Standing in front of her was a female cultivator with a very low rank in the department. She was about forty years old, and she usually didn't say much.
Mo Xi was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I... just sent a letter from the Academy, saying that my girl was beaten by Changfeng-Jun's daughter and was injured a little bit. I can't worry about it and want to go check it out. But I still have a lot of files that I haven't sorted out..."
She said with an embarrassed and worried look on her face.
"I-I've begged a few colleagues, and they all have something to do. Even Young Master Yue had a drink appointment with a friend in Dongshi... So I thought, could I bother you..."
Mo Xi frowned slightly.
He doesn't really care about helping her, but the name Changfeng-Jun, which has been quiet for several years, seems to have appeared a little too often recently.
"Are you seriously injured?"
"I heard that my arm was twisted," the nun said. "Although it's not a serious problem, but I've been crying all the time, and the elders can't do anything about it."
"Then go. Be careful on the road."
The female cultivator didn't have much hope for this icy leader, but she didn't expect to beg so many people, but in the end he agreed. She couldn't help opening her eyes, and a happy blood finally appeared on her cheeks.
"Thank you Xihe-jun. The baskets of the dossier are, are all over there..." She was excited, and her words were a little stumped, "I, I have already sorted out most of the things, I'm really sorry to bother you to do such a trivial matter. …”
"It's okay, Lingyuan is important."
The female cultivator thanked him three or four times and left in a hurry, leaving Mo Xi alone in the Military Aircraft Office to sort out the past files.
He has a high position and has never taken care of such trivial matters before, but now he realizes that it is not easy to do. There are many files, which must be classified by year and rank. The important ones must be sealed with a sealing spell, and the useless ones need to be destroyed. He is a novice and works very slowly. When all the files are almost sorted out, the night is already deep.
One last box left.
Inside this dusty box was the archives of the monks of the past dynasties. Mo Xi glanced over and saw a familiar name at the very edge. He lowered his eyes and stood for a while, but he still couldn't help reaching out and took out the scroll related to Gu Mang. The dust accumulated on the scroll and slowly spread it out.
There are many things in it.
Gu Mang's origin, slave status, divine martial arts, and used moves.
Mo Xi turned the pages one by one, a thick stack, he just stood like this, slowly looking back from the beginning. Suddenly, a silk thread fell out of those military records.
The silk has been withered and yellow, and the front of the scroll is marked with a few dignified characters "Xiuzhengong Bingshen Year Moral and Righteous Examination".
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment. Is this Gu Mang's graduation answer sheet from the Cultivation Academy at that time
Looking down, it turned out to be a familiar handwriting, the dragon flying and phoenix dancing were messy, and the content made Mo Xi speechless for a while.
—A moral test of Gong Bingshen year of Xiuzheng School
Answer monk: Gu Mang
Question: "I examine my body three times a day. I ask the disciples to reflect on their shortcomings and answer truthfully."
Answer: "I'm short of money."
Question: "Cultivator Chonghua is exterminating demons and demons. What are the three things that need to be avoided the most? How to avoid them?"
Answer: "1. Beware of the client running out of money. Second, beware of the client running away. Third, beware of the client running away with money. Avoidance method: It is safe to put the money in the pocket before eliminating the devil, and no credit will be given."
Question: "Please write to the three great ancestors of the most benevolent and virtuous since the founding of China."
Answer: "I don't know. But the three most shameless are—"
Later, three holes were burned by the angry elders who read the papers with magic, so Mo Xi could not know which three names Gu Mang wrote at that time.
Mo Xi looked at this answer sheet, the familiar handwriting was still green, and his heart was both funny and dull. He looked at it for a long time in a trance, and suddenly heard a commotion outside.
"not good!!"
"Come on here! There's something wrong with Luomei Bieyuan!!!"
Luomei Bieyuan? !
Mo Xi was startled—Gu Mang? !
The incident happened suddenly. When he rushed over, the night-time guards only arrived at more than 20 people. They were forming a hunting formation, staring at the falling gate of Luomei Bieyuan with full of alertness. Each of them was decorated with colors, and the bluestone road under their feet was torn apart because of the previous fight. The surrounding streets and alleys were not much better. Several shops were collapsed, bricks and tiles were scattered, and broken wood was scorching smoke. .
When the leading cultivator saw Mo Xi, he immediately shouted, "Master Mo!"
"what happened?"
"It's Gu Mang! Gu Mang didn't know what was going on, but a strong evil energy suddenly erupted from his body, and his whole body went berserk!"
"What about others?"
"I was injured by us just now, and we are hiding behind the heavy gate of Luomei Garden. We dare not fight again. We are too, waiting for reinforcements!"
Mo Xi looked at the creaking door, and saw that there was a person in the shadow behind the door, and a pair of eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
Gu Mang was clearly watching every move outside.
Mo Xi stared at those wolf eyes and asked, "Isn't his spiritual core already abolished? Why is he suddenly able to fight again?"
"We don't know either!" The leading monk was about to cry, "This person's movement is really evil. If he wiped it clean with a knife, why would he be locked up in this Fallen Plum Garden to raise tigers? Ugh!"
The little cultivator next to him said angrily, "I think he's just pretending to be stupid! What kind of spiritual core has been destroyed by his brain, is he just like that, is he a person who has no power?"
"That's right! If he really has no spiritual power, who made this scar on my face?"
"Why did your Majesty still leave him a dog's life!"
Just as he was complaining, he heard a rush of horseshoes not far away. Mo Xi turned his head and saw twelve high-level monks surrounded by a golden carriage, rushing from the thin snow.
"Wang Shujun to arrive!"
The warm curtain of the carved golden car was lifted, the attendants stepped on their feet, the umbrellas and the incense burner were ready, and after a while, the morbid and thin face was slowly revealed inside.
"Yo, it's so lively." Murong Lian glanced at Mo Xi, "Xi He-jun is here again."
Mo Xi didn't plan to talk to him, but said, "Something happened to Gu Mang."
Murong Lian sneered, "Of course I know this, and that's what I came here for."
He said, took a few steps forward slowly, and stood right in front of the red lacquer gate, and then he recited the mantra silently, and the palm of his left hand emitted a scorching blue light.
"Go. Catch the beasts."
Following his order, the blue light turned into a chain and swam towards the door quickly, only to hear a "bang"! The five-inch-thick door panel was completely penetrated and fell down. Gu Mang, who was hiding behind the door, was caught off guard and was immediately locked by the blue light chain.
Murong Lian shouted again, "Come back."
The chain slammed abruptly, only to hear a crackling sound, Gu Mang staggered to his knees on the ground, and was quickly dragged to Murong Lian by the chain.
"It's just a mad dog."
A satin wide-mouthed shoe embroidered with dark moon patterns stepped on Gu Mang's face.
Murong Lian said lightly, "Why bother with Mo Shuai coming in person?"
Gu Mang was bound by him, his eyes were confused, his body was violent with spiritual currents, and his speech was clucking.
"let me go… "
"Let go of you?" Murong Lian sneered, "When will it be your turn to give orders to me?" As he said that, his palm tightened, and the chain slammed into his palm, pulling Gu Mang up. Murong Lian grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him.
The two equally pale and unusual faces were facing each other, almost nose-to-nose.
Murong Lian said, "I am the master, and you are the slave. Gu Shuai, why have you been starving for a month, yet you still don't have a long memory?"
Gu Mang: "... let go... "
Murong Lian's delicate face flashed with some kind of perverted luster. He was about to speak, but suddenly Gu Mang narrowed his eyes. Murong Lian snorted. As a cultivator's instinctive vigilance, he suddenly let go of Gu Mang. Swipe back quickly!
Almost at the same time, a dazzling sword formation burst out from Gu Mang's body again. This time, the formation was much more shocking than before. Each of the lightsabers was several meters high. The one closest to Murong Lian broke away from the sword formation in an instant, stabbing straight at Murong Lian's heart!
"Lord, be careful!"
"Wang Shu-jun be careful!"
The surrounding attendants exclaimed in surprise. Although Murong Lian's movement skills were poor, he was still on guard. He immediately raised his hand, an ice wall slammed in front of him, the sword hit the wall, and the ice crystals shattered and exploded into powder. Murong Lian was able to use this as a buffer, and flicked to the side, the lightsaber didn't stab him in the end, it just wiped a hole on his robe...
Murong Lian fell to the ground and glared at Gu Mang.
Gu Mang gasped, and pulled off the chain that Murong Lian had placed around his neck, and threw it to the ground with a bang. Then he raised his head and swallowed his throat, clenched his hands into fists, and the powerful spiritual power poured out from under his feet, forcing the surrounding little monks with low spiritual power to kneel on the spot and vomit. Blood!
"Not good! He's going to go berserk again!"
"Fight! Fight, fight!"
However, the spiritual current around Gu Mang was too powerful, not only could the body not get close, but even the magic spell couldn't break through the fields surrounded by lightsabers.
Seeing that Gu Mang was about to go berserk again, Murong Lian condensed a blue-light talisman in his hand, threw it out and shouted, "Water ghost, get up!"
The gloomy wind suddenly picked up, and more than a dozen water-blue ghosts climbed out of the ground, screaming and rushing towards Gu Mang's sword formation. A water ghost was shattered into pieces by the lightsaber, and soon another water ghost took over, rolling on and on. Although it was difficult, it gradually approached Gu Mang's body.
Murong Lian sternly said, "Take him down for me!"
The water ghosts roared up, wrapped in the wind and snow and screamed at Gu Mang. Who knew that when Gu Mang raised his hand, a flash of sword light burst out from his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, these ten or so ghosts were cast out. Cut to pieces!
Then he raised his head abruptly, his blue eyes stared at Murong Lian, and he strode out from the fine snow.
Murong Lian was taken aback, subconsciously took a half step back, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?!"
Gu Mang didn't answer, but a phantom of a lone wolf suddenly rose up behind him.
Seeing this, Mo Xi shouted sharply, "Murong Lian, back off!"
Murong Lian also wanted to step back, but some kind of evil spirit that he had never sensed pinned him to the spot, making him unable to move. And Gu Mang was walking slowly from the snow, step by step, Murong Lian looked at him, and suddenly felt that Gu Mang at the moment was like a wolf king who was about to be slaughtered.
"... Gu Mang!... You dare! What do you want to do? You are so bold!"
Of course Gu Mang "dare", he raised his hand abruptly, a clump of fireballs ignited in his palm, and smashed straight at Murong Lian!
I could only hear a few bursts of bang bang, each fireball smashed a deep pit on the ground, and the remaining bricks splashed all over the ground in an instant.
Murong Lian's complexion became more and more sinister, and an extremely sickly pale face due to taking hallucinogens actually turned red with anger. He stood in the air and gritted his teeth at Gu Mang: "You unrepentant bastard... "
Whatever he said, Gu Mang had no expression on his face. He waved his hand, and this time five clusters of flames jumped from his five fingertips.
"I just hit you because you stepped on my head."
"… "
"I'm hitting you now because I'm hungry."
Murong Lian couldn't believe it: "Why??"
"You won't let me eat." Gu Mang said in a sonorous voice, "I'm hungry!"
The light of the fire suddenly started, Gu Mang waved his hand and dropped the spell - Murong Lian's pupils suddenly shrank!