Chapter 81: Side Story of Mo Qing (2)

During the dawning light, on the mountains peak came the sound of people searching for someone. On Chen Ji Mountain, it was a noisy and lively night. The banquet of the demon sect at Wu E Palace and the big bonfire display that reached the moons peak had spread all over Jiang Hu. However, in front of the mountain gate, the absurdity and madness that no one knew about belonged only to the two of them.

AdvertisementsMo Qing hung the only thing connected to his identity around Lu Zhao Yaos neck, a small silver mirror. While she was asleep like she was in a deep coma.

In his heart, he was extremely perturbed. He wondered how he should face a clear-headed Lu Zhao Yao. If she recalled what had happened tonight, how would she handle him? Would she keep him or Expel him?

If it was the former, then it was the best choice that he could hope for. If it was the later

He saw Sima Rong leading people to find Lu Zhao Yao and then took her still-sleeping form away. Mo Qing had no choice but to hide inside his baggy cloak like usual, stepped back to one side, and silently watched them leave.

In the days that followed, it was arduous, as if he was waiting for a verdict. However, Mo Qing did not expect that after Lu Zhao Yao had slept for half a month, she woke up and forgot all about that crazy night that took place half a month ago.

She was not pretending because from that day on, Mo Qing discovered that the silver mirror that he had always carried with him from a young age was capable of spying on the thoughts of others.

He saw into Lu Zhao Yaos heart. She truly did not remember, from the big banquet on Wu E Palace, to the big bonfire display that reached the moons peak, to the moment she went down the mountain, and then crazily grappled with him all night long. She forgot every detail.

Therefore, naturally, there was no need to mention how to handle Mo Qing.

He did not know whether to cry or to laugh.

That incident made him uneasy for so many days, but for Lu Zhao Yao, it was like a dream Maybe not even comparable to a dream.

Anyway, what else could he do, she was Lu Zhao Yao. He was fond of her.

Therefore, that incident was dismissed, while on the other hand, the Spying Heart Mirror that he gave to Lu Zhao Yao made him a little sad. He knew that he should not have let Lu Zhao Yao wear the Spying Heart Mirror around her neck all along, because even when he was guarding the spell formation before the mountain gate, he sometimes heard her lamentations in Wu E Palace: Ah, Yuan Jie, this old man talks too much, one day I will have to find a reason for him to go somewhere, and not come back for the meeting. Sima Rong brought up the incident when I was drunk again, so bothersome. I should tell Shi Qi to stitch his mouth with Yuan Jie together and be done with it. Oh, it seems that recently, Shi Qis chest has grown a little; I need to make her wear a dudou now

And just like this, he accidentally smiled while facing the whistling windy fire of the murderous spell formation.

He should take the mirror back because Lu Zhao Yao definitely would not like others to spy on her thoughts.

The problem was, how should he ask?

Sect Leader, give me back the token of love that I gave you. These words, he was unable to explain and unable to utter them. Additionally Every day, Mo Qing could hear Lu Zhao Yaos inner voice. For him, being dried up from guarding the mountain gate, it was

Extremely fascinating.

This was like being blessed by the heavens, so that he could touch Lu Zhao Yao at such a close distance. He sat in front of the mountain gate, his eyes off into the distance, but his heart was silently and secretively peeping as if he was a thief. He felt extremely guilty but was unable to control himself and continued to observe the inner heart of the person that he could not reach or touch.

He became more and more addicted to this and it also became increasingly difficult to extricate himself.

He loved Lu Zhao Yao very much, therefore, no matter whatever thoughts or ideas she had; he thought they were all adorable. So adorable that he always wanted to embrace her and kiss her. If it was possible, he vowed to take all the beautiful things that she wanted and offer them to her.

As long as she was happy.

However, that time when Lu Zhao Yao brought Qin Qian Xian back to Chen Ji Mountain, Mo Qing realized that he actually could not tolerate all the things that she liked.

For this reason, he became very angry, but after just a moment of madness, he suddenly woke up. In fact, he realized that he did not have the right to be angry.

Between him and Lu Zhao Yao, there were not only ten thousand steps that span across Chen Ji Mountain. She was the moon in the sky. She did not belong to any person, and most definitely could not belong to him. He stood on the steps in front of the mountain gate, and his eyes gazed into the distance. In front of him were wind and fire, thunder and lightning, with murderous aura on all four sides. However, inside his mind, Lu Zhao Yao experienced a calm that had never been seen before.

At this moment, she was admiring Qin Qian Xian and pondered how could there be such a beautiful person in this world?

Mo Qing lowered his head and the black cloak covered his face.

He looked at the tight black pattern on the back of his hand; he coldly smiled. Look, how ugly he was.

The next day, Qin Qian Xian was released, and Lu Zhao Yao ordered the Shadow Night Guards to take him down the mountain. The spell formation before the mountain gate was extinguished, and it opened a wide, wide path for Qin Qian Xian to leave.

Mo Qing stood in the corner and saw him, his clothes made from white silk, his expression indifferent, as if all the dust in the world could not touch his heart. With just a glance, Mo Qing understood why Lu Zhao Yao admired Qin Qian Xian.

When Qin Qian Xian left, he did not look at anyone else but only glanced at Mo Qing from the corner of his eye. Many years later, Mo Qing recalled that look from Qin Qian Xian, he realized, perhaps at that time, Qin Qian Xian discovered that he was not ordinary. However, after Qin Qian Xian returned, he immediately gave birth to an inner demon; he became busy, and no longer bothered with the outside world.

After that day, Chen Ji Mountain continued its daily life. And as before, Mo Qing guarded the mountain gate and cautiously and carefully spied on Lu Zhao Yaos inner thoughts.

This secret belonged to only him, just like that night with Lu Zhao Yao; he was the only person who knew. At that time, Mo Qing used to think he was a demon cultivator with low cultivation skills. His life expectancy was destined to be much shorter than that of other demon cultivators. When his time ended, he would take all these secrets to his grave, even Lu Zhao Yao would not know.

Yet, an unexpected incident happened that Mo Qing could not have anticipated. One day in the future, Lu Zhao Yao would leave the center of his life first.

The news of Wan Jun Sword appeared.

At this time, Sima Rong was caught up in his feelings and fell deeply in love with Yue Zhu.

Sima Rong had a lot of friends in Wan Lu Sect, who was also extremely close to Lu Zhao Yao, but he only told the story of Yue Zhu to Mo Qing alone. Since the beginning that Mo Qing knew Yue Zhu was someone from Nan Yue Sect, he became suspicious of her in his heart. However, Mo Qing saw Sima Rongs eyes were brimming with love; he could only remind him not to fall in too deep.

Additionally, the person who was the least qualified to advise Sima Rong was Mo Qing.

In fact, just like Mo Qings skepticism, Yue Zhu was the spy that Nan Yue Sect sent to assassinate Sima Rong. However, Yue Zhu also fell in love with Sima Rong; she could not bring herself to kill him, and so she was kidnapped back to Nan Yue Sect.

While Lu Zhao Yao led her army from Wan Lu Sect to the Sword Tomb, Sima Rong went to Nan Yue Sect to save Yue Zhu.

Mo Qing was worried about Lu Zhao Yao, so he left the mountain gate, and joined the other disciples to go to the Sword Tomb.

Yuan Jie was furious and angrily questioned Mo Qing why did he harm Lu Zhao Yao.

Mo Qing only looked at the small silver mirror and said nothing.

He was carefully listening, but no matter how hard he tried to listen, he could not hear any voices coming from the Spying Heart Mirror.

The woman who wore this small silver mirror had already disappeared.

When Yuan Jie asked him, why did he kill Lu Zhao Yao, Mo Qing was speechless. The moment Yuan Jie angrily raised his Qing Gang Staff, Mo Qing did not resist. It did not matter if he died here. The precious person he hid deep within his heart, the one he wanted to give his all to protect, in the end, she finally died because of him.

He should use this life as compensation.

He deserved to die.

However, Wan Jun Sword rescued him.

Right at the moment, Yuan Jie was about to smash Mo Qings head with his staff, and then Wan Jun Sword interfered. It blocked the blow from Yuan Jie and floated in front of Mo Qing. It stunned everyone around him.

It was so ridiculous that Wan Jun Sword was protecting him. When he no longer needed any protection. When he was no longer afraid. The Wan Jun Sword unexpectedly protected him. If only it was possible to protect Zhao Yao like this just a moment ago

He was taken back to Wan Lu Sect by Yuan Jie. Yuan Jie wanted to take him to the Whipping Corpse Platform to be beheaded to avenge the Sect Leader. But Sima Rong, who returned from Nan Yue Sect with his broken legs, insisted on protecting him. Sima Rong said Lu Zhao Yao once claimed that anyone who could kill her would become the Sect Leader.

Sima Rong stood his ground and pushed Mo Qing into the position as the Wan Lu Sect Leader.

In fact, Mo Qing did not want to cooperate. It was only when he accidentally heard the words Sima Rong used to coax Shi Qi.

From the moment Lu Zhao Yao passed away, Shi Qi cried her heart to pieces. She wiped her tears constantly, almost going blind. Mo Qing was in the back and heard Shi Qi hoarsely questioned Sima Rong: He killed the Sect Leader. Why did you protect him and help him become the Sect Leader? You are also a traitor. You are disloyal to the Sect Leader!

But Sima Rong said: Zhao Yao met with an unfortunate ending. I know that he is more hurt than anyone else. I know that he did not deliberately do it. But now, he is the only one who can take over Wan Lu Sect and maintain the sect created by Zhao Yao. Aside from Li Chen Lan, who owns the Wan Jun Sword, there is no one left to pick. Do not cry. I know that there is an immortal herb overseas. You go help Zhao Yao look for it. I will wait until you find the herb and return

Naturally, Shi Qi was tricked, but Mo Qing also understood the reason why Sima Rong wanted him to become the Sect Leader.

As brothers for so many years, Sima Rong saw through Mo Qings long-standing secret hidden in his heart. He also knew about Mo Qings feelings for Lu Zhao Yao. Therefore, in order not to disappoint Lu Zhao Yaos efforts and hard work to build Wan Lu Sect, Sima Rong gave him the position of the Sect Leader.

Zhao Yao cannot fulfill her dreams anymore; you will help her finish it.

As Sima Rong had said, Mo Qing held the Wan Jun Sword, so there was no way to refute his position.

This life of his was picked up by Lu Zhao Yao, if he could not die for her, then he would protect the things she left in the world until his strength exhausted.

Mo Qing possessed the Wan Jun Sword, the Demon Kings seal was broken, he regained his inherent strength, and the terrifying seal patterns on his body also disappeared entirely. He looked at his perfect face in the mirror and wondered if this appearance could be considered handsome. But whether it was or not, Lu Zhao Yao had already died. Even if he was even more handsome, it did not matter anymore.

With the exception of Lu Zhao Yaos eyes, the view of others was insignificant to him.

He began to deal with Wan Lu Sects affairs, practiced using and controlling Wan Jun Sword, and learned how to adapt to the strength in his body.

He declared within three months, he would definitely slaughter Nan Yue Sect.

Three months later, he single-handedly stormed into Xi Nan and massacred Nan Yue Sect. From that battle on, he established himself in Jiang Hu; they said he was even more brutal than Lu Zhao Yao. However, when one of his hands was covered in blood and the corpses were laying on the top of Nan Yue Mountain, only he knew.

His heart was empty and cold. It was even more desolate than this dead place.

This world no longer held Lu Zhao Yao, so he was no different from the corpses on the ground.

That night was late, it was cold and the frigid wind felt like a knife.

No matter how much time had passed, when he looked back, it was always a moment of bloodcurdling, ghastly pain.

Mo Qing turned his head to look over at Sima Rongs courtyard; Lu Zhao Yao was happily chasing Li Ming Shu. While Li Ming Ge was already pondering on how to reconnect the wooden pieces back onto Little Round Face Wooden Humans hand.

Mo Qing could not help himself, his gaze became gentle. He did not want to recall his past experiences, because all of the past could not compare to the beautiful moments in this present time.

However, once in a while, he reminisced, if only for a moment, was enough for him to cherish the life he had right now.

Sima Rong was under the tree and was deep in his thoughts for a long time. He thought about what Mo Qing just said and he recovered his spirit. He opened his mouth to ask: Is Yue Zhu still here right now?

In the past she was, if nothing happened, she must still be here. Its just that Zhao Yao cannot see her anymore.

When Sima Rong heard that, he bowed his head with a bitter smile. However, his smile absentmindedly carried some degree of sweetness: Yue Zhu is so stupid.

At that moment, the wind picked up and swept through Sima Rongs hair. Mo Qing looked at Lu Zhao Yao in the distance, softly said: Yue Zhu is talking to you.

Sima Rong nodded: I heard it. He lowered his head to look at his fingers, and his eyes trembled slightly. Shes telling me that she feels very happy.

Knowing that the soul of that person was around, he could speculate the meaning of a passing wind. In the past, Mo Qing was like that. Now, Sima Rong was the same way. It was not really painful, but it could be Considered as a kind of comfort.

Just knowing that she existed here, even if she lived in solitude, life had become a little more interesting.

Hey! Li Chen Lan! Finally, Lu Zhao Yao caught up with Li Ming Shu, who kept on running away, Your son is so mischievous. I cant manage him anymore. Lets throw him away.

When Li Chen Lan heard that, he laughed: Then throw him away. In the future, we will create another.

How fortunate, even now, she and he could still have a future.