Infinite Heroes Seat

In a mansion in Luoyang, Mo Wen was sitting on an imperial chair, with one hand on the table next to him, flipping the paper on the table one by one, and the vigorous and powerful handwriting was densely packed. On a piece of paper, every stroke is like a knife and an axe. Although it is a bit scribble, it can be seen that the person who writes is very careful, and the top of the paper is written with five large characters: Jianglong eighteen palms.

After reading the paper in his hand several times, after confirming that it was correct, Mo Wen smiled at the girl in front of him: "A Zhu, good job!"

The handsome face had a cordial smile, and his deep eyes were shining. This smile was enough to make 90% of the girls in the world feel good, but it was a pity that this girl in red was an exception.

Ah Zhu stared at Mo Wen's face that Junxiu was almost arguably beautiful, but in her heart she wished to slap it. No matter how others look at it, the person in front of her is the most evil demon in the world, the so-called Compared with him, the four wicked men are nothing at all. They just look fierce and cruel in their methods, and the evil is on the outside, allowing people to see through it at a glance. But the person in front of you is like a poisonous snake lurking in the depths, with a good skin, with the most kind smile, but able to do the most evil things without changing his face. Those conspiracies, all kinds of weird methods are simply one. One after the other, it’s hard to guard against. If it’s just like this, it’s nothing more than that, but it makes Ah Zhu even more terrified. This person is like an unknown prophet, taking the lead everywhere. It seems that everything in this world cannot be hidden from his eyes. I don’t know how many heroes. The heroes were all played by him in applause, and died violently. But when he was dying, he couldn't figure out whose hands he was dying, and he could have expected that he would have an affection with Brother Qiao, and he was the best person to get the eighteen palms. Therefore, I coaxed myself into signing that **** contract a few years ago. Every time I think of this, Azhu feels chills, feeling that the person in front of him is really a ghost from hell.

Brother Qiao, Ah Zhu was silently reciting the name of her sweetheart. At this time, she missed the face that was so bold that people could see through, maybe not handsome enough. But with that warm chest, it gives people a slight sense of security.

But then she darkened her eyes, coaxing and stealing Brother Qiao's most important martial arts. He also gave it to someone who might be calculating him, and what kind of face would he see him again? I'm afraid I won't have the chance to meet again in this life.

But what can I do? The contract that I didn't care about now locks her tightly like a chain. She was breathless. I can't say, I can't get close to others, and if I don't get rid of it, I'm afraid I won't be able to be with my sweetheart for the rest of my life. This tells her how willingly, so she has to take a gamble anyway.

Quietly squeezing the dagger in his sleeve, Ah Zhu's heart said that the worst result is not just death, and immediately no longer fear. Instead, he straightened his chest and looked directly at Mo Wen's unusually bright eyes. He said indifferently: "Master Mo, the things I promised you have been completed that day, can you return the contract to the maid as promised?"

Although she said indifferently, A Zhu was actually extremely concerned, her hand holding the dagger was already covered with sweat, she didn't even know it, but stared at Mo Wen closely.

"Huh?" Mo Wen was taken aback. He had forgotten the original plan to delay the acquisition of the Eighteen Palms of Jianglong in order not to affect the plot, but he had said anything to Azhu.

At this moment, listening to A Zhu's words, he just smiled and leaned in the chair behind him casually. After a while, he said lazily: "Have I said this before? Why don't you remember it? Miss Zhu, you remembered it wrong!"

Although she had been mentally prepared for this, Ah Zhu's eyes turned black when she heard this. She only felt that the sky was falling and all her expectations were gone. Her body shook, and then she gritted her teeth and cursed: "You This shameless thief, you will get retribution one day. God keeps your eyes open to let a wicked person like you live in the world!..."

Hearing Ah Zhu's abuse, Mo Wen didn't care. Instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked out of the house through the open door. His eyes seemed to be somewhere far away. After a while, he said, "It's true. God doesn’t open my eyes, so I can stand here, and—"

He glanced at A Zhu coldly, and said calmly but firmly: "I will make it impossible to open its eyes in the future."

Ah Zhu didn't care about this, and he cursed Mo Wen a few words regardless, and then his eyes were red. He took the dagger from his sleeve and tremblingly pointed it at his neck, with a sad face on his face. Smile: "Brother Qiao, we will see you again in the next life, and then Azhu will herd horses and sheep for you!"

After speaking, he would tie it around his neck.

Seeing that a beauty was about to die in front of her eyes, Mo Wen was not anxious at all. Instead, she squeezed her cheeks with her hands, revealing something interesting.

Sure enough, the dagger stopped less than an inch from Ah Zhu's neck, and he saw that there was panic in A Zhu's eyes, then slowly took his hand away, and walked towards Mo Wen who was sitting on the chair step by step.

Throwing away the dagger in her hand, she opened her arms and hugged Mo Wen's neck tightly, and she sat in his arms.

With one hand wrapped around A Zhu's slender waist, Mo Wen's other hand provoked her delicate chin, then looked at the horrified eyes that were close at hand, and said faintly: "Beauty, I seem to have forgotten to tell You, without my permission, it would be hard for you to die."

"Any thief, kill me!" A Zhu's eyes were full of tears, and his body trembled, but he couldn't control his body in any way.

"No, no, no," Mo Wen's smile grew brighter, "Is it a pity that such a beautiful beauty is dead? I look forward to the famous Bei Qiaofeng seeing that his beloved woman has become a wife and a man. When you are a mother, what kind of expression will it look like when I think about it, I find it interesting."

"Any thief, you killed me!" Azhu's eyes were red, and his voice was full of despair and panic.

Mo Wen shook his head, and walked around A Zhu with a hand. After taking advantage of it, he let go of her, and then smiled and said, "Beauty, you go back first, and you need to study it for your husband. With the cheats you brought, I will teach you to do some happy things when you have the opportunity in the future."

There is a dead silence in Ah Zhu's eyes, but there is nothing he can do.

Seeing Azhu's lonely and sad back, Mo Wen fell into contemplation.

How long can a person's feelings last? Ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years? Regardless of hate or love, can a person really maintain the original feelings when we get along with each other day by day?

He is very curious about whether Azhu will still hate himself like this one hundred years later. If he does not hate him, will he be able to draw up his subordinates little by little by time and raise them above the **** contract. After all, it is pure. His **** contract did not help him much.

But after thinking about it, he put this matter aside again, after all, he still has a long time in this world, so don't worry.

Turning his gaze, Mo Wen looked at another secret book on the table, Shaolin Temple’s Zhensi Jingshu-Yijinjing~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Open the scripture at will, and as the pages turn, Mo Wen The closer his brows frowned.

It's not that the above text is incomprehensible. Although most offensive magic cannot be used, the knowledge of the language is still working, and paragraphs of obscure scriptures appear in Mo Wen's mind, and automatically understand the meaning.

But when Mo Wen started to try to cultivate, everything was normal at first, but after a while, he felt chest tightness and breathlessness, and his body was extremely unwell. Knowing the story of Kuma Zhiqiang Yijin Jing in the original work, Mo Wen was disappointed. I dare not force it.

It is necessary to know that this Yi Jin Jing is actually the supreme treasure in martial arts, but the method to practice is very difficult. It is necessary to examine the "personal and human aspects" and do not have the idea of ​​practicing martial arts in the heart. But those who practice this superior martial arts must be brave and diligent in order to achieve success. Which one does not want to benefit from the practice as soon as possible? To "the heart has no place to live" is really difficult. In the past hundreds of years in Shaolin Temple, there have been quite a few eminent monks who have practiced Yi Jin Jing, but they have often gained nothing from their hard work over the years.

Fortunately, Mo Wen had been prepared, he had another way to practice Yi Jin Jing. (To be continued...)

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