Chapter 380 No Cracks Can Be Seen No Matter How Deep the Sky Is

Mo Gong is the highest level person in this world.

This fact is so clear, as if he was standing in the snow-covered palace in black at this moment, he could see it at a glance.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be standing here, but he is standing here, and no one dares to ask.

There are some paw prints on the snow, which are the traces of blue birds flying in the sky.

Mo Gong stopped looking at the sky, and looked at those paw prints, thoughtfully.

In the duty room outside the imperial city wall, Master Zhang looked at the tea in the cup, which was getting less and less hot, and was also thoughtful.

An official stood in front of him with a nervous expression.

The commander of the forbidden army pushed open the door, walked in with Xueli, and said solemnly: "People in Cangzhou are all staring at them, just worried that those dead soldiers will sneak into the palace in advance, and those scholars gathered outside the palace. If they don't disperse as soon as possible, I'm afraid they will be used by those who want to."

The Grand Maester gently pushed the teacup a little further away from the edge of the table with his index finger, and said, "If there is any movement in Your Majesty's palace, the imperial army will move."

Hearing this sentence, the official's expression changed drastically, and he knelt down in front of him with a bang, and said anxiously, "My lord, absolutely not!"

The Grand Maester took a deep look at this person and did not speak.

The official said in a weak voice: "Your Majesty summoned Prince Jing's son to Beijing at random. The situation in the court suddenly became unstable, and the public opinion was raging. How can such a good opportunity be missed?"

This sentence is not explained, but the meaning is very clear. Whether His Majesty the Emperor wants to kill Prince Jing's son, or Prince Jing's son wants to kill the king, the court can take advantage of the chaos to do many things, and there is no need to bear any crimes afterwards. No matter how you look at it, this is the best opportunity for a bachelor, and it can even be said to be a perfect opportunity.

Even the commander of the imperial army was a little shaken, looking at the grand scholar, nervously waiting for his final decision. Seeing that Grand Master Zhang was still silent, the official had some hope, and tried to persuade him again: "Even if His Majesty really has some preparations, but Mo Gong is in the palace, as long as he takes action... what can't be solved?"

"Brother Mo only acted for the justice of the world in this life, how could he act for your own selfishness?"

Grand Master Zhang got up and walked to the window, looking into the invisible depths of the palace, thinking of the friend he had known for decades, and fell silent again.

With the wisdom and ability of Prince Jing's son, since he can bring Mo Gong into the palace, he can naturally persuade Mo Gong to take action. Today's opportunity is really good, no matter how wise and unfathomable His Majesty is, there is no way to resist this snowstorm. But why did he still feel something was wrong?

His eyes passed through the palace wall and the wind and snow, as if he saw the picture of Mo Gong standing in the snow, and felt that something very important was happening there.

Mo Gong was standing in the snowstorm, and many others were also standing in the snowstorm.

Those common people and scholars who gathered outside the palace gate kept crying in the wind and snow, begging His Majesty to ensure the safety of Prince Jing's son so that Chu would not fall into a terrible war, such as those cavalrymen who were ready to go out in the back street, or those strong men from Cangzhou who were always ready to break into the palace. Not far from the main hall, a few eunuchs who had entered the palace ten years ago were wearing feather robes, and under the cover of the wind and snow, approached quietly. Except for Tong Yan and themselves, no one knew that they were dead soldiers sent to the palace from Cangzhou.

These things and these people in the capital of the Chu State today are like those paw prints deliberately left by the blue bird in the snow. They seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact they have an extremely secret and mysterious connection.

How these things will turn out in the end, whether these people will live or die in the end, they all have to wait for the end of the game.

But the game was at a standstill at this time.

Tong Yan looked at the wind and snow in the distance, her thick eyebrows raised like swords.

This is the illusion of Qingtianjian, not the real world. The ascetics here cannot ascend, so why is there a catastrophe? Then he remembered the sentence he heard when he first entered this place many years ago - the highest level of cultivation in this world can only reach the perfection of Jindan to the first infant, that is, the first stage of wandering, and it can no longer be improved.

The reason why there are signs of catastrophe, is it because someone in this world has touched the realm above the newborn?

This kind of thing should have happened in the Qingtianjian before. The ascetics here are not real beings, and they must have been obliterated.

But this time... Tong Yan felt the change in Fengxue's breath, and her emotions were a little complicated, because he knew who the person who was going to break the catastrophe was.

Mo Gong is a great scribe, a great calligrapher, and a practitioner of the highest level for hundreds of years.

He is Tong Yan's long-awaited friend, and also a close friend of Master Zhang. He came to the capital of Chu State today not to kill the emperor, but for the peace of the world.

But just like what Academician Zhang thought, since Tong Yan could persuade him to come to the capital, there must be a way to persuade him to take action against Jing Jiu.

It's just that Tong Yan is hesitant at this time.

If Mo Gong chooses to break the robbery, it must be the result of death, and it will have a fatal impact on his situation.

No matter from Mo Gong's standpoint or his own standpoint, it seems that he should find a way to make Mo Gong choose not to be a catastrophe.

The problem is that Tong Yan is a cultivator, and he is very clear about the feeling of being ahead of the Dao. The so-called hearing the Dao in the morning, death in the evening, is what it means. He doesn't want Mo Gong to miss this opportunity because of himself.

"How would you choose?"

Tong Yan suddenly looked at Jing Jiu and asked, the question was naturally not about the next move, but Mo Gong's choice.

Jing Jiu glanced at him, but didn't speak.

In his opinion, this is not something that needs to be chosen. Life should go in that direction.

The wind and snow became faster and faster, and the picture in the palace became more and more blurred.

Time passed slowly.

Mo Gong stood in the snow, still not moving.

Jing Jiu moved.

He picked up a black chess piece and put it on the board.

Click!

A very thick bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, passing through countless snowflakes and blasting into the palace!

Countless exclamations rang out inside and outside the imperial city, causing a commotion.

Tong Yan's body became a little stiff, and she didn't know if it was a coincidence or what.

Jing Jiu said, "Go and see."

Liu Shisui took a look at Tong Yan, walked out of the palace gate holding an umbrella, and came to the palace square.

The order to seal the palace has already been made, even if the sky thunder falls and the palace is already in chaos, no one comes in.

There was a gap in the white felt snow, as if it had been burned by a lamp, and several cracks appeared around it.

The edge of Mo Gong's clothes was a little burnt, he looked at the sky silently, there was no fear in his eyes, only fighting intent, his right hand had already landed on the sword.

Liu Shisui watched him quietly, waiting for him to make a final decision.

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The feathers broke through the snow, and the blue bird flew over and landed gently on the table.

It didn't go to see Mo Gong in the snow, so those practitioners in the real world outside Echo Valley didn't see the scene of the thunder falling.

It also didn't look at the chess pieces on the chessboard, but looked at Jing Jiu, its eyes were full of inquiry and confusion.