late at night!

Beijing!

Dark clouds are crossing, and the big moon is hanging high.

Li Mo was walking alone on the deserted street. The lights on both sides were gradually extinguished, and the sound of the watch was faintly heard from the alley in the distance.

After walking in the Hongmen Prison, Li Mo knew everything about his past. Although he couldn't believe everything Gu Jingting said, he could still get a rough idea based on various clues he had in the past.

At least one thing Li Mo can be sure of is that he does have the blood of the Li family flowing through his body.

It's just that he is different from other people from Li's ancestral hall.

Since Li Zu transformed into a mysterious root, all members of the Li family came from that mysterious root. There are only five or six people in a generation, but each one of them is a terrifying and powerful man who can overwhelm the world, with extraordinary potential and terrifying strength.

However, Li Mo was born in a mortal body and showed no miraculous features in his bloodline. He was no different from ordinary people.

In addition, members of the Li family will leave their names in the ancestral hall from birth.

For example, the first member of the Li family, [King Li Zong], was born in Xuangen, or Li Mo’s mother [Li Chuyi].

Even Xuantian Taoist species have left their names behind.

But Li Mo has no name left in the Li family ancestral hall.

"That place... maybe I will go there again..."

Li Mo murmured softly, thoughtfully.

"No one can be free when the nobles come, and the dragons and phoenixes cannot control it... For more than three hundred years, in terms of wealth and future, Li Mo... you are comparable to the Black Sword back then..."

At this moment, a soft voice slowly sounded on the deserted street, like the night wind blowing, lifting his robe, pulling Li Mo's eyes over.

At the corner of the street, there is an inconspicuous restaurant, and the stall owner is already cleaning up and preparing to close.

The dim candlelight swayed in the wind, making people's shadows grow longer.

In front of the only table that was still set, there was a young man sitting, his robes were heavy and not even a hair, and he had the calm demeanor of an ancient well.

He was dressed simply, but he could not suppress his noble temperament. His black hair was like flying, swaying leisurely under the light of a bright lamp in front of him.

"Come and sit."

The young man waved, with a long-lost smile on his face, as if an old friend was reunited and was overjoyed.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, showing a thoughtful expression.

Such a man speaks a few words, has no magic skills, and does not have profound Taoism, but he has a boundless trend.

Li Mo thought that he had seen a lot of things in this capital city. He was as domineering and divine as Feng Wannian, and as noble and unrestrained as Master Ji... However, none of their temperaments seemed to be comparable to the young man in front of him.

With what he was thinking in his mind, Li Mo still walked over. As he got closer, he felt more and more that the special thing about the young man in front of him was that he was returning to his original nature, unlike a practicing person.

However, the more this happened, the more Li Mo became certain that this person must be a master.

"This is the first time we have met..." The young man looked at the ancient lamp in front of him and whispered softly.

"But this is not the first time we have dealt with..."

Li Mo pondered for a moment, and his voice became a little indifferent.

"Your eyes are quite vicious..." The young man smiled.

"Such a special temperament, such a special meeting... Apart from being from the royal family, I really can't think of any other possibility..."

At this point, Li Mo paused for a moment, but his originally indifferent eyes became as cold as frost.

"Am I right? Your Highness Seventeenth!"

"How brave, knowing that I am the prince, yet you don't bow to me when you see me!?"

Zhou Lingchao stared at Li Mo for a moment, but a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"If I bow, I'm afraid Wang Lingce is not far away and wants to pierce my spine..."

"If I worship, I'm afraid Feng Wannian and Master Ji will scold me for three lifetimes..."

Li Mo looked calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

He could never forget that that day in Nature Valley, he was plotted by the seventeenth prince. Wang Lingce, as his guide into the Xuantian Pavilion, ended up becoming a puppet in his dream. He could not control himself in life or death, and finally died of hatred.

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As for Feng Wannian and Master Ji, they also suffered serious crimes and have yet to be revealed.

Li Mo even lived abroad and left the capital in embarrassment.

He engraved every detail in his heart and never forgot it.

"If a real man wants to establish himself in the world and achieve great achievements, he should never be fettered by grudges..."

Zhou Lingchao didn't take it seriously and smiled lightly: "Li Mo, I see that you are a talent, so I will give you a chance..."

"If you surrender to me and be used by me, you can put the past behind you, and I will promise you infinite bright future."

Zhou Lingchao showed the courage of the Daqian royal family. In his eyes, there is no grudge or hatred, and the great cause and effect can be laughed off. Even a powerful enemy can be used by me.

"As expected of the Shenzong bloodline, we have settled our grudges with one word..."

Li Mo's eyes were like swords, looking through the dim light to his heart.

"It's a pity...it doesn't matter what you say."

Buzz…

As soon as the words were spoken, a strong wind suddenly rose, causing the flags and flags of the stall to flutter in the air and causing the candlelight of the ancient lamp to sway.

At this moment, the smile on Zhou Lingchao's face gradually disappeared. He seemed to have changed. He was no longer as warm as before, and his eyes were cold and indifferent, as if there was no human emotion.

"The Dream Master... is a master who once followed His Majesty Shenzong, and is also a member of [Xia, Shang and Zhou]..."

At this moment, Zhou Lingchao changed the topic and said suddenly.

Li Mo raised his brows, showing a thoughtful look. He knew that the Dream Master was the successor of the Great Dream Eternal Kung Fu, and the only supreme master in the history of the world who was compatible with both "sweet dreams" and "nightmares".

"He once said that the world is long and all living things are just a big dream..."

"All dharmas arise according to the mind, and all thoughts disappear according to the mind..."

As he spoke, Zhou Lingchao moved his fingers, stirring the flames of the ancient lamp.

"Li Mo...this heart lamp is the treasure left by [Dream Master]..."

"The light of the heart can reveal reality and reality...how do you know you are not in a dream?" Zhou Lingchao said lightly.

"Dameng Eternal Skill? Your Highness, I have seen this kind of skill before..." Li Mo sneered.

"Whether it is true or not, whether it is false or not, do not use heretics as the dharma..."

Zhou Lingchao shouted in a low voice, with a loud and nameless voice: "Li Mo, you have been dreaming for a long time, don't you know it?"

In an instant, the flame of the heart lamp sublimated and became extremely bright.

Li Mo's eyes widened, he felt like the world was spinning and he couldn't help himself.

"Still not awake yet!?"

This sound was like a wake-up call, deafening and inspiring.

Li Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and his heavy breathing echoed in the quiet room.

He was sitting on the bed, his clothes already soaked with sweat, and the dazzling sunlight streaming in through the window made him a little dizzy.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Why are you still in the room?"

At this moment, a rapid and familiar voice came from outside, and then the door seemed to have been kicked open, and a figure broke in.

"Feng Wannian!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment. He felt that his head was empty, and some things were flashing by like a fleeting light, but he could not grasp it.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Feng Wannian came to Li Mo, stretched out his five fingers, and waved them twice in front of Li Mo's dazed eyes.

"It's okay, I had a dream..."

Li Mo let out a long breath. Thinking of the feeling of nothingness just now, the reality in front of him made him feel more at ease.

"Stop dreaming, today is the day God bestows the name of Dharma..."

Feng Wannian lifted Li Mo's quilt and pulled him up directly.

"Pants...I'm riding a horse and I haven't put on my pants yet..."

"You are riding a horse...under what conditions are you sleeping naked..."

An exciting sound resounded in the mountains of Luofu. After a while, the bells rang out and incense curled up into the sky.

Two figures rushed towards the central hall along the ancient mountain road.

"What name is given by God?" Li Mo asked as he rushed.

"Are you still awake? Worship [Sir Xuantian] and ask for a Taoist name..."
To be continued...