Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 678
"You find a place to live first, I'm going to see an old friend." Mo Chen said to Pu Huaqing.

"Young Master Chen, I'll go with you." Pu Huaqing said. In front of outsiders, Pu Huaqing naturally dared not address Master, but also called Young Master Chen.

Although Mo Chen is his master, but right now Mo Chen's strength has not recovered, so he is naturally worried.

Mo Chen smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's just to see an old friend, nothing will happen."

Now that Mo Chen said that, Pu Huaqing naturally wouldn't say much, and went looking for a place with Gudi, Lengfeng and Lu Zhengqing.

And Mo Chen wandered in the street, bought two jugs of wine at random, and then headed in one direction.

The Great Xia Imperial City has a huge area, many times larger than Qingzhou City, and ordinary warriors are unable to fly openly, so if they want to walk in the city, they generally need to use their residence cards to buy some flying equipment, so that it is convenient to master the skills of these people. The movement, once something happens, can be controlled as quickly as possible.

Mo Chen also bought the most resolute flying shield with his residence card, and flew towards one direction rapidly.

After flying for several hours, Mo Chen finally came to the foot of a mountain range. This mountain range is very ordinary, just like a countryside. There are no streets, no shops, and no houses around. It's just an ordinary barren mountain.

But Mo Chen knows that this seemingly ordinary barren mountain is not ordinary, because there is a person living in seclusion on it, of course, the premise is that the person is still there, and still lives here.

After all, a hundred years have passed, many things have changed, and no one can guarantee whether that person has left.

Mo Chen came to the top of the mountain, stood in the void, and looked at a simple hut in the dense forest in the distance. In front of the hut, there were a few small trees fluttering in the wind, which looked very desolate.

And Mo Chen's figure also seemed to become a little gloomy, looking over there quietly.

"Human affairs are ups and downs, flowers are not flowers, the dawn is windy and the moon is quiet, the night is quiet, dreaming back to the ages, I am drunk alone, who am I when the world is happy."

Mo Chen whispered one poem after another, and flew down at the same time, came to the front of the hut, sat straight at the stone table in front of the hut, put two jars of wine on it, and said with a light smile: "When the wind blew yesterday, People go to the empty building to drink alone, although the wine is not the wine of the future, the love is the love of the past."

He lifted the lid of the wine and drank it right in front of the hut.

"Who?"

Suddenly, there was an extremely sharp scolding sound, with strong anger in the words, as if it had aroused his Ni Lin, the words seemed to be trembling.

The next moment, a figure appeared out of thin air, and when he raised his hand, a palm print fell down, as if it wanted to crush Mo Chen completely.

Mo Chen's body trembled, not only because he was in pain suppressed by the power of the peak emperor, but also because he could hear the anger in those words. Obviously, Mo Chen's words brought back his memories back then, but now identity, how would he answer it?

"Ugh!"

Mo Chen sighed lightly, feeling that there was no dead hand in the opponent's palm print, Ling Bo made a small step suddenly, moved sideways strangely, avoiding the destructive palm.

"Lingbo microsteps!"

The man was obviously taken aback for a moment, flipped his palms, and he could control the powerful energy freely, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, but the space was still trembling, appearing in disarray.

The figure landed in front of the hut, looked through the fluctuating space, dressed in black, with sword-shaped eyebrows, giving people a deep feeling, just like a dream, false and real, difficult to distinguish true from false.

He looked at the two jars of wine in front of the stone table, and Mo Chen's previous words emerged in his mind, making it true and false, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Chen, and said: "Who are you? Where did Lingbo Weibu come from?" How do you know that poem?"

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth turned up, showing a faint smile, and said: "You still remember this situation and this scene."

As the voice fell, Mo Chen tiptoed his toes, and the Wuwang Sword appeared in his hand, and the sword light whizzed out, but it didn't have strong energy, it was just a move.

Following Mo Chen's movements, the man's pupils shrank in shock, and then gradually became obsessed. Looking at that floating movement, a figure involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he was speechless for a while.

The leaves rustle, as if forming a rhythm of their own, floating above the mountain peak.

The man stood quietly in the field, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he was very excited and happy.

Finally, Mo Chen also stopped his movements, took Wu Wangjian away, pointed at the stone table and said, "Let's have a drink together."

"OK!"

The man sat down generously, raised the wine jar, drank it with a gurgle, then put the wine jar on the stone table, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's been so many years, I haven't drank any more, but This wine is worth drinking today."

Mo Chen's eyes also flashed a complex look of remembrance, and he said with a smile: "Wine is rare for a bosom friend, even if it's water, as long as it's the right person, you can get drunk at ease."

While speaking, he also raised his head and took a few sips.

"In the whole world, there is only one person who knows this place. How did you find this place?" Suddenly, the man asked.

"Since it's fate, we can meet each other thousands of miles away. If we don't have a share, we won't know if we pass by. You and I are drinking here, so why do we need to know our identity?" Mo Chen smiled, raised the wine jar, and gestured towards the other party.

"Haha, okay, it's exactly the same, I'm too cliche, I'm drunk today, don't ask why, do it!" The man laughed loudly again, touched each other lightly, and started to drink freely.

The smile on Mo Chen's face became even stronger. He knew that this person had probably only been so happy today in the past hundred years.

Fine wine is facing the bright moon, why do you want to ask when you meet.

"How are you doing?" Mo Chen put down the wine jar and asked.

The man smiled lightly and said, "It's not bad to sleep beautifully. After all, the most beautiful thing in the world is to eat, sleep, and play Doudou. Haha, I can sleep for a hundred years, which is also considered a day." A blessing."

Mo Chen smiled, "It seems that my worries are unnecessary, you have lived comfortably in the past hundred years."

The man looked at Mo Chen indifferently, and said: "Although you don't want to reveal your identity, I can guess a thing or two. Although I can't be sure who it is, it should be from the line of that old friend. I lost to him back then. In his hands, he can spare my life and stabilize my Dao heart, I owe him a favor."

"Unfortunately, the old man is not here. After a hundred years, you will be able to find this place. He probably told you. Even so, my promise, Murong Hongshen, is still valid."

If there are important people here, they will definitely be shocked beyond measure.

Murong Hongshen, the ninth strongman on the emperor's list, is known as the Nightmare Emperor.

His only hobby is sleeping, but his sleeping is definitely very different from that of ordinary people.

Dreams are his life, dreams are his world, and in his world, he is the ruler. If unfortunately he enters his dream, just one thought from him can decide your life or death.

The most frightening thing is that his dreams are beyond your control, as long as he wants you to dream, even if you don't want to, it's hard to break free.

A hundred years ago, the penultimate emperor to become famous that Mo Chen challenged was exactly this person.

The battle between the two was not as magnificent as the sky collapsed and the earth was broken, nor was it like Zhao Zilong, who fought the Wanshou Mountain torn apart and the space shattered.

The two, right in front of this stone table, had a fight in their dreams after drinking a lot.

On the surface, no one made a move, and the two sat like this for three days.

Three days later, the Nightmare Emperor Murong Hongshen was defeated. He wanted to die, but was stopped by Mo Chen, and he scolded him, which woke him up and made him regain his confidence. Therefore, he promised to owe Mo Chen a favor, no matter what happened, Willing to shoot.

After that battle, his dreams were damaged and he began to fall into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he heard the news of Emperor Xingyun's fall.

Emperor Xingyun is his most respected opponent. He has recovered from his serious injuries and his strength has improved. He wanted to compete with him, but the death of his deceased made him heartbroken, so he fell into a deep sleep again. After sleeping for a hundred years, the dream is probably even more terrifying up.

Who would have thought that in this most inconspicuous place, there would be a titled emperor, perhaps even Nangong Hongzhen would not be able to guess it.

The Nightmare Emperor, Murong Hongshen, would actually live in seclusion in such a remote place.

Mo Chen smiled calmly: "A hundred years have passed, things are different and people are different. Time can take away many things, but it can't take away something called friendship. I'm here just to visit an old friend."

Murong Hongshen's body trembled slightly, and he said, "It's good to feel this feeling again."

Mo Chen nodded lightly, and said: "The old man has already seen it, and finished the wine, so I will take my leave."

While speaking, Mo Chen turned into a stream of light and swooped down towards the foot of the mountain.

"I have slept for a hundred years, and now I am woken up by you, I should go out for a walk, but you are in the Great Xia territory for a day, and I will be here for a day, if you need anything, you can come to me." Murong Hong looked deeply. Mo Chen's back suddenly spoke.

Mo Chen said with a smile: "Perhaps, there will be many things in the future. If I can't handle it, I will naturally come to you."

Mo Chen's figure quickly disappeared, leaving behind a poem.

"On a bright moonlit night, drunk with the breeze, singing and laughing at the rivers and lakes over wine, floating dust, thousands of kalpas, I am in the world of mortals."

Murong Hongshen's hand trembled slightly, and even the wine jug in his hand stirred up a little wine. He looked deeply at Mo Chen's back, and fell into memory for a moment.

It seems that it has returned to the night of fighting that man a hundred years ago.

That night, drunk and singing, the two fell in love with each other. Although they were defeated in the battle, they became close friends of life and death.

After a long time, Murong Hongshen came back to his senses. He got up slowly, with his hands on his back, and stood on the top of the mountain far away, looking at the world of mortals, with a smile on his mouth, and said lightly: "Like, it's really too similar, don't worry, old friend. As long as I, Murong Hongshen, are around for a day, I will let him grow up."

That indifferent demeanor, that sword-wielding figure are all too similar to Mo Xingyun, and those words are definitely known only to Mo Xingyun and him.

He was certain in his heart that this person should be after Mo Xingyun.

Just looking at Mo Chen's age, it seems a little inconsistent, but maybe Mo Xingyun was afraid that his enemies would hunt down his descendants, so he did some tricks to make people unable to see the age of this son clearly, so that he couldn't associate with him. Together.

After all, Mo Xingyun is known as a war demon, and he has lost the reputation of many people all the way to the list. Not everyone is as free and easy as him, who doesn't care about the reputation outside of him.

If it was known that Mo Xingyun had a queen, many strong men on the emperor's list would flock to seek revenge on him.

Mo Xingyun is his good friend, he owes Mo Xingyun a favor, so he transferred it to Mo Chen.

(End of this chapter)