on the top of the mountain, Mo Jiu did not see Shen Mingmao.

In the Mohist main altar, apart from a few scattered disciples, everything is desolate.

The doors and windows are somewhat damp and rotten, and it seems that they have been infested by ants and insects. This place really needs to be repaired.

Mo Jiu stroked the door, sighed, and the Duimen disciple who was looking for Shen Shimao to pass the message came over.

It seemed a little anxious, the voice arrived before the others arrived.

"Ju, Juzi, Elder Shen is not in the house, he said that he accompanied... accompanied that Juzi to the ancestor's cemetery."

"Going to the cemetery?" Mo Jiu felt a chill in his heart, his heart was suddenly cold, and he was indescribably depressed.

The disciple nodded: "It is said that it is for the restoration of the old tomb, so I have to go and have a look."

Mo Jiu clenched his fists and looked at each other with Xiao Qian, feeling a chill down his spine.

"How long have you been gone?"

The disciple seemed to have sensed the seriousness of the problem, and was a little nervous when speaking.

"About two hours."

Two hours, that is to say, they set off just after dawn?

That being said, they were also a little impatient.

With a cold snort, Mo Jiu's expression turned cold, "Take us there."

"Yes, but..." Several disciples faltered.

After all, even now, they still can't tell which one is real and which one is fake.

What's more, Shen Shimao, who came first, was approved by Shen Shimao. He is not here now, so how dare they be the master?

Once you admit the wrong person, who dares to bear the responsibility.

Therefore, the disciples were a little hesitant about bringing Mo Jiu and his party to the ancestor's cemetery.

"Why don't Juzi drink tea and rest here first, and wait for Elder Shen to come back—"

"When will it be your turn to make decisions about me?"

Seeing the situation, Mo Jiu was a little annoyed, before they finished speaking, he snorted coldly and glanced at Zhao Shengdong.

"Yes." Zhao Shengdong understood immediately.

Before a few disciples could react, Zhao Shengdong's men moved their hands.

Force is always the best and most effective way to resolve disputes, more effective than any collusion.

The few Mohist disciples who were restrained immediately fell silent.

Mo Jiu's brows were furrowed, both angry and helpless.

"Take us! Come on!"

……

The flash flood broke out this summer, and it has long passed.

But the damage to the cemetery caused by flash floods can still be seen at a glance.

The cemetery of the ancestors of the Mohists is a little far from the main altar, on another hilltop, on a dragon's spine Fengshui ground.

Mo Jiu, who came to visit his ancestor for the first time, escorted several of his own disciples to stand at the entrance of the cemetery. This situation is a bit funny.

"Don't blame your ancestors!" Mo Jiu clasped his hands together and bowed towards the cemetery. "After all, it's too early for you to get angry, because... you may fight later, which will interfere with your purity."

Song Xi and Fang Jiran led people over and entered the tomb passage by themselves, but many people stayed outside to guard.

In this group of people, apart from dozens of Mohist disciples, a large group of people are guards wearing Beimeng military uniforms.

In fact, if you look closely, the clothes on their bodies can't conceal their origins - you can tell at a glance that they are from Nanrong.

But coincidentally, Xiao Qian also had a group of Nanrong Forbidden Army under his command.Therefore, this matter obviously did not attract Shen Shimao's attention.

"What are you doing, you are so bold!"

"This... this is... Juzi? What's going on?"

The guards outside the tomb gave two completely different reactions when they saw Mo Jiu and his party approaching.

The Mohist disciples were surprised, suspicious, and unrealistically uncertain.

Some of them had met Mo Jiu. She looked exactly like Juzi, but Juzi had just entered the tomb passage before, which made them a little dazed.

The other Nanrong guards who reacted differently were a little nervous.

They couldn't help talking, and as soon as the leader had a drink, they immediately lit up their weapons.

"Brothers, arrest this group of people who trespassed in the forbidden area of ​​the Mo family!"

"I'll fuck your mother!" Mo Jiu was obviously so angry that he couldn't choose what to say.

There's no way, what she hates the most in her life is impostors.

When I was a child, watching Journey to the West, watching the episodes of the real and fake Monkey King made her want to get angry, let alone this "Monkey King" who is hard to distinguish now?Or even the fake "Monkey King"?
...That feeling can make you vomit blood.

In fact, at this moment, she was almost sure that Fang Jiran was impersonating her.

Her elder sister, relying on her familiarity with her for a long time, put on a human skin mask similar to her, not only successfully deceived Shen Shimao and the disciples of Shenlongshan, and came to the ancestor's tomb to domineering, but also What the hell made her have to embarrass her disciples again and again.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

She was so upset that she would feel sorry for herself if she didn't scold her dirty.

Amidst the scolding, her son Ling Yiliang coldly faced the group of Mohist disciples, preempting them.

"Mo Jiu is here! Whoever dares to recognize a thief as his father today, don't blame me for not showing face to the ancestors, and I will clean up the house in front of the tomb!"

The sentence of cleaning up the door shocked all the disciples of the Mohist school.

Mo Jiu looked around them, and without explaining much, he pulled the firecracker into his hand and pointed the gun at those people.

"I count to three. Those who don't obey my order will be slaughtered!"

Everyone has a weakness in their hearts, it just depends on who they meet.

Some Mohist disciples may not have met Mo Jiu in person, but they have heard of her "deeds" to some extent.

In contrast, they suddenly felt that such a stingy woman might be their real boss.

Unsure for a while, a group of Mohist disciples froze on the spot, somewhat at a loss.

After a moment of hesitation, a relatively high-ranking disciple hesitantly stepped forward and bowed to Mo Jiu.

"Girl, don't be annoyed, we are also for the Mo family... Otherwise, you should be calm and I will go in and report to Elder Shen right away?"

"One!" Mo Jiu ignored and gritted his teeth.

"girl……"

"Two!" Her voice was heavier.

"Juzi!" The disciple immediately changed his address, but he didn't give way.

"Three! Get out of the way!"

Mo Jiu was really furious.

There was a bang when the firearm released the safety.

The sound of the explosion startled Shino, and the shot was impartial, and it just hit the hat of the speaking disciple.

"ah!"

Amidst his surprised cry, along with his hat falling to the ground, there was a lock of bloody hair.

On Hao Hao's head, there was also a bloody mess, he was not seriously injured, but his face turned pale with fright, and at almost the same time, gurgling blood rolled down from the top of his head.

"Ju... Juzi..."

In a stalemate, force deterrence is often the most effective.

After several years of war career, Mo Jiu had already realized this.

Sometimes it's not because she wants to be ruthless, but because the best way to reduce casualties and get a quick solution is to be ruthless.

Apart from Song Xi's bodyguards here, of course people like the Mo family can't become accomplices. Although she said "clean up the house", can she really kill her own people in front of Shennong's tomb?Of course not.Therefore, she had to let these people retreat in the face of difficulties, not to mention helping them, at least to take care of them, so that they would not help each other, nor stand in front of them to affect their work.

"Let's go!" After firing a shot, she didn't express what she was thinking, but said indifferently: "Kill! Don't give me face."

As soon as she shouted, Xue Fang, Sheng Dong, Chi Xi, Zou Nan, Chuang Bei and a group of elite guards followed suit.

Sure enough, under Mo Jiu's intimidation, the group of Mohist disciples gave up on her. At least half of them felt that they had offended a real tycoon, so they didn't dare to do anything, and silently retreated to the side.

In this way, it will be much easier to clean up the remaining group of Nanrong Forbidden Army.

This is not a difficult battle in itself. Fighting in a small area, the Nanrong Forbidden Army is not their opponent at all.

But Mo Jiu was not afraid of being defeated, but was afraid of being delayed.

Seeing that the situation was almost over and the fight was still going on, she glanced sideways at Xiao Qian.

"Liulang, let's go first!"

There was no wave in Xiao Qian's eyes, he nodded calmly, and ordered Zhao Shengdong to lead a group of people behind him, and continue to ink with Nan Rongbing, while he himself protected Mo Jiu, and led a group of people into the tomb passage that had been washed away by the torrent.

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　Erjin worked very hard today, actually wrote a lot, but I didn't have time to correct the latter part, there are many typos, so I won't upload it for now.

　　Well, I am going to write the finale in one go. I will upload this part first, and I will continue to write. Everyone will just wait and see, and try to let go of the fire in your heart. In fact, I also want to finish it in one go. However, as the Spring Festival is approaching, you know this What kind of atmosphere is it, the child is at home, all kinds of things, New Year's goods, purchases, relatives, contacts, all kinds of mess, these are all things that hinder the brain... Cover your face, don't make excuses, I will find a pot cover to cover myself Hide it, you can beat it casually.

　　Well, remember to continue to love me after hammering.

　　I thought I couldn't write so much, but the finale really has too much to explain, haha, it turns out that I can't finish writing, I was wrong!
　　
　
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