Of course, Lin Mo couldn't let Miko Kuzawa grab his throat. Miko Kuzawa would really kill him now, so he raised his right hand and instantly slapped Miko Kuzawa's hand away. He said urgently: "Miko, I'm really sorry for you." I said without any harm that I love you and you also said that you love me..."
"The devil loves you"
Miko Kuzawa's left hand clenched into a fist and hit Lin Mo's face with such force that she definitely wanted to blow Lin Mo's head off.
Lin Mo turned his head to avoid Miko Hisawa's fist. Just as he was avoiding the fist, Miko Hisawa suddenly withdrew his hand and stepped back. The white silk reappeared and immediately wrapped around Lin Mo's feet.
Lin Mo's face changed slightly, but it was too late to react. Kuzawa Miko's hand shook and his body turned over.
During the flip, Lin Mo's feet suddenly hit the tree next to him and kicked... The tree body was directly hit by his kick, causing cracks.
The gap quickly expanded and then began to break from where Lin Mo's feet were. Lin Mo used the force to rise upwards, then turned his body and landed on his feet.
"If you have the guts, just come after me."
When Lin Mo's feet landed on the ground, Miko Kuzawa had already run forward more than 20 meters away. A cold voice came back [
Lin Mo didn't chase him, he just stared blankly at the white figure that was gradually going away, feeling extremely disappointed in his heart. There was a faint wetness in his eyes.
"If the heart does not die from love, troubles will naturally arise."
A sigh suddenly sounded from behind Lin Mo
Lin Mo was shocked and turned around. His aura surged all over his body and he looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a scribe in front of him. He was really shocked. With his current level of cultivation, he didn't even know there was someone around him. You can imagine how powerful this middle-aged scribe is.
"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm." Seeing Lin Mo being so nervous and guarded, the middle-aged scribe smiled calmly and then turned around, "Follow me." As he said, he took one step and took ten meters. The next step was already fifty meters away.
“So fast”
Lin Mo hesitated for a moment and then followed him. He really felt that the other party had no ill intentions and if he wanted to kill him with his strength, he would have died long ago. He was one of the most powerful people he had ever seen. He definitely didn't know that. Under the Zen Master
"Innate Master"
When he thought of Zen Master Dao following him, Lin Mo's heart trembled again.
The middle-aged scribe led Lin Mo forward for at least a dozen miles and then arrived in a forest. When Lin Mo was ten meters away from him, he waved his hand and several shadows flashed before sinking into the ground.
Suddenly, Lin Mo felt a flower in front of him. The scene in front of him was that the trees around him were changing and disappearing. He and the middle-aged scribe were in a white world.
There are only two people in this world, Lin Mo and the middle-aged scribe. At this time, there is a table and two chairs between them. On the table are a piece of white paper and a pen.
"Please take a seat." The middle-aged scribe waved his hands and sat down first.
Lin Mo hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward and sat down.
When the middle-aged scribe waited for Lin Mo to sit down, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him carefully. His eyebrows trembled slightly and he said, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?" [
"I don't know"
Lin Mo said this. Looking at the middle-aged scribe, he felt from his eyes that they were as deep and bottomless as a glance at a cold pool of autumn water. He only knew how cold it was but did not know how deep it was.
At first glance, I can tell that the sky and the stars are inside, and it seems to be perfectly possible.
"If you don't know, you know." The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and then looked at the pen and paper on the table and said, "I want to test your handwriting."
"Testing words." Lin Mo pondered for a moment and then smiled: "Senior is a master in this world. He can see my heart no matter what I write."
"Not necessarily, but I hope I can understand something." The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Please don't take offense. I'm just being entrusted by others."
"Then I don't know how to call senior?" Lin Mo asked
"The name is just a code name. You can call me whatever you want," the middle-aged scribe said.
"Pretending" Lin Mo suddenly thought of these two things and then smiled: "Senior is a master and sees that juniors are more abrupt than juniors."
"Let's decide on a word." The middle-aged scribe smiled and stopped saying such polite words, his face suddenly became serious.
Lin Mo also became serious. Although the middle-aged scribe didn't seem to be malicious, he was still very wary.
However, he was also curious about why the other party came to him just to test his writing, so he picked up a pen and wrote a word. The word "ink" was his name.
"The strong and deep ink characters on the back of the paper are rich in literary style, but when you write them, they show the murderous spirit of the battle between the two armies. The awe-inspiring, powerful and heavy atmosphere makes it tragic." The middle-aged scribe looked at the word "ink" written by Lin Mo with a faint look. "Rin" I can see from the words that you are not a stickler for rules. You are afraid of the law, but you have a bottom line in life. There are nine righteousness and one evil between the lines. It's like you came from hell to achieve your goal. You can bleed all over the ground. But there are glyphs in it. Through the iron paintings and silver hooks, there is a hint of murderous intention. If there is any obstacle on the way forward, he will kill with his sword. Even if there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, he will not hesitate. But I am a little surprised that you are originally from the Lin family, but from the literal point of view, you have already It’s the annihilation of hundreds of tribes…”
Hearing this, Lin Mo was completely moved. At the same time, murderous intent suddenly emerged in his heart. If the other party hadn't been stronger than him, maybe he would have been unable to help but kill him. From what the other party said, the other party seemed to have read just one word he wrote. revealed his origin
"Lin Mo, don't be nervous. Even if I see something, as long as you stick to your bottom line, no matter how much you commit murder in your life, I will not be your enemy." The middle-aged scribe said when he noticed Lin Mo's sudden murderous intention.
Lin Mo was relieved when he heard this. He heard that what the other party said was true and he spoke from the bottom of his heart.
"Senior, can you tell where my path will take me?" Lin Mo was convinced of the middle-aged scribe's ability to measure words and couldn't help but said, "Senior, please clarify my doubts."
"Haha, I'm not a god. I don't know where your road will go." The middle-aged scribe smiled. "Your words are embarrassing me. But with my current cultivation level, I can only see that your road has no end. Your road is not just in the world." Earth, your true path should be in other worlds.”
"Senior, I believe there are other worlds." Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
"I believe that because I learned from Tianji, the old man is a senior immortal called Xiu Xian. His ray of consciousness traveled through the sky and space to accept me as his disciple. Otherwise, maybe I can only live a mediocre life. That's why my heart is not on the earth. I work hard." The goal of my training is to cultivate to the world of immortality. My master said he would take me there as soon as I reach enough cultivation level."
Lin Mo listened quietly, but at this moment, his heart was more excited than ever. He was shocked that the person opposite him actually knew about the world of immortality, and his master turned out to be Old Man Tianji, one of the three great saints in the world of immortality. Lin Mo was now shocked. Yu was wondering if the person on the other side looking for him now was because his master had taught him that he was entrusted by someone to be the Holy Immortal of Heaven.
"Can Lin Mo write another word?" The middle-aged scribe saw Lin Mo sitting with a calm face and said with a smile.
Lin Mo didn't say anything. He picked up the pen and thought for a while, then solemnly wrote the word "天".
"One or two people..." The middle-aged scribe stared at the word "天" on the paper and his face suddenly became more serious. "Lin Mo, although you wrote "天" in your heart, there is no "天" in your heart. If the earth is still in the feudal era, what are you doing? Beheading is a serious crime."
"But it's not that there is no sky now," Lin Mo said
"It's okay if others say there's no heaven. If you say no, that's a lie, because you came from heaven..." At this point, the middle-aged scribe suddenly looked at Lin Mo in shock and stood up a little rudely, "You, you're not Human...it's impossible. You are obviously a human, but..."
The middle-aged scribe's constant murmuring suddenly changed from the calmness just now to the confusion now: "Did I see it wrong? Could it be that my cultivation of Tianji Testing is not enough to see your heart... This is impossible." It's impossible for me to not see through your current cultivation level, but if something like this happens now, I can only say that your destiny is very, very special..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged scribe suddenly took a deep breath and calmed down. He sat down again and stared straight at Lin Mo. His eyes were as sharp as a knife. Lin Mo was cold for a while. His voice was calm and strong, and he asked: "Do you have righteousness in your heart?" This righteousness is your bottom line and your heaven. Now I want to ask you about the heaven in your heart. Do you want to be your god?"
"I am a god..." Lin Mo said in deep thought: "If I want to be a god, I should be extremely powerful and I will never leave a mortal place in my life."
"If I want to be a god, I should be the best. I will never leave a mortal place in this life."
The middle-aged scribe's face moved when he heard this, and he muttered Lin Mo's words. Finally, he suddenly burst into laughter and waved his hand. The scene changed and returned to its original state. Lin Mo was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the middle-aged scribe copied several shadows flying towards him. The figure of Mian Banqi flashed and flew away in the air. The voice slowly came back: "This makes me feel relieved... Lin Mo, please act according to your heart. Other places dare not say that you will not suffer any more in China." Any constraints will no longer bind you..."
The voice came back slowly, but the middle-aged scribe was already far away.
"Will God no longer restrain me?" Lin Mo murmured, stood up and stared in the direction of the middle-aged scribe, with a smile on his lips and said loudly: "Although you don't say it, I think I already know who you are, Senior Hua Liudao, you Don’t worry, my ambitions towards China are not here.”
As Lin Mo finished speaking, he could vaguely hear a happy and reassuring laughter coming from the night ahead...