The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 108: Even if the sky is deep enough, no cracks can be seen

Duke Mo is the highest person in this world.

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

According to the truth, he shouldn't be standing here, but he is standing here, no one dares to ask.

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

Duke Mo no longer looked at the sky, he looked at those paw prints, thoughtfully.

In the duty room outside the imperial city wall, Master Zhang looked at the waning tea in the cup, 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 Xue Li, and said solemnly: "The people in Cangzhou are staring, but they are worried that the dead soldiers will enter the palace in advance, and then they will gather together. Those common scholars outside the palace, if they don’t get rid of them as soon as possible, I’m afraid they will be used by those who are interested."

The academician gently pushed the teacup a little far from the edge of the table with his index finger, and said: "If there is movement in your majesty's palace, the forbidden army will move."

Hearing these words, the official's expression changed drastically, and he knelt directly in front of him with a snap, and said anxiously: "My lord, never!"

The bachelor gave this person a deep look, and said nothing.

The official said in a weak voice: "Your Majesty ordered Wang Shizi to enter Beijing in disorder. The situation in the court is suddenly unstable and public opinion is surging. How can such a good opportunity be missed?"

There is no explanation in this sentence, but the meaning is very clear. Regardless of whether the emperor wants to kill Prince Jing, or Prince Jing wants to kill the king, the court can do a lot of things in the chaos, and there is no need to bear any charges afterwards. No matter how you look at it, this is the best opportunity for a bachelor's degree, or even a perfect opportunity.

Even the commander of the imperial army was a little shaken, looking at the bachelor, nervously waiting for his final decision. Seeing that the Academician Zhang was still silent, the official gave birth to some hope, and once again persuaded him: "Even if your majesty is really prepared, but Mo Gong is in the palace, as long as he takes action...what can't be solved?"

"Brother Mo acts only for the justice of the world, how can he act for your selfishness?"

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

With Prince Jing’s resourcefulness and ability, since he can take Gong Gong to the palace, he can naturally persuade Gong Mo to take action. Today's opportunity is indeed very good, even if your Majesty is so wise and unfathomable, there is no way to withstand this storm. But why does he still feel that something is wrong?

His gaze penetrated 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.

Duke Mo is standing in the wind and snow, and many people are also standing in the wind and snow.

The people and scholars who gathered outside the palace gate kept crying against the wind and snow, begging your Majesty to ensure the safety of Prince Jing, so as not to fall into the terrible war of Chu, such as those who are ready to go on the back street. Cavalry, such as those strong men in Cangzhou who are always ready to break into the palace. Not far from the main hall, several eunuchs who had been castrated into the palace as early as ten years ago, wearing feather robes, quietly approached under the cover of wind and snow. Except for Tong Yan and themselves, no one knew that they were the dead soldiers sent to the palace in Cangzhou.

Today, these things and these people in the capital of Chu State are like those paw prints that the blue bird deliberately left in the snow. It seems that there is nothing to do with each other in the east, but in fact they are extremely secretive and mysterious. Link.

What will these things eventually turn into? These people will eventually live or die and have to wait for the end of the game.

But the game of chess is in a pause at this time.

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

This is the illusion of Qingtianjian, not the real world. The cultivators here cannot ascend, so why is there a catastrophe? Then he remembered the words he heard when he first entered here many years ago-the highest level of cultivation in this world can only reach the first stage of Jindan Consummation, that is, the first stage of the wild, and can no longer improve.

The reason why there is a sign of the catastrophe, is it because someone in this world has touched the realm above the first infant?

Such things should have happened in Qingtianjian in the past. The ascetics here are not real lives, and they must have been obliterated.

But this time... Tong Yan felt the change of breath on the other side of the wind and snow, and her emotions were a little complicated, because he knew who was about to be destroyed.

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

He is Tong Yan's year-end acquaintance, and also a close friend of the scholar 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 Master Zhang thought, since Tong Yan can 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 Duke Mo chooses to break the robbery, it will inevitably be the result of his death, and it will have a fatal impact on his situation.

Regardless of whether he is standing on the position of Duke Mo or his own position, it seems that he should find a way to make Duke Mo choose not to be catastrophic.

The problem is that Tong Yan is a cultivator. He is very aware of the feeling that the great road is in front of him. The so-called "Korean Dao" means death at night. He doesn't want Duke Mo to miss this opportunity because he himself.

"How would you choose?"

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

Jing Jiu glanced at him, but did not speak.

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

The wind and snow are getting harder and harder, and the picture in the palace is getting blurry.

Time passed slowly.

Gong Mo stood in the snow, still making no move.

Jing Jiu moved.

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

Crack!

A thick lightning suddenly fell from the sky, passing through countless snow flakes and crashing into the palace!

Countless exclamations sounded inside and outside the imperial city, and riots began.

Tong Yan's body became a little stiff, I don't know if this is a coincidence or something.

Jing Jiu said, "Go and see."

Liu Shisui glanced at Tong Yan, walked out of the palace gate under the umbrella, and came to the palace square.

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A breach appeared in the snow like white felt, as if it was burned by a light, and several cracks appeared around it.

The edges of Duke Mo's clothes were a little scorched. He looked at the sky silently. There was no fear in his eyes, only the intent to fight, and his right hand had already fallen on the sword.

Liu Shisan looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make the final decision.

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

It didn't look at Duke Mo in the snow, so the practitioners in the real world outside Echo Valley did not see the scene of the falling thunder.

Neither did it look at the chess pieces on the chessboard, but at Jing Jiu, with an expression of inquiry and confusion in its eyes.

(End of this chapter)