Quadruple split.

Chapter 943 The Secret
"I think I see what you mean."

Two minutes later, Black broke the silence first, and nodded with a wry smile.

"That couldn't be better."

Mo Tan smiled, and the fear in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and he laughed briskly: "Personally, I don't really want to talk about things that will make me feel bad, because For some unspeakable reasons, I have not been in a very good mood recently."

Perhaps it was because he had a very bad impression of this brat who dared to invite Yuchen to dinner at the very beginning. Even though Mo Tan himself was just a mere little pastor of the Dawn Sect, he had no regard for this respected boy with a gorgeous resume and a noble status. A little bit of respect, even if the latter's previous sentence of "sister Wangyu, brother Heifan" was very useful to him, but that only offset a lot of negative emotions, and respect cannot be respected.

But it's no wonder, after all, carefully count those people Mo Tan has seen who are of the same standard as Black...

Xia Lian, the Saintess of the Aurora Sect, is an older leftover woman who is very prone to hysteria, behaves like a violent warrior, and even makes a wish for breast enlargement when praying to the goddess, and speaks with extremely gritty teeth.

Feyali, the saint of the Wealth Sect, is an out-and-out bastard businessman. Although she is a god-favored person, she is full of market atmosphere. When the topic of money is not involved, her personality is extremely off-line. Very punchy, a freak who likes to stuff checks in his chest.

Chen Wangyu, the Saintess of the Dawn Sect... Well, since it is very likely to take an entire chapter into it if it is interpreted from the perspective of Mo Tan at this moment, I will skip it here for the time being.

All in all, for the above reasons, coupled with the transcendent status of the player, it is really difficult for Mo Tan to have any sense of awe for these revered saints and saints.

However, this little boy named Day Black didn't seem to want anyone to be in awe of him. After hearing Mo Tan's words, he immediately showed the same relaxed smile: "Please rest assured, Pastor Black Fan, I have never been in awe. I didn't plan to talk about things that would make you feel bad in the first place."

"Oh?"

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked softly: "Then what about a certain priest just now?"

"It was a unilateral misunderstanding."

Blake shrugged, tapped twice with his small hand on the outer edge of the fountain, and said with a smile: "Actually, I just used the name of the Son of the Sun Sect to represent those 'minorities' who think too radically and the concrete Vollens Carleni, who directed that tragedy, is apologizing, not asking for forgiveness or forgiveness."

Mo Tan's eyes became slightly surprised: "Oh?"

"The reason for my apology is that I think what they did was wrong. Maybe we all believe in the same god, but this does not mean that I am willing to cover up those colleagues who made big mistakes, from them trying to use innocent people. The moment we sacrifice ourselves for glory and prove our piety, we are no longer the same people."

Although both the appearance and the voice are a bit immature, but this thirteen-year-old boy is full of a certain kind of majesty at this moment, a strong sense of presence that makes it impossible for anyone to underestimate his existence or ignore his every word. It is as eye-catching as the only color in the black and white world.

But Mo Tan just nodded calmly, and asked with interest: "So what did I misunderstand?"

Black, who was scrambling to catch his breath, couldn't help being a little stunned, obviously he didn't expect that the priest in front of him, Hei Fan, could be so calm in front of his inadvertently revealed aura.

It's not that he thinks too highly of himself. In fact, if another person with the same strength as Mo Tan stood here, he might have knelt in front of Black, who unconsciously showed his aura. The core reason why he wanted to hold back his breath in a panic.

But I don’t know how many winds and waves I have seen, there are dozens of hundreds of temperaments that can be easily disguised by "myself", and I have coexisted with some kind of creepy "existence" for several years long, long ago. In the game, even in front of the "Black Fan" who turned into a "sin" in a short period of time, Black's extremely oppressive aura just now was useless, as if it didn't exist.

"Your misunderstanding is that I never intended to intercede for Golden Crown Priest Warrens Carleni from the very beginning."

Carefully burying his surprise in his heart, Black secretly made an 'interesting' evaluation of Mo Tan, while suppressing his smile and said solemnly: "Actually, I tried to ask Sister Wangyu to talk alone a few times before. I want to clarify this matter."

Mo Tan also looked serious: "What! How many times have you wanted to ask Wang Yuyu!?"

"Pastor Heifan, let's get down to business first..."

The son of Zhengtai, who feels a little mature, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "The meaning I want to convey is very simple, that is, I hope you don't confuse our entire Sun Sect with those 'minorities' lurking in the shadows. Strictly speaking, both the 'moderates' and the 'minorities' are part of the sect and believe in the great sun god, but we are not the same people."

Mo Tan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "That is to say, as the representative of the 'moderate faction', you don't want to say hello to Volens Carleni, but simply want to draw a line with him."

"To be precise, it is the 'moderates' who want to draw a clear line from the 'minority'. No, we have already drawn a clear line, but in the eyes of most people, the Sun Sect is the Sun Sect."

Black sighed helplessly, shook his head and said, "But as I said just now, this is not the case, it's just that these contents are absolutely impossible to say on the surface, it will only cause unnecessary turmoil, and It will also put our Sun Sect in a very embarrassing situation."

This sentence is completely understandable for Mo Tan. After all, based on his understanding of the 'minority faction', it is entirely predictable that no matter who knows that there is such a group of unscrupulous and mentally ill people in the Sun Sect, they will fall into panic. And without hesitation, propose...

"If that's the case, why don't you 'moderates' who know everything about it, just eradicate those 'minorities'?"

Because of what happened in Sumir before, Mo Tan, who did not have the slightest sympathy for the minority faction, did not hesitate to ask directly: "Since you...or the moderate faction have clearly drawn a clear line with them, even Even the person who is the chief priest of the Golden Crown can be sacrificed without hesitation, so even if you just clean up those guys who are of no value to this world, it shouldn't be a psychological burden, right?"

His deep black eyes calmly stared at the holy son in front of him. At this moment, Mo Tan was no longer the ordinary young man A who was worried about gains and losses, was content with the situation, and was full of feelings. The chess player standing in front of the sand table and looking down coldly made a decision immediately after simply assessing the situation.

"If I could, I'd love to do that too."

But Blake shrugged, spread his hands and said, "Unfortunately, as I said just now, the minorities are always 'hiding in the shadows', that is to say, even those of us inside the Sun Sect don't know who is 'Minority', in fact, before the shot by the officiant of the Golden Crown, Warrens Kareni, we didn't expect that the person who seemed a bit rigid but gentle would be a member of the minority. and……"

"And what?"

Seeing that Black suddenly became hesitant, Mo Tan subconsciously asked a question.

"Being limited by certain rules, it is not easy for us to directly eliminate minorities. In fact, if Priest Wollens succeeds in killing all of you, Priest Black Fan, in Sumir, we will not be able to do so without proof of death. To punish him, and even to protect him."

Black clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Even if he has been clearly defined as a minority, even if he will be deliberately suppressed in the future, he will still be sheltered."

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you plan to explain the secrets of the Sun Sect to me?"

"Yes, although this is not something that should be publicized, but as a victim of the actions of the minority, as the partner of Sister Wang Yu, someone who is favored by His Royal Highness Xia Lian and even the current Pope Dawn, I think you can Know something."

Black's childish little face looked a little tired, and a distressed smile curled up at the corner of his mouth: "And there are some things, speaking out may make me, who is given high hopes but is too young to know, much easier."

"All ears."

Mo Tan is concise and to the point.

"In the history of my Sun Sect, except for some overly turbulent years, in most cases it was dominated by 'moderate factions' or factions close to 'moderate factions', and among the many minority factions, The most active one is the branch that Warrens Carleni belongs to. Time has changed, and until a certain generation long ago, there were only two factions left in the Sun Sect, and the two factions with the most deep-rooted contradictions."

Blake was sitting by the fountain, tapping his index finger unconsciously on the marble under him, and a faint layer of flames flowed behind him, blocking off the water spray that tried to wet the boy's robe: "In the past thousands of years, The 'moderate' who dominated most of the time had at least a hundred and sixty-nine chances to wipe out the 'minority' which has survived to this day, and no one has ever done so."

Mo Tan didn't ask stupidly, 'Why is that? ', just continue to listen quietly.

"The reason is actually very simple. Many people... at least those who separated those factions at the beginning felt that only when there is competition can they remain strong, maintain prosperity, and prosper forever. Compared with the unstable external pressure, the promotion effect of internal pressure is greater. Much bigger."

Black's voice was not the slightest waver, just recounting as if endorsing: "And this idea has become a certain kind of rule, that is to say, as long as none of the minorities change their minds and become moderates, then the Sun Sect will never Probably monolithic."

Mo Tan frowned, and teased without a smile: "It sounds quite reasonable."

"The fact is also true. For countless years, no matter before or after the establishment of the Holy Church Union, every sect has had a downturn period. Only my Sun Sect has always maintained relative prosperity, and the scale of the union has never dropped out The top three, a large part of which are inseparable from the 'minority'."

The expression of Zhengtai Shengzi was a bit complicated, and he paused for a while before continuing: "On the one hand, it is because of the pressure brought by the so-called 'competition', and on the other hand, those people are indeed doing something that is beneficial to the sect, although That's not something I can tolerate."

"I understand."

Sitting next to the young man, Mo Tan silently set up a [Law·Barrier] behind him, and asked lightly, "So what exactly do you want to express?"

"Sincerity is just my personal sincerity."

Blake lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoe, and clenched his right hand lightly tapping on the outer edge of the fountain: "But I hope that one day in the future, I can change the increasingly distorted sect in my eyes, and make those deviant noises disappear... "

Mo Tan couldn't help laughing: "It's a great ambition, but what does it have to do with you expressing your sincerity to me?"

"Because I think, if there is such a day, you might be able to help me, Pastor Black Fan."

Black rarely showed a smile that matched his age, and said with a smile: "Using the words of His Royal Highness Faiyali from the Fortune Sect, this should be regarded as an early investment."

"Sincerity is worthless, so this is not considered an investment, and I'm just an ordinary passerby whose goal is to eat and die."

Mo Tan lightly patted Black on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "But if there is such a day, I should be willing to help you."

Black clapped his hands happily, then jumped to the ground briskly, and saluted Mo Tan impeccably: "Thank you very much, Pastor Black Fan."

The latter also stood up, shook his head and said, "I dare not, Your Highness Black."

"By the way, there is one more thing~"

Blake's expression changed suddenly, he scratched his cheek embarrassingly, and said in a low voice, "After thinking about it, I think it's necessary to explain."

Mo Tan looked curiously at the young man in front of him who suddenly twitched: "What?"

"I like Sister Wangyu very much."

Black first said something that made Motan's blood pressure soar, and then said: "But it's not the 'like', if it's...uh...it's...the 'like' that wants to achieve a partnership with the other party, I In fact, I like those with a more mature temperament...ah, I don't mean that sister Wangyu is immature, nor do I mean that I have that idea about her, I mean temperament..."

"Okay, I get it, I get it."

Mo Tan let out a long sigh of relief, and patted Blackard on the shoulder cheerfully: "I already understand that you are not a sister-convict."

"I……"

"You, are you actually in charge of Yujie?"

"what?"

Chapter [-]: End

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