Chapter 216: The Immortality of the Corpse (please subscribe)

Tianhen Mountain, the back mountain, Mo Mansion.

In the study room.

Mo Chengjun sat behind the desk, his eyes fixed on the letter in his hand, and his expression was... wonderful!

Yes, if you have mixed expressions such as "unbelievable", "uncomprehensible", "confused", "dark", etc., you can only describe them with the word "wonderful".

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

Heaven!

Yes, the letter mentioned the "Heavenly Court".

There are many reply letters from Balinger to Mo Chengjun, and they are very long. Anyway, there are much more than Mo Chengjun sent them.

At least half of the contents are accusing Mo Chengjun of overestimating his abilities and criticizing him for his ignorance.

It's just a little golden elixir, but I don't know who my surname is, so I actually provoked Jiandao to him.

He also exaggeratedly expressed how many times he fought with people outside, how many times he killed enemies, how many demons he killed, what name he got, what kind of magical power he had learned, etc....

Anyway, I praise myself so much that it is almost not a golden elixir, but an immortal in the sword.

Mo Chengjun doesn't even look at all these things with a direct eye. At most, he can just glance at them with a squint and look at them with disdain.

Until the second half of the letter, the formal content finally entered - Balinger talked in detail about the current situation in Yunzhou and his analytical views.

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

But Balinger's analysis of the situation was not as optimistic as the two little ones, nor as pessimistic as Elder Li of the outer sect. He analyzed the results based on the information he obtained.

Although the situation is dangerous, it really cannot be said to be very serious. The specific reason is just four words - a pile of loose sand.

Yes, in the current situation in Yunzhou, there are three demon kingdoms in the northwest, there are Wanfo Temple in the east, there are ill-intentioned people, the Taishang Daozong in the south, there are many rebel organizations inside, and the fourth prince's usual position, the gentry and officials are also worried.

All these things seem to be smooth.

But how to say it?

After all, it is the world where great power belongs to one's own world. A immortal cultivator can defeat a city by one person. As long as the Xinghe Sword Sect is not in chaos, it will not be easily overturned.

What's more, although there are many people in this group, there are no leaders in the group and their strength cannot be gathered together, so it's just a mess of sand.

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

Compared to what has already jumped out, the poisonous snake hidden in the dark is still the most terrifying.

Well, Balinger really doesn't know that the "Butian Sect" is promoting it behind it, but she still tells Mo Chengjun firmly that the situation in Yunzhou can be so bad, and there will inevitably be behind-the-scenes forces that will fuel the fire.

But he didn't know which party it was.

But if you want to say which one is the most suspicious, it must be the place in Zhongzhou, the Zhao royal family, and the Queen Dugu who has good methods.

The last one was Balinger's guess, and Mo Chengjun did not comment, and he was not surprised by the evaluation of this "scattered sand".

Can it be a mess?

The rebels killed him, and even cut off countless supplies, and buried them in the Xinghe Sword Sect. It would be strange if they were not alone in a mess!

However, Mo Chengjun also knew that with the strength shown by the "Butian Sect", if he noticed that Tu Su was dead, he would probably send someone else to Yunzhou.

I don't know what will happen then?

Of course, if you say that Xinghe Sword Sect has no plans, it is not true.

At least after coming back for so long, Mo Chengjun gradually realized that six of the seven palace masters had gone out, as if they had made some plans.

I just don’t know where their swords will fall?

Well, Balinger was not in front of him after all, and the two of them could not communicate with each other. They could not say much about their respective ideas.

Then, at the end of the letter, Balinger also knew Mo Chengjun.

Knowing that he had been in seclusion for a year, the information was probably out of touch, he told him about all the deeds of the past year.

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

It was just a few months ago. Calculate the time. It should be when Lao Fuzi and Siji Jianzun returned from the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountains, they actually issued an order.

On the one hand, the affairs of the Heavenly Court were passed on to other Immortal Sects and the Zhao royal family, and the sects of all sizes in Yunzhou were notified.

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

The order given by the sect also clearly states that if you encounter someone who claims to be the heavenly court, you must report it quickly.

And, be careful of ghosts and gods!

What is this "ghost and god"?

Mo Chengjun is not very clear about it, but at least most of the content can be understood.

But he was a little confused when the sect’s operations later!

The sect has found many people looking for records of "Heavenly Court" in the pile of old papers.

Yes, since Heavenly Court is known as the beginning of the immortal path and the foundation of civilization, can it be recorded without a record of it a long time ago?

Well, this idea is actually correct, but it was something Mo Chengjun never expected.

That feeling was like a strange feeling of being able to play this ‘game’ like this.

However, what made Mo Chengjun's expression "exciting" was still there - Balinger made a special addition at the end of the letter.

Really, just two short sentences caused a storm in Mo Chengjun's mind...

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

"Now, the eight immortal sects and the Zhao royal family are gathering Confucian scholars to read the fragments of ancient books and find more information."

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

Although this is not his temporary intention to borrow the name of "Heavenly Court", it is not much different.

But now, it has been confirmed?

What did you tell me that confirmed it?

Return to historical materials?

Where does historical materials come from?

If you impersonate historical materials, you have to bear legal responsibility. It’s like counterfeiting antiques. Don’t talk nonsense?

At this point, two villains came out in Mo Chengjun's mind.

A villain was clamoring that this must be a conspiracy. The old master probably wanted to do something under the name of "Heavenly Court", so that's why.

But another villain muttered secretly in his ear.

If the Eight Great Immortal Sects are not fools, and if you don’t have any real things, how could you recognize this inexplicable ‘Heavenly Court’?

Could it be that a long time ago, there was such a place for gods to live in?

...

Also today.

Yunjiancheng.

Today, a guest was welcomed by Tea Tree Alley. A handsome young man with a white face and a handsome face slightly incited the folding fan in his hand and stood outside the alley for a long time. After a long time, he finally pulled the folding fan and walked slowly into it.

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

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

Only two people could move in the entire space. One was the scholar. He had already withdrawn the folding fan and straightened his body. Although his expression was still so smiling, he was vaguely solemn.

In the private school opposite him, the old master walked out step by step with his back hunched over. Although he could not see the overwhelming magic power, every step he took made the white-faced scholar look ugly.

However, when I looked at the person who came, the old master was surprised that he could not hide his surprise.

"I really didn't expect that you were here? Since that magic weapon is in your hands, why would you be willing to be driven by them?"

The white-faced scholar didn't know what happened, so he immediately defended: "Misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding. I didn't come because of them, nor did I fight with you.

I am here because I have something to ask for. Please be careful and be anxious. It is a pity to use this sword formation on me, but it is a pity."

The old master turned his head slightly: "You really weren't sent by them?"

The white-faced scholar swears to the sky and the earth: "No, definitely not. You always allow me to have some time, and I will explain my purpose."

The old master stared at him seriously and said for a long time: "It's really not, I'm wasting my magic power."

As he said that, he turned around and returned to the private school, and as he moved forward step by step, the great sense of crisis was also diminishing.

From afar, an old voice came again: "Come in, do you want me to invite you?"

"Here you come!"

In the original place, the white-faced scholar wiped out the non-existent sweat and followed it into the room step by step.

And when he stepped into it, everything solidified back to normal.
To be continued...