43 Fate is short and fate is stingy
"Jinshu, who is outside?"
As soon as Ming Jinshu walked in from the door, Mo Jinghong asked with a frown.
Ming Jinshu walked to the desk, glanced at the spiritual paper that Mo Jinghong was flipping through, and said, "It's my junior sister's eldest disciple, Xie Hanjing."
Ming Jinshu thought Mo Jinghong would continue chatting with her about sect matters, but he unexpectedly pressed on, "Shouldn't the inner sect disciples be in the Luo Yin Secret Realm at this time? Why did he come to see you?"
Ming Jinshu replied, "He went out with his junior sister a while ago and was injured and just woke up. Today he went to the Luoyin Secret Realm."
After she finished speaking, she was puzzled again. "Why did Junior Sister leave in such a hurry this time? Not only did she suddenly run off to the Luo Yin Secret Realm, but she didn't even leave a letter for her disciples..."
Mo Jinghong placed his teacup on the spirit paper. The gentle thud of the cup interrupted Ming Jinshu. He asked, "So how did you respond to him?"
Ming Jinshu: "Of course, let him go to Luoyin Secret Realm to find his junior sister."
Mo Jinghong asked casually, "How is your junior sister's relationship with the disciples?"
Ming Jinshu had already been suspicious of Mo Jinghong's sudden emergence from seclusion, and now, after chatting with him about so many unimportant topics, he felt a little impatient. "Master, they are master and disciple, so their relationship is naturally close."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door again.
Mo Jinghong waved his hand, and Ming Jinshu had to go open the door again.
After a while, Mo Jinghong saw her coming back and asked, "Who's outside the door again?"
Ming Jinshu frowned, "It's Fourth Junior Brother."
Mo Jinghong: "What is he doing here? Is he asking about your Junior Sister again?"
Hua Lang went down the mountain this time without notifying anyone except Mo Jinghong. I don't know what made her so hurried.
Ming Jinshu said, "Well, Gong Huaqiu prepared some medicine today and is looking for her to test it."
Mo Jinghong frowned, "Medicine, what medicine does your junior sister need?"
Ming Jinshu was surprised and said, "Master, don't you know that Junior Sister seems to be having trouble with her cultivation? It's really strange. She clearly said she wanted to ask you about this. She really doesn't care about her own health. Wait for her to come back..."
Mo Jinghong's expression darkened, but his voice remained steady. "She only said she wanted to go down the mountain, and nothing else."
Ming Jinshu wanted to ask more, but Mo Jinghong continued, "I came to you this time to ask you to hand over the affairs of the sect to Murong He as soon as possible. In a few days, I will announce that Murong He will be the next leader of Qinglai."
Ming Jinshu restrained her expression. Although she had guessed that Mo Jinghong came to her for this matter, she still couldn't help but remain silent when she actually heard it.
After a moment, she said, "Master, let's discuss this matter after Senior Sister returns."
Mo Jinghong: "No need to wait for her, just do as I say."
Ming Jinshu couldn't bear it any longer, she asked directly, "Master, what's so good about Murong He? Senior Sister has been your disciple for many years, why can't you see her?"
"Over the years, whether in terms of qualifications or cultivation, she is the undisputed leader of Qinglai. How can you just skip over her when deciding the position of the head?"
Mo Jinghong was contradicted by her and his expression was also filled with anger. "What's the use of having a high level of cultivation? Your senior sister has been away from the mountain for so many years. Has she ever come back once? Do you want me to hand Qinglai over to her?"
"dream!"
Ming Jinshu still stood there in a daze until Mo Jinghong waved his sleeves and left.
Senior sister left for so many years just for Qinglai.
Master, why does he never appreciate the efforts of my senior sister?
*
After leaving Huatang Peak, Mo Jinghong returned to the wine cave.
He stood in front of the wine jar with his hands behind his back, and only moved into the secret room after the illusion disappeared.
There was no one in the secret room, the formation was wiped out, and the books and clothes were all in a mess.
He had only been away for half a day, and Mo Jinghong didn't even raise his eyes.
A black shadow broke through the air and came from behind him with the sound of wind. Just when it was about to hit the back of his head, it was unable to move down even a little bit.
Mo Jinghong turned his head and looked at Hua Lang holding the mace without any surprise.
How could her mere golden elixir break the formation in this stone chamber?
Mo Jinghong snatched the mace, loosened the shackles, and looked at Hua Lang retreating. His anger actually subsided.
He touched the mace and said softly, "This is also the weapon that Master used. I gave it to Ming Jinshu. I didn't expect it to end up in your hands."
Hua Lang was struck by lightning when she heard this. She asked in disbelief, "Senior sisters, were they also test subjects that you found for Murong Jun to possess?!"
These past few days, after Mo Jinghong locked her up here, he completely stopped disguising himself. The formation in this stone chamber was exactly what he used to take over someone else's body.
Mo Jinghong put down the mace and looked up at her.
Every word was cold and ruthless, but the tone was kind as if he was used to pretending. "Hua Mingdeng, Ji Junlan, and Ming Jinshu, although these three people have outstanding talents, they are unable to make the weapons used by the master recognize their masters. Only you, Xiaoqi, are the most suitable person to become Murong Jun."
Watching Hua Lang retreat, Mo Jinghong didn't mind. He continued, "You hate me now, but when you become Murong Jun, you won't hate me anymore."
"Master, I have found a body for you to cultivate in. Come back soon and don't be angry with me anymore..."
As he whispered, the formation lit up again. The soul lamp that was nailed firmly to the center of the formation turned pale, and the wick flickered and swayed as if it was hit by a strong wind.
At the same time, Hua Lang, who was still looking for an opportunity to escape, immediately knelt on the ground.
The feeling of being pulled and torn out of her body was like a pair of giant hands, tearing her apart fiercely!
In the silence, whispers slowly emerged, as if countless ghosts were coveting this body that was about to be ownerless!
The eerie sound of bells dispelled the whispers, and the "ding-ling-ling" sounds turned into one "Murong Jun" after another, calling from the deepest part of the soul.
"You... are wrong!... I have been poisoned... and have been unable to practice... for a long time!" Hua Lang's forehead was covered with cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely as if in revenge.
The bell sound suddenly stopped, and Mo Jinghong strode forward. He grabbed Hua Lang's hand, and after a moment, he almost crushed the artifact Soul Bell in his hand.
"How could this be... How could this be, this is impossible!"
Hua Lang's mind was still buzzing, but when she heard Mo Jinghong's roar, she became much clearer. She mocked, "It seems that your plan is going to fail again..."
Mo Jinghong threw Hua Lang away, his chest heaving with anger. "You ruined everything! I was going to see her soon! I was going to see her soon!"
"Do you think you can escape this? Your only purpose was to be her. Now that you are useless, go to hell with her!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the candlelight in the room began to flicker violently!
Except for the soul lamp, all lights disappeared in an instant. In the darkness deeper than the polar night, the spots of light rushed towards one place like fireflies!
When the light came back on, a sword as dazzling as daylight appeared in Mo Jinghong's hand.
Hua Lang knew that he could not escape this disaster, so he calmed down instead.
She had no intention of following the main storyline, but the main storyline was unstoppable like a rolling wheel. So it seemed that the plot of killing her master had quietly begun the first day she came here and the moment she saw Mo Jinghong.
The butterfly effect has already occurred, but the main trajectory has not changed at all.
The sword light was so blinding that she subconsciously closed her eyes.
At this moment, a voice and the sound of clanging swords rang out at the same time!
“Master!”
It’s Ming Jinshu’s voice!
She was hovering above the wine cave, her voice very clear, "Where has that old drunkard gone? It's so annoying, why can't I find him?"
Hua Lang felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and she subconsciously called out, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister!"
Mo Jinghong's usual kindness faded, and he looked at her like a weed, without a trace of emotion. He raised his sword again and said, "She couldn't have heard the noise inside. No one can save you now. And even if she did hear it, I would just kill her too."
The moment the sword swung down——
"Stinky old man, that kid Murong He has escaped down the mountain. I've already said this, but if you didn't hear it, then it's none of my business."
Heer?!
When the Tianguang Sword melted away, Mo Jinghong's figure had disappeared into the stone chamber.
*
Xie Hanjing stood in front of the mountain gate, looking at the inner gate shrouded in clouds and mist.
The fellow disciples called out to him, "Brother from Qingzhu Peak, hey, it's time to go!"
This group of people were either detained for committing crimes or were injured and were being treated. Now that they were finally able to go to the Luoyin Secret Realm, they were all impatient and wanted to rush down the mountain immediately.
"We are the last group to go to Luoyin Secret Realm. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid all the grass in the secret realm will be plucked out!"
Xie Hanjing finally turned his head, and the disciples were frightened to see that his face was as pale as a ghost.
A junior sister from Wuling Peak asked with concern, "You look so bad, are you injured yet?"
The other person didn't have the patience. "Who among us is coming down the mountain injured? Luo Yin Secret Realm is about to close. Are you going or not? If not, we won't wait for you!"
Xie Han suppressed his anxiety and said, "Let's go."
Why did Master go to Luoyin Secret Realm?
Was it to avoid him? If she knew that he had followed her to the secret realm, would she be angry?
But no matter what, he would go to Luoyin Secret Realm to find his master. During the trip to Jiao Cave, he still had a lot to say to her, but he hadn't had time to tell her yet...
As Xie Hanjing walked out of Qinglai step by step, the mountain gate turned into a wisp of distant smoke.
He touched his chest, thinking he would be looking forward to meeting his master Luo Yin again in the secret realm. However, the further he walked, the more his uneasiness did not dissipate, but instead became more intense...
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