Listening to the Phoenix

Chapter 15 Nine Years of Sadness

"Yo, it's actually Mo Donglan who came, it seems that they really want me to die." Mo Shanglian said with a smile.

For the sake of the Patriarch of the Mo family, Shui Yuan specially sent a sound transmission to Cang Yue to let him come back.

After all, it was the Patriarch of the Mo family who came, so in any case, as a show of respect, it should be received by the head teacher of the Nine Beginning Sect.

Although Shui Yuan's seniority and strength are high, he is not the master of Jiuchu.There are certain rules that cannot be exceeded.

As soon as he was seated, Mo Donglan looked at Mo Shanglian, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shuiyuan, for finding Shanglian for me."

He focused his attention on Moshang Lian, Shui Yuan, and Cang Yue, so he didn't see the eyebrows that Rong Mingyao, Shui Jinse, and Feng Queci frowned at the moment they saw him.

Rong Mingyao and Shui Jinse showed disgust at the same time, Feng Que clenched his hands tightly, and lowered his eyes to suppress the flame of Nirvana rising from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ling Yinzui reacted the most, he almost bowed his head suddenly the moment Mo Donglan stepped in, and held Feng Queci's hand tightly to restrain his urge to kill that person.

Feng Queci sensed that something was wrong with him, and hugged him completely, the familiar warm breath slightly suppressed the killing intent of Ling Yinzui.

Listening to Zuiyin to Mo Shanglian: 〖You know, let me keep it! 〗

Mo Shanglian also complained in her heart: 〖Yinzui, I really don't know!When I left Mo's house, his devilish energy really wasn't so strong!If I knew, I would have let you go long ago! 〗

He didn't fully understand the origin of Yinzui after exploring it for so long. He only knew that Yinzui was probably an existence like the incarnation of spiritual power from heaven and earth, which was very pure.

Because of this, Yinzui is very sensitive to magic energy.Moreover, for some reason, Yin Zui is not very willing to kill, but whenever he senses the devil energy, he can't control his desire to kill.

This situation was especially severe during the prehistoric times, and it didn't get better until they came to Bu Yao.

Mo Shanglian gritted her teeth secretly.

If I let me know who put so much devilish energy on Mo Donglan, I will definitely drive him out of his wits!

Rong Mingyao looked back imperceptibly and gave Lingyin a drunken look, and then looked back, a little bit of worry appeared in her eyes unconsciously.

Mo Shanglian didn't bother to pay attention to Cang Yue and Mo Donglan who were discussing above, she quickly found Qing Xuan who didn't know when she was standing outside the palace gate with her spiritual sense: 〖Qing Xuan, solve it quickly.After a while, I can't guarantee that Mo Donglan will have that fate today and leave Jiuchu alive! 〗

Qingxuan also sensed the drunkenness of listening to the sound that was enduring, slightly startled, nodded, revealed his figure, and stepped into the hall.

A gentle voice interjected the greetings that already had swords and swords in a few words, Qing Xuan lowered his eyes and said: "Patriarch of the Mo family, today, you may not be able to take Xuan away... Moshang Lian."

Cang Yue got up, halfway through Qingxuan raised his hand and pressed down, and Jiuchu Daxiu, who was about to salute, was pushed back to his seat.Qingxuan looked at Mo Donglan, and said in a gentle voice, "Patriarch of the Mo family, please go back."

Mo Donglan's complexion paled, and he paused, "Immortal Qingxuan, you..."

Qingxuan interrupted him, his voice already pressured: "Please come back."

Mo Donglan was interrupted several times, and there was already anger in his heart: "Xianjun Qingxuan, Mo Shanglian is the son of my Mo family, not your nine-year-old!"

Cang Yue's face was dissatisfied, Qing Xuan was unmoved by his little respectful words, and said: "He is my ninth disciple."

Mo Donglan was furious, looked at Mo Shanglian, and scolded: "Mo Shanglian, you don't recognize the Mo family?!"

Before Mo Shanglian could say anything, Rong Mingyao beside him had already stretched out his hand to block him.The knuckles are well-defined and warm as jade, and the hand slightly nodded, dispelling Mo Donglan's coercion, and then slowly retracted.

Mo Shanglian smiled, casually, but also bone-chillingly cold: "Ben...why should I recognize the Mo family?"

His voice was not in a hurry, and his eyes were even gentle.Looking straight at Mo Donglan, Mo Donglan suddenly felt a chill.

That look...has lost all human emotion.

"If time goes back to the period of catastrophe, I might still think highly of the Mo family."

"But the current Mo family really disappoints me."

"So I'm tired, and I don't want to play with you any longer."

"I don't belong to the Mo family, how can I recognize the Mo family?"

"Mo Donglan, if Mo Huashang knows what you are doing now, she will be the first to wipe out the existence of the Mo family."

Mo Shanglian said, looking at Mo Donglan's expression is no different from looking at the dead.

"Today's Mojia, what qualifications do I have to recognize?"

Mo Donglan laughed back angrily: "Did you forget that I am your grandfather! Don't you read the kindness and kindness of the past ten years?!"

"Grandfather?" Mo Shanglian murmured, her eyes sharpened, "I have inherited the purest Bai Ze bloodline, but you are no more than a human race, only the meager and almost nonexistent Bai Ze bloodline is qualified to be with me—"

After a pause, he asked sharply, "Yes, I have thought about treating you as my grandfather, but what have you done that deserves the word grandfather?"

Mo Donglan said: "Isn't it worthy of the love of more than ten years?"

Mo Shanglian said softly, "Then what did I see nine years ago?"

"Ask yourself, what you did nine years ago, are you worthy of being a man and a father?!"

Listening to this sentence, Lingyinzui calmed down instantly, and turned to look at Moshanglian.

The boy's usually gentle eyes turned completely cold, and the corners of his eyes were already crimson.

Lingyinzui had never seen such a Moshanglian.

The Shang Lian in his memory always smiles when getting along with them.The occasional anger is nothing more than laughing, let alone...crying.

……cry?

Mo Shanglian touched the corners of her eyes.

So... this is crying?

Did he cry like this before, clutching his sleeves tightly, begging someone not to leave, not to leave him alone?

But that man... in the end, he tore off his sleeve and held the umbrella, no matter how sad he was crying, he resolutely left his sight, leaving him alone.

don't...don't...no...

Please... no, don't go!

that……

who's that person……

〖Shanglian, are you crying? 〗

Mo Shanglian was awakened by Lingyin's drunken question. He suppressed the doubts in his heart, and his voice was about to cry:

"You do not deserve!"

Mo Donglan's face turned pale in an instant.

Mo Shanglian didn't intend to let him go.

He sneered and said, "Mo Donglan, in the past nine years, do you remember, have you ever dreamed at midnight, the begging of your favorite son and daughter-in-law before death?"

"They beg you, father, let them go, they still have a three-year-old child to take care of! Please father, don't kill them!"

"How did your father do it?"

Mo Shanglian chuckled: indescribably sarcasm, with a soft and tender voice, said: "It was you who killed them with your own hands..."

Mo Donglan took a step back abruptly.

A icy sword light suddenly erupted.

There was a soft sound, and the black mist lingered.When the black mist dissipated, Mo Donglan's figure had disappeared.

Mo Shanglian looked at Ling Yinzui, moved her lips, and finally bowed her head dejectedly.

Feng Queci was a little at a loss looking at Lingyin's drunken look.

Qingxuan said: "...your spiritual power is not harmful to him, but effective."

Only then did Feng Que Ci infuse spiritual power.

Mo Shanglian simply sat down on the ground, sat cross-legged, and said in a muffled voice, "Am I really unlucky?"

Listening to Drunk and thinking about it, he nodded sincerely.

Mo Shanglian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and complained, "You can't comfort me!"

He didn't expect to get a drunken answer from Lingyin. He propped his cheeks and lowered his eyes: "Nine years ago, when I was about three years old. I watched Mo Donglan...kill my parents with my own hands. At that moment, I really I really hate why I don't have...the strength, I can't even save the people I care about!"

"Actually, my parents saw me. At that time, if they tried their best to escape, they could escape. But when they saw me, they didn't dare to escape."

"If they escape, Mo Donglan will definitely find me, and I will die."

"So they gave up and ran away. I watched them with my own eyes, and they lost their breath bit by bit."

Mo Shanglian lowered her head, and her voice seemed to be crying: "Tell me, why are there such people in the world? Obviously they can escape...why not? Obviously, it is impossible for Mo Donglan to find out. I!"

Lingyinzui looked at Moshanglian with pure puzzlement in her eyes.

Mo Shanglian bent her legs and buried her face in it: "I don't want them to die...why don't they run away! Why not? Why not..."

Qing Xuan tilted his head a little unbearably.

Sitting on the tiles on the roof of the hall in a blue dress, her face is blurred, and her eyes are full of distress.

Rong Mingyao suddenly stepped forward and hugged him, "Because of love for the son."

"They love you so much that they would rather die than their children die."

"...But I... am not their child..." After a long time, a voice came out, a little hoarse.

"I'm not their child! No..."

"You came from her pregnancy in October?" Rong Mingyao asked.

"……Yes."

"What you keep on your body belongs to their blood?"

"……Yes."

Rong Mingyao asked seriously: "Then why aren't you their child?"

"I... I am Xuanmo Shanglian, not Moshanglian..."

Rong Mingyao seemed to smile: "You have admitted that you are their child, so why don't you admit it?"

Mo Shanglian did not speak for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Shanglian suddenly broke away from Rong Mingyao's hand, threw him to the ground, buried her face in his neck, and said viciously, "Have you recovered your memory?"

Although she spoke in a vicious tone, Rong Mingyao felt the side of her neck wet.

He relaxed his body, and patted Mo Shanglian's back again and again, as if to comfort him, "Shanglian, welcome back."

"...Brother Mingyao." Mo Shanglian said.

The author has something to say:

The ① in the last chapter comes from "Bai Shi Lang Qu", please forgive the author for not learning enough to describe what he thinks in his heart, so he quotes the most suitable sentence

Rong Mingyao's setting is: gentleman, there is still Tao

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