become a demon [rebirth]

Chapter 2 Reunion

"Master, has the senior brother left?" The little junior knelt down in front of the old man.

The old man sighed, his face became even older, "Of course, he doesn't belong here, staying here will only make him stagnate, we have no power to protect him, but your senior brother has never been a fickle person, so we have to take the initiative Cut this connection." This is also one of the conditions of the Great Sunlun Sect, they will not allow their own efforts to make wedding dresses for others.

If there is a fetter, break the fetter!

That cup of tea is called Duan Ganlian, which will make the drinker indifferent to the previous emotions. It is a small trick often used by mortals after entering the Tao.Ordinary people live for only a hundred years, and those who practice Taoism do not know the number of fates. If a relative dies on the way, and those who have just entered Taoism and have not experienced the seven emotions, how can they not be heartbroken?

"Will the Great Sunlun Sect value senior brother?" The junior brother clenched his lips and clenched his hands into fists, a little uneasy and reluctant.

"...Of course", the old man was silent for a long time, and then looked out of the window. It was the martial arts arena of the disciples of the Qing Sword Sect. The disciples dressed in white and embroidered with golden sword patterns on their sleeves and feet practiced against each other with sword aura.

"He's going to get better, and we're going to get better..."

In the distance, an old man in a red robe wearing a big sun wheel mark smiled slowly, with sadness mixed with joy in his eyes. He looked at the damaged token in his hand, rubbed the handwriting on it twice, his eyes were slightly red, There were tears overflowing from the cloudy eyes.

He said in a trembling voice, "Hong'er, rest in peace!"

……

When Mo Zheng opened his eyes, two words appeared in his mind - Duoshe.

Moreover, he is still blind, because there is no difference between eyes open and eyes closed.

He tried to move his body, his legs seemed to be severed and he couldn't move, but his hands could be touched.

So, this is not only a blind man, but also a lame man.

I always felt that such a scene was somewhat familiar, and before Mo Zheng could figure it out, a thunderous sound came to his ears.

"Bangdang-"

There was a rush of soldiers and horses, and a high-pitched voice hurriedly sounded like a ghost hanging from behind: "Your Highness, you are in poor health. The imperial doctor said that you must take a good rest. You can't take your body seriously! Your Majesty, he... "

"He..." The little eunuch's voice was short, and it was obvious that he lacked confidence. The prince was seriously ill in bed, but His Majesty never visited him. To be honest, it would definitely make the prince feel even more sad, and his not very clever mind froze for a while.

"Yes, father still values ​​me." Mo Zheng took over the little eunuch's words, and at this moment he understood what happened, it was not about taking the house, but about being reborn, "Ah Fu, come and help me get up. "

"But..." The little eunuch hesitated for a while, when he saw Mo Zheng looking towards him, he shrank his head, swallowed the rest of the words, and helped Mo Zheng to the wheelchair as instructed.

As the prince of a country in the past, the basic necessities of life must be of the highest standard. As far as wheelchairs are concerned, every corner is wrapped in silk, and the back and seat of the chair are padded with fox fur. Several cassettes.

Mo Zheng rubbed the silk wrapped on the armrest a few times, 84 layers of cloud brocade, Jing Hou's favorite pattern, it took three years of hard work for a top embroiderer to complete.There are only a few horses in the palace a year, and then those few horses are allocated to the craftsman to make this wheelchair for him. Who can say that Emperor Jing doesn't care about him?

Empress Jing is an ordinary peasant girl, illiterate and incomprehensible, but she fell into Emperor Jing's heart, supported and favored all the way, and Emperor Jing possesses literary and military skills, and is known as an unworldly Mingjun, but it is difficult for a hero to come out of the grave , the only thing he deserves to criticize is that he is too infatuated. He suppressed the power of the aristocratic families, forced a peasant girl to become the head of the harem, and gave birth to a child with a natural disability after his mother. position.

However, not long ago, a landslide occurred in the southwest of the imperial capital. When people were panicking, Prime Minister Zuo invited a man named Jie Banxian. As soon as he entered the court hall, he bluntly said that there were evil spirits in the court, and that the land subsidence was heaven. It is warning the emperor to eliminate demons.Emperor Jing didn't believe it, but this statement made the people who were deeply trapped in the land hold the last straw, and they responded in groups, spreading more and more widely.

If the people's hearts are rebellious, they can control the court. I have to say that this step of the aristocratic family is very good, but it is still not enough to break the emperor's cunning. In the first month of the month, he secretly controlled the Zuoxiang family immediately, mobilized troops into Beijing, and knocked mountains and shook tigers.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the man of command saw him on the court the next day, pointed his blade at the crown prince, and bluntly said that the crown prince was an evil spirit, and if the evil spirit was there for one day, Jing Dynasty would never be at peace. He crashed his head against the main hall, spilling blood on the gold bricks.

Simple and rude, it slapped Emperor Jing and the family dizzy all at once. He was afraid of being stunned, and he was afraid of dying. Emperor Jing could only take a step back temporarily and let the prince cultivate.

Although caught off guard, this did not prevent the aristocratic family from seizing this opportunity to change the crown prince. The next few days will be a battle of tongues, guns, and lips, a game of scheming, to see who is better at chess, the crown prince has been trained for more than half a month After all, the power of the court and the people is gradually biased towards Emperor Jing.

This was his memory from long ago, and this blind and crippled man was him, the original him.

Thinking of this, Mo Zheng looked at Ah Fu and said, "When is it already?"

Ah Fu didn't think it was strange either, the prince was bedridden for a few days, and there was nothing wrong with asking the time, "It's the end of the first lunar month, and the white apricots in the garden have already bloomed."

Up to this moment, Mo Zheng already understood what was going on. In the "Zhuangzi" of the mortal world, Zhou Gong dreamed of a butterfly, and there were also hidden rumors in the real world. There was another world above the real world. Time and space bring people back from the dead.

But at this moment when he returned to his youth, although he lost the power to transform into a fairyland, his physical and mental cultivation could not be faked.

Qing Jianmen, Great Sunlunzong, sect master, junior junior brother.

It is very simple to prove whether these are false dreams, he only needs to wait for one person, the only person who lost a game in his previous life, count the time, as he said, he must have arrived at this time.

He turned his head to look in Ah Fu's direction and said, "Follow me to the garden to see the white apricot."

"Your Highness, put on a big cloak, it's windy outside." Ah Fu suggested cautiously, but he was a little puzzled in his heart. He always felt that something had changed after the prince woke up this time, but he couldn't tell what changed, so he also said I can't tell if it's good or not.

"Cough cough," before Ah Fu could figure it out, Mo Zheng coughed as if he was being chilled by the wind, and his throat was filled with a bloody sweetness. He frowned, and said to Ah Fu who was about to come up to have a look: "Go and give this to me." Take a cloak from the palace."

He squeezed the cuffs inward, his lungs seemed to be burnt, and even his breath smelled fishy. Only after doing it again did he realize how bad his body was.

He is just a weak hanging ghost now, not the monk who overturned mountains and seas.

Ah Fu wanted to say something, but seeing that the prince had already pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the garden, he could only rush to get the cloak from the house, and shouted: "Your Highness, wait for your servant!"

The wind is a bit strong, the sky is full of apricot white drifting, against the snow that has not yet melted, this world looks more distant, Mo Zheng's wheelchair is parked under a low branch of a plum tree, and the tip of his nose has a faint fragrance floating .

He stretched out his hands to hook the branches in front of him, but the moment he touched the soft petals, his lungs filled with heat, "cough cough", even though he was wearing a cloak, it was really difficult for his body to survive the cold wind. .

Startled, Ah Fu hurried forward two steps, just about to say something, when he heard the clear sound of the tree flute in the distance.

The voice was light and lively, free and easy, and it was incompatible with the scene where everything was withered and no sprouts were born at this moment, and it seemed strange for no reason.What's more, this is the crown prince's east palace, and everyone in Jingguo knows that the crown prince is weak and likes to be quiet and doesn't like to be disturbed by others.

Anger flickered between Ah Fu's brows: "Someone dares to be so presumptuous, those guards are getting more and more unstoppable, and they actually let some dubious people in, Your Highness..."

"Stand back." The cold order actually came with a little smile.

Ah Fu turned around in surprise, but saw the prince smiling.Ever since Ah Fu was by the prince's side, he has rarely seen the prince smile. I don't know whether it is indifferent by nature or acquired, the prince's brows are always covered with a sadness.He was shocked, and finally understood what was wrong with the prince. After he woke up, the worry on his face had completely disappeared.

He has always known that the prince's appearance is very good, it is a kind of upright beauty, but the smile at this moment broke his cognition.

The long eyelashes are half-drawn, the corners of the eyes are raised, and the blood-red mole on the corner of the left eye is shining brightly, attracting people's attention.

He suddenly thought of the recent comment that had been spread all over the streets and alleys and caused an uproar: Jiesha enters the form, the wife has blood, Taoism changes, and the ground produces demons.

"Your Highness..." He was inexplicably uneasy.

"Back off." At this moment, the smile on Mo Zheng's face had disappeared, he waved his hand at him, and then walked towards the sound alone.

Ah Fu didn't dare to disobey the prince's order, and felt that something was wrong, he was stunned for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and decided to find someone from the queen's side.

Walking all the way, the sound stopped twice, and then resumed quickly.Mo Zheng changed direction several times, as if walking on flat ground.

When he stopped, the sound of the flute also stopped, and the sound of clogs clacking stopped again and again, and then a weary voice said jokingly: "I wanted to see what kind of noise my flute sound could attract. A beauty, but a blind and crippled fellow."

"Are you disappointed?" Mo Zheng didn't respond when he was suddenly poked at the painful spot. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the source of the voice. He could imagine the man holding the wine, swaying three times, wild and lazy, because he once I have seen countless days and nights.

Hearing this, the man stood up suddenly, the next moment Mo Zheng felt his eyes covered with a hand, and then the lazy voice sounded from his ears: "Even if he is blind."

The hand brushed against his leg again, "Still crippled."

Finally, he stroked the red mole at the corner of his eye, and said with a low laugh, "But it still makes me uncontrollably happy. This is really your fault."

Mo Zheng finally raised his head back a little, avoiding that hand, and sighed in his heart, whether it was then or now, this person has never changed, he is peerless and arrogant.

While sighing, he finally felt a little relieved, all of this was true, no matter how clever the illusion technique was, he couldn't reproduce this person—the leader of all demons, a lie.

His best friend is also his enemy.

Lead him into the Tao, and push him to fall into the devil.

But, it doesn't matter, they will not break up in this life.

Because, in this life, he entered the Tao and became a demon.

He silently read the few words that have become taboo, "Tao speaks nonsense."

Suddenly, he felt a finger drop between his brows, very cold, like a clear spring.

Following his fingertips, Dao's arrogant eyes fell on his tightly closed eyes. He had no doubt that he could go to the underworld to meet the King of Hades with a little effort, but he was a little curious about why he knew his identity, even though the Demon Dao Few people have seen his true face, so who told him?He began to filter those places one by one.

Mo Zheng didn't speak, because the alarm bell was ringing.

"Om-"

That was a sign that the emperor was in danger, and it also represented the arrival of another bloody storm. He faintly heard the clang of armor rubbing against him, and was quickly approaching him, followed by a loud shout from his chief guard .

"Here is the emperor's dictation. The crown prince has become a traitor. Immediately close the East Palace. The traitor must not be allowed to escape!"

His fingertips felt cold, as if something had fallen off, he subconsciously lowered his head and twirled, a white apricot.

Then, Bai Xing fell to the ground and got mixed in the mud. He raised his head and looked forward, someone was coming.