summer day, winter night

Chapter 19 The Key to the Organ

As night fell, Mo Chujun and Mu Ximing were waiting quietly. After a few minutes, there was no reflected natural light, and the entire interior of the mountain was completely plunged into darkness. The scope of the lighting system was the entire mountain. The only thing that affects the entire mountain mechanism system is...

"Hong Yue is in the main control room?" Mo Chujun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the murderous intent swept over him.

Mu Ximing smiled slightly, and shook his head calmly, not caring at all about the knife around his neck that could take his life at any time.

"Brother Mo, Mu Jinghua, will recognize Cang Zhou as the master."

"Heh," Mo Chujun smiled sarcastically, "Using Mujinghua to force me, Ximing, for me, killing the master Mujinghua recognizes is just a matter of little effort."

"But without Mujinghua, all the organs here are just decorations."

"However, you would never have thought that my eggs are not only placed in this one basket." The regrettable tone made Mu Ximing's pupils shrink suddenly.

……

The sound of explosions from far to near blasted everyone in the sea of ​​flowers out of their sleep. They gathered quickly. On the night when the moon was sparse, one could clearly see that the sea of ​​flowers was no longer boundless. The sound became more and more dense and louder, and the town in the distance and the figures of carriages passing by were all clearly visible.

All eyes turned to Cang Zhouxing, without Mu Ximing, without Hong Yue, he was the person with the highest power.

"This base is no longer reliable. People from Mo Chujun will find it here. Those who want to follow me to my base Jingyue Forest, go back and pack up, and those who want to guard it desperately, stay here."

After a short period of chaos among the crowd, there was orderly action.

Su Wuyan sighed softly, "It seems that Mu Ximing went to find Mr. Mo Chu, and he didn't tell you about his relationship with Mr. Mo Chu."

Cang Zhouxing nodded, "Let's wait for Hong Yue to come back, it should be soon." After many years of combat career, the more critical the situation, the less emotion can be seen on his face.

Hong Yue came back before dawn in the middle of the night. He knelt down on one knee and offered the wood wattle flowers that he had brought from a narrow escape. The huge scar on his face gave off a tragic smell.

"This is..." Su Wuzhen stared closely at this extremely magnificent flower, each petal was engraved with complicated patterns, just looking at it, it is impossible to tell what kind of material it is.

Cang Zhouxing didn't answer, and after a while, Hong Yue spoke, still in a voice without the slightest emotion: "This is Mujinghua, which is the main mechanism that opens all the large organs of the central system of Mohism. The boss said, let you find a way to become it!" master."

"It, still recognizes the master?"

Hong Yue agreed.

After thinking for a while, Cang Zhouxing ordered directly: "Hong Yue, organize those who want to leave to go to Jingyue Forest immediately. If you bring this guy here, the Mo family will definitely come faster than we expected!"

"As for it," Cang Zhouxing twirled the wood wattle flower in his hand twice, "I can only think of a way on the way."

Hong Yue took the order to go, and the people here also started to leave one after another. With the organization of people familiar with the base, the speed was obviously much faster.

Su Wuxi stood beside Cang Zhouxing, and said: "I can only see the treasures that recognize the Lord in fairy tales and strange novels, so that someone who has never heard of something that exists in reality can recognize the Lord." , It's really..., it can only depend on luck."

"No way, no matter whether Mu Ximing left me a mess or a perfect opportunity, I can only continue."

Mujinghua has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and the only one who can recognize its owner is the legendary ancestor of the Mohist school who is full of fantasy colors. Even Hong Yue feels that the boss's request is a little bit Outrageous.

But he believes that if the boss can say that, there is a possibility of success.

Cang Zhouxing doesn't think so, Mu Ximing is a weird old man, he always does things differently, he got this thing from his old enemy's stronghold, Cang Zhouxing doesn't know if he wants to grasp the lifeblood of the Mohist family, but he knows, Mu Ximing Ming must have the purpose of angering Mo Chujun.

Why did he take such a risk and anger this person? Now it seems that there is no half chance of winning.

Unless...Mu Ximing has something to do with Mr. Mo Chu.

……

"Ha, look at your confident face, when it's about to come, you just go against me, pretending that I wasted a lot of time with you before." Mo Chujun's smile became more and more exaggerated, sinister The meaning contained in it made him slowly cut off the little finger of Mu Ximing's left hand.

"You took my treasure away, I'm not in a hurry to get it back, it belongs to whoever it should be." Speaking of this, he suddenly put away all his expressions, admiring Mu Ximing's whole body. Cold sweat, trembling silently, "Guess, what did I do if I didn't go after Mujinghua?"

Mu Ximing's eyes widened, panting with difficulty, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Didn't you always say that you are a weird old man who loves flowers? Isn't it true that you can't be called a weird old man if you don't have flowers to love?" Gentle smile, creepy.

Mo Chujun's hands trembled slightly, as if trying to hold back some desire, his eyes scanned Mu Ximing's bleeding hand over and over again, thinking about something.

At this moment, a tall, thin and tall gentleman led a few people to push open the door with a bang, panting slightly and saluted Mr. Mo Chu, "Lord Mo, why don't you take Mr. Xi down first."

Mo Chujun put away the knife in his hand, let go of Mu Ximing's arm, and slowly stood up, watching several people quickly push Mu Ximing down, his eyes were as deep as ancient Tan.

"Master Mo, you are too impulsive."

"This kind of thing, I will naturally do whatever I want." Mo Chujun threw the knife on the ground fiercely, "Lian Ping, you should move faster, as long as he doesn't die."

"it is good."

Lian Ping lowered his eyes and exited the room, such things are already familiar to him.

Master Mo said so, but he really only wanted to interrogate quickly and recklessly, and he would probably get whipped a few times afterwards.

Mu Ximing teased so many times about cooking tea and admiring the flowers. Mo Chujun actually likes it very much, but this liking is always at a certain special moment, so there are few people who can see such scenes.

For example, at this dawn when the conflict with the only friend broke out.

The first new tea, the first dew, and, the first sunshine.

It is always occasionally that the idea of ​​using softness to overcome rigidity arises.

Because, compared to letting the conflict explode completely, the method of making emotions invisible is really a bit uncomfortable.

The answer Mu Ximing vaguely guessed was exactly the same. When the sun left the distant mountains, the blasting was successfully completed. This magical sea of ​​flowers completely annihilated the vitality, and the ground was covered with loess that seemed to be turned over vigorously. Show up and find your loot.

Mu Ximing's housekeeping skills are naturally not that simple.

A few days later, they probably found the location of the formation's eye in the destroyed formation beyond recognition.